Disclaimer: I don't not own any characters used in this fanfictions. They are owned by Yana Toboso, creator of Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. OOC may occur in the course of this story. My apologies.

"Come on, where are you?" Ciel muttered to himself as he paced up and down in the servant's bathroom. Finny, it seemed, was going to be late again. Ciel sighed, pulled down the toilet seat lid and sat on it. He wished there was a clock in here now, especially since he didn't have a watch. He muttered to himself underneath his breath, debating whether or not he should of thrown up his lunch the other day or not. Admittedly, if Sebastian found out he trying to loose weight via throwing up, he would probably force Ciel to stop. So, Ciel had filed throwing up away as a last resort. Still, perhaps... yes, perhaps he should do it tomorrow. See if he could make himself throw up. Just once.

The door opened, and Ciel abandoned his thoughts. Finny entered the room, looking slightly embarrassed. He's probably caused another mess somewhere, Ciel thought as he stood up. He turned his back to Finny and began stripping again, the rustling of clothes behind him telling him him that Finny was doing the same. He stopped when he reached his underwear, turned, and headed for the cupboard below the sink, sneaking a glance at Finny's bare chest as he did so. Squatting down, he searched for the scales.

"You stepping on them first again?" Ciel asked, pulling out the scales and setting them down on the floor.

"I-If you want me to," came the stammering reply. Ciel sighed internally. He didn't understand why Finny acted this away around him.

"I do," Ciel said, stepping away from the scales, then paused. "Say, Finny?"

"Y-Yes?"

"Do you wish to court someone?"

"What?!" Finny's eyes were now staring at Ciel, "W-Why would you ask that?"

"I just need to know," Ciel replied, "I don't ban courtship for you lot, but I would like to know, so I can tell Sebastian to keep an extra eye on you."

Finny looked away from Ciel, a blush on his face, but gave a small nod.

"I see," Ciel said, "Is it Mey-Rin?"

"I-I-I..." Finny froze, looking rather like a deer in caught in a spotlight, "...excuse me?"

"I'm joking," Ciel said, "Relax, will you?"

Finny unfroze, nodded slowly, and stepped on the scale.

"Huh," he said, "I've lost more than a stone."

"And that's bad, how?" Ciel asked.

"I just don't want to become underweight," Finny explained, steeping off the scales and picking up his shirt from off the floor, "I think I might stop though." He looked up at Ciel, "Go on, you weigh yourself."

Ciel nodded, then stepped onto the scales. 83lb. 15 pounds off. Not too bad, if you asked Ciel. But still; he didn't feel thinner. He didn't even look thinner to his mind; he could still see his fat gut hanging over his waistband, his thighs pushing together from their sheer amount of flesh, his fingers as little more that grossly swollen things.

"Master?" Finny's voice piped up, "Have you met your goal?"

There was a pause.

"No..." came Ciel's reply, along side a shaking of his head, "Not yet."

It was later, nearly an hour after he was supposed to be asleep, that Ciel decided on a clear goal. 70lbs. That shouldn't be too hard for him to achieve, right? He's just had to cut out a few foods. Like cake - yes, that would have to go. Porridge, most meat, his various sweet deserts... he needed to stop eating those. Fish would probably be okay, vegetables and fruit as well. He just had to hope Sebastian wouldn't notice...

Oh, who was he kidding? Sebastian probably had noticed, just not said anything. Ciel closed his eyes, and sighed quietly. He would have to check tomorrow. But if Sebastian was worrying, then he would make meals full of fat, wouldn't he? Again, he would have to check. But still.. how to stop him worrying? The door opened, light flooding the room.

"Are you still up, young master?" Ciel turned towards the door, and yes, Sebastian was standing there. Ciel closed his eyes and nodded. He felt his cheeks blush slightly, especially when Sebastian sat down on the bed.

"Are you sure you're not sickening for something?" Sebastian asked in a soft voice, removing his glove and feeling Ciel's forehead, "You are rather warm, after all." Ciel shrugged. "Well...I'll see if you're any better in the morning. If not, I'll get out the typewriter for you, and you can do you reports on that whilst you're in bed, okay? Now, get to sleep." Sebastian stood up and tucked the blankets around Ciel. Then he left the room, closing the door behind him, and leaving Ciel behind in the darkness.

A/N: I'll admit it. This has been ready since Wednesday. And the next one is nearly ready as well. This is scaring me.