You know.....It's sure hard to type this while playing Cafe World. But it's just so addicting, what can i do? I'm also writing a dialectical journal too, :] Should i do my homework? Nahh too much of a hassle. Besides, Ciel is just telling me to get this over with. Let's get this show on the road.................

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Ciel looked skeptical.

"Well, I'm not too sure about how you want me to do this..."

Ash stirred his tea and sipped. He knew that Ciel would do anything for the Queen, at least for now. All he really needed was a little persuading.

" Why not?"

Ciel put down the teacup, " I need a reasonable explanation for doing something like this." He refused to show any sign of nervousness--- he wouldn't give Sebastian the satisfaction.

" There will be a fair amount of compensation after you've accomplished the task."Ash smiled pleasantly. This adorable little boy... he would love to rip him to pieces. But the Queen hadn't given him permission for that yet... Not that he really cared what the "Queen" said.

" That's not the problem, the procedure, is entirely ridiculous! Some things are completely ridiculous, what dress?? Why can't I plan out the strategy myself?"

" I thought that your loyalties lie entirely with the Queen.I'm sure that she would be disappointed in her Earl Phantomhive when she hears that he decided to not comply by her orders---- especially when she sent me out to personally deliver the message."

"But ---"

" Remember now Earl, she decided to keep quiet about the circus incident did she not? That was for you. If you truly want to serve her and England, you will see the logic behind her orders. Isn't that enough reason for you?"

Digesting this, Ciel sat there, stunned. Was there really no way out of this? He only pursed his lips and remained silent.

Ash's smile reached his purple eyes, he recognized a defeat when he saw one. He looked up when he heard chuckling; Sebastian was silently laughing into his gloved hands. So they really weren't that from the look in his eyes, Ash realized that Sebastian knew he wasn't the only one who was looking forward to embarrassing Ciel.

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As the sun set over England, it sent rays across the hills and valleys, and shimmered on the surface of ponds as if allowing them to bathe in its golden warmth before it disappeared entirely over the horizon......

clip, clop, clip, clop. " Hey now!" the driver of a navy lacquer carriage stopped the horses in front of Phantomhive mansion. A tall and handsome man stepped out carrying a small boy in his arms. Even from a distance, the duo were notable due to there polished, high society clothing and the mansion they were about to enter. Oddly enough, onlookers got the feeling that the two complimented each other very well, though both were male...... no, probably just a trick of the eye.

Sebastian started the long trek up the stone driveway to Phantomhive Mansion. In his arms, Ciel looked so fragile, as it he was made of porcelain, and that he would break if anybody prodded to hard. At this thought, Sebastian smirked to himself, it was a pretty close definition.

In his sleep, Ciel was beginning to mumble. At this, Sebastian smirked. It was one thing Ciel never discovered about himself. He's stayed up plenty of time listening to the boy ramble on and on.

"No... no! Don't make me wear.... don't make me wear it..."

" Really! It's true.... please, I don't want to be ...... a girl! no, not even for him....." Ciel fidgeted, blushing in his sleep.

"........................... The truth?... maybe I've thought about it once or twice..... but I don't wanna anymore!.... no..."

Smiling to himself and humming, Sebastian tucked Ciel into his bed, tomorrow was going to be a long day, so why not let him rest? With a gentle blow, the candle Sebastian was holding went out. " Good night, Young Master."

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It was humid..... God, it was so humid! Or maybe it was just because of where he was. Ciel frowned, and glared at the brown wall in front of him; yesterday was bad for him, but he knew that today was going to be worse.

His navy-teal-coal eyes were sparkling today, his outfit to the latest fashion, and his long, flowing hair was silky and smooth. Ciel scowled. "Sparkling" was where things began going wrong. Not to mention GOD DAMMIT he was in a...... a..... he couldn't bear to say it, the Phantomhive family would be disgraced....... he was riding inside of a goddamn wooden HORSE. Who the fuck had suggested using the Trojan Horse as the mythological theme??????

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Hello again. Wow. I am about to faint. That chapter took a lot out of me, sorta. I was this CLOSE to making this chapter a filler, and not doing the third part. haha, no I don't know why I made Ciel cuss that much. Does this story just get wierder and wierder? Oh well, I'll explain why he's dressed up in the next chapter. :p Also, thanks for the reviews!! It really encourages me to keep writing.