Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler I & II nor do I write this for profit.

"Time to get up, Boccan."

Ciel slowly opened his eyes as he heard the same morning greeting. Back in London, in the Victorian Era, he got to sleep in because he didn't have to go to school nut now...

"Earl Grey Tea." Sebastian announced, walking up to him with a tea cup that held the captivating aroma of his favorite tea. It always soothed him no matter what he was thinking. He remembered when his mother would sit him down on her lap and sip at a cup of it. She always gave him some to make him go to sleep when he had nightmares. At the time, warm milk did nothing to soothe him, only Earl Grey. Then, she would hum a song and run her fingers through his hair lovingly.

Ciel shook his head. Now that he was a demon and has lived for so many years, he's found that the childhood memories that he always suppressed don't make him shake with grief anymore. It made him oddly happy. He sat up and pulled the covers off of himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His feet didn't even graze the wooden floor a bit. He was at least two feet from the ground. Sometimes he cursed his short stature. Sebastian passed the tea over to him and he reached out to get it.

Sebastian inwardly smirked cruelly. He tilted the cup forward with a single finger so the tea would abruptly splash over the rim.

"!" Ciel quickly spread his legs so the rest of the scorching tea wouldn't fall on his vulnerable thighs. He hissed and wiped at his thighs. Sebastian put on a face of concern and put the tea down on a silver platter that was on his nightstand. "Boccan, are you alright? I'm very sorry." He got a napkin off of the platter and wiped the young ones now red legs from the burn.

"You did that on purpose!" Ciel growled, his pupils stilted and now starting to melt into a familiar pink. He slapped his demons hands off of him and glared at him. "Bastard! You could've stopped it, yet you didn't!" He saw the sadistic glint in his butlers eyes and hopped of the bed, gritting his teeth.

Sebastian watched, amused as the little one stomped off to his bathroom and slammed to the door. He almost released a chuckle when Ciel said that childish line. But, he was angry, furious even, and he still not have that scent to him. He frowned and looked down to the soiled bed sheets. He guessed he spilled hot tea on him for nothing.

What a waste of tea...

-.-

Ciel was absolutely pissed. Why the hell would he do that? He glared at the water running down his pale legs and marching toward the drain with bubbles. Sebastian was hard to read these days, being all somber and what not. He huffed and turned the water off with a flick of his wrist. He stepped out the shower and got a towel to quickly dry himself off.

Maybe not devouring a soul is putting his butler off a bit. He wrapped the towel around his waist. Sighing, he looked up slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Quickly, he snapped his head away and walked back out into his room. He hated his reflection. He hated mirrors. Anything else that showed his face was alright because he image always looked a bit distributed. Mirrors.. They showed his face quite clearly. It looked too much like the little boy who cuddled with his mother and ran about, playing with his cousin. Smiling every second.

Then intense heat... fire.

He froze when he reached his bed, brows furrowed. There was a story he heard once in school (rumors seemed to spread like wild fire there) about a girl who died in a fire, her family abandoned her. But, there were no remains of her, as if she had disappeared somehow. The same with the records or her family and even her, all the information of them was wiped out.

Some say she was saved at the last minute and kidnapped. Others just assume that someone wanted their family dead for some reason. It seemed like no one really cared about her anyway. She was described as quiet, shy, and having Bi-polar disorder. She seemed like a lonely, lost child.

It actually interested Ciel so much that he found another use of his computer than doing homework on it. No results. He assumed that it was a false rumor that someone made up to make themselves seem interesting.

That was about two weeks ago before another rumor started. The rumor was: if you scatter anemone flower petals mixed with ripped butterfly wings in a circle (and this has to be done on a full moon in a dark room in front of a window) she will be formed in black whips of shadows, glowing purple. Angel feathers will appear, white as the moon but then they will bleed into a shiny black and drip with blood. She shadows will retreat from her form and she will be there, eyes gored out and mouth dripping out black gunk.

Ciel blinked and rubbed his temple. Why had he suddenly thought of that? For some reason, he turned to look at the mirror that was on his dresser far across the room. His eyes were glowing brightly. He stared for a moment. Was that girl really a demon?

A sharp knock brought him out of his stupor. "Boccan, breakfast is really along with your lunch for school. Are you dressed?" Sebastian's voice flowed though the door. Ciel glared at it before looking out the window. "Sebastian." He called. His butler opened the door and walked in, surprised at seeing his master not dressed already. "Yes, My Lord?" He eyed him secretly for a moment as Ciel gazed out the window. Something was off.

"Is the full moon tonight?" He asked while taking off his towel and moving about. Sebastian raised a brow and looked about the window too, frowning. "Why, yes, My Lord." He was curious as to why he would bring up a moon phase so randomly. He saw his master smirk while pulling on a jacket.

"As soon as we get back, go collect some anemone flowers and butterflies." He said while tying up his shoes. It sounded silly and it was even worse when he saw the corner of Sebastian's lips twitch upwards. He could almost hear the little comment he had in his head about the order. Sebastian put a hand over his heart and bowed, "Yes, My Lord."

Perfect. Ciel turned to his butler and stared at him. Maybe this will be entertaining. He couldn't wait to see how Sebastian will react to it. Seeing him all stoic was grating his nerves.