Ciel sighed and glanced out the window. It was raining. Of course, it was England, after all. Rain was far from uncommon. He looked back down at his paperwork. Another tedious buisness arrangement. He sighed again. He missed the days when he could laugh, when he could smile. When his life wasn't consumed by his job. Suddenly, he heard a tapping on the door. It was his butler, Sebastian. He allowed himself a quick smile before answering, "Come in."

Sebastian walked in, carrying a silver tray with a slice of chocolate cake on it. Just another reason to love Sebastian. He always had wonderful desserts for Ciel.

"I've brought your snack, young master." The small smile playing on his lips vanished when he noticed the desolate air around Ciel.

"Why, whatever is the matter?"

Ciel bit his lip. Oh, how he wanted to confide in his butler! But he could never show weakness.

"Nothing. Everything is fine, I'm just doing my work."

Sebastian sighed. He wished Ciel would just talk to him.

"Now, it may not be my place to say this, but I can tell you are not telling the truth."

Ciel froze. Sebastian didn't usually talk back. A part of him wanted to be angry, but another, even more persistent voice was asking why Sebastian would care.

He pursed his lips. "What's it to you?"

Sebastian's eyes softened unexpectedly. "I care about my master's well-being, physically and emotionally."

Ciel let out a small whimper; he couldn't help himself.

"What is wrong?"

He caved. "Life! Work! Everything!"

Sebastian set the tray on the desk, and hurried to his master's side. He enveloped the small boy in his arms.

"Oh, Ciel. It will be alright."

Ciel looked up at him. "How do you know?"

Sebastian smiled. "I just do. Trust me."

And Ciel did. He looked out the window again. Rain still beat against the glass, but it somehow held a new meaning. A happier one.


A/N: Eh, not the best title, but oh well. This was not at all what I set out to write, but it's still good. I intended to write a fluffier, happier story. I think I'll write that one next. I'm going on a SebaCiel kick.