"Think Carefully… If you reject the faith even this once, the gates of paradise will forever be out of your reach"
"Do you really think that one among the faithful would sink as low as to summon someone like you?"
The Demon chuckled maniacally, eyes a glowing a bright magenta, staring at the small boy locked in a cage at his feet. Pentagram drawn on the floor with his own blood, he had indeed summoned a demon of the highest caliber to his side.
"I'll ask but once more; do you wish to form a contract with me?"
"I do!"
"Good morning, young master. It is time to wake up"
Each and every morning had begun with phrases similar to this. Sebastian walked to the curtains and abruptly opened them, letting the bright morning sun gleam through the skyscraper windows of Earl Phantomhive's quarters.
Ciel opened his miss-matched eyes to the harsh light of the sun. Looking at the clock, he decided he'd rather not fight about getting out of bed with his Butler. Previously, the covers had been rudely yanked from above him, effectively but abruptly forcing the Earl awake.
"Breakfast today consists of fried eggs with a side of bacon, toast, and a tea of your liking. I can also offer you any fruit juice you may desire, or a glass of fresh spring water."
"Tea." The young earl said, rather grumpily.
"Today, you have a meeting with the owner of your factory in the states. I believe he is from the state called Massachusetts, so you shouldn't be too bothered by his accent."
"Sebastian, don't joke about those things. Bard's accent irritates me enough even though he has picked up a bit of a British flare to it. I can't imagine how awful it would be for me to travel there."
Ciel was quite irked about the dreadful American accent. He couldn't see how they could bear to talk with such over pronounced 'R's. Surely his own mouth would grow tired of speaking from all the extra work it would have to do.
"Just bear with it for the time being, my lord." Sebastian said, sighing. His master was known for being disagreeable and stubborn. He walked over to Ciel's wardrobe and began to look through his clean, hand-tailored clothes for something suitable.
"Are these to your liking, master?" Sebastian asked, holding up his clothes.
"Yes, those will be fine." The 13-year-old replied, observing the outfit. Sebastian always had the best sense in style, even though he wore he same dull black butler's outfit every day. Ciel had seen him under dressed a few times; His shirt untucked and unbuttoned at the top, showing off a bit of his winter white skin. For some odd reason, it made shivers crawl up his spine every time he saw Sebastian's exposed chest.
Sebastian began dressing the small earl, beginning by unbuttoning his nightshirt delicately and pulling it up and over his heads. Then, his undergarments were shed, quickly be replaced with new ones.
Sebastian tenderly slipped the tight-fitting dress shirt on, buttoning every button with such graceful swiftness that could only be achieved by demonic perfection.
"Please stand up, my lord."
Ciel complied, his entire lower half on display for Sebastian. He had to admit, Ciel did look rather attractive. His body was maturing rapidly, muscles becoming stronger and more toned than ever. Sadly, he had yet to hit his growth spurt, remaining at a short 161cm. His legs were long and lanky, making up the majority of his body. Sebastian slipped the black fabric over Ciel's legs, observing the flawless winter white skin. His knees just peeked out from underneath his shorts, exposing his legs just enough to drive any girl mad. Sebastian slipped his brown socks over, and buckled the leather guarders. Then, he clipped the suspenders to Ciel's slender back, looping them to his torso and the front of his torso. Lastly came his shoes, complicated knee-high laced boots. Sebastian laced them perfectly in an instant. He rather liked how they hugged his master's slender legs so tightly.
Sebastian poured Ciel a cup of Earl Grey tea and handed it to Ciel, with a scone for good measure. "Breakfast will be ready in but a few minutes, my lord. You are welcome to come down when you are ready."
Ciel nodded and returned his teacup to the trey. At that, Sebastian bowed, his hand to his breast, and left. Ciel watched his butler's hips sway as he walked, his tailcoat swinging just a bit. He wouldn't admit it, but he found his butler very attractive. From his beautifully carved facial features to his slim, nimble body, Sebastian was a true masterpiece; his crimson eyes never failing to enchant Ciel with their beauty.
'No…' Ciel thought, trying to shake the odd feeling of attraction he had towards his butler. 'I can't have these emotions towards the being whom I promised my soul to.' The bluenett was thoroughly conflicted.
'So many things are wrong with a relationship with my male butler. Society today condemns homosexuals and homosexual relationships. If word were to spread, this would also be considered pedophilia and there is absolutely no explanation for that. Additionally, He is my butler. What a scandal it would be! No… I cannot show any interest in my servants.'
He refused to believe he was attracted to an older man. No - demon. The very demon meant to devour his entire soul once his revenge had been completed. A soulless beast could never feel the human emotion of love, even if it wanted to. Ciel could not fall in love with a demon. It was literally impossible, or so he thought…
"Mr. Morrill, I greatly appreciate your services in my new Funtom food factory in the states. Candy factory in the states." Ciel said, charming his own business associate, despite his youthful age
"Well, I am happy to work for the wonderful Funtom company. However, it seems as if the production machines are breaking down much more often than they should and I would like to request additional financial aid for repairs and replacements." The New Englander said in his heavy accent, much to the displeasure of Ciel.
"Yes I have been getting several of those complaints from various workers by letter from that particular candy factory. So let's say about 50,000 US dollars for starters, and then write if that doesn't take care of the problem."
"Thank you very much, Lord Phantomhive." The young factory manager said, shaking the even younger boy's hand. Truly, it was a bizarre sight to see; a university graduate shaking the hand of a very powerful thirteen-year-old boy.
"I have a carriage waiting outside for you. Have a nice day, Mr. Morrill."
The door shut as Mey-Rin led the young American out of the room. "Ugh…" Ciel groaned, laying his arms on his desk and his head on top, face down.
It had been quite a long day for the young Earl. Promptly after breakfast, his temporary tutor, Sebastian, had begun drilling him with French exercises. Occasionally he would earn a swift slap on the palms of his hands from the demon for an incorrect translation, followed by a cheeky smile from Sebastian.
His palms were screaming red by the end of French.
Next came dance, also to be taught by Sebastian (to Ciel's displeasure). Months and months of work had done nothing to rid the earl of his two left feet. The earl simply couldn't dance!
"My lord, you need to relax and do not tense your muscles. Let the movements flow from your muscles and onto the dance floor." Sebastian said, twirling him around teasingly.
"You're too tall, Sebastian!"
"Well why don't I simply get on my knees to make us even?"
Ciel didn't respond, but instead blushed as Sebastian knelt down; now eye level with Ciel. The younger crossed his arms, quite embarrassed. "Stand back up, Sebastian. You can't possibly dance properly like this."
Sebastian did as he was told, but then thought of another idea. "Master, stand on my feet as I lead you in this dance."
Ciel's eyes widened, but then he scowled at being treated like a child. "That is something a father would do to his daughter. You are by no means related to me, Sebastian and I am not a little girl" He said swiftly
"But does it not work?" The raven asked. "And I know for a fact you look simply ravishing in that little pink frilly dress of yours."
Ciel huffed, then reluctantly placed his tiny feet on Sebastian's larger ones. The music began from the record player in the corner and Sebastian began to dance. Ciel was enchanted by the fluidness of his butler's motions. Such perfection and grace could only be found in an entity. The smaller male looked up into crimson eyes with wonder as they spun in circles together
Sebastian couldn't help but enjoy the slight blush slowly creeping its way up his master's cheeks. He thought it was simply adorable. Soon enough, Ciel was dancing on his own subconsciously and Sebastian decided to have a bit of fun with his little master. He suddenly dipped Ciel low to the ground, receiving a very surprised gasp from the bluenett.
"Did you enjoy that, young master?" Sebastian asked in a seductive tone as he pulled Ciel to his own chest by the waist, lips mere inches apart.
Ciel looked away in embarrassment. He was indeed enjoying this - more than he would ever admit. He blushed hard as Sebastian whispered in his ear.
"Is that a blush I see, my love?"
"Who said I was your boyfriend?" Ciel snapped back, shocked at Sebastian's sudden approach. The raven simply continued to smile cheekily as a pillow his the side of his face
"Really master, resort to such childish actions as pillow throwing?" Sebastian sighed, fixing his hair. "Well, I suppose this brings an end to our dance lesson, and the rest of your lessons for the day. Dinner will be served in an hour, so I suggest you review this letter from the queen in your spare time.
"What is it about?" Ciel asked, holding his hand out for the envelope
"A woman named Amelia Dyer is suspected of 'Baby farming'; a money-making foster care technique where a woman would be paid a certain amount of money to the baby farmer to foster her 'invalid' child. However, instead of fostering the children, the baby farmer would kill the baby by starvation or other means and pocket the money. Amelia has been long under investigation of Scotland Yard, but to no avail. It is rumored she is under several aliases and is currently in hiding. She has been convicted twice of mental insanity and several times for drug and alcohol abuse. The queen wants you to put the murdering of these babies to an end and arrest Amelia Dryer."
"Well, this does indeed sound like a case fit for a Phantomhive. We shall begin investigations as soon as possible. What kind of twisted mind would kill innocent babies for a measly five pounds or so?"
"Actually, often a very prestigious noble family may pay up to seventy pounds if they want the secret to be contained. Quite a lot of money for someone so desperate."
"Yes, but that is still utterly disgusting. Nevertheless, I would like you to make a list of possible victims and interview them all about this Amelia Dyer, or whoever was the baby farmer. The tricky part will be finding all of her aliases."
"Of course, my lord. When would you like me to begin?"
"Hmm… Perhaps tomorrow morning whilst I am accompanying Elizabeth to the winter frost festival."
"As you wish, my lord." Sebastian said, bowing to his master.
At that, Ciel resumed his paperwork, slowly creating his own little work bubble.
-TBC-
Author's note: This is my first fanfic I'm actually going to post. Tihs will be multi-chapter and I suppose, very poorly edited. (I'm way too lazy to go and read over my clumsily scrawled sentences) so bear with me. Review please! I promise the chapters will be released in a steady flow. 3