A/N: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, sorry
It was a calm night in London, a normal night where the hustle and bustle of people were fading from the streets as they left work, heading home to their loved ones. Except for one peculiar boy...
Living at the Phantomhive estate and still doing paperwork that was fallen behind upon was the young Earl Ciel.
Ciel was a rather mature boy, having lost his parents at age 9, he grew up fast. He was 12 years old and already owned a toy factory and held the task as the queen's guard dog, a title he held proudly and took seriously.
"Master?"
Ciel looked up at his butler who held a smirk upon his face.
"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" Ciel sneered.
"I do, but I came to inform you that it's almost your bedtime and I've prepared your bath" Sebastian answered. The smirk never left his face, he was amused by his bocchans annoyance.
Ciel sighed. "Very well then, I suppose I can pick up where I left off tomorrow"
And with that, Ciel got up and headed towards the bathroom to enjoy his awaited bath.
The scent of lavender and roses filled the room, coming from the oiled lamp that hung on the beige walls of the mansions bathroom, the bathtub was fill with hot water and bubbles, and elegant attire slipped to the floor.
The sound of the door could be heard behind him, Ciel sighed knowing who it was."Sebastian, I wish to be alone, that's order"
Sebastian stood there, shocked, he never heard such a request from his young master. Nevertheless, he bowed and left, thoughts wondering as he wandered down the hall to fulfill the rest of his duties.
Why did he want to be alone? Sebastian asked himself. He thought about and came to conclusion that Ciel was a blossoming young boy, it wasn't uncommon for boys his age to start wanting some privacy time, it was natural.
But truth be told, that was wasn't really the reason why Ciel wanted time alone. For days now he felt strange around his butler, his heart would beat fast and his head would spin with endless thoughts of him. He knew why this was happening, but he didn't want to admit, not to himself or his butler. He had too much pride. But again, the thoughts invade his mind as he sunk down a bit and sighed.
Why did I fall in love with my butler?
Well, what did you guys think? I know it's short, but I would like to see what others think of my writing first before I continue it and I know I have it set to an M rating, i kinda wanna put some smut into the later scenes, but if no one wants it, it'll be moved to K. Anyways, thanks for reading:)