Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). All rights belong to the author, Yana Toboso. I am merely using her characters and story for entertainment.


Ciel didn't understand his butler at all. He knew that he was a demon and that he sometimes became very hungry; what concerned him was how he appeased his hunger. When he wasn't dusting, doing the dishes, or doling out orders, he could be found hovering around his master, eyes wide and fiery, and leaning down at intervals as though to sniff him. This action provoked a number of thoughts to enter the young boy's mind: did his soul have a scent? Was it that irresistible?

Some part of him felt smug satisfaction at having this demon so utterly captivated by him. For the most part, he felt disgusted. Even he didn't act so perverted when he was around his dinner.

As he went to bite into his rather large slice of strawberry shortcake, he felt something brush his shoulder, and he jumped, nearly choking on a strawberry. "S-Sebastian!"

He could just picture that wide, revolting grin on the demon's face. Filthy scoundrel. "I'm terribly sorry, sir," he cooed. "Your soul was just so enticing at the moment that I couldn't help myself."

The color drained from his face and he cleared his throat, pretending that the absurd sentiment hadn't disturbed him in the least.

Another time this happened was when he was being put to bed by him. The demon tucked the sheets closely about him, and when he was done, leaned over in such a way as to suggest something unspeakable. His eyes glowed and his mouth twitched. The boy hid under the covers, hoping the demon couldn't sense his fear. "If you're that hungry, why don't you go and feast on some poor unfortunate soul down in the East End? I'm sure they'd be willing."

The demon's voice was amused and dreamy as he said, "Oh, but sir, I couldn't! That would only spoil my appetite, you see?"

He flinched, pulling the covers closer to him, as though they would protect him from the Evil One. Still, he pressed on. "It must make it harder for you to keep sniffing your prey like that, knowing you can't have it till much later."

The demon stood and took the candelabrum from the top of the side table and blew it out, as he always did, leaving only the moon as a source of light for the boy. "Yes, that's true," he agreed in a most amiable manner. "It only brings me agony and drives me completely mad. So why do I continue to do it?"

Did he expect him to answer this question? If so, he didn't know how.

"Well, no matter..." The demon bent over him in the darkness and he fervently wished that he would leave. "The moon and stars are out; it is time for the young Master to sleep. Rest assured, I desire only you, my Lord."

No, he didn't understand it and he hoped he never would.


A/N: Coincidentally, I was very hungry while writing this.