Disclaimer: I do not own any character used in piece of writing. They all belong to Yana Toboso, author of Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji.
"And another thing, you really should..." Alois said, sitting on Ciel's desk, giving 'house decorating' advice, as he called it. But Ciel wasn't listening. He wasn't even pretending to listen. He was to busy focusing on the sheets in front of him, full of numbers and factory accident reports. He didn't know why he had to respond to the accidents, but it was probably due to the fact he did own most of the factories. And due to previous failures to respond to the death of Tiny Tim number whatever, Sebastian had sat him down at his desk, provided some snacks, and told Ciel to figure out who need compensation or else.
Of course, Alois hadn't arrived at that time. And when he did, Sebastian had whisked Claude away to do some 'compensating' of their own. The two bastards. Alois, not wanting to interact with Ciel's servants, had latched onto Ciel, until, to quote the Trancy himself, 'Claude got tired of fucking your butler.' Ciel wasn't pleased by the fact that A. Sebastian was apparently on the bottom and B. that he had to entertain Alois himself. But no matter; Alois meant he could focus more on the sheets in front of him.
"And you really are getting fat, you know?" That made Ciel listen. Or at least put down his pen and turn to Alois.
"Excuse me?" He asked, "Did you just say I'm fat?"
"Yes, of course I did," Alois said, one leg up on Ciel's desk, "because, really, you are. Look at you, you're all pudgy."
"That is puppy fat," Ciel replied, turning back to the sheet. Let's see...Violet Cook...
"Excatly. Puppy fat."
Eight years old...
"You could really stand to lose a few pounds. Just one or two."
Killed after being caught in a machine...
"Because you are so bloody plump."
"Get out!" Ciel screeched, pulling Alois of his desk to the floor. He didn't know he was that strong, "Get out of my room!" He yelled at the blonde boy on the floor. Alois stood up, frowned, and dusted off his shorts.
"All right. Christ, you didn't have to get so worked up about it," Alois said, turning to leave, "Stupid sensitive fat people," Ciel heard him mutter as he went off to annoy some other poor soul. Ciel sighed and slouched down in his chair, looking at his stomach. Alois was right, he did look a little... Pudgy, was it? But that was normal for his age, surely. Alois would've had some, Lizzy certainly did... But not as much as he did. He pinched it a little, wondering what to do with it. He could probably stand to lose a little weight, not much, just enough to get rid of his gut. But how much did he actually weigh? He wasn't sure, as he hadn't checked in a long time and neither did Sebastian. He thought he once saw some scales in the bathroom, or the one Mey Rin used to bathe, at any rate. He sigh, got up from he desk and slipped away to the servant's bathroom.
He hadn't been in there much, or at all. He certainly couldn't remember if he had. After rooting around for a bit, he found the scales, laid them out, and stripped himself of most of his clothes, leaving his underwear on. He checked what the scale weighed in - pounds and only pounds - and stepped on it. He watched as the number spun for a bit, before settling on a weight. 108 pounds. That's not so bad, is it? he wondered, not noticing the door opening behind him.
"M-Master?" Ciel turned towards the door, seeing a surprised orange haired boy standing there, "Why are you in here?"
"It's the only place with a weighing scale, isn't it?" He half asked, half stated, folding his arms as he did so, "I was thinking about losing some weight, if you must know."
"You were?" For some reason, Finny looked slightly more cheerful, if such a thing was possible, "I am too! Hey, maybe we can go in a diet together?" He suggested.
Ciel considered this, before nodding slowly. "Yes... I suppose we could do that."
"Great!" Finny said, before running from the room. He paused at the doorway. "We'll weigh each other on Saturday. That sound like a plan?"
"Yes, it does." Finny nodded, then ran back to the gardens, evidently forgetting what his original purpose was. Ciel sighed, and started to redress himself, picking up his shirt from the floor. Now, how did neckties work?
A/N: Sorry for the bad ending, I never know how to do those. I'm not entirely sure if scales of that type even existed back then, but I need it for the plot to work. Acceptable breaks from reality, right? Anyway, the later chapter may have OOC happening and may be triggering for some people. I apologise in advance for that.