Ever since that day...the day we signed a contract...all we've been was a Master and his butler. I never thought of him more than I should. I ordered him around. I even called him a bastard when he teased me. People asked me from the past if I felt something for him. Anything at all. And my reply was simple: No. Never. They were bloody bastards for even considering that. But those words were lies. Lies that I've kept inside my mind ever since.

"...Young Master, it is time to wake up," said a voice.

He stirred as he felt something shake his shoulder. It was a hand. A gloved hand was shaking his shoulder gently as Ciel Phantomhive slept. Drowsily, Ciel blinked his eyes open slightly. His vision at first was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly. But then his gaze cleared and he found himself staring at the butler. The butler's crimson eyes stared back and he stood up straight.

"Waking you this morning took longer than usual."

Without responding, Ciel sat up and rubbed the back of his head. As usual, his hair was messed up. But as soon as his butler fixed it, he would no longer look like a horrendous picture. His blue eyes were filled with nothing but exhaustion. Nothing new there. Sebastian knelt before Ciel as his cup of tea sat on the small table next to his bed. Ciel didn't even bother to take a sip from it. That's how much drowsiness was filled inside him. Sebastian began to undo the buttons on his night shirt as Ciel kept staring into space.

"Are you awake, bocchan?"

"Yes." Ciel snapped back to reality and looked down at the butler. "Why would you ask such a silly question?"

Sebastian pulled the night shirt over his Master's head and slipped a new shirt on. Ciel was staring into space again as Sebastian continued to dress him in the same speed as usual. Several thoughts entered the butler's mind as he began to wonder what it could be that distracted his young Master's mind. Finally he began to put Ciel's shoes on carefully and stood up when he was done. By that time, Ciel had snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Sebastian. The hot tea on the table had now cooled and the butler knew Ciel wouldn't even touch it. He sighed and walked towards the door.

"Sebastian," mumbled Ciel as he rubbed his eyes again. "Do you have anything planned?"

"You have paperwork to do, my Lord," replied Sebastian as a smirk formed across his face.

A scowl escaped his mouth as Ciel laid on his back; closing his eyes. This was truly going to be a boring day to Ciel.


A sigh escaped Ciel's mouth as he looked down at the remaining paperwork that needed to be completed by the end of the day. So much work. So much time he had spent in his study. He wanted to do something interesting.

"Bored, kid?"

Ciel looked up from the paperwork on his desk and in front of him. Right there stood a red-headed reaper. Grell Sutcliffe. Ciel narrowed his eyes. "How'd you get in?" he demanded.

"That's not important." Grell grinned and walked up to Ciel's desk. "If you're bored, I have a game we could play."

Ciel looked away. Would he really play a game with this grim reaper? Depended on what the game was exactly. Finally he looked into the reapers eyes.

"What game?"

"It's a game of something involving dares. As in, an order pretty much." Grell smiled. "And we get to 'dare' each other to do things, no matter what the dare is. If one does not do his dare…" Grell pulled out his death scythe. "They will die."

It took Ciel a moment to think about it. Would he really sacrifice his life for this game? Yeah, he would. There was no possible way a dare could be that bad.

"Fine."

"Yes!" Grell took out a pen and paper; ripping it in half. "Now, you write down a few dares, and I'll write down some. We'll put them all in your hat and pick from it. The dare we get is the one we must do—no matter what it is."

"Fine…fine…whatever." Ciel took the piece of paper and began writing down random things for the reaper to do:

Jump off a cliff…


Go die in a ditch


Kill yourself

Leave me alone

Finally they finished writing down dares and put them all inside Ciel's hat. What did this reaper put in…? Hopefully nothing to ruin his reputation as the Earl Phantomhive. Grell shook the hat; mixing the papers and lowered it to Ciel.

"You first."

Ciel reached in a grabbed a piece of paper. Hearts were drawn all over it. This piece of paper looked like Grell wanted it. Why were there so many bloody hearts? He unfolded the paper only to hear Grell gasp.

"That's the slip I wanted you brat!" whined Grell as he began to throw a tantrum. "Why do you get everything!"

Ignoring his complaints, Ciel read what the reaper wrote:

Kiss Sebas-chan!

Ciel dropped the slip of paper and stared at the wall. Kiss Sebastian. His own butler! Ciel felt his cheeks burn red at the thought of his lips pressing against Sebastian's.

"Well…it's a dare!" pouted Grell as he crossed his arms. "You have to go kiss Sebas-chan!"

"I-I'm not going to," mumbled Ciel as he turned away.

"You said you would! No matter what it was!" whined Grell.

"I said I wasn't going to—" snapped Ciel before Grell interrupted him.

"I thought you weren't the type to be a loser at games," muttered Grell. "This is like a child's game. But you lost so easily—"

"I'll do it!"

Ciel slammed his hands on the table as he stood up. This was just a dare. Nothing more! But Ciel felt strange as he walked out of the room to find his butler. Why did he feel…a sudden eagerness? Why did he feel slightly worried? He spotted Sebastian down the hall walking in Ciel's direction. His butler's red eyes gazed into his.

"Young Master? What's the matter—"

"Shut up!" snapped Ciel as he grabbed Sebastian's tie and pulled him down; kissing him instantly. At first Ciel had kissed him slowly, but then he became rougher. After a few seconds of kissing his butler, he suddenly realized what he was doing and let go of his tie; turning away and running back to his study as his cheeks burned red. What did he do? What did Sebastian think of him now? He began to blush more as he thought of it. But why did he kiss Sebastian for so long? Why not a small kiss on the lips?