Hey guys! I told you I'd be back soon! I don't even think anyone's even had a chance to read my first chapter yet...Well, here you go, this chapter will be a bit more exciting than the last, promise!

Ciel Phantomhive awoke in his bed, unable to remember why he was feeling so...heartbroken. He was in his room, safe and sound. Just then, a soft knock sounded on his door. Ciel smiled to himself. And there was Sebastian, coming to wake him up and bring him his morning cup of tea. Sebastian...Sebastian...Oh. The memories of the past few days came rushing back to him, causing him to bolt upright in his bed, eyes wide. Were they memories? Or had it all been a dream? Meanwhile, Sebastian spoke.

"Young Master? Are you alright?"

"S-Sebastian..." Ciel stuttered. Where...Where are we?"

"In Hell, Master. You didn't truly believe that you would be spending eternity on Earth, did you?"

So it had all been real. Claude, Hannah, Alois...Sebastian's hand, forcing its way though his stomach, the look of pure hatred in his eyes. It had all been real. All of it. He was in Hell, doomed to spend eternity with a man who cursed his very existence. He was a demon now...all because he was too damn curious to stay in that stupid box.

"No, I suppose not..."He bit his lip in thought, only to gasp as a sharp pain radiated throughout the spot he'd bitten. Shortly after, warmth began to spread across his lip and trail down his chin. He hadn't bitten his lip that hard, had he? Ciel raised his hand to touch the spot, but it was intercepted by a white handkerchief placed firmly against his lower lip. Sebastian, having pulled the handkerchief from his breast pocket, was kneeling in front of the boy, and Ciel thought he saw a trace of humor flash in his eyes.

"Forgive me, Young Master. I should have warned you that your teeth have become a bit sharper now that you are a demon."

Sebastian pulled back the handkerchief, and, as expected, the once white handkerchief now had a spot of red blossoming across the front. Hesitantly, Ciel reached up to touch his teeth, discovering that his canines, were, infact, long and sharp. How stereotypical. He had fangs. Fangs! Just like a bloody vampire or something.

"Will they ever go away?" Ciel asked.

"When you mature as a demon, you will be able to control whether you wish your fangs to be visible or not. As a young demon, however, you will be controlled by your instincts, and will be unable to shrink your fangs for quite some time. Now, would you like to explore the manor? It is an exact replica of your home on Earth, but perhaps you would like to see it with your own eyes". Ciel nodded, and waited as Sebastian dressed him. After that, he browsed the familiar corridors of his home, finding it exactly like his old home, as Sebastian had said. There was his study, and the central stairs, the library, his bedroom...and there was the room where he kept models of the toys produced at the Funtom Company. Entering the room, he curiously picked up a stuffed bunny, finding it to be quite real, and then mentally berating himself for even entertaining the outrageous thought that it wouldn't be. He lightly tossed the toy into the air, and jumped when, instead to flying upwards a foot and landing safely back in his hands, the toy zoomed upwards with astonishing speed, colliding with the ceiling with a dull thud, then crashing back to the ground, landing in a heap. Shocked, Ciel picked up the toy and attempted to put it back on the shelf, only to have the entire shelf splinter and collapse, the toys landing broken among the pile of split boards and sawdust.

What was wrong with him? Why was everything he toughed breaking? Was this how Finny had felt? Would he ever be able to touch anything again without it shattering? How did Sebastian do it? How could Sebastian handle fine china plates without them shattering into pieces. Ciel felt a crushing depression grip him, and he sank to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. Why was he crying? Things like this shouldn't even bother him! He hadn't shed so much as a single tear when his aunt had died, yet here he was, crying like a baby over a broken shelf. What was wrong with him?

While Ciel was discovering his newfound strength, Sebastian was cleaning the manor, having left to give the boy some privacy. Sebastian, however, decided to check on his Young Master after hearing a dull thud and then an earsplitting crash. Easily locating the boy through the contract, Sebastian headed to the toy room and opened the door, but stopped short at the sight before him. A shelf lay in pieces on the floor, the toys that had once adorned the shelf now laying broken amidst the rubble, and his Young Master sat in a heap in the centre of the room, weeping.

Sebastian cursed himself for his incompetence. He should never have left his Master's side. The boy could not yet control his strength, and Sebastian guessed that his emotions had decided to destabilize at precisely the wrong moment. Approaching the shelf and quickly repairing both it and the toys and setting them in their proper places, Sebastian knelt down beside his Master, who looked up at with through tear-filled eyes.

"What's h-happening to me?" He sobbed.

"Your body is not yet accustomed to the changes that are taking place, such as your overabundance of strength, and as such, your emotional responses have become erratic." Ciel hung his head, and Sebastian put his hands on both sides of his Master's cheeks, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. Ciel saw, for the first time since he had become a demon, a solemn, passionate, caring look in his butler's eyes, causing his own eys to widen in shock. Maybe, just maybe...Sebastian didn't despise him quite as much as he thought.

"I promise, Young Master," he vowed solemnly, "i will be there through every step of your growth as a demon, and i will ensure that you make it through this and grow into the powerful demon I am certain you will become. See? No harm done." Sebastian said with a smirk, gesturing to the newly repaired shelf, which looked as though it had never been broken. Ciel's heart swelled at the realization that his butler was back to normal again. He'd smiled, just like he udes to, and that look in his eyes...everything was going to be just fine. Before he knew what he was doing, Ciel had wrapped his arms around Sebastian and snuggled into his chest, tears once again pooling in his eyes, though this time they were tears of joy. Sebastian froze for a second before returning the embrace, wrapping his arms around the young boy with a sigh. "Your emotions certainly are acting out, aren't they, Young Master?" He said, gently patting the back of the boy's head with his hand. Ciel smiled and leaned into his butler's warm embrace. Yes, he thought, everything was going to e just fine.

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