Hi guys
This is my first ever fanfic... Please review :)
Gets more interesting soon. This is just setting the scene really. :)
"My Lord, it is time for you to wake up." Ciel gave a muffled moan before rolling over and returning to sleep.
"My Lord, if you do not wake up, I shall stop all your sweets for a week." That did it. Ciel sat up straight with a bang, his mismatched eyes glaring furiously at the black-clad butler. Sebastian ignored him and unveiled a platter filled with steaming food. "For breakfast today My Lord we have a lightly poached salmon fillet with a balsamic salad, or a french toast with a side of English scones with jam. For tea this morning we have a milky Darjeeling or a lightly spiced Chai tea. Which would you prefer, Young Master?" The butler inquired.
"I would prefer the scones, Sebastian, and the Darjeeling please. You know I detest Chai tea." The butler handed him the items in question before fetching his clothes for the day from the dresser. As Sebastian was putting the Ciel's socks on his feet he began going over the schedule for the day. "At 9 o'clock, you have a violin lesson with Ms. Dufort," He smirked as Ciel pulled a distasteful face before continuing "At 10.30 you have a business meeting with the Pierten Tea Company to discuss investing in a tea salon. And finally, at 2' o clock Lady Elizabeth is coming to visit the manor." Ciel's teacup hit the ground with a smash, sending fragments of fine china and droplets of boiling tea all over the floor. "Wh-What! Elizabeth? Here?! Why?" He demanded.
"I suppose she is deciding what to get you for presents, Young Master." Sebastian replied thoughtfully.
"Presents? It's nowhere near Christmas!" The young Earl complained. Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise.
"Young Master, surely you have heard of the Christmas tradition where people give their love a present every day leading up to Christmas?" Sebastian explained. "No, and anyway, I don't even like Elizabeth. You know that." He looked up to see Sebastian smirking at him, and a thought occurred to Ciel. "Who are you going to give presents to, Sebastian." He watched the smirk fade slightly from Sebastian's face.
"You know I won't give presents to anyone. I do not love. Demons do not love." He muttered, then turned away. "I have work to do, master." He walked stiffly out of the room, and Ciel sighed. It was worth a try. He tied his eye patch over his Contract mark before walking down the hallway and into his music room, where he picked up his violin before slowly, haltingly, playing through his warm up exercises. His violin teacher helped him through, though she was constantly wincing as he produced high pitched, screechy notes. All in all, he was happy when the lesson came to an end.
He was scarcely allowed to rest however, as Sebastian whisked him straight into the dining hall where he spent a good 2 and a half hours talking over a proposed investment into a tea salon, and then went to the library to wait for Elizabeth. He had barely sat down before a small pink whirlwind barreled through the door and threw itself on Ciel. "Cieeeeeeel!" Lizzie yelled, and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry I didn't send a message earlier, but I wanted to talk about throwing you a birthday party. Ciel internally face palmed, but smiled and said "Lizzy, my birthday is ages away; there's no need to even think about it yet. How about we have a picnic instead." Lizzie's face lit up, and Ciel knew he'd hit the mark.
"I'd love that Ciel. Let's go." and she whirled back out the door with Ciel in tow. They were soon seated in a small clearing, on a pristine white picnic rug, Sebastian sitting to his left unpacking the food. "Today for afternoon tea we have a lightly spiced raspberry compote with yogurt and a Devil's Cake topped with strawberries. The food was quickly devoured, and before they knew it, they were back at the manor, and Ciel was waving goodbye to Lizzie's carriage. Oddly enough, the young Earl found he had rather enjoyed his afternoon, although he was loath to admit it. After dinner, he went up to his room and practiced his hated violin. And, as he was getting ready for bed, Sebastian smirked and said "You're tired, Bocchan." "No, I'm n-no-noot... Ciel was asleep. Sebastian tucked the duvet round him and said "Good night, young master." And he left Ciel to sleep. He'd earned it.