I knew it was a bad thing to do, but all I could possibly do was stare. Ciel, my father's young master, stood before me, pushing a small baby to me. The words he stated still rang in my ears; "_, return this child to normal."

I eventually shook my head. "...My Lord...who is this baby?"

In response, he slumped and shoved the baby in my arms, running off. He came back with a face mask over his nose and mouth, and a random cat in his fist, presenting the feline to the child by the scruff of its neck. Seeing the new animal, the baby yanked his thumb from his mouth and started reaching for the cat, smiling widely and making little begging noises.

It was then when I took a closer look at the baby in my grasp. His black hair was short in the back, but the bangs were long, framing his chubby face with a stubborn strand across the pale skin. His big, glossy eyes were red as crimson blood as they sparkled in the cat's prescience. He didn't wear any cloths aside from a white diaper and over sized white gloves over his hands.

Curiosity edged at me. What kind of baby would wear gloves? As I removed the large cloth from his hands, my green eyes widened to find the purple mark on the back of the left hand.

"...Daddy?" I questioned. The baby turned to acknowledge me and smiled widely with a giggle that melted my heart (or would have if I wasn't so freaked out).

"...Yes." Ciel sighed. "This child is Sebastian, though, I'm not sure what exactly happened."

Securing my father on my hip (seriously! He must've been, like, ten pounds! I know what you're thinking, but hey! I didn't inherit my father's strength, so I was as strong as a human mostly!), I asked, "What happened after you two left?"

The boy Earl thought for a moment as my father started squirming. "We went into town for the usual errands, we stopped by Undertaker for information on the recent murders, and we rushed back here because of this!"

I furrowed my brows. "Okay...what happened at Uncle Undertaker's?"

"He started giving us information, then requested payment." Ciel answered before he clutched his head at my father's whines and continuous squirming that had me nearly drop him. "What is wrong with him?!"

"I don't know." I answered as I struggled to keep him in my hold. It was then when my face went to one of disgust. Taking a glance at my master, he and I both sniffed, quickly followed by a tight cringe from each of us. I was jealous of Ciel; he had a face mask and two free hands! Me...I had my hands full of my father and his diaper.

In the midst of our groans, Ciel turned back to me, still holding his nose. "CHANGE HIM THIS INSTANT!"

I groaned louder before I bowed my head, the awkwardness and disgust of the situation obvious on my face as I bounced my father in my arm. "Yes, my Lord." I growled, turning to rush down the hall to my father's room (no chance in hell is he going to mess up my stuff! He'll mess up his own since he can clean it up with no problem!...You know, once he's back to normal...what if he never gets back to normal? NOT NOW _! It's not the time for doubt!).

I set him down on the desk, placing a towel under him. Cringing up my face, I took an old cloth from the dresser, pins from the desk drawer, and started to undo the diaper. With that done, I horrifyingly tossed the old diaper in the trash bin, cleaning the area thoroughly (I never though I'd see the day when I whipped my father's ass). Once all the I-don't-even-want-to-know-what was cleaned, I took the cloth and set it under him, folding the cloth over the front. Stretching the sides slightly, I pinned the cloth together securely.

With that task done, I picked him up with a groan. "...Dad...what have you been eating? Hobo's souls?" He giggled in response. Whether that response was to my comment or my expression was beyond me. Before leaving, I quickly snatched a shirt from the closet and wrapped it around him, covering his hands. It was better than him being shown off half naked, and it was less suspicious than a baby wearing butler gloves.

Hurrying back to Ciel, I passed by Bardroy. Looking over, he seemed more than confused to see me with my father. "Hey, _? What's with the kid?"

"Uh..." I uttered. "Nothing, just a...um...orphan! Yeah! An orphan!" I answered. "The young master found him in a basket on the street, and you know how generous he is to orphans." He didn't seem to notice that I was slowly turning my father to look over my shoulder as opposed to at him, though he squirmed to look and whined when I denied it to him. "And by the way, the young master and I might need a ride into town later today, so we could drop him off at an orphanage, or find a good home for him."

To that, Bard tilted his head. "Why not Sebastian drive you to town?"

"My father is still in town." I answered. "He's investigating the recent murders. It should take him all afternoon."

As much as I doubted it, he seemed to have believed me as he shrugged. "Alright. Let me know if you really do need a ride."

I nodded. "Thanks Bard." With that, I rushed past him, my father giggling when he could finally see him over my shoulder. Though I didn't look, I could just feel Bardroy's blue-grey eyes burn hols into us. I didn't stop to see if he had a question though (only an idiot would) as I hurried down the red carpet, bouncing my father lightly to prevent squirm or struggle.

When I made it to Ciel's office, his chair was turned and his back was to me. Before I had the chance to let out a word, my father's baby giggle as he yanked my hair down was enough to catch the boy Earl's attention and to get my black cat ears and tail to slip out. Much to my dismay, he found a new interest and enjoyment in yanking my ears, each tug causing me to yelp and him to laugh. "You were saying, my Lord?" I requested him to continue, desperately trying to not show the pain of having my ear jerked from my scalp. "You left Uncle Undertaker's so my father could pay for the information, then what?"

The continuous giggling was giving us both headaches, so I finally just took my father's small, chubby hand, and popped it in his mouth before shutting the door and setting him on the ground. With the sounds now much quieter, Ciel continued, "There wasn't much else aside from that. I re-entered and found Sebastian like that in a pile of his previous cloths and Undertaker gone."

I thought hard, scratching my chin. "...It seems like we need to talk with Uncle Undertaker." I stated. "He might have an idea on what happened to him, and possibly know how to-HEY!" I jumped as I felt a hard tug on my tail. Looking back, I saw the giggling culprit as Ciel clutched his head (Why was my father a giggly baby? I didn't understand it. I hardly ever heard him laugh when he was a adult, much less as often as I've heard his baby giggle today alone).

Taking in a deep breath, I picked up my father under his arms. "Bad baby-demon-father! Bad! My tail is a no-no!" Though my scolding wasn't anything close to how I remember being scolded as a child, my father looked up at me with those big, teary red eyes and got dangerously quiet. A small whine started in his chest and came out his little mouth. As the whine slowly grew in volume, I widened my eyes and bit my lip. Before Ciel knew what was happening, my father blew up into an ear screeching wail.

I cringed at the deafening sound as I pulled him close and lightly bounced him, gently rocking him from side to side. "DO SOMETHING!" Ciel ordered over the cries.

Taking in a gulp, I awkwardly looked down at the chubby face of my father. "Daddy, it's okay." I stated as soothingly as I could. "I'm not upset, see?" He opened his puffy eyes to see my strained smile. It didn't seem to work as he just continued wailing. I continued shushing, bouncing, and rocking him, getting him to lower his cries slightly, but they never ceased, only making Ciel more and more angry and antsy, holding his head harder and harder. I thought he'd eventually snap his human skull, which gave me an idea. Looking down at my father, I stated over the cries, "Daddy, if you don't stop crying, you're going to hurt the young master!"

The crying stopped for an moment as he looked up at me. I sighed and smiled. "You remember the young master. Good. Well, if you had kept on crying, he would've hurt himself, and you would've been a very bad butler to let our young master hurt himself." Once I said that, I wished I hadn't. He seemed to have started crying all over again.

"It didn't work!" Ciel barked.

"I know!" I hissed right back. "I'm about as good with kids as my mom (unfortunately)!"

After about an hour of that me trying to calm my father and Ciel trying to block out the noise (he was too stubborn to just leave the room. It was his office after all), I got another idea. "Hey, daddy~" I stated. "If you remember the young master, maybe you remember this." With that, I cleared my throat and started singing an old lullaby my father always sang to me when I had a crying fit.

"Come little children~
I'll take thee away~
Into a land of enchantment~"

His crying again stopped as he looked up at me with big eyes, Ciel doing the same with his deep blue eyes as he released his ears. I whipped away a tear from his baby eye as I continued singing.

"Come little children~
The time's come to play~
Here in my garden of shadows~"

My father started bobbing his head forward and back, even Ciel seemed to have trouble staying on his feet. As his eyes seemed to grow heavy, I continued the lullaby.

"Follow sweet children~
I'll show thee the way~
Through all the pain and the sarrows~
Weep not poor children~
For life is this way~
Murdering beauty and passions~

"Hush now dear children~
It must be this way~
To weary of life and deceptions~
Rest now my children~
For soon we'll away~
Into the calm and the quiet~"

Just like that, he was asleep in my arms. I quickly turned around to see Ciel still fighting the exhaustion until I shook him lightly. "What was that?" he asked in a whisper.

"A sleeping spell my father used all the time when I was younger." I answered. "It only works on children, obviously. The younger the child, the more vulnerable they are to the spell. Humans are also vulnerable to the effects. The spell I just cast was set to baby demons specifically, but human children of any age can fall for it as well. Still, the caster is the only one who can wake up the ones under the spell, so you can talk normally, but I still have to whisper." I then handed my father back to the Earl. "Which is also why you need to hold him."

"WHAT?!"

"You do anything, my father won't wake up." I explained. "If I make one small mistake, he'll wake up and cry."

"Fine." he sighed, holding my father the same way he did when he first presented him to me. "Get the carriage ready, and get someone to drive us to Undertaker's."

I nodded with a bow. "Yes, my Lord."