~Sebastian's POV~

"Hey Sebastian, is that really gonna be okay?" Baldroy asked as he sliced up the meat that he ruined with his flamethrower.

"Yes," Sebastian replied as he observed the work the others had done. His work was complete, the last thing he needed to do was to prepare the young master. However, fixing the mess that the three idiots managed to conjure seemed slightly more important.

"Mister Sebastian!" Mey-Rin yelled as she ran down the hallway to greet them. "I found them!"

It wasn't long until Mey-Rin screwed up again, as she tripped over the laces on her boots. With a strained yelp, she began to fall, the boxes she was carrying flying out in several directions. Sebastian rushed over, faster than a gale of wind, and managed to catch the clumsy maid. The boxes landed neatly on his left hand and the tip of his right shoe.

"Mey-Rin… I have told you countless times not to run in the residence." Sebastian scolded her gently.

Mey-Rin stood up awkwardly, her face the colour of strawberries. "I… I-I-I-I-I'm sorry. My glasses are broken, and I can't see very well!"

Sebastian smiled slightly, amused by how humans reacted to such blunders. "It's fine, the star of the show is safe." He kicked the box on his foot onto the stack in his hand.

"Mister Sebastian!" Finny called. Sebastian tensed, prepared to fix another mistake. "I got the pebbles and the other things you wanted from the garden shop."

Sebastian sighed a breath of relief. "Oh, is that so? Thank you. Now then… I shall see to it that everything is taken care of. Leave the rest to me, and you all take a break. Make sure you do not—I repeat, DO NOT—touch a thing."

He walked out of the kitchen, leaving the three servants trembling in fear. He felt a tidal wave of guilt drown him, but he shrugged it off almost immediately. What was wrong with him lately? He felt… different, for some odd reason. He pushed these thoughts away, and proceeded to the young master's study.

Sebastian opened the door to the distinguished carriage that pulled up to the front of the Phantomhive Estate. A young man walked out, most likely in the late twenties or earl thirties. He was a little bit shorter than Sebastian, and had a dirty blonde coloured goatee that was neatly trimmed. It was Mr. Damiano, the Italian worker of Sebastian's master.

"How impressive!" Mr. Damiano exclaimed as he looked around at the exterior of the elusive manor.

"This is called a stone garden," Sebastian said. "It is a traditional feature in Japan."

"Ah, prodigioso! Wonderful! Truly an elegant garden."

"We thought it appropriate to serve dinner alfresco this evening. Allow me to escort you inside until the meal is ready."

"Haha! I should have expected this from a Phantomhive! I cannot wait to see what else is in store."

Sebastian smirked as he guided Mr. Damiano into the study.

~Ciel's POV~

Mr. Damiano moved his game piece forward on the game board as Ciel watched intensely. Ciel was often known as the "Lord of Games" for a reason. He never lost a game, and was determined to keep up that record.

"The progress we've been making with the East India factory is quite astonishing. We already have the makings of a top-notch staff." Mr. Damiano said as Ciel made his move.

"Bewitched by the eyes of the dead. What terrible luck, it appears I lose a turn." Ciel mumbled.

"Right now is the perfect time. We should begin expanding the company and build a strong labour force—"

"Go on, it's your turn." Ciel interrupted him, as he had little-to-no patience.

Mr. Damiano looked shocked, but quickly reverted back to his happy attitude. "Yes, so I just spin this then?" He spun the dice. "Okay, there. Five spaces. Now, what I wanted to ask you. Perhaps you could contribute another twelve-thousand pounds to support our expansion? I believe it would be quite a profitable venture for you, my lord. And I would consider it an honour to help expand the Funtom Company—"

"You lose a leg in the enchanted forest."

Mr. Damiano stared at Ciel with a hint of confusion and annoyance.

"And it's your turn again, I lost a turn, remember?" Ciel gave him a calculating look.

"Oh! I see." Mr. Damiano spun the dice once again. "Right, I move six."

"You don't, that's three."

"What?"

"You lost a leg if you recall. Now you only move half the number of spaces."

Mr. Damiano gave a weak laugh. "Oh my! This is a gruesome board game isn't it? Is there no way for me to restore my leg, then?"

"I afraid once something is truly lost, sir, that one can never get it back again." Ciel moved the game piece in the stead of the Italian man. "Your body is burnt by raging flames." He looked up at the other man, only to find a mask of fear and resentment on his face. He smirked mischievously, marveling at the pathetic expression on the other man. It was satisfying, but not so much as the thought of Sebastian having such an expression, which Ciel very well knew he would never have the esteemed privilege of witnessing. The smirk dissolved from his face, but Mr. Damiano's eyes flared with annoyance.

"Pardon the interruption, but dinner is served." Sebastian entered the room, a gracious smile upon his pale white face of marble.

"Oh! Dining out in the exquisite stone garden. Shall we go, my lord?" Mr. Damiano sat up and smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket.

"Very well," Ciel said. "We will finish the game later."

"Is there any real need to finish it? It's obvious that I'm going to lose." Mr. Damiano looked at the earl quizzically.

"I'm not in the habit of abandoning games halfway through." Ciel stood as well, and proceeded to exit the study.

"How childish…" Mr. Damiano muttered under his breath.

Ciel glanced back at him, a harsh look in his uncovered eye.

"Oh!" Mr. Damiano covered his tracks quickly. "I meant that it takes a child's size to see what is really important! It's a true gift, Perhaps that's what made the Phantomhive's upmost toymakers. It surely impresses me!"

Seeing the stone cold look on Sebastian's face, Ciel felt a sense of pleasure at the thought of how the able butler would take care of the "pest."