AN: Hello dears and welcome to my Kuroshitsuji drabble collection. Due to the Book of Circus release, I've been greatly inspired to get back into the Kuroshitsuji fandom and dabble a bit in writing with the characters again (which is an absolute joy to be honest) so this here will be just as the title suggest, a drabble collection. Random snippets in time with our favorite characters. The drabbles will usually have no connection to any of the others in the collection but if they do, I will be sure to label them as such.

Warnings: There will likely be a few drabbles in here that contain sexual content or at the very least gore/swearing. If you're uncomfortable with such content then please find another story that suits your needs because there are plenty. Also, SebaCiel is the main pairing for most of these drabbles unless otherwise stated so be warned.

With that all said and done, please enjoy!


A Time and A Place

Note: This drabble takes place quite a few years after S2. So yes...Ciel is a demon.


Ciel watched with dull eyes as the polished black box was lifted and stuffed with care into a carriage by two buff men with equally blank stares. Ciel recognized those gazes as ones that had seen death far too many times for one life; Ciel could see they matched his own. The men were sent by Undertaker that morning to collect the remains and make sure they were transported to the burial site in a timely and efficient manner as the service started at noon sharp. Ciel popped open his silver pocket watch and gave a slight "tsk" as he noticed it was already half eleven.

"We should be going, Sebastian." Ciel sighed, snapping the watch closed and shoving it back into his pocket. "The service starts at noon and I don't want to be late."

The elegantly tall man dressed in black beside him remained silent but Ciel could see an affirmative glint in his crimson eyes. The two males disappeared into the darkness of the shrubs they'd been hiding behind.

XXXX

Ciel had lost count of how many funerals he had attended over his lifetime but he could guess that it was far more than any normal human was forced to experience. He had not been present for his precious parents' burial but even so, the list had to be miles long by this point. Humans were so fragile and their lives so pathetically short in comparison to other creatures which inhabited their plain, Ciel felt a soft throb where his heart once beat and he recalled that he too used to be one of those fragile humans that had to fret over every bruise and be anxious over every fever.

"The service is about to start, Young Master." The familiarity of that voice shook Ciel from his thoughts. "We should sit in the back."

Ciel nodded his agreement and the two slipped in through the church doors unnoticed, taking the last two seats available seats in the very back of the stuffy chapel. It was the middle of summer and the July heat bore down upon the tiny stone church with a vengeance, almost as if it were attempting to boil the attendees alive. Temperature didn't bother Ciel much these days as his body had learned to regulate its internal heating and cooling without any outside elements. Still, he could tell the heat must have been nearly unbearable for the humans as they shifted uncomfortably in the wooden pews and fanned themselves obnoxiously with large feathered fans.

"The heat certainly is awful today." A middle aged woman complained in the next row. She fanned her damp face with sapphire peacock feathers and sighed in frustration. "Lady Elizabeth couldn't have passed on a worse day. I hope this heat doesn't affect the corpse, she was such a beautiful woman, even with her age and illness."

"Don't be morbid, Amelia." The woman's husband hissed.

Ciel's visible eye narrowed at the back of the woman's blonde head as she sighed and took to fanning herself again. He had seen this particular woman in Elizabeth's presence many times over the years. She was her seamstress and had always spoken to Elizabeth with the utmost respect and admiration. However, Ciel could hear the underlying jealous seeping into the seamstress' tone.

Ciel turned away from the woman and locked gazes with the pastor as he approached the podium and began the sermon. It was quick and to the point, exactly how Elizabeth would have wanted it. The priest made mention of Elizabeth's great management of the Funtom company after her cousin's abrupt disappearance. He praised her devotion to the charities she supported through Funtom and how she had given her entire life to running the company, so much so that she had never taken a husband or mothered any children of her own. Elizabeth was succeeded only by a handful of servants and an elderly sheep dog that she kept as her only companion in her final years. When all was said and done, the priest led the entirety of the service out about a mile to a secluded patch of green where a hole had already been dug and the sleek black box had been lowered inside. With a few more standard prayers, the hole was filled and the group of gatherers slowly drifted away with talk of fancy dinners and inheritances.

Ciel was left at the grave site, the sun beginning to set and blanketing the area in a soft pink hue. Ciel stared hard at the engraved stone and sucked in a soft breath, knowing that Sebastian's fine ears had heard.

"She lived a long life." Ciel finally said. "Do you think…do you think it was a happy one, though?"

Sebastian gave his master a sidelong glance before shrugging. "Lady Elizabeth was always very difficult to read but I can only assume she did." It was all he could offer his little master in terms of solace. He never cared much for the squealing child that always seemed to pop up at the most inopportune moments. He did have to admit that the young girl had grown into quite the matured woman. Still, he hadn't cared enough to monitor her the way Ciel had; visiting her once a day and watching for hours at a time on some occasions.

"Elizabeth took over my company after I…left. She was so young and inexperienced, so much responsibility was forced onto her. Do you think she resented me for it?" Ciel asked, his voice calm and sounding only mildly curious.

"I don't believe she did, Young Master." Sebastian answered firmly. "Lady Elizabeth adored you and would have done anything if it pleased you. I rather think she was overjoyed to have been chosen to take over the company after your departure. She was determined to make you proud."

"She never married or had any children though."

Sebastian nodded. "I believe that was by Lady Elizabeth's own choice and had nothing to do with her responsibilities to Funtom. If you recall, Young Master, Lady Elizabeth had countless suitors approach her concerning marriage over the years but she turned every one of them away."

Ciel gave a sardonic smirk and placed a soft white rose down upon the fresh dirt. "Perhaps that too was my fault. She could not find happiness with another man because she was always secretly hoping that I would return to her."

"That is possible." Sebastian did not deny this.

Ciel brushed his fingers over the smooth surface of the stone that had been handcrafted by Undertaker at his request.

Ciel brushed his fingers over the smooth surface of the stone that had been handcrafted by Undertaker at his request; he had to admit it was some of the shinigami's finest work, a finely polished slab of marble with intricate winding gold embellishments dancing over its surface and crafting its way around the softly carved wording. Ciel just knew that Elizabeth would have approved of such an elegant stone for her grave.

"It was a quick and peaceful death." Sebastian murmured to his little lord. "The coroner said it was of natural causes and that she slipped away in her sleep." His gaze fell upon the young boy beside him in a questioning manner. Despite having spent many years with his young master, Sebastian could never quite understand how the boy had not come to part with his human morals.

Ciel's eyes shifted to meet Sebastian's and the two were locked in each other's intense stare, neither willing to be the first to submit. It didn't take long before Sebastian leaned down and captured the boy's mouth in a tender kiss that surprised even Ciel.

Ciel felt the demon's fingers crawl up his arm in an elegant slither, like that of a snake making its way to its prey. The gloved digits stroked their satin flesh over the adolescents soft cheek and Ciel pulled back with a gasp. He stared up into those ruby eyes and saw no remorse; he was never remorseful, of course.

Ciel frowned and gave the butler a biting reprimand. "Do you really think here is the most appropriate place for such acts of passion?"

Sebastian covered his smirking mouth with a single gloved hand. "My apologies, Young Master, you are most correct. It has just been so long since those eyes have not been focused upon that woman."

Ciel gave the butler a scolding look. "My eyes have always been focused on you, demon."

Sebastian gave another wiry smirk and allowed his fingers to stray into the boy's hair, sifting them through the fine softness of it. "You forget the hours upon hours you would leave me alone while you snuck away to that woman's house, watching her preform daily mundane tasks. It was most frustrating, Young Master." The butler's fingers tightened in the boy's hair and he gave an irked hiss at the sudden sharp pain.

"Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Sebastian?" Ceil jested snidely as he felt the fingers tightened even more. "How unbecoming of a butler, being jealous of whom his master spends his time with."

"Yes, as a butler it is most unbecoming and even a deplorable emotion." Sebastian's lips curved into a sly smile. "But as a lover, it is only natural."

Ciel swallowed hard at that word and felt his pale cheeks heat with a warmth that he knew was easily visible to the demon who had him in his grasp. After so many years, Ciel's ears still had not become accustomed to that word, that word which always brought color to his cheeks and strong throb in his chest.

Sebastian gave a deep chuckle, releasing the boy's fine hair. "You are finally all mine." He whispered, knowing perfectly well that Ciel could hear the sultry words.

"Silly demon, I have always been yours."

Sebastian gave a swift lick of his rosy lips and leaned down, placing his mouth over his young master's, the two sharing a deep sweetness that had been long overdue.