Ciel stormed into his room. "I know you're listening or around her somewhere, Sebastain! Get your ass here now! that's an order!"

Sebastian chuckled as he entered the room, bowing respectfully at his young maser. "Do you require my-"

"Don't act so innocent, Sebastian." He paused for a second, letting his anger melt away a bit so he could keep himself from yelling.

Sebastain watched the young earl pace pack and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. His eyebrows were slanted lined above his eyes as his lips moved, but little to no sound was coming out. His words weren't more than him talking to himself, probably about the butler himself. That made him chuckle which brought Ciel back to reality.

"What's so funny? Knowing the fact you lied to me and made me look like a fool? Because I do recall me ordering you to never lie to me. Was I not specific,' he said through clicnched teeth and with balled fists.

His loyal servant's eyes sparkled for a moment. "I believe you were specific on your orders, young master. I, myself, didn't-"

Sebastain wasn't looking at his master anymore, but at the wall to his right. If he were human, it would've hurt. Ciel's fist had slammed into Sebastian's cheek. He hit him so hard that his head turned to the other direction. This wasn't the first time hes hit him, but he knew he had gone too far with the boy when he hit him.

"You piece of filth! Don't you understand what orders are?! I've ordered you not to lie to me, and you do it anyways! Are you rejecting my orders?!" The young noble took deep breaths to try and control the anger that was boiling deep inside him.

At first Sebastian kept silent, not uttering a peep. He kept eyes on the floor, a sign of pure submission. A terrible, throaty sound came deep from within Ciel as he grew impatient by Sebastian's lack of words.

"Answer me dammit!" he screamed.

The demon servant flinched at his masters burst of anger before slowly rasing his eyes to meet the burning fire in Ciel's. His lips parted as if to say something, but they were sealed as quickly as they parted.

Ciel, having being fed up with Sebastian's stubbornness, left the room. Maybe some fresh air will do me some good, he thought to himself as he left for the balcony.

He flung the doors open and sighed softly, his anger ebbing away slowly as he took a deep, slow breaths. He released a long sigh and leaned against the railing of the balcony. What a morning. He had accussed the wrong person of the crime, and despite ordering him not to, Sebastian lied to him. The anger was now gone and was replaced by betrayal. He didn't want to talk to him at the moment. He was so hurt that someone he cared about found a way to hurt him.

"Ciel…" it was Barbara. She came to see if he was alright. Of course, from taking care of Marthera, she was compassionate, almost mother-like.

Ciel looked away from the older female, a frown etched on his face. How did she know something was wrong with him? Maybe all females had that motherly instinct for not just their own but others as well. When the she-demon didn't leave, he growned under his breath.

"What, what, what?!" he yelled as he turned to her, his face blazing with anger. He was already upset and wanted to be alone, but no one in this manor knew what "alone" meant, "Can't you see I want to be alone?! Go away, Barbara! leave me alone..."

He covered his eyes in an attempt to trick her that he was crying, but Barbara was no fool. She couldn't smell or sense any tears, so he wasn't crying at all. She reached out and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Ciel, if there is anything bothering you, please tell me. I'm here if you need me," she told the boy, who just scuffed and crossed his arms.

"I'm not telling you a word. Why would I ever converse with the likes of you," he snapped and looked at her, the frown never leaving.

Barbara gave him a pitted look and let out a long breath. Here she was, trying to make an unhappy boy feel better and he just looked down on her. "Ciel, I know you're hurting from your lover-"

He 'tched' at her, interrupting her. "Sebastian isn't my lover."

Barbara pressed her lips together in a thin line. She hated being interrupted, and it seemed that this child doesn't care about what other people say. He wouldn't last very long without Sebastian at all. Her eyes rolled before she continued.

"As I was saying, you can get back at him," she finished.

Ciel's eyes sparkled with interest; the only real emotion he's ever shone.

"Go on, I'm listening," he told her, which made the sides of her mouth turn up.

"I'm glad you seem interested in this. Here's the real question..." Barbara leaned closer to him, causing Ciel to lean closer as well. She could sense the impatience rolling off of him in waves, and it was fun to see him get all rowdy. After about a mintues pause, Ciel opened his mouth to be met with,"Does he like talking to his own?"