Hey! It's been a long time since I've updated any of my stories but today is kind of special so I'll be updating all of them (well most is a more accurate word to use) at once! XD

Please enjoy chapter 4: Crimson

The next room Ciel explored was filled to the brim with red. Red walls, red dressers, red sheets, red blankets, red wood furniture, red décor, red rugs. Everything in sight was red. Or black. But mostly red.

Ciel stepped into the room and gazed around at the striking color. He walked over to the large armoire and peered at the top of it. There were lots and lots of pins, pieces of fabric, and thread scattered across the top of it. When Ciel picked one of the swatches up, he heard a shrill voice shout, "PUT THAT DOWN YOU LITTLE STREET RAT!" He was then promptly assaulted by a tall red haired man wearing a long red coat over a white long-sleeve button up shirt, black pants, a black vest, and a red and white striped ribbon loosely wrapped around his neck. He also sported red glasses with little skull faces hanging from the glasses chain he wore around his neck.

The man was still hissing and growling angry words at Ciel as he hoisted the child up in the air and shook him like a rag doll. Ciel shrieked, "PAPA, HELP!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the red head was knocked to the floor and Ciel was scooped into Sebastian's firm, but safe and gentle, grasp. The doctor had been walking to Ciel's room to see how he was doing when he heard Ciel's cry. He dashed into the red room and saw the red-head throttling his son.

Sebastian's line of sight focused on the tall man. He took three quick steps forward, snatched Ciel from his captor, kicked the red-head's legs out from under him and snarled, "What the #*& are you doing Grell?!"

The red-head lifted himself up off the floor, dusted his coat off, and huffed his next words, "The little brat was touching my stuff! What's he even doing here? Is he one of your patients? I'm surprised. You don't usually do tha-"

"He isn't a patient," Sebastian hugged Ciel close and glared at Grell, "When I was in Pickering I adopted this child as my son."

Grell blinked. "What?"

"I adopted him. He's my son. And I do not appreciate you being rude to him."

"You adopted a kid," the red-head looked incredulously at the duo, "You adopted…a kid…why?"

"It's a long story. One I would like to tell you later." Sebastian gave Grell another chilling glare, before turning to look at Ciel. He gave the trembling child a gentle kiss on the forehead and whispered to him, "It's all right little one. This is Grell Sutcliff. He's in the fashion industry and lives here with me until he becomes famous enough to afford a place of his own. Do you know what someone like that is called?

"A freeloader?"

"WHAT WAS THAT, YOU LITTLE-"

"Grell!" Sebastian choked back a laugh and corrected Ciel, "No, child. He pays me rent, so he's called a 'boarder.'"

Ciel raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Borderline insane, you mean."

"THAT'S IT BRAT!" Grell yowled angrily at Ciel and lunged for him. Only to be met with the bottom of Sebastian's foot as he kicked the red-head in the face.

"Quite right, Ciel," Sebastian chuckled quietly, "Grell is rather insane. But did you get my point?"

"About him being called a boarder because he pays rent to live in your house?"

"Yes."

"Then I got it." Ciel glanced at the grounded Grell (I felt a little more confident knowing that the red-head couldn't hurt me while I was with Papa), "He's an idiot, isn't he?"

Sebastian laughed and replied, "Child, you haven't seen anything yet!"

"Well, well…you two really are father and son." Grell, once again, popped up and began huffing and puffing at Ciel and Sebastian, "First one of you messes with my stuff. Then the other one knocks me down. Right after that, I'm insulted by a brat I've never met before. Then you," he jabbed a long finger at Sebastian, "kick me in the face. And after that, you," he moves his finger so its pointing in Ciel's direction, "insult me again!" Grell whined loudly and flailed his arms above his head, "What do you two have against me?!"

Sebastian chuckled, saying, "Neither of us have anything against you Grell. All though you really shouldn't have tried to hurt Ciel," he stopped smiling and raised an eyebrow, "That was most definitely a bad idea."

Grell shuddered and said, "I'm sorry, Sebby!"

"You know I hate it when you call me that," Sebastian intoned as he walked out of the red room.

"But it's a cute nickname!" The red-head regained his usual cheeriness and leapt to his feet, following Sebastian into the corridor.

"No actually, it isn't."

"It is a rather cute nickname, Papa," Ciel leaned against Sebastian and let out a quiet breath. He was feeling tired again but didn't want to be left out of the conversation, "But not for Papa. For a child like me, maybe…but not," he yawned, "for…Papa…" With that Ciel drifted into sleep.

Okay guys…I'm afraid this story isn't exactly going where I originally planned. This was supposed to be a short story in which Ciel was given to Sebastian, raised by him for a bit before getting a tip from Undertaker as to Alois's whereabouts. Sebby was then going to swoop in, save the day and they'd all live happily ever after. At this rate, this is going to become a story about Ciel and Sebastian bonding rather than actual plot.

So…I'm going to stop this chapter here and skip ahead about six years or so and pick up there. I'll continue to write separate oneshots about our sweet father/son duo if anyone wants me to (guest reviewers Koko and Hannah, don't worry I haven't forgotten about the sick Ciel requests; they're first on my list). Just leave a review detailing what you want to see and I'll see what I can do.

Thanks to everyone who's been following this up till now and I hope you enjoy the journey to the real end of this story!

Love ya'll!