AN - I'm slowly becoming tired of ensuring each section is 666 words long. I'm tempted to stop paying so much attention to the word count and just write naturally. Lol. I hope you don't mind. This chapter may be the last for a while. I have so much work to catch up on for college. But I promise that I'll try to write when I get the chance, just because you guys make me SO happy with your kind words and encouraging reviews!

Warning - Apparently it's not as OOC as I fear, but this might change as the story progresses. Boy love is likely to become a bit more apparent. This story is based solely on the anime...which incidently...

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Methods Of Entertainment

Ciel was awoken by the distinct but soft sound of china clinking as Sebastian pushed the breakfast cart down the long corridor to the Master's chambers. Ever since he became a demon, Ciel's senses had heightened dramatically. Even from his bed he began to catch the scents of the items he was being bought to enjoy at breakfast. The tea, the sweetness of some mixed fruits, the homely smell of fresh bread and, as much as it troubled him to think, the scent he'd learnt belonged only to Sebastian.

Covering his face up to his eyes with his blankets, Ciel calmed his breathing until he felt happy he could emulate sleep. His days were filled with the need to copy his life on earth, he was happy then, though he was only just realising it. Now he was endlessly bored, and alone. Sebastian behaved as if nothing had changed, but Ciel missed the hustle of his days spent in London, the work of lessons and caring for the company, the adrenaline and frustrations caused by various people. All he had left was Sebastian and their farcical replication of his daily routine.

Sebastian paused outside the bedroom door and knocked softly before entering. Ciel lay perfectly still, listening to the sound of his butler opening the curtains and setting out the breakfast items on the small table beside the window. "Young Master, breakfast is ready." The soft voice of the demon came, as if he were not aware the child was awake. Ciel sighed. "I have prepared something slightly different for you today." The boy frowned, it smelt like...

"Pancakes, fruit syrup, fresh bread, butter, scrambled eggs and strong Earl Grey tea." He said, eyes still closed. Sebastian smirked.

"The Master's sense of smell is very refined." He said, watching the boy in the bed slowly sit up and blink open sapphire blue eyes, the violet of his contract mark barely showing in the light of the morning sun. Ciel's attention was drawn from the sight of his 'breakfast' rather swiftly to the items Sebastian had perched atop his head.

"You can take those off you know." He mumbled, slightly embarrassed, before turning his attention to the single dish Sebastian had placed on the table. It was filled with a mess of food, watery and discoloured by what Ciel could only assume was the tea and the fruit syrup. He frowned and glanced back to his servant, who was patting the hair around the cat ears Ciel had given him yesterday. "What exactly is this?"

"Well, I had noticed you've become rather...please take no offense, but you've become rather sluggish. This is shown in the vast amounts of sleep you've been taking. I believe this is partially due to the fact you are eating unnecessarily. Demons do not require sleep; it is considered a luxury taken only once every so often. Similarly, we do not eat physical food other than as a treat, over eating of human food stuffs may eventually cause a demon to become severely over weight. I chose to make this as a way of you enjoying the scent of the food, but to be unappealing visually so to break your body's habit of wanting to eat in the mornings."

Ciel raised an eyebrow and eyed the black cat ears Sebastian was wearing. "I am wearing these simply because I like them." The demon declared cheerfully before pulling back his master's blankets and swiftly stripping him of his night shirt before dressing him for the day. Ciel sat passively as he was dressed, standing when necessary and concentrated on the scent of his breakfast. A slightly shaky sigh emitted the young teenager's mouth. "Young Master, have I displeased you? I can make some breakfast if you really desire it." Sebastian looked concerned.

"No, that's not it." He said and shook his head when the butler clutched at his cat ears in concern. "I'm...simply...bored." Ciel huffed in embarrassment. Sebastian blinked.

"How should we rectify this?"

Ciel looked at his butler thoughtfully before sighing once more in a wistful manner. "I wish we could leave this house." He said, glancing out of the window longingly. The grounds did not draw Ciel to them, he wanted to recapture the sense of adventure he'd become accustomed to. Sebastian chuckled.

"That's an easy wish to fulfil, I would offer to pack a picnic...but we've already discussed the fact neither of us need such food. The grounds are quite lovely. You could even point out anything you'd like to change. I have been working on the gardens; there are different sections to it. One is a Japanese stone garden as we designed in your previous manor. Then, of course, I have cultivated extensive rose gardens; there are fountains and even the beginnings of a sensory garden. The wind in the grasses makes quite a pleasing sound and the lawn is made up of various trimmed plants that release scent when bruised. Also, I'm rather fond of the skull topiary but I think it may be a bit overwhelming..."

"No. I don't mean the grounds." Ciel spoke up, cutting his butler's rampaging speech on the topic of gardening off before he could go into intensive detail. The dark haired man actually pouted, causing Ciel to raise his eyebrows in slight shock. Since he'd returned the day before, he was behaving bizarrely. It wasn't even a return to his usual mannerisms from when they were on Earth, he was more...Ciel supposed it was happiness. More energetic, he smiled more, not his usual smirk, but a real smile. The boy was concerned that the mere day's break from his presence had relieved Sebastian's gloominess. "Sebastian, you've been acting...oddly." he interjected before his butler could comment on his desire to explore Hell.

"Ah, I am?" he asked with faux nonchalance. Ciel merely nodded, blue eyes fixed intently on reddish brown ones, watching for any evasiveness. "I suppose...I'm just no longer hungry. And I have been hungry for a long time." Sebastian looked away and cleared his throat as if embarrassed by the confession of such mortal reactions to hunger. It was humans who showed odd behaviour due to hunger be it anti-social, overly energetic, tiredness or even weakness. Demons should be above such things, though Sebastian did tend to appreciate and hunt out the more difficult of souls to dine on. "So, did you want to go somewhere specific, or just out?" he questioned, not quite comfortable with the thought of his delicate seeming young master out amongst the demons.

"I don't know." Ciel hummed thoughtfully. "I thought maybe we could go and visit your home? If you'd like to? It must be a long time since you've been there." Secretly Ciel was very curious about Sebastian's life before they'd formed their contract. Was there such a thing as nobility amongst demons? Surely Sebastian would fall into such a class if there was. He held the air of such a person, but showed deference so easily to Ciel as his butler. Much to his disappointment, Sebastian shook his head.

"My home isn't there anymore." He didn't look sad, merely as if stating a simple fact.

"Oh, well, I guess you could just show me around a bit?" Ciel questioned, glancing up at Sebastian and immediately finding it a struggle not to laugh at the cat ears. Sebastian looked at the boy gravely.

"If we are to go out, I think it might be beneficial if I were to teach you a little bit about our society and what to expect when we leave your home." Ciel looked at Sebastian askance, what was there to learn! They were only going for a walk after all. Before he could voice any of his thoughts, Sebastian had collected the 'breakfast' and was heading towards the door. "I will meet you in the school room shortly Young Master." He said before exiting the room, a worried frown hidden from the boy watching him leave.

Ciel sat at his school desk, legs swinging as he awaited his butler turned tutor. The boy could not fathom what he needed to learn about, simply to go out. The door opened before Ciel could over tax his brain on such thoughts. The raven haired butler still wore his fluffy black cat ears and without pause he began speaking upon entering the room.

"There are two main classes here, the Demons and the tortured. Their relationship is not exactly the arrangement your religions on Earth teach. The tortured are not here to be eternally punished, though they do not exactly have any rights. We keep them rather like humans keep animals, but it is not exactly the same. Any demon may claim a tortured for as long as they wish. If one takes a particular liking to one, they have the option to...purchase it. It's something similar to our contract, though it does not hold the mutual gain element. A demon will mark a tortured as their own, this way no other demon may touch the tortured without express permission. These claimed souls appear to have a higher standing amongst the other tortured, sometimes this makes sense. For example, a demon might choose a tortured to become their companion. The soul will be lavished with attention and remain by the demon's side until they tire of them. Others may decide they like the sound of a specific soul's scream and claim them to torture themselves. The tortured have their own sector of Hell, they are kept separated from the Demons homes unless they are claimed to prevent any unfortunate accidents.

"Another thing you should bear in mind is that a Demon on their own home ground will be far stronger than anyone other than the highest powers. Here you have a far greater power than any other demon you are likely to meet. This strength is lent to those you care for and reside with you, though to a lesser degree. Once you cross the boundaries, this additional strength can no longer be tapped until you return. Each demon shapes his home to his desires. It is not a conscious thing, though it is possible to reshape aspects as you see fit. The longer a demon has resided in their home, the stronger their accumulated power."

"Is that why your home is not there anymore? Because you have not lived here for a long time?" Sebastian smiled at his Young Master's intelligence.

"Exactly. Though my home still exists, it cannot be accessed. This may be a slightly difficult concept for you to grasp. Things here exist on different plains. Your home is both physical and a part of yourself. It is like the embodiment of your soul. This is why you draw power from it. Each demon is allocated such a space, they may choose not to use it, but it is always there for them. Young demons still living with their parents may use such a space as a retreat. This is what I need to talk to you of next.

"Children are very precious here. Demons may breed but once every half century, and a child is not always guaranteed of a coupling. A demon will only be able to carry young if they have the right temperament and if the one they copulate with is someone they care for deeply. The pair must also both be demons. A demon cannot carry a human's child, though there is a very rare occasion of a demon falling in love for a human and siring a child. This does not happen often. Very few demons are born, so they are doted upon. You must be very wary. Demons with children automatically gain a higher standing in our hierarchy. Since you are even more of a rarity in having been human, it is possible you will be sought out. You should not leave here without me. It would also be best that we hide our contract."

Ciel pouted. He'd come to the conclusion when he'd ordered Sebastian to go and eat, that he no longer needed to wear his eye patch as there was nothing to hide any longer, and had actually been looking forward to having the use of both his eyes again. And there was also the pleasantly possessive feeling he encountered every time Sebastian chose to remove his gloves and show the world his contract. Why the sight of the purple brand glowing on the back of the older man's hand made him feel so euphoric Ciel couldn't tell. The demon butler obviously felt similarly as he smiled a little sadly and attempted to console his small master.

"It is only necessary when we go out of the grounds, and it won't be for much longer. But whilst you are still very much a child, I must do everything I can to protect you. I will not allow you to be taken away. The sign of our contract would bring too much attention to you specifically and, being so young, you could easily be manipulated if others knew you were once human." Ciel was confused, why would their contract signify he was human? As if reading his thoughts, Sebastian continued his explanation obviously still in 'tutor mode'. "Demons only mark one another in such a way when..." the demon almost looked as if he would be blushing, were his will not made of iron and fighting the warm flush away from his cheeks. "Well, under certain circumstances. The only other time a demon bears such a mark is when contracted to a human. Since you are so young, the only feasible reason for us to bear signs of our contract is your once human soul. This makes you a rare prize, and I would rather not have demons fighting over my master."

Ciel wanted to ask the other reason for demons to share a contract mark since Sebastian clearly did not wish to share, but the possessiveness in the butler's voice distracted him. Ciel was not used to feeling as if he were precious. He had always seen the people he interacted with as pieces in a game of chess, loyal to him only if he played well. To hear Sebastian's voice deepen and to watch his eyes glow slightly red made Ciel realise that he was no longer a part of the game he had been playing. He was suddenly playing a new game, one much bigger and – judging by Sebastian's words – this game had higher stakes. And Ciel did not yet know the rules.

"Unfortunately, I have yet to find horses, and I believe I am right in thinking you have not ridden since you were about five?" Sebastian continued, oblivious to his master's whirlwind of thought. Ciel nodded, the butler's words bringing to mind his little black pony which had broken its leg in an attempt to jump its stable door in a storm and had to be put down. He had refused any riding lessons ever since. "It is not customary for demons to use carriages, so I am afraid we will have to walk." Sebastian looked genuinely contrite, Ciel just smiled contentedly.

"I should enjoy the exercise. I feel like I've been cooped up in this house for years!" The boy looked at the demon and sighed, itching to be free of the confining walls of his home. "I suppose...if you have nothing left to teach me, we should ready ourselves to leave?" The demon grinned.

"I have a great deal more to teach you, but for now, you should change into something more suitable. It is, after all, the very first impression you will cast upon your neighbours, you must look your best." Ciel snorted softly and followed Sebastian back to his room, trying to quash the nagging sensation his body was filling him with. He felt hungry, but if Sebastian said he didn't need to eat, then he would trust his butler.

A.N - Please be aware that I am making my own version of Hell up as I go along. And if anything confuses you, do tell me. I'll try to make it clearer! :D

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