12 hours previously

"Teheeheeheehee! Well done little bloodhound. I'll see what I can do about your request. Potion against your allergy to cats was it? It would certainly be possible with me. Teeheehee" The undertaker literally drooled with laughter as he looked at the rather ruffed Ciel Phantomhive who merely glared back.

"Yes undertaker. It was. It would be best if you could have it ready by tonight if possible. I need it for when Lizzy comes around with her newfound stray cat" The undertaker merely smiled in response and did an over-dramatic bow and attempted walking backward for a dramatic exit but ended up walking into a coffin which promptly closed on him and locked.


Present

Ciel impatiently tapped the arm of his chair as he waited for Sebastian to return with the draught that he had asked the undertaker for previously. He checked his pocket-watch, it read 2 minutes past 8. 'He's late' thought Ciel rather grumpily. Just as that thought crossed his mind his butler rushed into the room with a small, green, glass vial. "My lord!" He cried out and posed extremely dramatically with a serious expression. "My lord! Please drink this immediately!" Ciel merely glanced at his butler.

"Bring it over here and mix it in with my tea." Sebastian immediately bowed and uncorked the vial and poured a shiny turquoise gel into the brown water. Ciel merely swirled the solution around unimpressed until it neon pink glitter exploded in his face and disappeared. As per expected the young earl was rather ruffled at this. However much straight-faced Sebastian was Ciel could tell that he was overjoyed at the prospects of bringing in a pet cat. He sighed. As he glanced down at the now pink solution he felt slightly uncomfortable and wary, nevertheless he gulped it down quickly in an un-gentleman like manner. Smoked salmon? Why could he taste that? Huh...Everything seemed to grow larger around him he felt itchy all over and felt like getting down on all fours and stretching his back out. He was puzzled at Sebastian's shocked and blushing face. Blushing? He only did that around cats didn't he? So why...At this point he felt too woozy to speak so he climbed onto his bed and snuggled under the covers. Was it always this big? Was the blanket always this big and heavy?