DISCLAIMER: I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsujii . I do own 'Norge' Otter and Maddie, however.

NORGE: Once killed a man in his sleep with his own mustache and a grape.
I got the idea for this chapter from a book called 'Misfit' about a girl named Jael who discovers that she's half demon. I forget the author, but highly reccomend it.
I'm trying out separating spacing dialog - if it helps, please tell me. This is likely going to be a series of oneshots that form a story, which will pick back up after a while. Or not. Wait, is it even still a 'bunch of oneshots' then?

*head pops like a balloon*


"Focus." Ciel ordered.

"I can't!" Norge exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"I don't know!"

"It's not that difficult!"

"I really beg to differ!"

"I mean, demons can do it! You're part deity, it should come easy to you!"

Ciel and Norge were standing in the back yard of the Phantomhive Estate, practicing 'elemental control'. Supposedly, Norge was capable of controlling fire, earth, water, and air. Unfortunately, he wasn't making much progress.
"It's easy." Ciel continued, handing the blonde a glass of water. "Imagine the water moving, evaporating, anything."
Norge stared hard at the water for a good five minutes, and it didn't budge. "No use." he said.
"Strange...water is normally the easiest to control. Perhaps you just aren't tapping into your demigod energies?"
Ciel took the glass and glanced down at it. The water quickly left the glass, twirling around the two boys and forming a curtain of water around them. Ciel smirked as Norge's jaw dropped.
"I'll be able to do that one day?"
"More than just that."
The water returned to the glass, and Ciel sighed. Training the blonde was proving much more difficult than he had initially expected.

"May I make a suggestion, my lord?" Sebastian, who had been watching the two for quite some time, asked.
"Very well." Ciel answered, "It couldn't hurt."
"Perhaps Master Otter would yield better results attempting to manipulate a more...spontaneous...element. Fire, for example?"
"I take it back - that would definitely hurt."
"Oh, put some trust in the boy."
"Hold up!" Norge exclaimed. "If Sebastian here is older and more experienced, why are you teaching me, C?"
"C?" Ciel asked.
"Ciel."
Ciel considered his response for a moment. "Because, this is my task. I accepted it."

"So basically you're pride is too big to swallow."

"No, this is my task. That's the only reason."

"Nah, you know Bassie'll show you up."

"If that's your fear, Young Master," Sebastian said, "Nobody will think any less of you for not being of the same skill level as me."

Ciel motioned for Norge to stay where he was, and then motioned for Sebastian to follow him. They walked a fair ways away from the Norwegian, and began speaking. Meanwhile, Norge produced a lighter from his hoody pocket.

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Sebastian, I order you to stop being so smug."

"Smug? Why, my lord, I'm just attempting to give Mister Otter the best education he can get in his godly powers."

"I don't particularly care. I refuse to be shown up in front of...THAT."

"I don't see why it's such a big deal, my lord. You'll probably never see him again after he's through here."

"He'll be on par with the gods of the Norse, Egyptian, and even Greek pantheons, Sebastian. Influential. Powerful. I'd prefer if his impression of us remained 'good'."

Sebastian opened his mouth to say something, when a massive shock-wave tore apart the yard, a wall of intense heat hitting the two like a fright train. Sebastian grabbed Ciel and held him close before the boy could be knocked down. Ciel pushed away from Sebastian as soon the shock-wave had passed, and gasped. The entire yard was in shambled - all of the grass had been burnt to a crisp, and the stone path had been broken into a trail of pebbles. The two looked incredulously towards Norge, who stood at the epicenter of the explosion a hundred feet away.
"GUYS!" the blonde shouted. "I MADE A MESS!"


Ciel cleared his throat and handed Norge a glass of water once more.
"Now that you've seemed to tapped into your innate demigod abilities," the blue-haired boy said, "perhaps you'll be able to manipulate water."
Sebastian stood by the door, ready to clean up any mess that resulted from their training.
Norge concentrated on the water for a second time, confident from the little fire mishap, which Sebastian had assured him 'was no big deal'.
Several minutes had gone by, with no result. The room was completely silent. Ciel spoke up. "Perhaps we should just try air? It's far more flexible than water, and not destructive, like-...you're doing it!"
Sure enough, the water was bubbling. A small tendril of water rose up from the glass.

"That's good, Norge." Ciel praised. "Now, try to move more of the w-"

The glass spontaneously exploded, soaking Ciel (and oddly enough, not Norge). Norge immediately toppled to ground in laughter and Sebastian moved to dry his young master off.


The two boys now stood once again in the (now ruined) back yard.
"Let's try manipulating air, shall we?" Ciel suggested. "Provided you don't start a tornado, this should be relatively safe. And dry."
"Really man - sorry about the water."
"It's fine, it really is. Now, let's try something simple...imagine a strong breeze blowing past you."
Norge closed his eyes and did so. A few seconds later. a strong breeze did in fact blow past the two. Ciel held his breath, careful not to praise the boy in case something backfired again. Nothing did.
"Wonderful, Norge!" Ciel exclaimed. "Now, let's try something a bit more difficult. Lift yourself off of the ground."
Norge jumped a few inches in the air, causing Ciel to sigh in frustration.
"With the air!"
"I can do that?"
"Yes! Imagine weightlessness. Drifting upwards. But not too much."
The blonde closed his eyes and imagined himself weightless for a moment.
"Ciel, it's not working." Norge said, opening his eyes and looking down at Ciel.

Wait...looking down?

Ciel looked at his student, who was floating about seven feet in the air, and seemed to be doing something correct for once.
"Very good." the demon said, walking around the boy, who was starting to freak out at the sensation of weightless.
He flailed around a bit, twisting and turning. An object fell from his pocket and began drifting into the grey sky.
"Ah! My lighter! I got that in 'Nam!"
"You've been to Vietnam?" Ciel asked, not particularly concerned. "I must say, that is somewhere that I've wanted to visit for quite some time."
"Yeah, I got it from an old dude named Na Wu Lau."
Ciel's eyes narrowed a bit at 'Lau', but he quickly composed himself.
"Very good, Norge. Now come back down so we can begin working with earth."
"Mmkay."

Norge began twisting around again, imagining himself drifting down to the ground like a feather. But feathers were light. What if a breeze came alone and blew him away? He was jerked higher into the air, and continued going up.
"I said COME DOWN." Ciel snapped.
"I'm trying, puffin!" Norge snapped back, twisting and flailing around as he rose higher and higher.
Think heavy. Heavy. Weight. Iron. Steel. Battleship. Bad movie. Bad game. Good game. Gabe Newell.
Suddenly, he was hurtling towards the ground at an intense speed, crying out in surprise. "HOOOOOOOOOLLLLLYYYYYY S-"

SPLACK!

An odd sound resounded around the yard as he impacted the ground, leaving a small crater. Liquid splashed up from the crater, scorching the ground. A second later, the ground began trembling and Ciel's eyes widened with surprise as a portion of his manor came crashing ground. The tremor continued for a good five minutes, and Ciel let out an annoyed sigh.
Another splash came from Norge's impact crater. Walking up to it, Ciel and Sebastian were met with quite a surprise.
Molten lava filled the crater, and Norge was in the middle, treading wate-erm...lava.
"Damn that hurt!" Norge exclaimed, keeping his head above the surface. "Good thing this water was here to break my fall. It's kind of hot though. And thick. Like...maple syrup? Oh well. I saved my life. Even though I did sort of plunge straight through the Earth's crust for...forty, fifty feet? Meh."
The two watched as the Norwegian scrambled out of the deep crater, completely unscathed, except for being buck naked. It would appear that his clothes weren't impervious to lava.
"Well..." Ciel said, letting out a sigh. "Sebastian, get to work on the repairs."
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian answered, vanishing in a blink of the eye with his super-duper demon speed.
Looking back to Norge, Ciel shook his head. "I don't believe that I've ever seen anything quite like what you just did."
"What did I do?" Norge asked, still confused, still not realizing that he was naked.
"You turned the ground into liquid form - lava - as you hit it in an effort to save yourself, even though it really didn't help much, seeing as the crater is so deep.
Norge placed a hand on his hip and looked at his handiwork. The mansion was in shambles, the yard was a bigger mess than the October fishenflagen back home, and there was a giant hole in the ground.
"Not bad..." he said out loud to himself. Suddenly, he began chuckling. The laugh grew and grew and grew, till he was in an uproar on the ground, clutching his sides.
Ciel shook his head. At least nothing bad happened to him this time.
Then Norge's lighter fell from the sky and struck Ciel on the head with the force of a small freight train,