A/N Ok so I think this is the first actual black butler story I've ever posted that might be a little serious or at least not a oneshot like I usually do. So don't call your demons on me just yet. There'll be more, and hopefully better, chapters.
Ch. 1
Ciel sat at his usual boring spot in the boring office, filling out countless, boring papers, doing his usual boring thing. He scribbled his name on some paperwork for Her Majesty's Secret Service, as the Queen's guard dog does every so often, signing orders for different plants for the garden, writing out checks for charity, doing homework that he lost bets to, and whatnot. He was propped on one arm, on the brink of sleep, when the familiar click of an opening door made him jolt up.
He looked to the door, wiping the startled look at his face, only to see Sebastian peeking through, an envelope in one hand, a tray in the other. "Young Master?" He said, and when Ciel noticed that a smile had crept across his face, he knew exactly what he was thinking. "Have you finished your lesson for today and tomorrow's pre-lesson?"
Ciel groaned much to Sebastian's pleasure. "I'm almost finished; just give me a minute, will you?" He looked back down to his work, mumbling to himself.
"Finish it in a minute. I believe I have something that will please you." He skipped to the desk where his Young Master sat, and set the envelope on top of all of Ciel's documents.
He picked it up. "Who's it from?" He asked, turning it in his hands, but upon seeing his name in an elegant font, he knew.
"You know who." Sebastian said, smiling suggestively.
Ciel opened it up in expectation, unfolded the neatly folded piece of parchment, and read quietly to himself.
Dear Ciel darling,
It's been a while I suppose, and I haven't needed your services in a long time, but enough with the formalities. I need you to investigate some sources of witchcraft and sex-trafficking in the west-side cities. You know what to do.
-Victoria
P.S. Oh, and, by the way, thank you for all the hard work you put in to making England a better place. I am forever in your debt.
Ciel laughed softly and nervously to himself, folding the letter back up and putting it back in the envelope.
"I will research these witchdoctors and traffickers." Sebastian said, who was apparently reading the note from over Ciel's shoulder, causing Ciel to flinch slightly in surprise. "We should be able to arrive at the scenes of these actions by the end of the week. I will present the information I find tomorrow afternoon."
Ciel sighed. "Very good, Sebastian." He said, pulling his homework out to continue working.
Sebastian reappeared in front of Ciel, put his hand over where he thought his heart was, bowed, and disappeared from the room again.
Ciel huffed in frustration as he looked down to his textbook. He honestly hated mathematics. Either that or his shitty job.