Here we go. I've never once completed a full story because either it was beginning to become a cliché or it just got boring, but I intend to keep following with this because I'm sure there will be some readers who'd love to kill me if I randomly abandoned a good story XD I'll try my best. It would help immensely to have encouragement. I'd definitely appreciate that greatly and also suggestions for future chapters and, of course, ideas to make my writing ten times better.

Warning: This is a random story. Some paragraphs will be completely different from the others. That's just how I roll sometimes 3

I claim…absolutely nothing. I wish I did. I'd make Sebastian and Ciel do naughty things.

Please enjoy the story, everyone! And remember, ideas = sooner of future chapters!! J

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The sweet, chocolate icing melted on my tongue like any hot icing should. I never knew hot icing was this delicious. Sebastian had said that with the sudden cold front, hot icing over a warm layer of soft cake would do the trick with any sort of depression and fatigue. The only problem with the pastry was that it was small. So, Sebastian had to make three of these to just fill up a small white platter. I have to admit, I really wish he'd made more. The chocolate icing was rich and dark while the cake was light and filling with various sorts of sweet spices. The Earl Grey tea he'd prepared for me had a touch of cinnamon with a small pinch of milk and that too, melted on my tongue.

"Sebastian, I want you to teach me how to play the Devil's Trill." I say, my voice demanding rather than suggesting. My butler sighs yet again, adjusting the glasses so they fit comfortably on the bridge of his nose, "Again, young master. That is the second time you've interrupted the lesson. How else are we supposed to make sure you're properly educated if you keep interrupting?" I close the book, thus having my butler witness my sudden lack of interest in the history of sacrifices given to God to assuage the all-mighty. What was the point in reading such nonsense when I didn't believe in this all-mighty? I glare at Sebastian as he taps the desk filled with books. He sighs and takes the glasses off, "Yes, my lord."

"Keep your wrist straight, young master. Here, like this," my butler encircles me with his own long arms. One plastered on the hand grasping the bow while the other holds my wrist as delicately as possible. He begins to move the arm that's holding the bow for me, my fingers playing the right notes, while the music fills the large room with the mocking laugh of the devil.

"Why do you love playing the Devil's Trill so much, young master?"

"...Maybe it's because the music sends electric jolts of pain through me. Telling myself that I'm still alive and ticking."

Like many nights, I wake sweating, screaming, sobbing, and tightly holding myself as much as I can, rocking back and forth. Larger arms suddenly wrap around my shaking frame, tightly caressing me, warm lips pressing against my wet cheeks. I don't know why, but I cry harder and tightly hold onto my butler's shirt, wanting desperately to rip the fabric off so I can smell the scent of his white shirt. His arms tighten around me as I tremble against him and that night, I found myself sleeping beside him so that the nightmares wouldn't come back. For once, I really needed to sleep that night.

How ironic it is to sleep with a demon that chases away my nightmares when a demon is the one causing those dreadful images.

For once, I want to try and tie my own shoes, but I'm embarrassed to say that I can't perform even the simplest as tying a shoelace. You try to hold back a chuckle at my desperate attempts, but you watch me, nonetheless, debating whether or not you should just get down on one knee and tie my shoes. After perhaps the 100th time trying, I give up and fall on my bed, giving you the permission to please tie the stubborn laces. You finally let out that chuckle and tie my shoes. What's the point in even trying, I think to myself. "I find it to be quite amusing to see you get so frustrated over a shoelace when you look so calm when having a pile of documents set in front of you, my lord." You chuckle again and I simple tell you to get out or at least find the decency to just tie my shoes in silence. You bow diligently and I rise to my feet, staring down at you.