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Chapter 3: His Find.


Ciel did not know what to make of Sebastian's new pet.

She followed the butler everywhere, trailing after him as he went about his daily tasks and behaving surprisingly well for a random stray picked up off the streets. As expected, after about a week of proper feeding, she no longer looked emaciated, and thankfully, showed no signs of sickness.

Sebastian absolutely adored her, and whenever he believed Ciel to not be paying attention, he doted on and coddled the feline. For the most part, the cat seemed unimpressed with the affection, but enjoyed simply being near Sebastian, lounging in his lap or rubbing against his leg.

What shocked Ciel the most, however, was the cat's choice in her second favorite person. No, not Mey-Rin, who stroked the cat every chance she got, though the cat for the most part seemed accepting of the attention; nor was it Baldroy, who snuck the cat excessive amounts of milk and treats, which she graciously took even though Sebastian feared that she would eventually get fat; and neither was it Finny, the poor boy being avoided like the plague by the cat who still had not quite forgiven him for nearly crushing her to death. Tanaka and the cat only interacted when the feline would somehow curl atop the small man's head to sleep.

Ciel still did not know how to react to that.

But no, the blasted feline liked him, Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Guard Dog. Neither he nor Sebastian could fathom why, though Sebastian made many not so discreet comments about how cats and dogs should not get along. Still, despite both their protests, whenever Sebastian found himself busy or out of the mansion for business, the cat followed after Ciel, never necessarily bothering or approaching him, but always hovering nearby, watching him.

Just like right now.

Sebastian was in town running an errand for him, and the damn thing sat curled up in a far chair of his study. She appeared to be asleep, but he could see her odd colored eyes occasionally crack open, looking over towards him to see what he was doing. He honestly should not care, but she was driving him insane.

Slamming his papers down on his desk, he shouted, "Cat!" The feline jolted up in the chair, eyes wide and focused on him. "Come here!"

As one would expect from a cat, she gave him a blank, 'Are you seriously calling me over like a dog?' look while not. Moving. An. Inch. Ciel practically growled in irritation. "Do not give me that look. Come. Here. Now."

She just blinked and then moved to lay back down.

For a moment, he considered how he was making demands of an animal, but he could not seem to care. He was about ready to march over and drag the stubborn creature over by the scruff of her neck, but then, his rational mind kicked in, and he sighed. "Belle…come here."

His voice was softer, not quite comforting but more neutral than usual. Her head perked up, and with slow, purposeful steps, she gracefully dropped from the chair to stride across the room, finally stopping after leaping up onto the dead center of the desk, sitting primly before the Earl.

She watched him with an almost curious expression as her tail curled across his papers and documents, not that he seemed to care. He leaned his face into his palm as he observed the cat currently observing him. "Are all cats as odd as you?"

She gave a soft mew in response before tilting her head to continue staring at him. Then, seeming to make up her mind, she trotted over the rest of the desk to climb into his lap. He began to protest, but she ignored him, curling up while softly purring. After a fews moments of not knowing what to do, he let out an irritated huff. "Damn cat…" he muttered as he laid a hand on top of her head and lightly scratched her ears, eliciting even louder purrs.

And that was how Sebastian found the two an hour later, his Belle asleep, curled up in his Master's lap, while his Master dozed in his chair, head in one hand while his other rested on the sleeping cat. An amused yet sinister smirk grew along the demon's face.

Oh, how he planned to tease his Master about this for some time to come.