Beautifully Lost DollBeautifully Lost Doll4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Would you miss me? If I were to die tomorrow?"
I pursed my lips into a frown, unsure of how to respond to his question. In all the time I've served Ciel Phantomhive he's never been one to openly wallow in self pity. To hear him open up even in an odd question as this is very out of the ordinary, "Of course." I smiled, taking his hand, shocked at just how much smaller than me he is, "You are my master, without you I am lost."
"Lost " he murmured.
That's exactly what he is now, lost. Somewhere in this city the humans call London my young master resides, without me and most likely helpless. Adrenaline pulses through me, my entire being burns with the need to see that my young master is alright. To see that nonchalant expression stare up at me expectantly silently demanding of my whereabouts. Worse case scenarios play in my mind, Ciel has an unnatural ability to be abducted by our enemies, and our enemies aren't the most forgiving of his past deeds.
He could be anywhere, in anyone's