DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN BLACK BUTLER, ONLY THE PLOT.
Attempt One
It was a very peaceful day at the Phantomhive manor. Birds chirped, the garden flowers were in full bloom, and the silverware and kitchen in tact. (Read:Surprise, surprise...) No red-haired shinigami, or in the Earl's case, gender confused freak roaming the house, crying "Sebas-chan!" every five minutes. It was indeed, a nice day.
Ciel Phantomhive sat in his over-sized chair, doing a mountain load of paperwork for the Funtom Company. He was restless though, shuffling in his posh chair every now and then. He sighed. Just what is troubling me? he thought.
On cue, sharp knocks were heard and Sebastian, his butler stepped in with a tray of teaware.
"I've prepared Earl Grey, young master. Enjoy."
Ciel opened his mouth to say something, in vain, making him look like a fish. Sebastian struggled to keep himself from laughing out loud.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing is,: Sebastian felt uncertain, but bowed and left.
Attempt One - Failure
Attempt 2
The bell rang. The butler frowned as he hurried to his master's room. The bell rang again, really loudly this time. Sebastian quickened his pace pushed open the heavy doors to the study.
Ciel stood up and gestured to the seat opposite him.
"Sebastian... I have something to say."
"What is it, young master?"
Ciel let out an irritated sigh.
"I want to say.."
BOOM! CRANGG! POOF!
"Excuse me," said the butler hastily as he bowed and made his way to the kitchen - which was probably black in colour by now.
Ciel let out an annoyed growl.
Attempt 2...failed.
Attempt 3
It was dinner time.
As Sebastian placed down the silver platter, Ciel grapped his wrist. The former flinched in surprise.
"What's wrong, young master?"
"I - I th -"
"Pardon?"
"Umm"
"What is it? Do you not want dinner no-"
"I-"
Silence filled the air. Ciel tightened his grip round the butler's wrist.
"Get to the point please, young-"
"THANK YOU."
"..."
"Thanks for being such a nice butler. I - I'm privileged."
Sebastian blinked as Ciel forced a large smile on his face. He chuckled. "Why, what kind of butler would I be if I cannot serve you properly?:
Ciel laughed silently. "Yes, you're one hell of a butler."