I'm sorry for taking so long. I worked on this little by little throughout these past months during my free time, and I promise I did my best! So, I hope this makes it at least somewhat worth the wait. I just realized. It's been a little over a year since this has been updated, hasn't it? I am so so sorry.

Little Prince? Little Prince, it's time for you to wake up. His voice, it sounded so far away. Some could hardly find the strength to even open his eyes. His eyelids were heavy, almost as though he hadn't slept for days. He couldn't make himself move. His limbs, they felt so stiff and heavy. His thoughts were drifting along lazily in his head, and he could hardly grasp onto them. A weight pressed against his chest, he could hardly breathe. Something wasn't right, and he knew that. But he couldn't do a thing about it. He just barely managed to part his lips and let out a soft groan. He felt awful, as though he had fallen ill. He could hear that voice again. Dear dear. I was worried this might happen. Rest for a moment. You'll feel like yourself again in a moment. Just be still, and be calm. Soma didn't need to be told twice. He couldn't move, even if he wanted to at this point. He gave forth another groan to show his displeasure, but it was not responded to verbally. Instead, he could feel a hand run up and down his chest, soothing him gently.

Slowly, his thoughts began to gather themselves once again. And he came to realize a few things. What happened that day, it was no dream. He had been giving the toddler treatment, chastised, and then, put under once again. His expression changed. Before then, Sebastian had warned him of his newest punishment. From a toddler to infant correct? That was rather...worrisome. Soma knew that punishment had been hanging in the air for a while. But he had tried not to think about it, even as it was being threatened. He had been so confident in himself, so sure that it would never be implemented. Sebastian wouldn't dare! Right?

Soma slowly opened his eyes, hoping to God that nothing was wrong. His vision was blurred and all of the colors were blending together, making the world spin. He blinked a few times, hoping to clear his vision. He could hear someone trying to speak to him, but it all sounded like it was underwater. He closed his eyes once again and took a few deep breathes, trying to sort himself out. Nothing felt right. The hand that was still rubbing up and down his chest was helping just a bit, soothing him ever so slightly. He managed to ward off vertigo that was making it hard to see straight, and chanced a glance up once again, opening his eyes slowly. While things weren't exactly clear, t was a bit better. Things were coming more into focus with time, and he could make out what was above him. The room was slightly dim, with the only light being that from the outside, and Sebastian was leaning over him. His chest was pressed against the white railing of...bars? Were those crib bars? Sebastian's expression was as flat as it always was, even though his voice had just a little concern lacing it. It was almost certainly false concern though, just trying to soothe him somehow.

"There we are," Sebastian said softly, his voice sounding a bit clearer now that Soma had some more time to process it. "How are you feeling now then?" Soma opened his mouth to answer, but he couldn't seem to manage out the words. He knew what he wanted to say, but the words seemed caught in his throat, and he was unable to force them forward. This only seemed to amuse Sebastian even more. "Poor thing. Can't seem to find your words?" he asked, his words dripping with a sickly-sweet tone. Soma scowled, but once again, he couldn't seem to manage out any more than that. "Well, no matter. You'll feel a little more proper in time I would imagine. The transition has been quite the shock to your body, so I'm not surprised that you're feeling this way pet." Sebastian chuckled and quickly lowered the bars of the crib. "I think this should be a good time to have you all checked out then. Before you regain the strength to struggle and cause a fuss."

Sebastian reached in and lifted out the drowsy and limp Prince Soma. "I knew you would sleep for a good, long while. But I didn't imagine it would be for this long," Sebastian sighed, glancing at the window as he adjusted Soma in his arms so that his head rest on his shoulder. "Why, it's already so late..." Soma could see how long the shadows were on the ground, so he could only imagine it was sunset already. Wasn't it midmorning earlier? Has he truly been out for that long? "You'll feel a lot better with a proper meal, and perhaps a bath as well," Sebastian hummed. "Oh dear, but having been asleep so long, something tells me that you won't be sleeping through the night tonight. I shall have to figure something out then until tomorrow."

For a moment, Soma was soothed, his back being rubbed, and Sebastian swaying his body back and forth, in a comforting motion. Somehow, this quiet motion soothed him a bit and stopped him from complaining. Perhaps it was more because he still felt so out of it. Everything felt like a dream of some sort. While his vision was a lot clearer, nothing felt really...real, in a matter of speaking. "The Young Master has already been seated at the table and is having his dinner. So, we'll make sure not to bother him whilst he is dining. I'm sure he might like to see you before bed, however. So, after you are fed, I shall give him a moment to see you, before your bath." Again, Soma didn't answer, still locked into an almost drunken stupor. It took him a moment to process what Sebastian had said. As he tried to gather his thoughts, Sebastian carried him across the room, humming casually, as though this were all quite normal. For the time being, Sebastian refrained from teasing him or belittling him. It was no fun if it was not going to elicit a reaction. As Soma was carried, he got a better look at the room. A nursery it would seem. With whites and dark blues as the color scheme.

"W-Wh-what..." Soma managed to stutter out, his tongue feeling heavy. "...did you d-do?"

"Oh, nothing too drastic," Sebastian said casually. He calmly lie Soma down on a large table with soft cushioning underneath. "But, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't done anything at all. You see, a little medicine never hurt anybody hm?" Soma didn't answer, trying to figure out what he meant, so Sebastian continued. "I imagine your body is feeling rather heavy, is it not? Making it a tad hard to move, or to even speak. Lowering your blood pressure to take you to that point was simple enough," he said simply. "I had a good deal of work to do in order to weaken your body to the point of utter dependence. But a few hours later, and everything is set in place. I could tell I had done what was needed when you didn't rouse, even when the sun began to set. I may have kept you sleeping all night. But, I couldn't determine if you truly would sleep through the night. The last thing I wanted was for you to awaken during the night. What sort of butler would I be if I allowed my master to be awakened by a crying child?"

Once Soma was settled on the table, he came to realize what it was. A changing table? Wasn't there already one situated in the playroom? Why did he have another one here? Unless this was the playroom? But, it was made into the nursery he was in now? He really didn't know. But he was too exhausted to figure it out. Sebastian carefully removed Soma's pajama bottoms. "Perhaps I should have placed you in a nappy before I put you to bed. I suppose I can be considered lucky you didn't have an accident in your sleep, however. Still, I should be more careful next time." Soma's face flushed, the heat in his face temporarily bringing him back to reality, his head pushing above his drugged up weakness, allowing him to take everything in.

"Stop. Wait..." Soma wheezed. But, he was ignored.

"With time, you'll grow used to this weak feeling, and won't be so dreadfully tired every hour. At first, though, I imagine daily naps will be necessary. Perhaps two a day," Sebastian explained, removing Soma's bloomers, folding them, and setting them to the side. "I believe only once you have recovered from the chronic fatigue, will you truly feel the limits placed upon you. the weakness placed upon your body will have you dependent in regards to most things. Walking, eating, dressing, toileting, and so on. Just like a true infant." Sebastian smiled at him, his eyes narrowed just a bit as he prepared the cloth nappy, and slid it underneath Soma's behind. His casual motions almost made it seem as though he had done this many times before. "Take heart little one. No longer will you be held to the difficult expectation of a toddler. Now, you can be the infant you truly always were."

Soma fidgeted, as though he were trying to roll off the table. But, he was kept still by Sebastian's hand. Sebastian quickly folded the ends up and pinned it together, securing it in place. "There we are. Isn't that much better?" Sebastian asked with a smile. He picked up the pajama bottoms and prepared to place them back over his hips. But, after some thought, he set to folding them instead. "It will be much easier to see if you need a changing this way hm?" he chuckled, setting them off to the side. Then, he picked Soma up. Soma's naturally dark face somehow seemed to become even darker. "Now then, it's time for your supper. Afterward, you will have a bath. If you're tired afterward, then you can go back to bed. If now, then we shall surely figure out something for you to do."

With that, Sebastian carried the tired prince from the room, holding him carefully. It was a lot easier to be gentle with him when he wasn't struggling admittedly. He was carried out of the room, down the hall, and down the stairs. Soma half expected that he would be carried into the kitchen. But instead, he was taken into the sitting room. As he was carried, Soma quickly attempted to curl his fingers in, like a fist. But his fingers, well, it was as though he had been in the cold for much too long. Even his fingers felt stiff and weak. It was too difficult to ball them up. Sebastian had said he would get used to this feeling of weakness. But, he highly doubted it. He felt so sick...

Sebastian walked across the sitting room and sat down on the couch, holding Soma in his lap. Soma's face was turned towards Sebastian's torso, and he closed his eyes, resting his weary eyes. He felt a soft, gloved finger poke his cheek. "Come now. No sleeping right now. You've not had your dinner yet. You can sleep a bit later." Soma sighed, opening his eyes again. He turned his head upwards, so he could look at Sebastian. While he was smiling, there was something in his eyes that Soma simply didn't like.
Suddenly, Soma could hear footsteps entering the room. They were too heavy to be Ciel's. Could it be? Agni?

"I have what you wanted Sebastian," said a lower voice. Ah, that was not Agni. It was only the chief. "I've gotta say, I was pretty surprised when you sent a request for something like this. Are you sure you're okay with giving him this?"

"Naturally. A baby can't be expected to eat a full-course meal. They're too little for such a thing," Sebastian said, holding out his hand for the baby's bottle in Baldroy's hand.

Baldroy hesitated, before finally handing it over. "You're really taking this whole punishment pretty seriously, aren't you?"

"Of course. Mister Agni intrusted his prince with me, and I promised I wouldn't let any harm come to him. The prince is but an infant, is he not? If I do not treat him properly, and exercise caution with him, then he may grow ill."

"If you say so," Baldroy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyways, if you don't need anything else, I guess I'll be off."

"Indeed." Soma could hear the heavy footsteps plod away, but he still never bothered to turn his head all the way around. Instead, he focused on staying awake. Despite how badly he wanted to sleep, the last thing he wanted was to fall asleep in Sebastian's arms. Even though he was using care to handle, Soma still found him to be quite intimidating. So, sleeping here didn't feel like an option right now. He kept his heavy eyes open as best he could, as Sebastian tested the temperature of the liquid on his wrist. When he felt satisfied with it, he finally turned to Soma.

"Alright, little prince. Let's get you fed, shall we? Open wide for me." Normally, Soma may have shouted, protested, or perhaps even hit Sebastian. But, he was just so weak and tired, that he didn't feel like he would be able to. Not that he wanted to risk the consequences of striking Sebastian anyhow. so, he kept his hands to himself. But, he didn't open. He kept his lips buttoned shut, not wanting Sebastian to try and feed him. "Coem now, don't give me grief. The sooner you finish, the sooner we'll have you in bed." Bed. That sounded so wonderful really. So, he turned to face up and opened for him. "There's my good boy." Sebastian stuck the nipple of the bottle into his mouth and held the bottle in place as he fed him. The formula inside the bottle was warm, and it tasted sweet. It wasn't really Soma's idea of a good meal. But, he supposed it was something. As the warm formula entered his stomach, he came to realize just how empty his tummy was. He hadn't had anything to eat all day, other than the watery oat gruel earlier in the day. But that had been hours ago. While the formula wasn't great, it was filling he supposed. Soma sighed through his nose and drank down the formula.

"My. Hungry weren't you?" Sebastian chuckled. "Well, don't drink it down so greedily. you're sure to give yourself a gut ache at this rate." He watched Soma for a moment longer, before commenting, "You're falling into your role quite nicely, aren't you? Perhaps this will be a bit easier then I thought. Perhaps we should take advantage of these times of fatigue as often as we can now shall we? I'm sure you'd make a fine infant." Sebastian leaned back, making himself a bit more comfortable so he didn't cramp up from the stagnant position he stayed in.

Once again, soma could hear footsteps entering the room. Thanks to his position, he was able to peer out of the corner of his eye to see who was coming in. Unlike Baldroy, these footsteps were a lot lighter. This time, young Ciel walked into the sitting room, taking in the scene. "Good evening young master. I trust dinner was to your liking?"

"Mm," Ciel hummed, watching the two of them for a moment.

"Don't mind me, my lord. I'm simply making sure the little one is fed before he is bathed and put back to bed," Sebastian said casually. Ciel nodded and stared at Soma for a moment. Thanks to Soma's greedy speed, the bottle was nearly empty, and Soma was looking quite relaxed. He truly looked like an infant, nursing away at a bottle, wearing a nappy, and being cradled in such a way. He wasn't enjoying this, was he? "Young master, I feel that these coming day will be quite interesting. The prince has been given a little something to help him relax. He's likely going to be a bit fatigued these coming days as he gets used things, so my time may be taken up a bit. I'm sure the prince would appreciate your help in his care-taking."

Ciel's face went a bit red in response. "Don't be ridiculous, you can't expect me to help care for a grown adult in such a way."

"Of course not my lord. I shall take care of him. I was only offering."

"Well, think next time before you speak. Who in their right mind would want a task such as that?" Ciel huffed. "Other than you apparently." Sebastian only smirked at his off-handed comment. Ciel scanned the two of them once again before turning up his nose. "Anyhow, I'm going to my study. Finish up with him quickly." He sighed and turned away. "And clean him up, will you? The fool has gone and soiled himself."

Thankfully, the bottle was empty, so Soma didn't end up choking. But he nearly did out of surprise and shock. What? No, no way he had! He couldn't very well look now, but when he moved his legs experimentally, he could feel that the cloth between his legs had become rather uncomfortably damp. He really had wet himself, hadn't he? but, how? He hadn't felt the need to go earlier on, and he certainly hadn't felt himself...wet. How could he have? Sebastian seemed to confirm his fear when he set the bottle aside and smirked. "It would seem to allow you to go with your pajama bottoms was the right decision eh? It will be a lot easier to get you all cleaned up this way."

Soma's mouth simply hung open as Sebastian placed the bottle to the side and stood up. "I'm not too surprised if I'm being honest. We had you with us for a full day, and I hadn't given you the chance to relive yourself once. I'm surprised you didn't leak little one," he chuckled, carrying him out of the sitting room. "I have a clean nappy and a new pair of pajamas waiting for you in the washroom. So, let's get you into the bath shall we?"

"I...I'm not...a baby," Soma managed out.

"Oh? How can you say that after having an accident right there on my lap eh?" Sebastian chuckled. That certainly seemed to do the trick, as Soma didn't say anything else for the time being. Sebastian smiled once again, taking Soma down to the washroom to bath him. I'll admit, while I am more the used to bathing my young lord, bathing an infant is likely to be different. I must take much more care, as young ones like you can be quite fragile. I do wish I had obtained a soap that would be more fit for sensitive skin. Then again, since you are only an infant mentally, I suppose it shall be fine."

In the restroom, Sebastian set Soma on the closed toilet lid for the time being. It was there that he undressed him. First, slipping off the pajama top, and then, undoing the wet, cloth nappy, easily removing it, and leaving him nude. After that, he quietly dropped a towel over Soma's lap. "There we go," he nodded, before stepping away and plugging up the drain, before starting up the water. Without Sebastian's support, Soma slumped over on the toilet seat, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to open his eyes. This was a weakness he had not felt in the longest time. Not since he had been in India. He could remember a time when he had grown dangerously ill with a high fever and no appetite. He had been left without strength, and no one to dote on him but Mina. He had not the strength to leave his bed, to feed himself, or even to sit up. This felt a lot like he had felt back then. Only, a bit more humiliating. He didn't feel so hot like he had back then. Rather, he felt like his head was weighted down with bricks, and he couldn't process a thing.

'I'll close my eyes, just for a second. I'll rest while the butler is preparing the bath. Perhaps I can sleep right through the bath.' the prince sighed through his nose as he tried to make himself comfortable. 'I've never had anyone bath me like this before, other than my own servants. But when I got older, I didn't let them do that anymore. Only Agni. So, this is going to feel, a bit odd.' He felt himself blush a bit, and he closed his eyes when his vision began to blur. 'Ugh. In any case, how in the world did I have an accident like that? I didn't even feel it. Is that what the medicine can do. What a scary, and humiliating thing.'

He was so lost in his thoughts and overcome with fatigue, that he didn't notice when he was picked up, and carried across the bathroom. Rather, he felt as though he were beginning to faint, which was why he felt so light. It wasn't until his bottom hit the bathwater, that he began to wake up again. "You don't want to sleep here," Sebastian warned him, submerging Soma's body in the water. "Lest you wish to find yourself in a rather watery grave." Soma failed to find the humor in Sebastian's words, only staring back at him. "I think we shall save the bubble bath for another time, my prince. It will feel a lot nicer if we use it when you are feeling a bit more awake and can enjoy it a bit more."

Soma didn't really seem to mind. Or, care for that matter really. Bubbles or not, he hoped to simply get this over with, and go back to bed. He could feel Sebastian take his hair down a bit, moistening the ends when they dipped into the water. Frankly, a lot of the bath was a rather, big blur. Sebastian washed down his body, wet his hair with water, and then scrubbed his hair clean with shampoo. It smelt clean, almost a floral scent. He had heard, when he was little, that in Britain, soap was only used by those that were more well-off. That was something he had never really been able to confirm. But as far as he knew, that simply wasn't true.

His thoughts drifted a bit, never attaching to a single idea or concept as he struggled to stay conscious. His heart rate was very slow, slower then it ought to be for a normal human. His skin was slightly pale, and his eyes continued to flutter. If one didn't understand what was happening, they would think that Soma looked very ill. And, in a sense, he was quite ill. Which was why Sebastian needed to stay with him and monitor him. Soma wouldn't be able to care for himself in this state or do much of anything he supposed. He was at the dependency level of an infant, and Sebastian knew it. So, he was more than happy to take advantage of the situation.
He didn't comment when Soma's eyes slid closed, allowing him a moment to rest. If Soma was resting, he was less likely to fight anyhow. If the prince wanted to ignore his earlier warnings, then that was his decision.

"I have to admit," Sebastian sighed. "You're making this a good deal easier for me. But, it's much less interesting as well. I suppose I had been ready for at least a little fight. But, I was wrong. You're even less interesting than an actual infant." Soma felt he ought to take offense, but he truly didn't care right now. He just wanted to sleep.

For a while, they were quiet. Soma allowed Sebastian to wash him down, and Sebastian didn't speak. Finally, Sebastian let go of the prince. "Ah, it would seem I've forgotten your towel. How careless of me," Sebastian sighed. "Give me one moment." Sebastian stood, and watched the tired prince for only a moment, before turning and walking to the sink where he had draped the towel before. Soma's eyes opened just a bit, so he could see Sebastian ever so slightly. He could see spots before his eyes, and everything felt like it was underwater. He opened his mouth to speak, but not a word came out. Only a choked sound, almost sounding like a whimper. When he tried to lift his arm up, it felt too heavy, as though it were filled with metal. He could barely move, he simply didn't have to strength. Soma closed his eyes once again, breathing hard.

And then, barely able to support himself, he slowly slid down, and submerged in the bathwater, disappearing from sight.

The warm water was soothing, enveloping his body in a blanket, and clearing his head a bit. Under the water, he opened his eyes, which was something one of his big brothers had taught him how to do. He remembered he used to be too afraid to even attempt to open his eyes underwater before then. The water was clear, so it wasn't too difficult to see. The ceiling was blurred with the water and the bubbles that slowly rose to the surface. His response was slow, and he did not panic straight away. But when he tried to take in a breath and choked on the water, that's when he began to struggle. He tried to lift himself out, but he simply did not have the strength to sit up. Just like a true infant...

It only took a moment, before the image of the ceiling was blurred by another image. The silhouette of Sebastian came into view, his facial features blurred as well by the water. Soma was struggling to sit up or move in order to try and save himself. But he simply didn't have the strength. He expected Sebastian to reach in and pull him out immediately. But...he didn't. Rather, he simply stood there, watching Soma slowly begin to drown. He made no move to reach into the water and get him. He only watched. Soma couldn't tell if he was smiling, or grimacing, or what sort of expression he had on his face. The only thing he knew for certain, was that he was not going to be saved. Sebastian was going to watch him drown. Soma's lungs struggled, and despite knowing he shouldn't, he tried to breathe in. But it only caused more water to rush into his lungs, making him panic just as badly. His long, violet hair was floating freely in the water and began to float about his face, making it even harder to see. His chest felt like it was burning as he tried to see past the rivers of hair that blocked his vision. But it was all in vain he came to discover.

He could hear a faint ringing in his ears and began to see flashes of white light as he struggled to stay conscious. How long was Sebastian going to stand there, simply watching him as he drowned? Was he truly intending to watch him die? For a moment, he simply lost all hope. He was going to die in this big bathtub, in his best friends home. All at the hands of his friend's butler. Agni wasn't going to be here to save him. And Ciel couldn't save him, he didn't know what was happening. A burbling sound left his throat as the last of the air left his lungs. He felt tired all over again. He felt weaker, and just... He couldn't gather another thought, as the bright lights from the bathroom, and the ones created by his oxygen-deprived brain began to fade away and be slowly replaced by darkness. And the ringing began to fade away...

He was snapped back to reality suddenly when a pair of hands suddenly disturbed the water and grabbed the prince. Soma was pulled into an upright position and held up. The moment he could feel himself leave the water, he gasped and choked on the water that still remained in his lungs. He coughed harshly, gasping and wheezing as he tried to breathe. Sebastian's hand was roughly patting his back in an attempt to help him clear his lungs. A majority of his hair was sticking to his face, so he still couldn't see very well at all. "Take a breath. You're fine. Stop panicking in such a way, you're only making it harder on yourself," Sebastian advised. His voice was deprived of any sort of care, or concern.

Finally, after coughing out a good deal of the water from his lungs, he was able to take in a deep and ragged breath. "That's the way," Sebastian said quietly, stopping his patting, and starting to rub instead. He used his other hand to part Soma's hair so he could see. His vision was still terribly blurred however from his own tears. "Why are you crying?" Sebastian asked. "You've lived. You have nothing to cry over." His words were insulting. But, Soma didn't quite care. Instead, once he was able to breathe a bit better, he truly began to sob. He thought he was going to die. He had every right to cry right now, no matter what cruel words Sebastian had to say. He could hear Sebastian sigh, before lifting him out of the water with the towel, and wrapping him up in his arms. Sebastian walked over to the loo and sat on the closed seat. Then, he adjusted Soma in his arms and used a second towel to gently dry Soma's hair. He didn't have any kind words to say, nor did he have any intention of comforting, he simply did the job, drying off his hair and his body.

Once he was done, he slid off of the toilet seat, and gently set Soma down on the ground, unwrapping the towel so Soma was holding still. "I'd advise that you keep still so I can dress you quicker. I imagine the chill in the air is not quite comfortable." Sebastian gave him a bit of a look as he said quietly, "Then again, you did not heed my warning regarding resting in the bathtub. So, I suppose I should expect you to misbehave and not listen to me by now. I do hope that we will not need to waste our time by having me restrain you." Thankfully, however, Soma was still as Sebastian pinned a clean nappy around his waist, and dressed him in a pair of white pajamas. Once he was dressed, Sebastian sat him up and held him in his lap. With the hairbrush, he began to work through Soma's hair, brushing out the tangles, and running his fingers through the completed sections to make sure it was right.

"Let this be your first lesson," Sebastian said quietly, getting the prince's attention, and momentarily stopping his crying. "You did not listen to me, just as always. You never want to listen. That's what led to this punishment. And that is what nearly led to your own demise. Do you understand now why it is not a good idea to disobey and act like a brat?"

"But...I..."

"You are told what to do in order to preserve your own safety, well-being, and the sanity of others. Disobey and you will be hurt or punished. All of this was your own doing. You have no one to blame but yourself." Soma kept his mouth shut, but his lips continued to quiver. "Listen to me, and behave yourself, and some good may come out of it. However, continue to behave like this, and no good will be coming your way." Once he was satisfied, Sebastian tied Soma's hair up into a high ponytail. "Goodness, you need a trim," he sighed, before picking Soma up once again. Once he was in his arms, his head fell listlessly against Sebastian's shoulder.

As Sebastian left the restroom, Mey-Rin scuttled past to gather the clothing left behind to bring it to the wash. "Something tells me you won't be awake much longer. You need another long rest," Sebastian pointed out. He brought Soma back to the nursery and set him inside the crib. From his pocket, he retrieved a small, white dummy, and stuck it between Soma's lips to silence his whimpers. "Tomorow is a new day. We can try once again for a better day. Unless you still feel like acting out and causing a fuss." He reached out and pulled the covers up to Soma's chin, and tucked a small Funtom rabbit under the covers with him. "Rest now. And we shall make another attempt in the morning. Today was a bit of a long day, although you were only conscious for half of it." He watched soma, before smirking. "Honestly. You could only maintain the standards of a toddler for half of a day now, could you? And only just barely. I wonder if you'll ever regain your standing again."

Soma only stared at him, still rather shocked by everything that had happened, even as he started to drift off, and Sebastian's face became blurry. Why should he be expected to obey the man that nearly let him die? But then again, he didn't have much of a choice now did he? He was helpless. Just as trapped as he had been when he was under the water. And Sebastian was the one who was going to care for him until he could pull himself out. Soma closed his eyes when he couldn't hold them open any longer, soothing himself with the dummy.

But at the same time, Sebastian was also the one holding his head under the water. And he would be saved when Sebastian chose...

Tl;DR: Soma" *Burble Burble*
Sebastian: *Smacks lips* Nice.