A.N - I am an awful procrastinator. This has become my escape from everything I'm supposed to be doing! If I'm not careful I'm going to fail college! oops.

Disclaimer - I do not make any money from my scribblings. I own nothing!

Warnings - Hmm, unbearable sweetness? Fluff and stuff? Possibly OOC, not entirely sure. Hints of Yaoiness if you squint. Still trying to decide on their relationship at this point.

Methods Of Entertainment

Ciel regretted his last order to Sebastian almost as soon as the butler left. He'd been bored before, but now he was utterly alone in his boredom. It was too early to go to bed, and he'd already taken a nap. The boy pouted and left the toy room before pacing his home. He supposed he could find something to do; Sebastian had stocked the large mansion with many various activities. Ciel could probably make use of the kitchen, but he really didn't know the first thing about cooking. He wondered what mysteries his home contained; he only used a handful of the rooms after all. There could be any number of exciting secrets. A torture room, a room devoted to the Devil, one filled with weapons, one dedicated to cats (Sebastian adored cats); perhaps there were hidden passages and rooms only known about by the builders and Sebastian. Then again, there could also be an array of empty rooms, and Ciel did not want to face that. Feeling very gloomy the boy allowed his feet to carry him where ever they wished and soon found himself outside a familiar door. Tears threatened to fill his eyes as he passed through the unassuming door and into a room that held hundreds of happy memories. His mother's retreat, a drawing room with large bay windows overlooking the grounds facing south and therefore filled with sunshine for the majority of the day. Lady Rachel spent a great deal of time in the room, having tea with her friends and most of all sewing. She loved to pass her time, a young Ciel on the soft rug playing with a collection of toys, sewing. Even though she had the staff able to mend Ciel's clothes, or even the money to purchase new ones, she delighted in the art of needle and thread. And so, when he was young, Ciel often traced the unique stitching his mother had lovingly used to repair any small tears.

The room had a large unit along one wall filled with drawers, each in turn stuffed with all the colours under the sun in various forms such as buttons, thread, cloth and wool. Ciel smiled fondly at a particular memory that arose as he sat on a small foot stool. He was four or five, sitting patiently before his mother. She was dazzling in a peacock blue dress with a resplendent collar of the bird's feathers rising behind her head and a mask perched atop her carefully pinned curly hair. She was tying something carefully into her son's hair, making sure not to pull as she fastened the ornaments securely. Ciel was excited, this was to be his first masquerade and there was promised to be a real Magician to delight the children whilst the adults engaged in dance and conversation. His clothes were as close a match to his hair as could be found, his shorts a slightly darker shade of greyish blue. He wore white socks with a black ribbon on each and shiny black shoes similar to those his father wore. His nose had been painted black at the tip and a few fine black lines radiated out across his cheeks. Ciel held his mask in his hands which rested on his lap. It was a grey colour with a blue tinge, once again to match his hair. The eye holes were almond shaped, to resemble cat eyes. He stroked a finger against the mask's surface which was furred. It was surely the nicest mask at the ball. Ciel smiled happily up at his mother, a hint of awkward hard substance temporarily glued to his top canine teeth to give them a more predatory appearance. Ciel was fond of cats even though he was highly allergic to them. And now he was to be a cat for the evening, ears attached to his hair by his mother, tail pinned to his shorts with no visible mean. It would be great fun.

The memory made Ciel both happy and sad; he missed his mother dearly and knew that, though he no longer inhabited the world of the living, he would never see her again. She was a good woman who believed in heaven and followed the Ten Commandments. His father, however, had killed more than once. Perhaps he resided somewhere in hell. Ciel sighed and looked around the room, eyes falling on the unit. Wondering if he could recreate the cat ears he'd worn as a child, Ciel rifled through the drawers of fabrics and collected everything he believed he'd need before settling in his mother's favourite armchair and began to read a book on the art of textiles and sewing. He'd always wanted a pet cat, ever since he was a very small child. Their soft fur and sleek bodies had always appealed to the boy, how affectionate they could be, how their personalities differed. Dogs were nice, but they tended to be blindly obedient and often very exuberant. Ciel had wanted a kitten to curl up with and trail a string for. Instead he'd had to settle with a dog, which had really preferred his father. The boy began his work slowly, unaccustomed to wielding a delicately shap object such as a needle.

Though he finally managed to create what he wanted to, it was not without injury. He felt like he'd skewered his fingers multiple times and had only just succeeded in not getting blood over his work. Swiftly cleaning off the blood from his hands, Ciel tied his cat ears into his hair and grinned at their weight as he attached his tail. Glancing out of the window, Ciel was glad to see his activities had used the last of the sun's light. Leaving the room, Ciel soon found himself in the kitchen. Though he knew he had no need for food, his body clock still associated this time with a meal. Sighing, not able to cook anything to even satisfy his olfactory senses, Ciel left the kitchen and prepared himself for bed. When he'd dressed for bed and transferred his tail to his nightshirt, Ciel found he could not sleep. It didn't feel right readying himself for bed and having no one to bid him pleasant dreams. He'd never been alone in such a way. His mother would tuck him into bed, or his nanny, and then Sebastian had taken over the job of doing such tasks. Scowling, the blue haired, kitty eared boy stalked across his bedroom and sat on the window seat, watching the moon sullenly. It was different in hell than on earth. The moon took on a ruddier glow and appeared much bigger than he remembered it being.

The picture religion painted of hell was far off the reality, as far as Ciel had seen. There were no pits of fire, no screaming souls, eternally tortured. But then again, perhaps he was seeing the side of hell that was for the demons. Maybe the burning and torture was reserved only for the eternally damned. Or there was the possibility that each demon shaped his own piece of Hell to be whatever he wanted. Ciel didn't know. But the moon looked nice that colour, like a pumpkin hanging in the sky, or a dying sun. "Now is not the time to be poetic." The boy scolded himself and stifled a yawn with one hand. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't bring himself to move. If he watched for long enough, maybe he would see Sebastian return. Finding a soul to feed on shouldn't take his butler too long. Not after he instructed him to return swiftly. He studied his sore fingers, eyeing the puncture wounds thoughtfully before soothing and cleaning them with gentle licks. Making the cat accessories had been more difficult than he'd imagined, but he was pleased with the dye he'd made. The ears atop his head matched his hair almost exactly. Ciel felt proud of his work.

Sebastian hummed in satisfaction as he entered the mansion via the servant's door. He felt pleasantly full and energised after managing to devour twin souls. Noting the time on his pocket watch, the butler decided to check on his master before catching up on any work he may have missed out on completing during the day's unusual activities. Ciel was undoubtedly capable of getting himself to bed without assistance, but Sebastian would not be able to concentrate without seeing him asleep. Entering his young master's chambers, Sebastian was concerned to find the bed ruffled, as if by great amounts of tossing and turning, but empty of the small teenager's sleeping form. Glancing around the room, the demon's eyes widened and began to glow red at the sight of Ciel curled up on his window seat, cat tail curled snugly about him and the tip on a cat ear visible on the top of his head. He was sleeping, why he'd chosen the window seat over his bed was anyone's guess, but the butler couldn't quite focus on anything but the cat like appendages.

After gazing at the boy for a while, Sebastian curled his toes up, holding his breath in a desperate attempt to contain the squeal of 'KITTY!' that so desperately tried to claw its way free of his throat. Managing to throttle the word, Sebastian could not quite achieve total silence and a small squeak of excitement escaped him. Before he knew it the demon was across the room, kneeling close beside Ciel who sleepily blinked open one eye. "...bastian." The boy mumbled, pleased to see the demon had returned, but not quite coherent so soon after waking. The man smiled gently, internally cooing at the adorable qualities of the cat-boy who was struggling further and further into wakefulness. Once the boy's eyes opened fully, his patch discarded in preparation for bed, the butler responded to his sleep muffled greeting.

"Young Master." Sebastian nodded his greeting. Getting over his initial delight at the cat-like features his master had sprouted, he felt intense envy and sorrow washing over him. "Why did I miss it? Why did you receive the honour of becoming a Hell-Cat? You don't even like cats." Ciel blinked and shifted to a more upright position.

"I never said I didn't like cats Sebastian, I am merely allergic." The boy said, uncertain about what else the demon meant. Even as he spoke, Sebastian had continued muttering darkly about 'stupid birds', how things were 'unfair' and 'much too soon'. Ciel was confused by the sudden dark expression on Sebastian's face, but as the mumbling continued, combined with the certainly unwarranted death glare Sebastian was giving him, he lost his patience and grabbed at his butler's hair. The demon froze, Ciel had never done such a thing before, and fought back a growl as his young master tugged and pulled at his ebony locks before releasing him and frowning. "There. I made you some too. I'd have given them to you sooner if you hadn't behaved so oddly.

Ciel was pouting. He'd thought Sebastian would like his creations, considering his adoration of cats. The butler was staring at the boy in mild shock before slowly rising to his feet and gazing at his reflection in the looking glass. Two feline ears graced his head. Ciel watched with intense amusement as an expression of the purest joy shone across Sebastian's face. A small hand pressed itself again smiling lips to contain his laughter as Sebastian tilted his head from one side to the other, admiring his reflection. The ears looked good on the man; his cat-like mannerisms made him look quite adorable. Ciel had managed to match the ears to the demon's glossy black hair suitably well, and was pleased to see that he'd broken the pattern of unusual behaviour. What had troubled the demon, he did not know, but obviously such dark thoughts had been wiped from his mind in favour of enjoying his reflection.

After adjusting his ears to his liking, Sebastian turned to Ciel and frowned slightly. "You made them?" he asked slowly, coming to kneel before the boy once more. Ciel simply nodded and allowed the butler to prod at his own blue cats ears. "But...you said you were allergic to cats." Sebastian said, cringing slightly at the thought of some poor kitty being skinned to make the ears and Ciel's tail. Ciel rolled his eyes.

"It's not cat fur. I believe mine are made of rabbit fur and yours fox. I could be mistaken." Sebastian nodded his understanding and smiled.

"Thank you. This is the most wonderful gift I have ever recieved." He said happily, patting one of his own ears fondly. Ciel looked amused and reached out to tweak Sebastian's cat ear back into place, wincing slightly as the fur irritated his sore fingers. The butler captured his master's hand and clucked over the many needle pricks as well as the icy coldness. Ciel blushed. "This is why you wear a thimble." He said, eyeing the wounds with a critical eye. "Wait here a moment." The butler instructed before straightening, patting Ciel's head and leaving the room. Before the boy could react in any way more than a surprised blink at the fond gesture, Sebastian had returned with a soft wash cloth, some bandages and a bowl of warm water.

Taking Ciel's hands one at a time, the demon bathed them with the utmost care, looking very tender - if a little silly with his cat ears on. Ciel suffered the care in silence, though his current body temperature made the warm water feel like it was scalding hot, and struggled to keep his mind from contemplating how adorable Sebastian looked with his ears on, the tender expression only adding to the heart warming image. As he had his hands wrapped up carefully, Ciel yawned, eyes feeling heavy. It was odd how he'd gone from sleeplessness, to a gradual slumber, to waking and now he felt very comfortable. Just as he was drifting towards sleep, Ciel felt Sebastian scoop him into his arms and carry him to his bed. He automatically snuggled close against Sebastian's chest, trying to leech as much heat from the demon as he could. Vibrations issuing from the butler's chest informed Ciel that the demon was chuckling at his behaviour, but he was too cold to care.

"Shu'up." He mumbled, "Cold." Talking was such a struggle. He was so tired, all of a sudden.

"That would be why you're meant to sleep in bed." Sebastian chided teasingly, prying stubborn fingers from his clothes and tucking Ciel's blankets around the all but sleeping child. Ciel rubbed at his eyes and yawned.

"You took toooo long." He informed the butler. "Was waiting to...give you...mmmm ears." Sebastian smiled and gently freed the ears from Ciel's hair and placed them beside his eyepatch.

"I see. Well, thank you Young Master. Sleep well." He said quietly and turned to leave the room. A tug to his sleeve halted him. "Do you require something else?" Ciel frowned in concentration.

"Tail, not comfortable." He managed to say, wriggling free of his blankets reluctantly and shifted to swipe at the tail attached to his nightshirt. Sebastian chuckled once more and, striving to keep his mind and hands to their tasks, deftly removed the tail and hastily tucked his young charge back into bed. Ciel sighed and snuggled down under his blankets. "Still cold." He murmured. Sebastian smirked, perhaps someone was reluctant to be left alone.

"Should I light the fire Young Master?" he queried, spreading yet another thick blanket over the bed. Ciel's forehead creased in thought.

"No. Want you to get..." his cheeks dusted almost unnoticeably pink as he changed his mind about his request. "Nothing." He mumbled.

"What is it? You won't sleep if you're cold." Sebastian raised an eyebrow, curious about the imperceptible blush.

"Mm, hot water bottle." Ciel instructed sleepily, eyes drifting closed.

"Yes, My Lord."

A.N - I'd like to thank you for the reviews, it's lovely to see that people are enjoying my doodling. I really hope this chapter makes you laugh, it made ME giggle at least! :)

Hee hee, sleepy Ciel is adorable! ^_^

Dreamy xxx