Hello~

I enlisted the help of a really good friend of mine, who is going to help me beta this series! Yay! She wants to be known as Newpapers…o.o…it's a spoonerism so she says…~

:3

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Ciel watched his butler walk out the door. He turned to the paper he was sitting on, the single sheet of paper now looked like a never ending expense of white, save for the clumsy patch of ink in the top right corner where he had attempted to write his name earlier. He pressed the tip of his newly crafted quill pen to the paper…no ink…

Ciel felt a sense of frustration creeping in, he walked over to the ink bottle on the table.

Great… the stupid bottle was half his current height.

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"Oi, Sebastian!"

Blowing up the kitchen as usual, Sebastian thought to himself as he glanced around in dismay at the state of the kitchen. He couldn't even be bothered to ask what the man was doing anymore… Why he didn't just kidnap the cook and tie him up in the basement was a mystery even to him.

Getting to the point quickly, Sebastian held up the empty glass bottle.

"Familiar?" he questioned.

Bard looked up, nodding his head briskly, and going back to his whisking, "Of course. I gave it to young master earlier in the day…so did it work?"

"Work?" Sebastian wondered since when he had become monosyllabic.

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Well, it worked…

Ciel silently praised himself for being able to get the lid of the ink bottle open, slightly with some climbing and twisting. He poised himself to dip the tip of the feather into the inkwell. Then the door creaked open.

He turned around to see who it was, and lost his balance in the process, tripping over the edge and knocking the whole bottle of ink over himself. His white shirt staining rapidly in black and the ink bleeding into the paper.

"Young master…"

Ciel groaned when he heard Meyrin's voice, of all days it had to be this day Meyrin comes to find him, he scrambled across the parchment, leaving tiny inky hand and foot prints in his wake, as he dove for cover in his pen holder.

The maid entered the room cautiously, in her hand a letter to be delivered to the young master, she blurrily looked at the messy desk, shaking her head, she muttered, "Must clean it up…must clean it up…"

She peered closely at the desk, her young master must have been interested in some sort of weird art recently… Spilling ink and all that…

Out of the corner of her eye, Meyrin saw a movement on the table, she froze, slowly and carefully turning her head, she saw a miniaturised black hand from the side of the pen-holder…it moved…

And then she screamed.

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Thank you for reading as always! :3

Subsequent chapters may not be published as fast as the first few… eto… give it a week~ as I'm working out this beta thing with my friend and straightening out the plot…

Love to all those who favourited and is following the series :3

And to the lovely reviewers~

Siamofelici – hello…haha! –passes out the popcorn-xD

promocat – oh yea… this is going to be such a pain for Sebby…you'll have to wait till next chapter for the continuation of the chat…;)

bluejellyfishOuO – Yea, I know….:3 and in answer to your questions…you'll have to wait and see…xD (which is a lousy answer…I know…T.T)

Neliel Von Schweetz – Chibi Sebby... maybe…:p and as for longish chapters…well, this series is like a pet project now…so it'll probably not get long chapters but it'll get faster updates than my other fics…

lmncake –Thank you! I'm working on cuteness…sometimes I think I don't write cute very well…~ if you have a master that is as small as your hand…it is obvious as to what you should do…you should dress him up, make him sit down and have little tea parties with your toys…(T.T my unfiltered thoughts pardon me…)

Till next time~