Disclaimer: I am not Toboso-sensei, therefore I do not own "Kuroshitsuji" or anything related to this manga and anime.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here, other than this fic just came to mind while I was re-watching the whole series . . . again.
"Blue Tornado of Souls"
-Prologue-
A boy with upsdell-red orbs stares blankly at the documents before him. He sighs gloomily, shifting his weight on the Victorian chair. He twirls the pen between his index and middle finger, indicating that the young man is bored. The boy frowns in distaste, not really fond of doing paperwork. He'd rather be a 'commoner' than an Earl if this is what he's going to be doing for his entire life. He hates it.
Arising from his seat, a knock comes from behind the door. His eyes twinkle with a bit of joy, knowing all too well that his favourite butler in the household would accompany him so. The boy sits back down, too eager for his personality, and acts as if he's organising the papers on the wooden desk to convince his butler that he's doing his job properly.
"Bocchan," a muffled deep voice says from the door, "may I come in?"
"Of course, you can," the boy responds with a tint of delight. He tilts his head on one side, awaiting the other's arrival. When he catches himself upon doing so, the boy goes through the documents in faux interest, clearly not wanting his butler to assume that he is slacking off.
"Very well then," says the man on the other side, opening the door as he carries a silver tray containing food to his young master. He sets down the tray at the edge of the table, careful not to ruin the boy's 'work' as he offers him the contents. "For today's snack, you'll be having a chocolate cake made by the pâtissier in this household, and Earl Grey Tea."
"Thank you very much," the boy says in gratitude, smiling brightly at his butler. He takes the fork the azure-eyed butler is offering him and begins to eat his snack. "It's delicious," he exclaims in mild surprise after he had swallowed the food.
"Is that so, bocchan? I'm sure Canterbury-san will be delighted to hear that," the butler remarks in a deadpanned tone of voice.
"Sebastian."
"Sorry?" the azure-eyed male narrows his eyes in suspicion, once again carrying the tray securely to his chest.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me 'Sebastian', Ciel?" Sebastian questions with a disapproving frown, finishing the cake he is eating and slowly drinking his tea to relish on the taste.
"My apologies, Sebastian, but it is improper for a servant to address his or her master by their given name," Ciel replies coolly, bowing lowly as he announces his departure.
"What if I order you to address me by my given name, Ciel?" Sebastian asks with a quirk of his brow. He looks at the clock, standing up straight when he realises the time, and stares at Ciel with a light glare, "Shouldn't you've told me that it's time to leave?"
"I ask for forgiveness, bocchan," Ciel apologises half-heartedly, opening the door for his young master and standing at the side. "Then, we shall go . . ."
"Ah," Sebastian murmurs with a nod of acknowledgement. He passes by Ciel, stopping with his back turned to the glaucous-haired male by the door, a solemn expression plastered on his face. "As the Head of the Michaelis Corporation and the Queen's Right Hand, I have to attend this glamorous party, tonight."