Sugar Rush aka While Nyx was sleeping.

Jeanna sat at the dining table, smiling widely. Ciel had told Sebastian to give her some cake and warm milk to calm her down after he'd found her crying her eyes out under the chair.

These tears were long dry by now, and she'd eaten the rich, sugary chocolate cake already. It had been wonderful.

Dark chocolate cake with milk chocolate icing, a smooth cream cheese icing filling, strawberries, and powdered sugar to top it off. Jeanna's hand was now twitching, and she could barely keep herself from bouncing off the walls. That slice of cake had contained enough sugar to make just about anybody hyper, and Jeanna was definitely not an exception. Her teeth chattered and she couldn't stop strumming the fingers of one hand. With the other, she reached forward and grabbed the warm milk.

It took all her might not to throw it across the room with an arm spasm, but she managed to get a few sips down before she choked from drinking with chattering teeth. She coughed, sputtered, and wretched violently, and the milk went sailing out of her hand, coating both her and the carpet in milk.

"HOLY CRAP I JUST STAINED THE CARPET CIEL'S GOING TO ORDER SEBASTIAN TO KILL ME AND SCRUB THE RUG CLAN WITH MY INSIDES!"

Jeanna quickly went into a hyperactive, pessimistic panic and sprinted out of the room, upstairs, and up and down the hallways.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE," She wailed, dripping the spilled treat all over the floor as she rain around, "I NEED TO FIND A CHAIR TO HIDE UNDER!"

She attempted to break down one of the mansion doors, hoping that there would be a large chair, sofa, or bed to hide under, but instead the impact knocked her on her back and out of her wits.

Stars, birds, and bunnies danced across her vision.

"You are an idiot," They chanted in unison, "Sebastian's going to kill you! You are an idiot! Sebastian's going to kill you!"

Jeanna flailed her arms in an attempt to swat them away, but they stayed until she regained consciousness.

Sebastian was bent over, checking her pulse.

"My lady," He asked, "Are you alright? You appear to have slammed into something. Were you startled, or did you see something that-"

Jeanna cut him off, leaping to her feet.

"DON'T KILL ME!"

She sprinted to the staircase, tripped, and rolled most of the way down. She got to her feet, leaped over the last five steps, and bounded into the sitting room. Once there, she dove under the chair where Ciel was sitting.

"Jeanna? What in the name of Her Majesty the Queen do you think you're doing?! Get out from under my chair right this instant!"

She refused to budge.

"DON'T KILL MEEEE...!"

Ciel was utterly confused.

'Perhaps her information is invalid...We may need to take her to an institution, if she's psychopathic. This game appears to have had a rule change.'

He looked under the chair, noticing that she still had cake on her face, and spilled milk on her dress.

'I told him to give her cake, but I didn't think he'd give her the sweetest think in the whole bloody kitchen and make her snap!'

Jeanna's pupils were huge. She was shivering like mad, her teeth still chattering, and now both of her fingers were strumming rapidly.

"SEBASTIAN! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"

Sebastian poked his head in the doorway and laid eyes on the trembling, strumming, chattering, sugar-rushing little creature beneath the chair.

"Terribly sorry, my Lord. I thought she could handle it. She slammed into a door upstairs, and I fear that she may need medical attention and a mental evaluation."

Ciel pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She's not injured, she's just too loaded up on sugar to hold still and make sense! Take her on a walk or something- she's going to drive everyone mad!"

Sebastian bowed.

"Yes, my Lord."

He turned his attention back to Jeanna.

"Come along, child. Let's go for a walk."

Jeanna bolted out from under the chair, dove past Sebastian, and practically flew into the kitchen.

"DON'T CLEAN THE FLOOR WITH MY INTERNAL ORGANS! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SPILL THE MILK- I WAS TWITCHING AND IT JUST HAPPENED!"

Ciel's eye twitched.

"Clean the carpet with her...? SEBASTIAN, WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Sebastian started in shock toward the kitchen.

"I've said nothing. Spilled milk is easy enough to clean up, and it's not worth crying over-much less going on a rampage of fear about."

Jeanna opened one of the cupboards and climbed inside.

A large, white sack sat next to her, cramping her into a corner.

'It's taking up too much space,' she decided, 'I'll have to eat whatever's in it to make more room!'

She took a huge handful of the fine, white powder which the sack contained.

'Please don't be flour,' she begged silently, 'please, please, please don't be flour!'

She shut her eyes and stuffed the handful in her mouth.

It was sweet, soft, and delicious.

'Powdered sugar! I can eat this in no time!'

Within a minute, she'd eaten a quarter of what was left in the bag.

Then the cupboard door opened.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME SEBASTIAN IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

She leaped out, knocking Bard over, and darted back out and up the stairs.

Sebastian entered the kitchen, saw Bard flat on his ass, and noticed the large amount of powdered sugar missing from the bag in the still-open cupboard.

A shrill, panicked scream met his ears from upstairs.

He's ears twitched at the noise.

Bard twitched.

"I swear," he choked, "I didn't blow anything up this time..."

Sebastian shook his head.

He had a long day ahead of him- he would need to care not only for his Master and his cub, but now he would have to run a miniature package of hyperactivity out of energy.

"It's days like this that I wish I wasn't a butler."

He turned and exited, bracing himself for the disaster that the panicked guest had no doubt caused upstairs.