Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler I & II nor do I write this for profit.


It still puzzled him. Ciel whipped his mouth with a napkin while tracking his butler through the house by his presence. He was in the basement finishing up some laundry. He sighed and stared down at his empty plate. In the reflection was a younger boy's face, two dark blue eyes staring back at him. His eyes were wide and innocent at first glance, something that made people trust him. Or lust after him. The eye patch was long gone when he figured out how to change his eye colors one boring afternoon. Good riddance, that thing was itchy sometimes.

His hand absentmindedly went down to graze his side, where his slave brand resided. His fingers curled until his sharp, black tipped nails dug into his flesh through his white button-down shirt. Damn them. But, his fingers suddenly froze. They were dead, all of them. He was sure.

He pushed back his chair and got up, leaving the mess for Sebastian. His fingers tugged at the end of his black briefs while he walked. He was surprised when they didn't have underwear in Victorian Era. This made children of this time make dirty jokes and laugh about how uncomfortable it possibly was. Ciel thought a bit before admitting that it was uncomfortable but he was to push it off to attend to other more important matters.

Speaking of which, he had a project due. A simple book report for Accelerated Language Arts. What book should he write it on? He liked Non-Fictions as much and Fictions, maybe a Fant- ?

He was snapped out his thoughts when he ran into someone coming down the stairs. His face was buried in someones chest as hands held his upper arms. He blinked and slowly looked up at his butler. Why was he touching him? And why was he so close?

Sebastian stared down at him, a brow raised slightly. He was coming down the stairs when his master was heading right for him. He thought that he wanted something or the other so he stopped, only to have his master walk right into him. Something must've occupied his thoughts for him to actually walk right into him like that.

Ciel stared at him for some more before pulling away without a word and going around him to go back up the stairs. "Sorry." He mumbled, his mind still elsewhere. This, however, surprised his butler. Sebastian turn to watch his Boccan slowly climb the steps. His over sized shirt that he has worn for all these years hid his hands and went down to mid thigh. From the beginning he guessed that it was his fathers since it didn't have Ciel's scent on it when he began dressing and undressing the child. A pale thigh and a glimpse of black briefs showing because of his tugging at them, something his has seen his little lord do many times.

For some reason Sebastian just stared, not in hate and not in pride like he used to but... in pure curiosity. Was the smell from before coming from him? He felt some anger boiling inside his master when he was cooking but dismissed it as quickly as the emotion came. Ciel reeked of anger. Could it be that? He did not know and couldn't wait to find out. With a smirk he turned back around to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

-.-

As Ciel reached the top steps he seemed to be getting out of his thoughts long enough to register what just happened. Wasn't Sebastian just in the basement? He shook his head and headed for his room. He should be used to his demons speed by now. And that moment in the staircase, now that he thought back to it, Sebastian seemed to be searching for something in his eyes and still doing so when he climbed the steps.

In fact, he could feel Sebastian's gaze slowly drifting up and down his form. Was the demon planning something? Ciel opened the door to his room and shut it behind him quietly. He shed his briefs (He was still used to not sleeping with anything put a shirt on) before folding them over on his computer chair and climbing into his king sized bed.

If that demon was planning something it better not be a plan to seduce him or something. He knew that demons can also get fed off of sexual intercourse and he will not participate in anything of the sort. If Sebastian was hungry then he'd let him go hunt for a soul. Preferably one of a hobo or criminal or something. He didn't like taken innocent lives.

This made him think about his next meal. Human food will not sustain him and slowly he will crave for a human to tear into. He shuddered at the thought but was determined to face it when the time came. He was no procrastinator but this was a different matter. A matter of taken another's life with his own hands. He had never killed anyone not even when he was human. Sure, he gave orders but the was different from actually putting a bullet to someones head. It would be best if he could put off devouring a soul until he would almost go crazy from hunger so he can block the world out. Hopefully at that time, there will be a black spot in his memory.

Although, things in his life don't seem to ever go uphill.


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