Chapter 1
Ciel listened with little interest as Sebastian read off his schedule for today. Dance lessons, a company meeting, history… nothing but dull matters he was forced to partake in. He hated dancing, especially since all of his teachers—especially Sebastian—were all too tall. Steps were too large, turns were too wide, and the movements always seemed to be different, even if it was supposed to be the same dance.
The meeting, as it always was, was dull and boring and personally humiliated him to the core. Being thirteen and the head of a toy company was always a joke the older company members would toss around, and although they were never said to his face, the insults were demeaning.
"Is that the head of the company, or is it his son?"
"Shouldn't he be playing with the toys instead?"
"Why leave a kid in charge? He's too young."
Too young. Young and helpless, that's exactly what everyone thought. And that's exactly what he was. Although he ran the Funtom Company, Sebastian was the one who did everything else for him. The butler woke him up every morning, he dressed him, brought him his meals, bathed him, and put him to bed; even reading him a story from time to time. And just as a child, Ciel would usually ask for Sebastian to stay with him in his room until he fell asleep.
Yes, Ciel was, indeed, a child.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was able to do everything for himself. He didn't sleep and worked right through the night, he dressed himself and looked presentable, he didn't eat, which gave him more time to work, he was able to bathe himself in a matter of minutes, and he even disciplined the other servants; who had a tendency to act childish and misbehave from time to time. As a butler, this was nothing more than what was expected of him. Even so, Ciel found himself in envy of him. Sebastian was able to simple things he still couldn't.
Ciel didn't know how to dress himself properly; unable to button up his shirts and overcoats, tie a tie himself or make a bow, he didn't even know how to tie his own shoes. And whenever he tried, he ended looking disheveled and sloppy.
Every once in in a while, Ciel found himself looking at Sebastian, and he wondered: what would it be like to be able to do all the things he could do? What would it be like to be taller than he was now; to be Sebastian's height?
Ciel chuckled at the thought. Maybe he should ask him sometime, because he was sure while being tall had its perks, there could be a few bothersome disadvantages, too.
((Sorry, I know that was short. Keep a look out for the next chapter!))