A/N: OK, starting another story I've had going for a while. Hope it's good.

Title: Young Young Master

Author: liketolaugh

Rating: T

Pairings: Slight Ciel/Elizabeth

Genre: Friendship/Drama

Warnings: Little!Ciel, slight violence

Summary: Ciel is deaged, and Sebastian finds, to his delight, that this Ciel is every bit as manipulative as his older self – even if he is a far sight happier.

Disclaimer: Sadly, Black Butler is not mine.

Sebastian whipped around as light permeated the manor. "Young Master," he hissed immediately. Why hadn't he known something was wrong? Something, somewhere? He dashed toward the study where his Master was working and stopped short.

His Young Master was there, for sure. But he wasn't... exactly the Young Master he knew. He was smaller, and happier.

The boy sitting on the floor looked up at him and smiled. "How do you do, sir? I'm Ciel."

And adorable.

Sebastian's eyes widened slightly and the boy's head ducked down. Then he (Sebastian was going to have to accept that this was indeed Ciel) looked up again, tilting his head in curiosity. Sebastian forced his frozen mind to work and knelt down in front of the boy (who was somehow even smaller than before). "Hello, Ciel. My name is Sebastian." He thought quickly. "Your parents are away for a while, and most of the servants are too, but they sent me and Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin to take care of you while they are away. Tanaka is here as well. Does that sound all right?"

Ciel sighed, looking down. Then he looked up with an unhappy frown. "You're lying, sir." His expression sharpened. "Tell the truth, Sebastian!"

Sebastian winced. That was an order. He couldn't refuse now. "First. Young Master, how old are you now?"

"Eight," Ciel replied, already smiling again. No wonder Elizabeth was so upset at his solemnity if this was how he was before, and his smile was adorable.

Sebastian hoped this wouldn't set Ciel back to the way he was before, or anywhere near it. "Very well. This may be extremely difficult to believe, Young Master."

"I'll know if you're lying, or crazy," Ciel replied firmly. "Tell the truth."

"At this point in time, you are meant to be fourteen years old." Ciel's eyes widened, but there was no disbelief in them. "Four years ago, there was a fire. The Manor burned down, and both your parents died in the fire." Ciel's eyes filled with tears, but he didn't cry, and Sebastian was extremely glad for that. "You were captured by a cult. I am uncertain as to exactly what happened there, but by the end of it you were desperate for a way out, and you called to me. We made a contract, which is shown by the symbol on the back of my hand and on your eye, and I now serve you and only you. I am a demon. Since then, you have met many people over the time you've spent filling your father's shoes and doing your duty as the Head of the Phantomhive family and as the Queen's Watchdog."

Sebastian stopped talking, and Ciel clung to him, shaking.

Yes, mysterious, mysterious. Very fun to write, this was one of my first fanfics and it's actually fairly cute in places, rather than scary like a lot of my others. This first chapter is short, but most of the others are longer. Also, I figured that Ciel would be able to tell if someone was lying or insane by their emotions, right? So, by the principle (whose name I can't remember) of whatever, when all other options are eliminated, the only remaining option must be the truth, however unlikely it may be. Or something like that. Right... yeah... Please review!