When Ciel Phantomhive was bored, he would notice things for Sebastian to do. Things like the rug being crumpled, or that his desk was messy. When Ciel Phantomhive was bored, Sebastian Michaelis had his work cut out for him.
Today, Ciel was not bored. Actually he was rather interested in the letter that was directly in front of him. The Queen's seal was marked into the wax, so Ciel knew it would the letter would contain a new case for the Queen guard dog to sink his teeth into. Sebastian entered the room briefly to give him his tea and cakes, then left his master to it.
Ciel opened the letter.
Ciel Phantomhive,
The Queen makes it part of your duty to only help with cases that are affecting the public of London. This case, although, is personal matter to her highness, and she would like to ensure that no word of this will get out.
Two weeks ago, the Queen's cat gave birth to a kitten of the highest breeding. Two days ago, the kitten was kidnapped from the palace by a man all in black, and the Queen wishes for your assistance in finding them.
Sincerely,
The office of her royal highness.
Ciel gave this a long thought. He wanted to think that the stupid kittens were just lost somewhere, but then there was the part about the man in black. He took a bite of his cake.
"Urgh!" Then he spat it out again. There was a long, black hair stuck in cakes white icing. Now that he noticed, there were several hairs floating in his tea as well. Tea was a matter close to Ciel's little heart, so he yelled for Sebastian. Not yelled, but YELLED.
"SEBASTIAN!" Yelled Ciel. Although his butler rarely - if ever - made mistakes, when he did, Ciel made sure that Sebastian got his face rubbed in them. Sometimes literally. As Sebastian entered, Ciel grabbed his butlers hair, and pulled Sebastian's face downwards into the earl grey tea. Sebastian let himself be pulled about by the funny little earl, and after Ciel let go of him, he raised his head from the teapot. Tea ran down his neck, and drips were already sliding down from his sleek hair. His face was unreadable. His smile was smothered, like he was going to laugh, while his eyes had a expression of cold fury.
"I take it the tea was not to your liking, my lord?" Sebastian asked. Ciel was fuming.
"No it was not! Your stupid hair was floating around in it! It was in the cake as well!" Ciel's normally pale face was tomato coloured.
"My apologies, my lord. I shall return with better quality refreshments." Sebastian left. Ciel sat back down, and picked up the letter, which was slightly damp from the drowning ceremony in the teapot.
Now to find that kitten . . .