Cuts & Kisses

Ciel has fallen into depression, his mind distorted with illusions and misery loving his company. He doesn't have much interest in anything anymore, with a small exception for cutting and his demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis. When Ciel is finally put on suicide watch, Sebastian thinks he can save his young master.


3. Chapter 3 - Irritable

The young master woke up from his nap with a migraine. He attempted to massage his temples, only to make the pain worse. It didn't help that the sun was shining brightly through the satin curtains.

The grandfather clock in his bedroom chimed. Ciel looked up to see what time it was. 1 o'clock. 'Surely I haven't slept that long, have I?' He thought. He brushed it off; there was other trifling business he had to take care of. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Ciel replied, expecting his butler to appear through the wooden door without a doubt. He was correct.

"We have a guest, my lord." Sebastian announced. Ciel felt surprised at the news.

"Right now?" Ciel inquired. Sebastian nodded his head, carrying Ciel's favorite blue trench coat. The young earl slid his arms through the sleeves as the demon buttoned it.

Once they were done, Sebastian escorted Ciel to the study. Ciel half-expected a representative from some company offering a compromise or deal, but he was wrong. Instead, a young woman in a sheer ivory dress sat in an office chair.

Ciel's eyes widened. "Hello. You're Ciel, the current Phantomhive earl, correct?" She asked, shuffling paperwork and organizing some other things.

"Yes, I am. Who're you?" He asked, turning around to ask Sebastian for an explanation. The demon vanished, closing the door with a click.

"I'm Stephanie Rogers. I'm a mental health therapist for children and adolescents." She explained.

Ciel pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "What exactly are you here for, Miss Rogers?"

Stephanie gave a warm smile that Ciel considered fake.

She replied, "You don't have to call me "Miss Rogers" if you don't want to; you can call me Stephanie. I'm here because someone told me about your self injury behavior. It seems they're very, um, concerned about you."

Ciel wanted to roll his eyes. He suppressed the urge and began to focus again.

Over the next hour, they briefly talked about "healthier ways to cope" with his depression and trauma. Stephanie talked most of the time; Ciel, however, only replied with appropriate silent nods and mumbled a few words when necessary.

When she left, Ciel stormed straight to the bathroom, feeling more irritable than ever.

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