A/N: Nice short story, and without warnngs for a change! Unfortunately, I have to do twice the disclaimers than usual: I DON'T OWN KUROSHITSUJI NOR HAKUNA MATATA.
"Ciel!"
Sohma Asman Kadhar, Prince of Bengal, the seventeenth child of the maharaja burst through the door to the study of Earl Ciel Phantomhive. The earl put away the letter he currently was reading, letting out an annoyed huff. "Sohma, I believe I told you not to interrupt me when I'm working." he frowned at the stupidly grinning prince. "Didn't I tell you not to interrupt me at all?" he grumbled out under his breath returning to the letter. Suddenly the paper was snatched from his hands by the prince. "Hey! Give it back!" Ciel yelled at Sohma trying to get his document back. The purple headed teen held the letter up above his head so the shorter boy couldn't reach it shaking his head from side to side. "Listen, Sohma…" Ciel growled in irritation, but he was cut off by the unusually serious prince. "No, Ciel. Now YOU listen to me. You've been working for already two and half weeks without getting a break at all. You barely got out of this mansion for already a month. When was the last time you went outdoors to get some fresh air? You just worry too much! Don't you think that sometimes you should forget about everything and just have fun?"
-"No, I don't think so." Ciel answered icily still trying to get the letter by standing on his tiptoes. "And how exactly you know about my schedule? Are you a stalker or something?" he added. "Sebastian told me." Sohma answered calmly still keeping the letter out of Ciel's reach."That demon..." Ciel thought. He then said out loud trying to be patient "Sohma, it's none of your business what I'm doing. After all it's my life and health, not yours. Now please give me the letter and leave."
-"Oh no." the prince replied. "I'm not going to leave until I'll show you my attitude to life." Ciel figured out that it's useless to object so he just muttered something about falling behind schedule and returned to sit in his throne-like chair. "Go on" he sighed at the enthusiastic prince and prepared himself for a major migraine.
Sohma nodded then called "Agni! Come here!" and after a few seconds a tanned face peeked through the door. "You called, my prince?" the faitful Indian butler asked. "Yes, Agni. Now please assist me in showing Ciel my attitude to life." Agni nodded then entered into the room and stood beside his prince. Suddenly African-like music filled the room and Sohma said "Hakuna matata. What a wonderful phrase!" Agni immediately added "Hakuna matata. Ain't no passing craze!" Ciel tried to interrupt "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he asked, but he was ignored as Agni and Sohma moved closer to him. "It means no worries, for the rest of your days" Sohma sang. "It's our problem free~!" They both sang and Sohma threw a hand around Ciel's shoulders "Philosophy~!" Agni threw his hand around Ciel's shoulders too. "Hakuna matata!" They sang loudly. Then they started to blabber some nonsense Ciel didn't understand at all: something about mottos, warthogs and savannahs. "Sebastian! Come here at once!" Ciel called out in panic. "You called, young master?" the raven headed butler appeared in the door frame immediately. "Sebastian, this s an order: kick those creeps out!"
-"Yes, my lord." The demon bowed before grabbing the still singing Indians who didn't pay him any attention by the collar and dragging them out of the manor.
"Phew…" Ciel breathed out in relief. He shook his head at the childish and careless behavior of the prince and returned to his paperwork.