The Earl of Phantomhive sat with his afternoon tea having had finally gotten rid of that annoying Indian prince for the day. But even as much as he hated to admit it, Ciel Phantomhive was bored. Even Lau had left for a while to take care of some business that required his immediate attention. Ciel may be the Queen's Watchdog, but he was still a child.

Reluctantly, he got up from his desk chair and walked to the one of the multiple book shelves that lined the office. The boy skimmed the shelves half-heartedly looking for something to kill time. His eyes landed on a book that piqued his interest. Taking it, he opened it and raised an eyebrow; he hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. He was going to put it back but paused and rethought it.

'Actually, this may be interesting.'

He took the book back to his desk and started to flip through the pages, looking for what he wanted.


Sebastian came to pick up the tea set from his young master's tea and heard an irritated huff on the other side of the door. "Young master," he knocked. He took the silence as permission to enter and looked at his young master with amusement when he did. "Is everything alright, young master?" he asked with an amused smile still on the butler's face at how aggravated the boy looked.

"'Sebastian'."

"Yes, my lord?"

"No, that is where the problem lies," the young Earl looked up from the book in his hands, "the name." The smile on Sebastian's face was wiped clear and replaced with a perplexed expression. His eyes glanced at the book in the young boy's hands and a smirk snaked its way across his face. "Has it really gotten you this riled up?"

"Shut up."

He chuckled before going to pick up his tea cup. "Well, you gave me my name. Whether you were aware of its meaning or not was no fault of mine." His young master scoffed. Ciel had been looking through a name encyclopedia having been interested at finding out what the name of his devil butler meant. And he was not pleased. "Honestly, how can a devil be respected, and with awe no less," Ciel mumbled. Sebastian chuckled again. "Just because someone has a specific name it does not necessarily mean that the name's meaning applies to them," the devil flicked his eyes to his young master's face, "like yours for instance." Ciel snapped his head up, "What do you mean?"

"Come now, young master, being as fluent in French as you are, you should know what your name means." Ciel's glare deepened and he turned away, leaning in his chair with his arms crossed. "I'm well aware of what it means, but what does it have to do with me?"

"Well, you surrendered your soul to eternal damnation in exchange for our contract. Quite the opposite of where your soul especially could have gone, which your name sounds to suggest."

"Are you inferring that I was stupid in forming a contract?"

"Of course not, my lord, I am merely explaining how someone's name can have nothing to do with that person." Ciel kept quiet at his butler's words. The clink of the shifting teacup on its plate was the only sound as Sebastian bowed to excuse himself.

Ciel continued to glare at nothing in particular as his butler walked to the door. "However, young master, the name suits you better then you think," Sebastian looked over his shoulder as his hand rested on the doorknob, "Your goal is something that most would consider as out of their reach as the sky itself, but of course you see even the sky as something that is within your very grasp." The butler opened the door and walked through, closing the door quietly behind him.

The Earl smirked as his butler left. "Certainly, Sebastian, nothing is ever out of my reach."


Sebastian- Greek; meaning venerable, worthy of or commanding reverence

Ciel- French for sky or heaven