Osu! My first fic... out of the blue .
Strayed from the original idea but dont worry its fine..more action in the chaps to come :3
Reviews and Constructive Crit. strongly appreciated
Do not own anything. Not even Sebs coat.. T_T
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The morning sun shone, through beige curtains, too bright for the 16 year-old Earl's liking. He would have moaned and pulled the covers over himself, if it were not for the fact that he was already out of bed… When Sebastian entered to wake him up, the butler's eyebrow rose in question and perhaps amusement, for he saw that his Master wasn't lying down, but instead, writhing in front of the mirror, trying to fasten his bow tie and simultaneously pull up his stockings.
He saw his butler's tall figure in the mirror and was about too jump back and maybe even shriek… We'll never know because he quickly got a hold of himself and changed his jump into an edgy shudder, letting go of his tie and somewhat crumpled socks.
All this time, Sebastian stood still and observed. In fact, he didn't even need to watch so closely in order to read all of his Masters emotions. He just supposed that it would seem more polite than saying anything at that moment.
"Stop staring, you imbecile."
Or maybe not.
"My apologies, bocchan."
"Apologies my ass. Breakfast is ready I suppose?"
Sebastian closed his eyes and began: "Yes bocchan, for today's breakfast I have prepared…"
Sebastian's voice trailed off as Ciel exited the room. He guessed that Sebastian wouldn't stop talking even if he left, since that would be the same as not answering his Master's question. After all, he was one hell…ah whatever!
Ciel was right. The said butler still continued, eyes open now: "…and a selection of scones, waffles, croissants or croquettes." Halfway through the list, a slight smirk appeared on his lips. When he finished, he left the room and gently closed the door behind him.
"Who cares what's for breakfast – your cooking is all perfect anyway! And so is your cleaning and everything you do… And everything you are…" Ciel's irritation was growing by the minute. He stomped down the empty corridor. Sigh. Grunt.
Grin. Sebastian was already in the dining room, ready to serve his master, obviously aware of his master's foul mood. They say a demon is a sin – you get angry, he feels pleasure. Sebastian's not-exactly-suppressed smile was more than enough proof. He felt that knowing the reason behind his Maser's delightful demeanor would make his day even more enjoyable. Oh he was sooo up to some clue gathering…
Ciel sat at the table, twice as apathetic and indifferent than usual – in other words fake. His eyes followed the white-gloved slender hands that were currently pouring tea and mixing it with a spoon, remembering how they usually buttoned his shirt, or washed his hair, those long and thin fingers, tak-.
"Sebastian, I feel like having breakfast in my room." Thrice as apathetic. And beet red.
"Understood, my Lord." Now this was the start of something…First clue - status: demonically gathered.