A/N: definitely OOC... just letting you know that... I don't own Kuro... this idea popped in my head and I just flowed with it. Hope you guys like it! Reviews appreciated!

"Are the preparations made?" Alois asked, fiddling with the sleeve of his coat.

"Yes, your Highness," was the response from a certain glasses wearing butler, who adjusted said glasses with annoyance.

000

"Are you serious?" Grell asked, incredulous.

"Sadly, I am," was the response, to which a flustered [yet happy] Grell hugged the other.

"Oh Thank you Wirru!~"

"It's not like it was my decision," Will grumbled, stepping back and pushing the other away. "Since you've actually finished all of your work for once in your career, I've no choice but to let you leave early today," Will griped. "Now get out of my sight before I decide to assign you some overtime."

"Thanks, Wirru!~" Grell kissed the man on the cheek, prancing away before he could get smacked. He walked out of the office, giggling. I know exactly where I'm going to go today!~

000

"Finally!" Ciel exclaimed, pushing the papers away from him. He laid his head on the desk, exhausted. Sebastian brought a tea in the room, and placed it on the desk. He patted his master on the head, eyes softening affectionately.

"Here, Bocchan. A spot of tea, laced with coffee. I know you dislike it, but you need it. You've been working for days now, and I know you need rest, however, you have an appointment this evening with the Earl of Trent. So you must begin getting ready."

Ciel lifted his head up in exhaustion.

"Very well, Sebastian, take me to my quarters." he grumbed quietly.

000

Alois fidgeted with his cravat nervously as the carriage pulled onto the street. He hoped this would go well, though he knew it could go badly very easily. He was extremely nervous, because this wasn't just any ordinary visit. He was actually going to do it. He was going to confess.

000

Grell combed his hair nervously, dropping a few copper pieces on the table. He was determined to make this day special. He was going to make a good impression whether Sebby liked it or not. He took the flowers in between his deft fingers and bit his lip, checking his reflection in his pocket mirror before sighing and beginning to walk away. He really didn't like this outfit but if there was a chance that Sebby would like it more than his usual ensemble, he was willing to try anything.

000

The table was set, and Ciel sat at it's head, slouching. His head was pounding, and he could barely function, but this deal between him and the Earl of Trent was so important for his company that he had no choice but to meet him today. And so he sat at the table, fever ridden and tired.

Sebastian frowned, standing next to him. He laid an icy hand on the young master's forehead, the pulled away, astonished.

"Master?"

When Ciel didn't respond, he said,

"I'll fetch a cool cloth for you, young master," and, bowing, left him. He headed to the kitchen, running a rag under cool water and draining it.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. He went immediately, assuming that the Earl Trent had arrived, but paused when he got to the door. This was the... back door? Confused, Sebastian pulled the door open easily, only to be glomped by a moving mass of black and red.

"Oh Sebas-Chan~" the figure sang, before stopping abruptly and pulling back.

"I'm terribly sorry," Grell apologized hastily. "Habit."

Sebastian blinked, astonished. Grell stood before for him, dressed almost entirely in black. He had a red tie and waistcoat, but other than that, looked entirely professional. He even had his hair tied back in a black ribbon. Sebastian arced his eyebrows.

"What's wrong with you?" He questioned. "Are you in mourning?"

"No, silly," Grell smiled softly. "I decided that if you were ever going to accept me, I needed to appear more presentable before you. And... I brought you something." He shifted his feet.

He reached from his purse and pulled out two roses, one black and one red, tied together by a black ribbon with a ring on it.

"Y-You don't have to wear the ring if you don't want to!" He cried, frantic."P-please don't misunderstand, I know that you probably don't want it...and... i know it's not tasteful...but... I just..."

Sebastian's eyes softened, but he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the fact that Grell reminded him of a punished kitten with his head down so bashfully... No. Shaking his head, he said,

"I'm sorry, but I simply cannot accept this. My master..." he trailed.

"P-Please..." Grell said, pleading, tears trying to form. He tried blinking them back, but still had to turn his face away.

Sebastian sighed, irritated at the interruption but also confused and put off by Grell's strange behavior. He supposed he could hide him in the kitchen for the moment, and comfort him somehow. That way he would go back to normal and Sebastian could kick him out without any hesitation. But at the moment he looked so much like a little lost kitten... Sebastian couldn't help but sigh.

"Well come on in then. Don't be loitering outside all day, you'll catch your death of cold." He snapped, gesturing inside.

Eyes brightening, Grell stepped inside.

Sebastian directed him to wait in the kitchen while he delivered the rag to his young master. Ciel had fallen asleep at the table in Sebastian's absence, and Sebastian was content to let him stay that way while he dealt with the rather unwelcome-if handsome-. Sebastian stopped. Blinked a few times. He then resumed his thoughts. He was now free to deal with the unwelcome guest in his kitchen. Yes, that was right.

Sebastian made his way back to the kitchen to find Grell in an animate conversation with the maid, Mey-rin.

"Oh I know!" Grell was saying. "But what about you? You say he doesn't notice you at all?"

Mey-Rin shook her head.

"I know the feeling all too well, Darling..." Grell sighed, leaning on the counter, legs crossed like a woman sitting in a stool.

"It's a shame, really, and you're such a pretty little thing too."

Mey-Rin blushed as Grell ran his fingers down her cheek. He twirled a finger in her hair.

"All of that lovely red hair spilling down your face, it's a gorgeous sight."

"Th-Th-Thank ye, sir, but i know it could never compare to yours, no it can't! I'm just a servingmaid l, I am, he never looks at me, he doesn't..." she mused sadly.

"Oh Darling, I'm a butler too! Granted I'm now a butler to my own ambitions, but I'm a butler nonetheless. It could never be a contest... he won't have either of us. It's in his nature to cause a sinful amount of lust, he is a demon after all~"

"Grell!" Sebastian barked, causing both of their heads to turn quickly. Mey-Rin dropped the plates she was holding with a crash, and Grell stood erect, like... a proper butler would. "Y-yes...sir?" He asked, like he was a student again. He was trying to get in Sebastian's good graces, and obviously behaving like a schoolgirl in love wasn't cutting it.

Sebastian arched his eyebrow again. He then noticed the mess now on the floor and sighed, holding his temples.

"Mey-Rin. Please go tend to... something. Go find a room without many breakable things in it and clean it, please."

As she scurried away, face bright red in shame, Grell felt... what was it? Indignant? For this girl?

"That wasn't necessary..." he mumbled, cross. "She only dropped it because you startled us so. And we were having a delightful conversation."

"I'll bet you were..." Sebastian grumbled, stooping to pick up the mess. Grell bent down too, helping. Of course, as Grell tends to mess up everything, he cut himself on the very last shard. He screeched something about, "marring his beautiful skin," but Sebastian wasn't actually paying attention to his words.

Once the cleaning was done, he grabbed the crying Man by his wrist and dragged him into the bathroom to tend the "horrible wound".

000

" I Want you, I Need you, I Love you... I Love you, I Want you, I Need you... I Need you, I Love you, I Want you... I Want you... I Want you... I Want you...~~"..was the song echoing in Ciel's dream. It repeated itself over and over like a mantra, and other words accompanied it but he couldn't make them out. He slept, and slept still. He awoke only once, but then he was suddenly so warm and comfortable, and the singing was so soothing and sweet that he never noticed. He slept and slept still, until the singing stopped. A laugh like a small bell penetrated his dream. Was this his Angel of Music? Ciel was certainly no Christine. He remembered nothing about his dream besides that it was warm and pleasant. He remembered being held. Who was holding him? His father? No, the arms were much too small. His mother? But that tinkling laugh... it was feminine but it was likewise most definitely not a woman. The angel began humming again. "Ciel..." It whispered. Dream Ciel's eyes popped open, but before he could see who held him, his real self jolted awake. He looked around the room. Why was it dark?! Why was he in bed? He was even wearing his nightclothes! And in the bed, snoring softly next to him like it was a custom, was the Earl of Trancy?! What was going on!?

"Ciel..." Alois muttered in his sleep...

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A/N: Soooo? What do you thiiink? I'm honestly not sure if this is good or not, so please let me know! Reviews are highly appreciated! Pwease?