AUTHOR'S NOTE:

That is first fic I have ever wrote in English (which isn't my first language, even not my second, I can barely communicate properly using it) so be gentle. Te-hee, you thought I'll say that XD Well, honestly speaking, I would be INSANELY grateful for pointing any grammar or spelling mistakes you could find. Punctuation in English isn't my strong point either, so... you know. Lecture me and yell at me all you want. I would be really, I mean REALLY, grateful for telling me what I do wrong. So I could correct it. Please reduce time in which I will be humiliated by my wrongness to the minimum.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own, blah blah... You know what I mean.

EDIT: Thanks to askani it's no longer so horrible like it was before she helped me. Thank you asnkani, thank you so much :D

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That Butler - The Last Minutes Together

At last that day had come. The day of payment. The end of his small world which he built with such effort and difficulty. The end of everything.

"Are they all dead, Sebastian?" Ciel asked, looking at ruins of the mansion his enemies were residing in.

"Yes, My Lord" answered his loyal butler.

Ciel turned his back on the sight. He wasn't interested in it anymore. What had to be done was done. What remained was no longer important.

"Burn it all."

"Yes, My Lord."

Still he listened to the sound of raging fire as it crackled and hissed, devouring everything.

Like he soon would be devoured.

The Young Earl shivered at the thought and clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms. No. He cannot be scared. He cannot waver. No one, even devils in Hell, would be able to say that The Earl of Phantomhive doesn't keep his word.

He was prepared for this all along. He knew it would happen. And he had agreed.

Ciel, the last Earl of Phantomhive, cleared his throat, taking a deep breath and said "Well, Sebastian, isn't it time?"

"For what, My Lord?" asked Sebastian teasingly. Ciel's lips curved slightly with a pale parody of a smile. So it'll be like that?

Their last final game.

Ciel slowly lifted his gaze. He looked at the demon standing in front of him. Long slender legs. Gloved palms with long fingers, which could be so gentle or so cruel, depending on the situation and his demon's mood. Strong broad shoulders. Blue-black hair which felt so silky and so good to the touch. That face, so familiar, so beautiful, decorated by that characteristic smirk.

And the eyes.

"It seems our deal was fulfilled."

"So it seems" Sebastian wasn't helping much. Honestly, he wasn't helping him at all. Playing fool to the end. That is just so cruel of you, Sebastian, Ciel thought, feeling a familiar thrill fill his body, despite the situation.

It wasn't a bad feeling, though. The familiar one, yes. Dying without it would be just so extremely... boring.

"I suppose you should take it then. My soul I mean."

Ciel watched as Sebastian parted his lips, sliding his tongue out and tracing his lips in a slow glide. That made him shiver again, mesmerising him. It took effort to recover from the sight. And then Ciel remembered something.

"I suppose I don't have the right to give you orders anymore. I would like to ask you something, though."

" Oya? And what could that be, My Lord?"

"Could you please not damage my body too much? I assume there will be a body."

"There will be."

"Well, in that case... I don't want Elisabeth and those four to get upset. So could you please kill me cleanly? Maybe stranglation or something along those lines. I would be grateful" said Ciel with an indifferent voice, like he was just discussing the weather.

Sebastian blinked. Or perhaps Ciel had just imagined it. Yes. For certain. Demon's couldn't be surprised, could they?

"But that would be long and painful. Wouldn't you prefer a quicker method? I could stab you in the heart or brain, for example."

"But there would be blood. And I could stand a little pain, you know."

"If I strangle you, your face isn't going to look very pretty either. You have seen strangled bodies before."

"Huh, that's a problem... I know. You'll break my neck. Simple, clean and painless. Or so I hope."

Sebastian stared at him for a moment. That child... no, that young human...

"You never fail to amaze me."

This time it was Ciel's turn to blink with surprise.

"And what exactly is so amazing?"

"You're going to die in a minute and you're just calmly talking over the details of your own death. I've never met a human like you, not once in my life. And it's been a really, really long one."

"Hmph. Isn't it common to make up one's will before dying?"

Sebastian chuckled.

"We aren't talking about your last will, you had it prepared years ago" he teased. "But, well, lets go back to the subject at hand..."

"Yes, indeed, I..." Ciel opened his mouth to say something and hesitated. He lowered his eyes.

"I... I have one more request."

He wasn't used to pleading. Especially when it was Sebastian on the receiving end of his plea.

"Which is...?"

"Could... would you take my body back to the mansion and organise my... funeral? Contact Undertaker for that... Please don't leave him alone with my body, and make sure he doesn't do anything strange to it. About our so-called stuff members... I would rather prefer you avoid those four but things must be explained properly. Just tell them something believable. And leave quickly. Reduce the fuss to the minimum. That is all. Would you... could you do that for me?"

Ciel kept his eyes lowered and didn't see the expression in Sebastian's eyes. He would call it strange if he could see it. Really, really strange one.

"Yes... My Lord."

Ciel remained silent for a while. Finally he swallowed hard, took a deep breath and looked his demon straight in the eyes.

"Shall we begin then?"

And he took a step forward.

Giving his now ex-butler last long look, Ciel took Sebastian's gloved hands into his and tried placing them on his own neck. Sebastian took them away and quickly removed the gloves with his sharp teeth. Ciel was surprised and almost startled at that motion, watching it with something close to smile on his face.

"With your bare hands, Sebastian? I wasn't expecting that. Aren't you afraid you'll get your hands dirty?" Ciel asked, fascination mixed with bemusement.

"I'm not. Touching you never dirtied my hands" Sebastian smiled at his little master, seeing a faint blush spreading across his face in his embarrassment . "This time it won't either."

It wasn't long before Ciel could feel a light touch on his neck. It was barely noticeable, like a feather or butterfly wings, almost tickling. He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes, feeling peaceful but at the same time also ecstatic, like he had never felt before. Should he feel like this? He was quite sure he shouldn't. He was going to die after all. Even more – he was going to be eaten. He should be scared, he should quiver and weep, he was so young, all those precious, bright years of life waiting for him. Of course he was a little sad. Or should he say, he was full of sadness. That was permanent sadness, it was with him since that memorable day his parents were killed. He was used to it. He definitely wasn't used to this other feelings. They were so unfamiliar. When was the last time he felt peaceful? Where did that strange emotion come from?

He had fulfilled his goal. Finally.

The hands on his neck begin to tighten, so slowly it was barely noticeable.

Soon.

And Ciel Phantomhive opened his mismatched eyes. And he smiled.

"Sebastian, I'm glad I got to know you. Thank you for everything. Farewell."

He closed his eyes again, his face looking almost blissful. He gave in completely.

Demon's hands stopped. Ciel felt them and enjoyed the feeling. They were cold but not icy, soft and gentle. The hands he knew so well.

Later he would regret that he had closed his eyes a that very last moment. He had missed the opportunity to see the expression on his ex-butler's face.

The hands tightened a bit more. And stopped again.

And then, like a butterfly flying away, they were gone.

Ciel opened his eyes with surprise.

He was alone.