Ciel's diary

First entry

Late afternoon on a Tuesday night, Sebastian needed to organize the young master's room. Young master was doing an assignment for violin lessons. The demon butler went into Ciel Phantomhive's room with a messy bed and dust on the dressers. He sighed at the wrok to be done, and soon enough he got started. When the bed was finished, the nightstand needed dusting.

"Oh Master," he sighed to himself when the cleaning began. After dusting was organizing drawers. He opened the first drawer and noticed papers scattered on top of some books. He pulled them out, his red eyes glancing to a new book. It was the color of dark navy blue with silver lettering. Reminding Sebastian silver was the color to the angels then snorted. The curious butler lifted the book up with his gloved hands. Slowly he ran his fingertips over the silver lettering that printed "Ciel's, Private". Sebastian's lips curled to a smirk at the word "Private". The cover opened under his fingers ad read another cover page in neat writing, "This belongs to Ciel Phantomhive".

"Maybe you can practice writing your terrible German speaking in here," he muttered, sighing. He turned the page to more of Ciel's writing. "Cursive in a diary? No wonder it's been getting better." He grinned and read slyly to himself.

"Journal Entry Number One

Date October 03, 1883

What was the deal with my butler Sebastian today? He got too close to me when I was bathing in the tub the other day. The odd part was, my heart was beating rapidly to the point I needed him to get out…"

"His heart was beating fast because I was...there?" Sebastian tilted his head and continued to read.

I told him to move out of my way so I could dry myself. I stumbled with the towel around my slim waist. It came off with my cheeks then burning up into a heated red. I looked away from the demon. His red eyes looking into mine, nearing me. I pushed him off, my whole face burning up like a heated furnace. He didn't understand why I couldn't have him near me. I was naked. In the bathroom. With him. I then got up, wrapped the towel around me, and then disappeared to my clothing. I hadn't dressed myself in years because of Sebastian. He's been so good to me all these years in my time of need. I haven't thanked him yet I should. I mustn't. What would I be of a master then?

Sebastian's own cheeks were flooding up with red and heat, his heart pounding inside his chest. He leaned back so far, he collapsed on the master's bed. His eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling of what he just had read. "The master…feels something for me…" He shook his head and took the journal over his face and continued to read the entry.

Anyways, I did find myself growing closer to my butler without realizing it. Could there be possible feelings for him that I don't understand? My 18th birthday was coming soon, I should be able to comprehend my own feelings, should I not? Maybe someday I'll confess to my butler. This is the first time I've ever kept a journal. A real live journal. Before everything was on pieces and bits of paper of how I felt. It is nice knowing this will be kept a secret where no one will read. If anyone did, then what would they do? I would kill whoever did, making Sebastian do the dirty work of course. Something deep inside just burns in my soul at the sound of "Sebastian". I could say it all day, and it would not be enough for me. He's so naïve sometimes. Those deep red eyes. Long soft black hair. Soft and muscular skin. It would be a miracle if he'd ever lay his…

The butler stopped himself before the other words ahead in the journal entry. He never felt his heart race so fast now. He loved his master's big blue eyes. He had grown tall over the years and yet being a demon meant so much to Sebastian. Demons never die unless killed by angels. They are ageless yet they grow up to a certain age where they stay that age for eternity. For instance, Sebastian grew up to be 28. He stopped growing and aging as what humans do. Reapers do the same except grow out more white hairs and it's more possible for them to die than of demons. Sebastian shook his head and his eyes couldn't look away from the next words…

…lips to connect with my lips. His piercing sweet seductive smell. I could pull him any day without him knowing what I was planning. I've gotten him to dance with me. I told him I needed to learn how to dance more of a gentlemen in case I was to be engaged or find a nice woman. It would be a demon woman, I would suppose. The true meaning? To seduce him into my trap of wonders. Make him melt in my arms though I'm younger than he is. I always will be. He's over a thousand years old yet looks 28. He's my angel (he's really a demon, figure of speech). He's saved me from whom I once was and who I will be. So for that, I will thank Sebastian in my heart and in my words. He won't ever know the true feelings I have for such a person. He's the most amazing person I will ever know…

Water started forming in Sebastian's eyes as he read the last paragraph and wiped them away with his fingertip of his pointer finger. He closed the book and set inside the drawer. In a dash, he finished cleaning the whole room without a second glance. He was so fast but this time, he would take his time. He cleaned perfectly. He cooked perfectly. Somehow, pleased his master perfectly. He knew deep in his heart his young master appreciated everything the demon did. Ciel was going to be 18 in a week or so. He loved to celebrate the master's birthday. His master would soon see how much Sebastian could prove himself of being one hell of a butler...