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Dreams Aren't Real : Chapter One

Ciel's POV

Dreams don't come true. And neither do wishes. That's for sure. Those wants you wish upon gold coins and shooting stars for, those illusions that cloud your mind as you unconsciously go along daily life, the little things you think and then smile about because you can just picture them happening. They don't happen. They really don't.

But nightmares? The fears buried deep inside of you, the undying worry of things you can't accomplish or defend against, the thoughts that cluster in the blackened, very core of your mind that make your heart race in terror? That on the other hand is an entirely different story. I've learned this over the years. I've learned no matter how much I wish I were free, that they were back, that life was normal and I was happy, that I'd never asked for any of this...

It'll never happen. What has been done can never be undone.

"Young master, please sit up while you're dining," I hear the soft voice of my butler whisper to me. "You'll ruin your back if you slouch." I sigh and do as he asks, straightening my body and resting my chin on my hand. He smiles and goes back to organizing the assortment of vases on the table. I think it was safe to say that we both noticed the fact I'd been spacing out quite frequently lately, daydreaming like a little girl. Of course I hadn't been meaning to, but the topic was always on my mind nowadays.

"Hey, Sebastian? Do you believe in dreams coming true?" I blurt out. I don't care that it's a totally stupid question, for some reason I'm curious. And I knew that since it was Sebastian, there would most likely be an interesting answer. He glances back at me questioningly.

"Just where did this come from, may I ask?" he replies, brushing a lock of smooth black hair from in front of his face. When I just shrug in reply, he smirks. "Is it the result of what you've been dazed off about?"

I blush slightly. "Look, I'm sorry it sounds so idiotic, but things like it have been on my mind for while." And when his smirk widens, I quickly add, "Annoying as it is."

Sebastian arranges a last rose and walks over to where I'm seated at the table, smiling down at me. "Perhaps we should get you to the bath, young master," he says. "It's almost eight, and you have quite a number of meetings tomorrow." I pout and reluctantly stand, wondering why he hadn't answered my question. Hmm, no matter, I think. I'll ask again later.

Dreams don't come true. Why, though, was the thought of them bothering me so much?

Sebastian's POV

I usher the young master quickly to the washroom and open the door for him, hoping he'll forget the question he'd asked earlier. I would've thought it'd been an obvious answer to him, that demons especially don't believe in things such as wishes and dreams. So why did he bring it up? More importantly though, I don't understand why it's of so much concern to me what my answer to that question is. There are actually many things I want, many things I yearn for. Are they dreams? Wishes? That I don't quite know. I don't want to call them by those names, but if they're not either of those, then... what?

Sin. Those wants of mine, they're sin.

Quickly, I start the bath water, perfected to the temperature he finds comfortable, and help him undress. I rise from my knees with his socks in hand and set them aside. As I reach my hand up to his near-perfect navy blue hair, I swiftly untie the patch that covers his cursed right eye, and as it slips off, I catch myself gazing into the soft blue ocean of his left. His eyes are not meeting mine, but suddenly they are as he glances up at me and blushes awkwardly.

"Se... bastian?" I hear his voice mumble my name quietly. Blinking suddenly, I place my gloved hand onto his shoulder and plaster that all-too-familiar smile back onto my face.

"Please step in, young master," I say. "I made sure the water is perfect." He puts one of his petite legs forward into the bath, then looks back at me with a look that speaks confusion. I bow and step out of the washroom as quickly as I can before I can hear him speak again. If I do, I'm afraid I'll...

I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

Sin. The wants of mine, they all have to do with him. And therefore... they're sin.