The morning approaches as the colors around the sun sink into waves of red and yellow. Though the sky is warm in colors, the air is cold. Typical to a normal winter morning in England.

A grand mansion stands tall against the sky, although it is expectant of plenty of servants serving the young head; it is only me who assists him the most. The servants Finny, Meyrin and Bard are scurrying around the household, bound to cause trouble. Tanaka busied himself in drinking tea, heaven knows when he will awake from this habit, but I am quite fond of a man who was once head butler for the Phantomhives and served very well for the Earl and the young master.

I can hear the crackle of dishes and, splatter of fire warming the wall next to me. There are always Finny's wails as the roses (that I spent time on choosing.) are killed instantly with a accidental spray of the insect removal oils. Although I am quite tired, I ignore the noises knowing that I will fix up the 'accidentals' that happen every day. My top priorities are the young master's morning tea.

For I am, Sebastian Michealis and I am one hell of a butle-.

Actually, lets save that for a more violent scene on the story, yes?

My fingers brush against the veneer and I fondle the top for the handle bar, so I can open the cupboard and choose my master's tea of choice in this chilly morning, my finger pulls to my lips, touching my mouth with the side of my flesh. "I wonder what type of tea the young master prefers today?" I ask my self. To my master, the tea has to be strong in flavor, so the ounces of leaves and hot liquid are always equal.

Because of my height, it is very easy to find a perfect type of tea to suit my young master's mood and feeling of the day. "I say, let's try the Keemun Encore, it has been sitting in the cupboard for quite a time." I take out box of the Chinese tea, and my eyes scan hungrily at the sides of the cardboard, reading about the tea with great detail is a pleasure. Because in my world, such liquid does not exist.

The tea is finished with its picking. I gently rip open the top, it is important to not let the sticking of the cardboard attract with the paper, or else I would be called a 'inelegant arse' by my young master. Opening the package of the tea, I dump all the crushed leaves in side the cup (the tea set is the perfected porcelain, it has brown and blue streaks painted on the edges, all edges paint upward and are drawn into a beautiful flower.), hot water is poured inside, I use a tiny spoon to stir the contents and create the beautiful mellow brown for the tea.

For food, I have picked out the freshest berries the previous morning, and they stay fresh with my healthy preserving. I crush these berries carefully, making sure the skins are camouflaged to be part of the juice, and the all of the seeds are removed.

The custard was already done, and browned perfectly. So all I had to do was add caramel and doses of sugar to the berry juice. It was thick with sweetness, and lovely to the crisp, warm dough that was crunchy outside, layered with perfection inside. The syrup trickles into the custard, and I set some blueberry scones on the side.

The remaining tea is plenty, so it is retreated into the teapot. After this method of preparation of the young master's breakfast, I throw a towel onto my elbow and scoop up the silver ware and food items onto the trolley. Today, hopefully I will make it out of the door. I think to my self, I push the door aside and step outside to the hallway. My gloved hands grasp the handle of the trolley and pushes along the tray of breakfasts.

It's soon enough that I make it to the young master's bedroom, carefully with ease, I knock on the door, "Young master," I hear several grunts of awakening and a ruffle of sheets. Smiling, my hands grasp the silver knob, turn and the door cracks open. The trolley pushes the door, and the space expands enough for me to see my young master sitting up rubbing his unique eyes.

My young master is Ciel Phantomhive, and he and I made a contract. Even if I want to say more, you readers should already know the secrets behind out relationship.

I set down the tray of breakfast items onto a stand, and the young master begins to speak, "Sebastian, news." His arms extend, I almost reach for his cane, but my mind reminds me about the paper. I nod, and my arm retreats to the collection of articles and hands it to the young master. He opens it and reads the front page article hastily. "Today," I began, "You have a breakfast of blueberry scones and the berry custard you asked for the day before. Tiramisu is a Italian desert, for my young master who always longs for something new. For tea, I chose the-"

"Keemun Encore" says the Phantomhive. He looks up from the paper, "isn't it?" My eyes are closed and I nod, "What would you like out of the food menu, young master?" Ciel (amazingly, this is the first time I mentioned his name in these articles), answers. "The berry custard," He hands out the paper to me after he reads the headlines. I already handed him the petite slice of his choice and he says, "Sebastian, the Queens longs us to do a investigation on a paranormal case." I don't say anything because I am still pouring tea into the cup. "Adjust the schedule to make it legible for us to investigate." The tea swishes in the cup as I blow a bit of heat off of the tea, "How many hours, young master?" He meets my eyes, "We'll need the whole day." I return with a smile, "Young master, do you have wishes to avoid the studies I have prepared today?" My fingers touch his as he takes the cup of tea away from me, "Rubbish, I am merely fulfilling what her Majesty wants me to do. "

I nod again and collect his plate from the bed, my red eyes see the crumbs of the young master's food, "Oh dear, I must change the sheets." I mutter to my self, "Goodness." Ciel had swallowed down the last of the tea and places the cup on the dirtied plate, "Undress me, Sebastian."

The plates are stacked neatly on the trolley, my fingers gently takes hold of Ciel's evening gown, I undo the buttons, sliding them out of their holes. It wasn't that I didn't realize it, but I knew Ciel was staring at me. I didn't take a dare to look up. He was quickly bare and trembling because of the stale fire that did not burn until I lite it again. Ciel's fingers gripped the sides of his body. His bottom lip was sucked into his mouth. "Seb-Sebastian, d-d-do you not realize the-the climate?" he stuttered.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I was distracted by his soft skin that my fingers quickly caressed. Imagine eating this boy, engrossed in his sweet lustful soul. Sucking deep into his heart, filling my quest for a delicious feast. It's something that I- My thoughts were running on and on, but I felt a quick slap across my face. "S-Sebastian!" The young master looked at me with disbelief, "S-Sebastian," he repeated. "H-how could you?"

I was confused at first, but then realized my doing, I saw my self in the young master's mirror, my eyes were a burning red. My pupils had reduced to slits, my lips parted as my head was hung over his sweet shoulder. Even if the young master was rather small, his fencing skills had paid off. He slapped me with quick and strong force admitting back to the world.

"Young master," I said, standing up, and bowing. "I apologize for the events that happened," Getting down on my knees, I placed my right hand over my chest and bowed once again. I looked back up, he was terrified at my actions. I frowned, angry at my self.

"You mustn't let your demonic actions take control of you, you stupid arse!" I received another slap to the opposite of my first hit. I nodded, "I understand." I took a glance at his face. "Understanding means never doing this again!" He yelped, "Sebastian Michealis, this is a order. I command you to never commit a action like that ever again!"

Dear readers, you know this line too well.

"Yes, my lord."

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