Sebastian & Ciel walked out of the movie theatre, their expressions blank.

"It's...sadder...when you're actually seeing it," Ciel mumbled.

"I can see why you like the book so much," Sebastian said. "The theatre was a sobbing mess at the end, I could barely hear what they were saying."

"Hey, you can't blame them! He had an eighty percent chance of living, but no...stupid John Green."

"You have me there. I was honestly expecting Hazel to die..."

"I did at first, but then I realised the writer probably knew that no one would like the book if the predictable happened. He couldn't kill Hazel, but he had to kill one of them, so that leaves Augustus."

Sebastian smirked back at him. "I see you still know how to get a product sold. That's the Earl of Phantomhive for you."

"It's a natural gift... And it doesn't take a Sherlock Holmes to see what he was going for. A child could have figured it out."

At this, Sebastian let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing at all, my lord. It's just... You do realise that you are a child, right?"

Ciel smirked at him. "Sebastian!" he said, fake pouting. "I'm almost 139!"

The raven-haired demon laughed again. "We should get ice cream. Are you hungry?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"Right. Let's get ice cream anyway."


"Since when do you like chocolate?" Ciel asked before taking a lick of his pralines & cream.

"Most human food tastes the same to me, but there are certain food items in which I can recognise different flavours, sweetness & spiciness & such." He took a small lick of the chocolate ice cream before saying, "Chocolate...is one of those things that slightly stand out. And since when do you like pralines & cream? Do you even know what pralines are?"

After Ciel had been turned into a human, while he didn't necessarily have to eat, he could still taste food. However, it didn't give him the same sustenance as before. See, demons eat souls. It's their way of living. There's no way around it, except for simply starving themselves, which, of course, they prefer not to do. Though they can eat, the food disappears in their stomachs, probably because Satan knows how to play a fair game.

"Of course I know what pralines are! They're...they... Okay, I don't know what they are, but they taste good, & that's what matters. And I never get to try new things, so I thought...y'know...why not?"

Sebastian laughed again. "You know, you didn't exactly strike me as the kind of person who likes to try new things...or the the kind that eats things with no idea of what they're made of simply because they taste good.

Ciel stared at him for a moment as they walked.

"... You're staring at me... You're either plotting revenge or hypnotised by my overwhelming sexiness. Which one is it?"

"What? Oh no, it's just..." He pointed at the knot of Sebastian's tie. "You're tie's crooked."

"Is it?" The second Sebastian looked down, Ciel grabbed his arm, pushed it foreword, so the ice cream was all over his shirt, & started running.

"Wha-Hey!" Sebastian immediately started running after him, throwing his cone into the nearest trash can.

Ciel, who wasn't that far ahead, quickly grabbed the arm of a little girl, handed her his ice cream, saying, "Here, take it!", looked over his shoulder to see how far behind his butler was, & went back to running. The girl watched him, puzzled, & Sebastian nearly ran into her. As he passed her, she stared after them, bewildered, but then remembered the ice cream & completely forgot about them, because, unlike Ciel, she knew what pralines were.

Ciel turned a corner into a dark alley. There were way too many people out there, surely Sebastian would have lost him in the-

"Hi, there. Fancy seeing you here."

Ciel froze. "How... How did..."

"If I couldn't track my master down in a crowd, then what kind of a butler would I be?" Sebastian said, picking Ciel up bridal style.

"You know, I liked this shirt... That was not a smart thing to do to your homeschool teacher."

"Ooh, what are you going to do? Give me a pop quiz when I least expect it? Have you forgotten who you're dealing with?"

"No, I could never forget the brat I somehow got stuck with for eternity. I've tried, believe me, but I can't, because you will not. Go. Away."

"Well, maybe..." Ciel put his arms around Sebastian's neck. "...but I'm your eternal brat."

Sebastian smiled back at him. "Yes...that you are." He held him closer so the blunette's head could rest on his shoulder as he carried him home.


"You have showed me the upper part of your empire, Christine, but there are strange stories told of the lower part. Shall we go down?"

She caught him in her arms, as though she feared him to disappear down in the black hole, & in a trembling voice, whispered:

"Never!... I will not have you go down there!... Beside's it's not mine... EVERYTHING THAT IS UNDERGROUND BELONGS TO HIM!"

Sebastian chuckled at his copy of The Phantom of the Opera, wondering if Gaston Leroux knew how risqué that last part sounded when he wrote it.

Thinking about calling it a night, maybe getting some sleep for a change, he got up from the couch, stretched, & was about to go to his room when he paused.

He felt like...he had forgotten something. But that was impossible. He was Sebastian Michaelis, the day he forgot something would be the day Ciel went out voluntarily & made a few friends. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised that it wasn't that he had forgotten something, he had left something undone.

He had no idea what it could be... Until he found his eyes drawn to the door of Ciel's bedroom. He shook his head & headed for his own room when he paused again.

... Alright, he could either just go on the room & check on him for two seconds, or lie awake thinking about doing it. Well, it's not like it would hurt anyone...

As quietly as he could, he opened the door & entered the room. Ciel lay on his bed, sound asleep. He was so peaceful, not unlike a dead body.

Sebastian soon found himself kneeling next to the bed of his little lord.

Ciel wasn't necessarily your average teenage protagonist. He wasn't really a normal boy either. Even aside from being a demon. What he lacked physically, he made up for in his mental strength & determination, which was probably what made the two such an unstoppable duo back in the day. He was probably the most thick-skinned human Sebastian knew... Well, was.

Another weird thing about him was that... He was extremely, ahem, good-looking, but not exactly handsome. He was...pretty. Beautiful, even. Such pale, snow-white skin, long eyelashes, eyes that were the kind of blue that you could get lost in...

Sebastian quickly snapped out of it. It didn't matter what he looked like or how interesting his personality was. It was his soul he needed from him. He only needed to push him a little further, & it would be his for the taking.

But, suddenly, Sebastian felt...sadness, when he thought about stealing-no, not stealing, it was rightfully his-taking Ciel's soul & leaving him behind with nothing more than his own broken heart. Continuing his own life without him. Without the boy that changed the way he looked at humans. The one that made him question his long life as a demon, whether all of eternity was really worth it if nothing lasted forever. The soul that made him wonder... Is this really all there is? Making contracts, living lies, eating souls...is there more?

... No, wake up, Sebastian! You can't fall in love with him. You know what the cost is.

Sebastian got up, left the room, got his book, & threw himself onto his bed. He definitely wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.


10:38...school night...tired... Reviews...appreciated. Thank you...zzzzz