Hey guyssss! I haven't been on here in a while as I lost my desktop computer to write fanfics on, but here I am again! I got bored last night, and I ended up thinking about...

Sebastian...?

Yep, totally normal for a girl to do.

And then I thought: "HEY! What if I wrote a fanfic about him...and what he does at night?"

So here it is, my fellow readers.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: HOW MANY FREAKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT?! I. DON'T. OWN. KUROSHITSUJI.

GOT IT?!

GOOD.

(Notice: This story takes place in Sebastian's point-of-view.)

Also, try listening to the Book of Circus soundtrack on YouTube while reading this, especially OST 4 when he wakes up, 10 while he is cooking, definitely 12 while he realizes what he's doing near the end of the chapter, preferably at the line "A large, sinful grin spread across my face.", and 19 at the end, right after the last time skip.

XD

Chapter 1: Cooking S**t and Trolling

(Play OST 4 here.)

I found myself bored once again at nightfall.

It wasn't out of the ordinary that I would often lay on the bed that the Young Master had assigned for me and think about next to nothing, or at least tried.

It was about an hour after I had sent the boy to his bedchamber for the night, and there was seemingly nothing at all that I could do to fight off this... certain feeling.

What was it?

It felt like... something the humans called 'boredom.' Something that happens when you don't know what you want to do, or there isn't anything to do.

So, I felt it was necessary that I did something to preoccupy myself.

...But what?

What is there possibly to do here while those - those imbeciles and the... Master... are sleeping?

And then it hit me.

Cooking.

I could go to the kitchen and COOK!

And so, with that singular thought in mind, I made my way down to the kitchen of the manor, a slight spring to my step.

(play OST 10 here.)

"Ah. Here we are." I spoke quietly to myself. "Now - what shall I prepare?"

Perhaps something... breakfast-oriented. A dish for the Young Master.

I set off for the cupboards and grabbed a cutting board, some fruits in sugared jars in there as well, milk, sugar, salt, freshly-churned butter and a mix of ingredients for bread dough that would be the base for the scones that I was ready to prepare.

Here we go!

I lit a flame in the oven and set to mix the scones' dough with a single hand while the other chopped up fruit into small pieces to fit in the dough. Hands working elegantly (if I do say so myself), I mixed the ingredients together, wet and dry, kneaded it into a dough, and cut it into medium-sized wedges and whisked it away into the oven on a wooden pan.

Ah, there is no joy greater than cooking at...

3 o' clock in the morning, was it?

Oh well, then.

The scones were finished in the oven and I reached in with an unprotected hand to grab the board they were placed upon. I felt the fire lick and curl around my fingers and kept them there for a moment.

Oh, dear me. How these suffer terribly in contrast to the flames of Hell...

Pulling the mouth-watering scones out of the oven, I gently poised my face over them and breathed through my nose.

Ah... how wonderful.

I took each individual scone and placed them delicately on a large platter together. In all, there was about 16 scones, and they were all posed magnificently on top of a silver-embroidered platter, laced with golden ivy. I sprinkled a small amount of cinnamon and sugar on top, ending it off with a handful of blackberries and strawberries.

"This will be a wonderful treat for the Young Master's breakfast."

I began walking down the hallway now, not exactly sure what I was thinking. I actually ended up at the door of said boy's bedchamber, a gloved hand raising on its own accord to knock on his door as I cleared my throat automatically.

I stopped dead in my tracks, time in itself freezing along with me.

"Wait a minute." I whispered.

What in the hell am I doing?! I could very well have just attempted to wake him up at whatever ungodly time it is!

I sighed, turning away from the door, spotting the familiar silver tray that I always wheeled into his room in the mornings with his tea. I set the dessert on there, wrote a small note, wheeled it into his room (QUIETLY), and set off for the servants' hallway.

(play OST 12 here.)

A large, sinful grin spread across my face.

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could (which is pretty damn fast) and stepped as hard as I could on the floorboards.

Next, I ran back, this time tiptoeing.

After that, I buried my head in my hands and ran again.

(Truly hoping to run into something as loudly as possible, to be honest.)

I ran on to knock on all of the servants' doors, first quietly, then louder as I kept running.

At last, I ended up on the second-to-final run. Try to sleep now, you imbeciles!

Wait a minute... keep it professional.

HAH, nothing about this is professional!

...

...How dare they not wake up to see who it is yet?!

I let my mind wander now, not giving a single... care.

I practically SLAMMED on the doors now, and as soon as I vanished down behind a corner, Bardroy peered out of his room in the middle, shouting something almost incoherently down the hallway as I laughed quietly behind the corner.

Ahhh, why didn't I do this sooner?

(Play OST 19 here.)

Finally, I ended up back in my own bedchamber. I looked over at my wardrobe.

Play with the cats?

No, they need their beauty sleep.

I pulled a blank for a moment as my thoughts progressed.

Wait a minute...

If those sinfully adorable little things need beauty sleep to stay the way they are...

And the Young Master stays so sinfully adorable by sleeping every night...

HOW AM I STILL SO SINFULLY SEXY?

Sebastian half-laughed to himself.

Oh well.

He pulled his pocketwatch out of his tailcoat and peered in the darkness at the hand direction.

Letting his wide smile fall, he let out a sigh.

Only 3:15.

PFFFT-

HOW BIG OF A TROLL DOES THIS GUY HAVE TO BE?! I noticed it a lot in the series that he, without realizing it or not, is QUITE a troll (if you know what I mean) and he loves to misdirect, misinform, trick, fool or be flat-up rude to people when he gets the chance. I guess it's in a demon's nature to just be a total jackass.

-...OH MY GOD.

I JUST SWORE.

Well, who gives a damn anyway?

Anyway, I'll see you all in the next chapter!

-xXxNaru-LovexXx