PP12: Was laughing like Undertaker while writing this chapter XD Hopefully you readers will do the same!

Sebastian blinked at the sight of Ciel. Drunk? He was certainly not expecting this. But it was happening right in front of him; it would explain all the wobbling and the giddy smile on his face. So far, learning to deal with the situation looked uneasy, and it all began when Ciel abruptly lunged for the butler's legs, tugging at the fabric while chortling with laughter.

"M-my Lord?"

"I feel….I feel wonderful…." Ciel slurred and released his legs, suddenly spinning around on the spot. "I'm alive! Sebastian, this feels great!"

He took a step and instantly fell to the ground, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. He just got back up and started again twirling twice as fast. Sebastian could only gape in shock and amazement. Amazement because this was the first time he ever saw Ciel smile like that; shock because it also disturbed him. When Ciel stopped he had to spread his arms to support his balance which resulted in an utter failure. He tumbled to the floor and this time Sebastian rushed to catch him.

"Master, allow me to take you to your room," Sebastian said lifting him in his strong arms.

"SEBASTIAN!" Ciel exclaimed. "What am I, your bride?! I don't need to be carried around, I'm not a baby!"

"You cannot walk, sir," Sebastian sighed and walked up the stairs with the rambling earl cradled against his chest. It was hard to tell exactly what he was saying on the way, but at the same time it was figured best not to know. Sebastian approached Ciel's bedroom and when the earl realised what was happening he wriggled for escape.

"Please stop squirming, Master," Sebastian requested.

"But I don't wanna sleep!" Ciel wailed as he kicked his feet and eventually he was let go. Sebastian was still dumbfounded about the condition but when Ciel climbed onto the bed and bounced on it happily, an amused smirk crept on his lips. The Earl Phantomhive was showing his inner child.

"Weeeee!~" Ciel exclaimed as he jumped higher. "I'm so happy! Happy, happy, HAPPY!"

Okay, maybe this wasn't as amusing as Sebastian thought; in fact it was scarier seeing the angst child with a tortured soul he served for so long transform into a hyperactive Lizzie, minus the frilly dresses. But who knows, in this state Ciel could even consider wearing a dress.

"My Lord….stop that at once."

"You can't tell me what to do Bassy!" Ciel shouted playfully. Hearing his cursed nickname come from someone other than Grell, let alone his master, Sebastian instantly drew up a plan in his head to commit murder to whoever caused this to him. He thought carefully of the possible scenarios that made him drunk, and it all concluded to the tea Ciel drank in the Undertaker's shop. Sebastian clenched his fist.

So it was the shinigami, he growled in his thoughts, he spiked the tea and ruined my dinner. He is certainly not going to live a long life.

"Sebaaaaaastiiiiaaan!"

The demon butler snapped back into focus and was surprised to see Ciel rolling around like an idiot on the bed.

"Pay attention to me!" Ciel wailed. Sebastian sighed and felt like he was dealing with the three stooges all over again. Speaking of which there was a thunderous explosion that erupted from the kitchen that practically shook the entire room. Thankfully it was enough to calm Ciel down, however it left Sebastian with another problem to deal with.

"God dammit!" Ciel exclaimed putting a hand on his heart, "That scared the living crap out of me!" He collapsed dramatically on the bed and didn't move a muscle. Sebastian stared at the earl for a moment wondering if this was his chance to leave. Heavy eyelids dropped and Sebastian was soon out of the room and for safety reasons, he locked the door making sure that not even a single rat can get through.

An hour passed by and after some scolding with the servants, Sebastian thought it was time to check on Ciel. Knocking on the door he received a spirited "Come iiiiiiin~!" and he slowly opened it. The sight he saw next made him flush with embarrassment. Ciel was naked from head to toe. Quickly shutting the door Sebastian urged his master to re-dress himself.

"No!" Ciel pouted. "It's too hoooot!"

"You can't go walking about in the manor looking like that," Sebastian countered calmly, "And you know this."

"Where's my tea?!" Ciel whined completely changing the subject.

"I think you've had enough tea for today, my Lord," Sebastian replied.

"But I'm thirsty!" the earl complained. Sebastian rubbed his temples irritably and took a deep breath.

"At least put some clothes on."

"Why are you asking me to do it? You always dress me! You should do it!"

As much as Sebastian didn't want to face the truth, Ciel did have a point. He knew it would be hopeless leaving drunken Ciel to do something incredibly hard like buttoning his own shirt. But now there was a more reasonable excuse for that. Sebastian turned the knob and entered the room, grabbed a pair of trousers and dressed Ciel like he usually did every day, a smug smile looking down on him. Ciel weaved his fingers through Sebastian's raven hair and tugged at it repetitively. Sebastian chose to ignore it and fastened the buttons with the constant feeling of his hair being pulled. Tolerance was the number one priority of being a butler after all.

"Your hair is …." Ciel mumbled and leaned his nose on the top of Sebastian's head, smelling the scent and whispering in his ear, "….perfection."

Sebastian did up the last button and stood so Ciel was no longer near his face.

"Master, I understand you are not feeling normal, so I advise you not to leave this room until you have recovered."

"Killjoy…" Ciel muttered under his breath. Sebastian turned to leave when suddenly Ciel grabbed his wrist before he could walk out the door, pouting at him like a puppy.

You should know I highly detest dogs, however I do admire your persistence, Sebastian thought with a chuckle. "Don't look at me like that; this is for your own good my Lord."

"I make the orders, right?" Ciel smirked.

Sebastian nodded. "Of course."

"And that means you have to do as I say, riiiiight?" Ciel pressed on and he flashed a devilish grin.

"Only if it is necessary," Sebastian answered, "If you're planning on any mischief however-"

"I woooon't!" Ciel huffed and blindly walked out of the bedroom, stopped by Sebastian when he placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Until you are feeling better, you are not allowed to explore the manor no further than the study."

"Oh come on!" Ciel complained. "That's unfair!"

"It would be unfair to let someone who can barely walk wander in a dimension as big as this, and I am also reducing sweets for the day."

The look on Ciel's face was absolutely priceless. It was basically compared to a five year old who was banned ice-cream for a week. Sebastian smiled satisfyingly and guided his drunken master towards the study after stopping a few moments whenever Ciel stumbled. The amount of time it took to walk through the hallway felt like a day has passed and it was like the challenge of the day was accomplished when they reached the door to the study. Sebastian planned very carefully of how he was going to torture Undertaker slowly and painfully, but in the meantime he could only focus on the fact that his dinner would need to be thoroughly fixed in order for it to be delicious again.

This was certainly going to be one hell of an afternoon.