A/N: This chapter is a little bit more Edward-centric, as Sebastian is trying to figure him out. Next chapter will have more about Ciel and Ed, and hopefully some Elizabeth for some amusement. Bear with me with this chapter, I wanted some Edward/Ciel psychology coming from Sebby, and some studying of their emotions/ opinions. Please enjoy!

Although Edward was disturbed that Sebastian had changed his clothing in the first place, he understood that it was plausible to happen again.

"You must get into day-time attire, Edward." Sebastian tounged, looking completely comfortable with the implications at hand.

"...Uh, okay, I guess..?" Edward pronounced awkwardly, shifting from leaning on his flesh leg, to his prosthetic.

"Would you like me to pick something of the young master's closet, or should I take you out shopping today?"

"...shopping's fine, but why can't I just wear my normal cloths?"

Sebastian chuckled at that remark. "Your other outfit is far from normal, as you must know."

Ed rolled his eyes, barking "Yeah, well...whatever!"

"For now, wear the young Lord's casual attire, which consists of a blue blazer with a bow-tie made of satin, and a-"

Edward tuned him out by listening to somebody downstairs clanging around with dishes or something. Although curious, Ed stayed quiet to try and play off that he was listening to the Butler's rant about clothing.

He focused on the obnoxious noise coming from the floor below.

"Baldo! What're you doin' in there? It sounds like a tornado is passing through the kitchen, and breakfast's in ten minutes! Hurry up in there!"

Sebastian continued chattering about dressing people or something.

"I'm bloody-sorry Mei-Rin, but since you misplaced half 'me pans, it's quite difficult to find a dish to prepare the pancakes in!"

He then picked out the clothing he was ranting on about, and was unbuttoning the under-shirt.

"Well don't be so noisy, and I broke the pan a while ago, it's a shame you haven't noticed until now!"

He was asking Ed to do something, but he just ignored him by listening to the 'married couple' argument that became quite interesting.

"God dammit, you're quite clumsy, almost impossible to work with, here! How in the Hell am I supposed to prepare Pancakes, if I DON'T HAVE A GOD-DAMN PAN!"

"-lift your arms above your head so I can dress you, Edward" Sebastian finished.

Wait, what..?

"..HELL, no!" Ed hollered, Sebastian taking a step back at the sudden noise: For a moment, he thought the kid would just comply with whatever he said, but it seemed he'd snapped back to reality.

"Then how do you suppose you will get dressed?" He responded calmly...amused.

"...I'll dress myself, creep! Jeeze, I'm not a fricken' princess!"

Sebastian chuckled, then stepped back to hand the clothing to Ed. Ed stared at them in his hand, quizzical about what he was supposed to put on. He then looked up at Sebastian questioningly, but not saying whatever sort of smart-ass remark was on his mind.

Instead, he began to unbutton his night-cloths, and was about to lift them over his head when he noticed Sebastian was still standing there...

...watching.

"...Do you mind?!"

Sebastian sent him a questioning look, as though getting naked in front of a complete stranger was totally ordinary. He then gave an invisible shrug and walked out the door, shutting it softly behind him.

"...weird cloths, weirder people... I don't know what's worse; starving on the streets or being naked in front of some creepy butler." Ed said sarcastically to himself.

At breakfast, Ciel sat at his own table plagued with discomfort: This uncomfortable feeling was not self-inflicted, however. It was a result of his...guest's irritating manner of consumption.

The blonde haired boy, who sat a few months younger than the young master, was shoving food down his throat as though he was a cheetah catching an antelope in mid-air. Rather, a starving cheetah eating antelopes...

"...Do you mind?!" Ciel demanded, driven over the edge by this disgusting behavior.

Ed stopped mid chew to send an incredulous look toward the young Phantomhive boy, a look as though he didn't know how rude he was acting.

"You're chewing your food like you haven't eaten in weeks," Ciel claimed, pronouncing every syllable like it hurt, "and suddenly I've lost my appetite to eat any of the food within a few feet of your plate. Sebastian, prepare me something else."

Sebastian bowed respectfully and made his way to the kitchen; leaving Edward alone with the 'brat'.

"..You know, I actually haven't eaten anything somewhat substantial in a month." Ed stared down at his plate, not trying to make the obnoxious kid feel sorry for him, but wanting him to understand the position he was in.

Ciel scoffed at this; Edward didn't understand that Ciel had no sorrowful feelings for the lower class, as the boy had little respect for anybody at all.

Of course, the respect part (or lack there of) was similar to Edward, who didn't respect his superior officers despite their iron fists and intimidating commands: Ed was over-confident and cocky, but he was still different from Ciel when it came to political views.

Edward understood how it felt to be rich and famed; where he came from, he was a famous Alchemist, a hero. But Ciel wasn't aware that Edward was from another place, or that he was as well respected as the Phantomhive himself.

But nevertheless, Ed still had experience with the lower-class people of Amestris: He'd seen first hand that the miners in Yousewell were hard workers and respectable people; and yet, these people were just not given the same opportunity that Ciel was granted...they'd been taken advantage of.

Although Edward's view on life was more objective and empathetic than Ciel's view, he didn't dare to preach about how wrong the kid actually was...he was getting fed by him, and at the moment, didn't really fancy the idea of being kicked out to the streets again.

...Of course, that didn't mean the alchemist wasn't going to glare the boy down all through breakfast. The said boy returned the attitude, and although he only had one eye showing (as the other was hidden beheath a patch), the glare was equally as full of anger and disapproval as the blonde- behemoth, as Ciel decided to nickname him.

"Your breakfast, my lord." announced Sebastian, breaking the silent staring contest. Ciel nodded at him as though to shoo him away, and began staring at Edward again.

Sebastian's P.O.V: 3rd person

The two boys were staring at one another with killing intent; it was a delicious-looking anger that became hotter and hotter as the day progressed: Sebastian was getting hungrier and hungrier by just observing the two.

Both broken; both tempered; both arrogant; both challenging the other without understanding just what they were up against.

Even with the angry look in the children's eyes, Sebastian could see something else brewing inside the gaze his young master held;

Respect, perhaps?

Yes, respect...

Although it took the butler a moment, it was all clear: Ciel Phantomhive was glaring at the other boy with respect.

...How is that even remotely possible?

It was possible...Ciel was never faced by somebody of lower-class in such a way; in the casting system, there was nothing but fear of the upper class coming from those below...but this other kid was acting as though it meant nothing to him.

He was glaring class in the face, for Christ's sake.

Edward was not afraid of Ciel; he'd set a boundary between the two of them that stated they exchange no words of compliment, no polite conversation, and certainly not friendship.

However, he did not hold back his tounge: He argued and stated what was on his mind; although it angered Ciel greatly, it was something new...something interesting to hear for the first time.

And the most interesting part that Sebastian saw was Ciel's reaction; he complied.

He agreed to the rules that were laid out.

He would not participate in polite rich-talk. He would not befriend this boy. He would simply argue and glare at his guest.

And there would be no point in glaring at somebody you thought of as lower...

To Ciel, Edward was an equal...a rival, a behemoth, scum, but still...

Equal.

Sebastian's gaze flicked between the two challenging stares, until he grinned to himself with amusement.

His young master was readable to him; he'd been with him for what seemed like forever: so it was clear what his opinions were of Edward.

But Edward was more difficult to understand, as he was foreign to Sebastian.

But he was readable enough for the butler to understand that there was more behind the boy's golden eyes than just anger or irritation...

There was something else.

Yes, thought Sebastian, my dinner is getting tastier by the second...and I may have just found dessert.

To be honest, I need inspiration, because I wouldn't have written this chapter without it; your reviews are very...intimidating ( AngryPerson (Guest)), but all the angry reviews (and compliments too!) Really helped me write this chapter, plus I'm starting to fall in love with Black Butler all over again. (Fma's always been my fave, and recently I've been watching a lot more Naruto than either of Fma or B.B, or any other anime. The reviews are keeping me going, even though I just want to watch Naruto and sit on my ass.)

So, thanks for reading, hope you enjoy.

Reviews are inspiration!

~jmtothemusic