Disclaimer: I own nothing used in this.

A/N: Madame Red might be OOC. I'm not sure. Sebastian certainly is, but that's for the uses of comedy and you shouldn't worry about it.

When Ciel was 11, he started getting… Curious. Being 11 and an only child, it was only natural that some of the questions he asked would be rather… Difficult to answer.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes, young master?"

"Where do babies come from?"

"Uhhh…"

Now, our Sebastian hadn't been dealing with humans for long at this point. So there were certain things he didn't know. How humans reproduced happened to be one of them.

So they called Madame Red.

One awkward conversation and three blushing faces later, Ciel went to his room to process the information he had just received. This gave Madame Red some time to chat with everyone's favorite butler.

"Sooooo… Is there any reason you couldn't have just told him that?" she inquired, fairly passive aggressively.

"Uhhh…"

"Uh huh. I see," she said. She had a look on her face that just screamed, you're a grown man and you didn't know that?

"Well… I didn't really have anyone to talk to me about this kind of thing when I was growing up."

The look on her face switched to something between you poor baby! And seriously? I never would have guessed.

He had to think quickly. He had never thought of a backstory for himself, but he had always pictured being a loveable cockney orphan. "Well my parents died in a factory fire when I was about three years old. I was raised by nuns in an orphanage. That… Type of thing isn't really something they discuss."

Madame Red stood, walked over to Sebastian, and wrapped her arms around him, shocking even that butler. "You poor man! Think of how much you've been through, and how far you've come! It's simply inspiring!"

"Um… Thank you."

Madame Red smirked. "If you ever want to test out what you learned today, I'll always be willing to help out!" With that she waved goodbye and left.

Sebastian wasn't sure what had just happened, but he felt like it wasn't something most humans experienced. And like he needed a shower.

A/N: Wooo, I made it past 200 words! *Festive horn blowing* This isn't my best story. At all. It started out as a really cute idea, but I kind of took it and run. I don't know. What do you think (Translation: Review with constructive criticism or love and praise)? But it's like... Bedtime. *Kissing noise* Goodnight everybody!