Chapter 1. Relization
January 10, 1876
It was a bright morning as Sebastian Michialles walks into young Ciel Phantomhive's room with a tea cart filled with the young master's breakfast. "It is time to awake young master. This morning's tea is chamille with a slight sprig of mint. To go along with that lovely beverage, is some delicious chocolate cake with dark chocolate frosting." Sebastian says kindly, pooring they young master's tea. Then he begins the slow task of dressing the young lad. He pulls Ciel's shirt on over his head and pulls his shorts on after. Then come the socks, the boots, the jacket, and the tie. The last thing he places on the boy is his custom made eye patch. Making the young lad seem as if he had been a survivor from a war somewhere. "Thank you very much Seb. I rather appreciate it." Young Master Phantomhive whispers so softly, that even Sebastian (a demon himself) could hardly hear him. "Your welcome. Is there anything I could get you, young master?" "No, although I wish that I could actually drink this tea. Ever since the Hanna incident, I have rather missed drinking the tea that you make for me each morning." Ciel replies unconciously. "Is that so? Well, I find it rather amusing to have another demon to 'pal around with' as you would say." Sebastian laughs. "Is that so? Well, since you never got a chance to eat my soul, you are still a butler. MY butler! Which means that you must still listen to me!" Ciel retorts. "That may be true, but you are still a child, that means if you want to eat somebody's soul, then that would mean that you are their slave, meaning our contract is broken and it would mean the same as if I had eaten your soul!" Seb contridicts. "Fine, you win. You know, it's been almost four years and I seem to have grown a little." Ciel observes. "Hmmm...yes, I guess you have. I don't really know if that is uncommon or not. You see, there were only three demons who sold their soul to a greater power. Claude, Hanna, and myself were the only three turned. And we were all adults when this accured. So I'm not sure whether or not that Greater Power allows those who have just barely reached adolsence, the chance to grow." Sebastian pondered, tugging gently at his crisp, white glove. "Let's get off the subject, I'm rather bored and wish to be entertained. What do you have in mind, Sebby?" Ciel asked, a little to fondly. "How about we travel into town and look for some fun. When I had first become a demon, I rather enjoyed reaking havick amoung the villages. But that was over a century ago. I'm pretty sure that would seem most inappropriate." the butler hinted. "Fine idea, old chap. Let's get a move on! The sun won't stay forever." the former young master of the Phantomhive resadence says, hoping out of bed and knocking into Sebastion during the process. When Sebastian didn't let go of the 16-year-old (he looked almost that age), a warming sensation came over the lad. A smile played at his plump lips as Sebastian finally released him and set him on his feet. "Are you alright, young master? You seem rather odd." Sebastian inquires quizically. "Oh...um...I-i'm f-f-fine!" Ciel stutters, his cherub-like face flushing. "Sebastian, um, how about going to town, we instead stay here." Ciel suggests. "That's a splendid idea? What did you have in mind of doing?" Sebastian suspiciously asks. "Oh, nothing. I was just wanting to stay home today, that is all. You may leave me to my thoughts." Ciel mumbles, cueing Sebastian's exit. "Alright young master, if that is what you wish!" Sebastian says confused. The butler walks out of the room and shuts the door softly behind him. As soon as Ciel's demon ears no longer heard the butler's footsteps he let out a soft cry of anguish. What was the matter with him? He was acting like Lizzie! The thought of her name brought fond memories back to his mind. The times when Lizzie when spend multiple evenings with him and they would dance the nights away. He remembered the first time she declared that she wanted to have a ball. He didn't know how to dance, so Sebastian taught him in five minutes. He could still feel Sebastian's touch upon his skin. STOP THINKING LIKE THAT! he mentally slapped himself for even thinking like that. But the truth was, he CRAVED Seb's touch. It was like a light breeze on a warm summers day. Like hot chocolate on a cool winter evening. It filled him with so much warmth and desire, that he just couldn't hardly control the way he reacted around the oringinal demon. Sure, Sebastian had stolen his life from him, but it was Ciel's decision to do so in the first place. Sebastain had turned him into a demon and that had given Ciel the advantage point of what he wanted most. Sebastian Michaells. Finally admitting this to himself brought such an unknown relief to him that he softly cried out with pleasure. At that moment, he was going to set his full proof plan into action. But how?
Chapter 2. confrontments