ACT TWO: CIEL

"Where is my Little Sebast? He's already late for three minutes!" said Grell as I watched him jumping around the studio and biting his nails. "What if he had a car accident?"

"Don't be ridiculous, how could that kind of thing happens on him?" I replied without looking.

Three month ago, after the release of the Black Butler television series, a contract was signed, attesting that I, Ciel Phantomhive, was officially a member of the UT entertainment. With the help of my choreographer Sebastian (and my manager Grell), my debut was qualified as the "most spectacular success of the year".

If it wasn't Undertaker's idea, nobody would ever know that Sebastian was a professional hip-hop dancer.

The door opened. As Grell swooped on him, Sebastian stepped on his head and walked in.

"You're late. I'll make sure that you'll have your punishment…" I break my sentence when I saw a sluttish trash blond popped out.

"You must be Ciel-kun! I'm Alois. Nice to meet you!" He hugged me with his muddy ripped cloth piece and whispered "I like your perfume."

"Sebastian!" I called as I tried to push that Alois away.

"Oh dear!" Sebastian pulled him back rapidly to the door and blamed him. "I thought I told you to wash and change before stepping in the studio."

"Sebastian!" I repeated, still confused. "What on Earth is going on?"

"Sr. Undertaker has just sign in a new member," he said calmly while Grell flirted around. By the time he finds a new manager, Alois is staying with us to learn singing and dancing. Also, Sr. Undertaker wants you to feature his debut song."

"But I don't have time for this!"

"But you must. Sr. Undertaker is looking forward to your cooperation." He argued as he stepped closer to me. Then he whispered, "Don't worry; I'll take care of this."

What was Undertaker expecting with this piece of trash?

"I'm back Sebastian!" Alois re-popped out. That was unexpectedly quick. He was completely clean and he was wearing the official UT t-shirt that Undertaker usually gave to volunteers. He doesn't look like a sluttish trash anymore, but a recycled sluttish trash.

He grabbed Sebastian's arm and asked "do you like my outfit? How do I look?"

"Better," Sebastian answered with a smile. He then lowed his voice and added "probably."

Perhaps, only Grell didn't hear that.

"You little brat!" Grell stepped forward and yelled without even noticed he revealed his sharp teeth. "Are you trying to steal my Little Sebast here?"

"Nice to meet you, miss... or mister rude-attitude." Alois replied with confidence and laughed. "What are you going to do if I steal him? I'm thief anyway."

"Don't you dare insulting me like that!"

Perhaps, Alois did not notice his teeth yet. *sight*

"Enough, you two!" Sebastian interfered. "Now, let's start today's practice."

[…]

So this morning, I had a very bad practice.

"For today's lunch, I made apple pie burrito and red apple punch. The dessert will be backed apple betty with a dollop of whipped apple cream." Sebastian said as he presented the lunch box.

Yesterday, on an apple picking trip with Sabastian, we picked so much that we even donate a large quantity to the UT company. Now, everyone must be on an apple diet.

"Oh! My Little Sebast!" Grell called out, wiggling his body like a fish. "Why do you always make lunch for him? I want to be served, too!" he said as he formed fish-like lips.

"Wow! Sebastian, you're so awesome!" Alois popped out again and crushed on Grell's head. Then he added bunch of nonsense about how he was impressed and took my burrito, analyzing it without obviously washing his hands. His saliva almost fell on it.

He licked his lips.

"Keep it," I said impatiently.

"…really?"

"Of course. Now, go away."

He didn't move. Instead, he stared me with his light blue eyes. Didn't he hear me?

"Wha-" I started as he suddenly began to cry. "What's wrong?" I change my tone.

"It's just… No one had ever offered me food before. I'm so glad!" He hugged me and raised his voice. "Ciel-kun, I love you so much!"

Grell must be assured.

Like a shot, when a drop of tear reached my shoulder, I started feeling compassion, which however did not last long; it ended when Alois generously sneezed on my shirt. No way!

"Sebastian! Take him off of me! … and I need to change cloth."