Love Spell

Chapter 4: His Butler, Desirous

Ciel stomped through the manor and to his room. He slammed the wood door roughly and he tore off his jacket.

He walked over to his armoire and threw the doors open, he grabbed the clothes inside and tore them all down. He scattered them all over the floor, and went for the drawers next. He reached in and pulled out clothes by the armfuls, throwing them everywhere and even tearing a few articles in the process.

He screamed in anger and tore the drawers out of the armoire as well. He kicked them out of frustration and then he stormed out of his room and into the bathroom.

Ciel looked at himself in the mirror and realized he had cut himself while creating a mess in his room. The blood was dripping down his forehead, around his nose, and down his chin, "It's worth it if I can create a mess large enough to keep Sebastian busy while I recover."

He tore off his eyepatch and threw it away, "I don't need to hide a threatened contract. The more your demon's mark shows, the stronger the bond. I want to make that reaper jealous." He looked into the mirror and saw that his mark was still glowing brightly.

Ciel cleaned away the blood from his cut and crumpled the napkin before tossing it in the floor. He ran out of the bathroom and into the study. He walked over to the bookshelves and began tearing them off the shelves. He made sure every single book was in the floor before leaving and going into the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, he dumped flour out all over the floor and tossed the sack aside. He got into the fridge and threw eggs and produce onto the floor as well. Then Ciel grabbed a bucket of water and poured it over the mess he made so that it would clump. Once he was satisfied with this, he returned to his messy room and fell into the bed.

"Why am I wrecking my own manor? This only looks bad on me, and I have to deal with this horrific mess until Sebastian cleans it all up for me." Ciel said to himself with a slight hint of regret.

He rolled over and looked up at the ceiling, "Do I really miss Sebastian that much? No, no I don't. That would be foolish. Masters don't fall in love with servants because they are of the lower class in society. Masters should feel nothing for their servants. I am his master, and he is my servant; there can never be anything between us." Ciel rolled onto his side and clutched a pillow, "I don't care if he doesn't come back to me...." Ciel's eyes began to tear up and his vision blurred, "I don't care because I still have his mark, which means he still belongs to me."

Ciel clutched the pillow to his chest as if it were trying to leave him, "I don't want to be alone anymore, but it's against society to be with him...to be with Sebastian..."

He said the last part slowly as if he were hearing it for the first time. Ciel's heart began to race and his mind was in a torrent of different thoughts. He moved his hand over his chest and felt the intense beating. It was slowly moving his whole body and there was a wave of emotions, but the most intense sensation Ciel could pick out from the storm was warmth.

His face was hot and his head was spinning, "It's a good thing I'm lying down because I don't believe I could stand if I tried. How is it that Sebastian can hold captive the heart of a Phantomhive?" Ciel smirked, "He IS one hell of a butler after all."