"This is a stupid game" Ciel pushed the laptop away on his desk and sat scowling at the wood-paneled walls of his office.

"It's only Solitaire" Sebastian said condescendingly as he expertly poured Ciel's tea.

"Yes, but this contraption has rigged it to its advantage" Ciel sipped his tea loudly and continued to scowl. The laptop was a gift from one of Ciel's many associates in America, given to him with the prospect of his company possibly branching into PC games. So far Ciel had done nothing but play Solitaire.

"If your having trouble with this new computer I could help you" Sebastian suggested. Ciel glared at him, despite being older than him by an eternity Ciel still resented it when Sebastian acted superior. Out of curiosity Ciel handed Sebastian the laptop anyway. With pianist fingers Sebastian typed away at the keys eventually stopping to scroll and smile amusedly.

"What are you doing?" Ciel snapped.

"Perhaps you should write a fan fiction on one of these websites." Sebastian handed the laptop back to Ciel and laughed as his eyes narrowed to inspect the screen.

"What...What is a fan fiction?" Ciel cautiously scrolled down the page.

"Fiction written by a fan in honor of whatever they happen to be a fan of." Sebastian picked up the tray he'd brought the tea on and walked toward the entrance to the room.

"I'm interested to see what you come up with." He said slamming the door behind him.

Once Ciel navigated the website and discovered how to post on the site he sat staring a the blank screen wondering what he was supposed to be writing.

"I'm not a fan of anything" He said out loud, only to continue to stare at the screen. Sebastian had, after all, basically issued a challenge.

His chat window pinged and a text appeared accompanied by a circular profile of Grell's ridiculous face.

GS: Have you finally discovered the internet boy genius?
CP: How did you find me on here?
GS: Well obviously I looked you up...it's not that hard you know.
CP: How do I make you go away?

Ciel searched the screen frantically for some sort of refuse button and found nothing. The chat pinged again.

GS: WHY WOULD YOU EVER WANT TO GET RID OF ME?! But regardless I could care less if you discovered the 21st century, has that delicious butler of yours gotten a Gmail? Snap Chat? Skype?
CP: I have no idea what you're talking about...
GS: Of course you don't. -_-
GS: Why do all the gorgeous men flock to you instead of me?
CP: I still have no idea what you're talking about.
GS: Must you always pretend to be so innocent, honestly...
CP: Grell, do you know what a fan fiction is?
GS: Oh do I! ;)
CP: Sebastian has suggested I write one.
GS: I could write the butler a fabulous fan fiction! I would be the damsel in distress and he would be the brave knight rescuing me from most certain death!
CP: Grell...
GS: And then after rescuing me he would take me away to a romantic castle where we would...
CP: GRELL!
GS: Am I making you uncomfortable? So sorry :]
CP: Are you going to help me or not?!
GS: Oh, yeah i'll help. Write something like this. randomness

Ciel clicked on the link and a fan fiction about Harry Potter appeared. Within a few minutes of reading Ciel realized that Grell was more deeply disturbed than he had previously guessed. The chat pinged persistently.

GS: So what do you think?
CP: I CAN"T WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS!
GS: You might want to calm down Ciel. It's really not that big of a deal. You can write fan fiction about anything.
CP: Anything?
GS: Yes, anything.
CP: That really hasn't helped narrow down my choices.
GS: Are you always this ungrateful, or am I just now noticing?