Disclaimer: I do not own characters used in this fanfiction. They are owned by Yana Toboso, creator of Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. OOCness may be in this story. Apologies.

Ciel opened the door to the servant's bathroom, glanced around, then entered. It was Saturday, almost a week after Ciel and Finny had agreed to their diet plan together. Of course, not wanting to make Sebastian suspicious, Ciel had eaten what he was given - just not a lot of it. He told Sebastian that he 'just wasn't hungry' or that he was 'feeling sick' and had gotten away with it, though he suspected that the demon knew he was lying. No matter; if he had lost weight, it was worth it, even if at times he felt slightly dizzy and at others felt hungry. But if he met his goal (90 lbs, that was safe, right?) he could go back to his regular eating habitats. He wondered what Finny's goal was, or if Finny even had a goal. It would be interesting if he did.

The door opened, catching Ciel's attention. As he turned around, Finny came in, looking slightly flushed from working in the sun. He closed the door behind him, then sighed.

"S-Sorry for the mess I caused," Ciel heard Finny murmur, and he didn't know what mess, nor did he want to. He just shook his head and began to take off his jacket. No point in not getting the honest weight, even if did lead to-

"Eh?! Master, what are you doing?!"

-awkward questions. Ciel sighed.

"I don't wish to see extra pounds added by my clothes," he explained, thankful that he hadn't wore a tie today, "I'd recommend you do the same, though your clothes are quite light weight, so I don't think it will make much difference." He paused. "Keep your underwear on though." Finny averted his eyes away from Ciel whilst blushing, but nodded, gripping the bottom of his shirt and lifting it over his head. Ciel turned around to lesson Finny's discomfort and continued to take off his clothes. He stopped when he had reached his shorts, then turned back to see how Finny was doing. He was looking away from Ciel, and continued to do so as he bent down to reach the scales from under the sink. For a few moments, Ciel looked at Finny's behind, before he realised what he was doing and looked away sharply.

No, he told himself, you shouldn't do that, remember? You like girls! Not men! Even as he thought those words, he knew he was lying. But then he repressed the feelings, put them to the back of his mind and began to think about how when this blasted diet was over, he could go back to normal. Then he had a thought. If he went back to normal, wouldn't he regain that weight that made him fat in the first place? He bit his lips as he debated the best course of action. No, he thought, best stay on the diet, unless Sebastian says otherwise.

"Yes!" Finny cried in happiness, "Half way there!" Ciel looked at Finny in confusion, as the gardener turned to face him, a wide smile on his face.

"I just want to drop a stone, is all," he explained, still smiling, "Not much weight." Ciel nodded slowly, though he knew Finny had only lost roughly seven pounds. Was his goal really that low? Ciel sighed, then got on the scales himself as Finny left them to redress rather quickly. The scale settled onto 98lbs. Ten pounds. Ciel almost had a hard time believing it; he didn't ever realised he had lost that much. True, he was sending lunch back half eaten under previously mentioned excuses, but ten pounds? He didn't even feel any different.

Maybe I should aim for 85, Ciel thought, stepping off the scales and picking his trousers up. I might feel a difference then. He sighed, picked up the scales and put them beneath the sink. He turned around, dismissed Finny, left himself, and wondered back to his bedroom, not really thinking until he bumped into Sebastian. For a moment, Ciel didn't move, enjoying how close he was to his black haired, crimson eyed butler - but in the next, he had stepped away, not wanting anyone to suspect... That. He looked at his butler.

"Yes?" He asked, somewhat impatiently, "What is it?"

"I was just going to call you to bed," Sebastian said, "It's half an hour until your bedtime."

Ciel nodded, pushing past Sebastian with some difficulty and heading towards his bedroom. He entered it, changed into his nightgown, then sat legs crossed on the bed. He reached for his book (Les Miserables - the history of french sewers had never been so entertaining), but stopped himself. Couldn't he figure out how to lose more weight? Surely, that would be a better way to spend half an hour. Frowning, Ciel rubbed his head in attempts to figure how.

Exercise? No, Sebastian would hear me, he thought. He exhaled, blowing air from his nose in a irritated manor. What was it that caused people to get fat, again? Food, Ciel thought, before nearly hitting himself. Food! I can stop eating some food! What is it that they makes people fat again? He frowned. Oh, that's right. Creamy stuff, and meat. Sweet things as well. They'll have to go. But wait...He groaned in frustration, Sebastian will notice... Ciel sighed. He would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it. He reached for his book and climbed under the bedsheets, reading until Sebastian came in, took the book off of him, and turned off the lights, Shortly after that, Ciel managed to fall asleep. He was woken up the next morning by his butler, who began to dress the boy.

"For today's breakfast," Sebastian said in his silk smooth voice, pale hands doing the buttons on Ciel's shirt, "You have a choice between cottage chees and fruit, or porridge with cream and blueberries."

"Cottage cheese with fruit," Ciel replied, even though he didn't know if the cottage cheese was fattening or not, "please."

"Of course, young master," Sebastian replied, now tying a necktie, "Are you feeling better today, young master? I do hope you aren't sickening for something."

"I'm fine, Sebastian," Ciel replied, a little aggressively, "Honestly, you're gettting worked up over nothing. It was just a little quesiness."

Sebastian stepped back from Ciel and examined him. He looked as though he was going to say something, but didn't, instead bowing and leaving the room, with a small voice in the back of his mind telling him that yes; Ciel was a little bony looking today.

Like I said last time. I suck at ending individual chapters. Anyway, hopefully, this fic will be updated every Sunday or Monday. If not, well, please don't yell at me.