In the words of the Undertaker-HEHEHEHEHEHE! the first chapter has no plot. You've been warned.
"Tea, young master?" Sebastian carefully asked as he entered his young master's office. 'Master indeed' he mused to himself, and why shouldn't he? The girl couldn't hide her gender forever. One day, the bumbling idiots would find out-although, what trouble that would cause was beyond him. Who would they tell?
She, the 15 year old beauty, looked up from a sheet of paper. "is it earl grey?" She asked almost eagerly. Perhaps it would happen that she was in fact eager. It was a strange occurrence, but as of late, things that normally wouldn't excite anyone were thrilling her to pieces. Sebastian was at a loss. He smiled winningly at the girl.
"yes, it is. Would you like a cup?"
She gave the smallest smile. "yes, I would prefer that to you splashing it in my face."
Clever.
Sebastian handed her a cup with two lumps of sugar. Her sweet tooth had never gone away, which led to problems when sugar was scarce like it had been recently. More and more sugar had been going towards alcohol production in Europe and the Americas, so finding it had become a mammoth task. Daunting for even a demon. A smile crept to his lips.
Ciel took a long sip of the brew and sighed, slouching. Using her hand, she motioned for Sebastian to close the door. He did so immediately. "is something the matter, Master?"
She gave him the cross between hatred and adoration, while rubbing her abdomen. "I need a moment to be female."
So that explained it. Her menstrual cycle was a strange one-instead of agitation, she'd become clingy and cat-like.
Cat-like. Sebastian smirked at the thought.
He looked down at the girl, who's face was contorted in pain. "Sebastian, will you draw me a bath?"
The beauty of her issues was that they led her to be more polite then usual. Not that she was normally polite at all. "Of course, Master."
"good. And, Sebastian?"
"yes, master?"
She seemed to blush a little before saying, "thank you."
Sebastian was stunned. It happened less often then her wearing dresses, that she would say 'thank you.' If she were ever to apologize to him, he could die.
"of course, young mistress. If I weren't-"
"-If you weren't able to do something as simple as drawing a bath, what sort of butler would you be?"
Since she had taken his catchphrase, he could only respond with, "not one hell of a butler, thats for certain."
Sebastian turned to exit the room, to get the bath started, when the little mistress's hand stopped him. "wait."
He looked down at her, and her pleading face. "Mistress?"
"I want it in here."
In here? Sebastian looked around. Was there a bathroom he didn't know about?
As it turned out, there was. A small, disgusting, old, thoroughly underkept bathroom. He gave a small chuckle as he observed the age old sludge. What a thing to make the butler do. But, of course, if he wasn't to do the task, what sort of butler would he be?