Buzz

"Dammit. There goes another one." Ciel dropped the broken pen in the waste basket. Sebastian came in with high tea, though neither of them ate or drank anything, old habits die hard and Ciel had decided to humor him, for now. "Sebastian."

"Yes, My Lord?"

"Be sure to order another box of pens." Sebastian smirked.

"Honestly Young Master, if you would just allow me to…" Ciel cut him off.

"I do not need help with such a menial task." Sebastian feigned shock.

"Of course not! I was merely suggesting you allow me to teach you to restrain yourself." Ciel had been a demon for three days and was still adjusting to his new abilities. His new found speed and strength hindered his ability to do mere paperwork far more than Ciel would admit. He sighed.

"Not now, I'm done for the day. Is everything prepared?"

"Yes. Our departure is set for the 26th, one week from now."

"Good, that is all then. You are dismissed."

"Yes, My Lord." Sebastian bowed and exited. Just before the door shut with a soft thud, a fly found its way into Ciel's study. Despite telling Sebastian he was done, Ciel had returned to his paperwork. In between breaking his pens, which happened every few minutes, the work flew by. That was, until… BUZZ, SNAP.

"Dammit." Ciel looked up to see the nuisance flying just above his head. He grabbed his nearest weapon, another pen, and threw it. It missed by several inches and impaled itself in the ceiling. "Dammit! I'm going to kill you." He gave the fly the most murderous glare he could muster, a truly terrifying thing had a human been there, until the fly buzzed off in the direction of his door. "Oh no you don't! You will not escape death." He leaped from his chair in the direction of the fly, once again missing and landing head first in the door, denting it a little. Speed and strength now came naturally to Ciel, but in the process, he had lost his ability to be delicate and precise. Hence the wastebasket full of broken pens. The fly moved towards the window, then the wall, then the window again as Ciel leapt about the small room, following it, and knocking over lamps, vases, and even the desk. This continued until Sebastian came in.

"My, my, Young Master. What have we here." Ciel was clinging to the topmost shelves of his bookcase. He had a rather manic look as he stared around, searching for his prey. When he did not see or hear it, he relaxed, and climbed down. "What a terrible mess! What could have caused such a thing from my Master?"

"A fly, but I think I…" BUZZ. "DAMMIT!"