Ciel woke from his sleep. It was unusual for his butler not to be at his side at this hour to serve him his usual breakfast of fine english tea and scones.

"Se- Sebastian?" Ciel muttered groggily. "Sebastian?!" Still no reply. Ciel bolted upright, wincing as the sun light hit his eyes. "Sebastian! This is an order! Come to me immediately!" In his confusion, Ciel noticed the note on a silver tray with his usual tea and scone on his dresser as reached for his eyepatch. Ciel looked at it, puzzled

'Ciel,

I have left for the market to retrieve the choicest meat for your evening meal. I may not return till late. Please attend to your usual business and ask the other servants for help if necessary. I hope to be back shortly though I do expect some delay during the social season. Please forgive this mishap.

Your eternal butler,

Sebastian '

Ciel was shocked. Sebastian never left without permission! Let alone for at least half a day! But Ciel, the determined boy he was decided he would manage just fine with out his butler, as everyone accused him of not being able to do so.

Attempting to tie his eyepatch around his head, failing miserably at doing so, he simply positioned his hair over his right eye so no one would see the mark of the contract. He started to search for his clothing. Where did Sebastian put it? Even though he was a demon he couldn't make clothes appear out of thin air. He started thinking of the places Sebastian might put a 13 year old Earl's clothing.

Ciel looked in the various nooks and chests in his room. Nothing. Ten minutes had passed and he had still to find an article of his carefully tailored attire.

"Bloody hell Sebastian..." Ciel muttered in disdain. He walked over to the large doors of his bedroom, or so which he thought were the doors. To his surprise, there were rows of neatly folded and washed clothing sitting in tidy piles on shelves and pressed coats of velvet on hangers. Ciel stared at the closet. He hadn't really noticed where his clothes came from considering he was always woken by his butler who, at the time, was absent.

After his near half hour struggle, he finally managed to select and uncoordinatedly put on his outfit. His shirt was misbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and in a general sense, he looked as disheveled as though he had been tossed through the air into a pile of bushes. He glowered i the mirror with disgust. He wasn't even going to get started on where his comb probably was. He walked downstairs not caring if any of the servants saw him, he ate his scone as he walked down the stairs.

"Finnian! Mey-rin! Baldroy!" His voice echoed through the halls of the manor. "Where the hell is everyone?!" He called out, mostly to himself. Tanaka appeared out from behind a small indoor plant. "Tanaka." Ciel said firmly. "Where is everyone?"

"Ho, ho, ho..." Tanaka replied in a happy tone handing Ciel yet another note from Sebastian. This one wasn't for him though, this was to the servants. It was telling them of their day off. Ciel thrusted the note back at the steward and hit his head against the wall with frustration. Sebastian had left him completely to his own devices. No. He had taken his devices away. As an Earl, his servants were his devices. Now he had nothing but an empty manor and a house steward who really wasn't much help...