I was looking through my past reviews the other day, and I just wanted to let you guys know that you're fucking fantabulous. I love you all, keep them coming!~ Remember folks, 69 reviews = well, some 69in'. Or something like that. I'm not awake enough to form coherent sentences.

This chapter would have been totally Ciel and Sebastian, 'cept Claude had to troll his way into the first line. Bastard.

Unbeta'd again, because my beta doesn't love me. Pardon any tense errors.

Edit: Thanks Carrie2sky for pointing out some of my mistakes :)

Soooo C2s and I have discovered that I've been spelling Claudes name wrong this whole time.

He was totally trolling me.

Faustice = no.

Faustus = yes.

I'll be working on fixing those errors. Stupid Claude troll...

"Phantomhive-"

"I'll stay tomorrow, I've got business to attend to. Goodbye Mr. Faustus." Ciel says as he walks out of the room with the rest of the class, leaving no room for argument. The man may have the power to keep the boy—to a degree—for senseless reasons, but Ciel would be damned (ha) if he gave the creep priority on his schedule.

Speaking of schedules, Ciel had study hall instead of home ec. today, meaning he can do some investigating on his butler turned teacher. He makes a quick stop at his locker to rid himself of his deadweight before heading to study hall to inform the monitor—who happens to be the home economics teacher, Bard—of his destination. Not that the man would do anything if he simply didn't show up. Ciel had always been one for formalities.

Two minutes later Ciel was on his way to the arts and music section of the building, under the guise of getting help with a homework assignment from Mr. Michaelis. Typically the investigation of an individual would not involve the person in question, but the teen sees no point in going to other sources when the subject is incapable of lying to him.

When he arrives at Sebastians classroom it is nearly void of life. A few younger—zombie like—students are spaced throughout the classroom, hunched over desks with what must have been some evaluation quiz, as Ciel assumes from their mortified expressions.

His butler is not in the least bit surprised to see the boy in his classroom, in fact he had expected it and had prepared tea. What he had not foreseen, however, was the frustration emanating from the teens body, rolling off him in waves. Ciel makes a bee line to the teachers desk, not even noticing that the man is pouring steaming liquid.

"Good afternoon Mr. Phantomhive, here for that assignment I see." Sebastian says casually, pulling a chair up to the front of his desk and sliding one of the china cups across the table. Ciel accepts the seat without hesitation and picks up the tea cup in front of him with an appreciative glance. The ravenette is somewhat surprised by Ciels thankfulness but continues about his business, digging through a desk drawer and retrieving a test paper. The man sets the paper on the desk in front of him, writing something on its surface before pushing it across the table to the boy. Ciel examines his butlers elegant scrawl as he sips his tea.

'To what do I owe this visit?' The teen glances at the other students in the room, and is quick to decide that they are too utterly consumed with panic and concentration to be suspicious of the pairs behavior to any degree. He pulls a pen from his pocket and writes.

'Simply making sure you haven't devoured any of my classmates. I see you've satisfied yourself with simply torturing them.' Sebastian takes the paper, his lips curling into the ghost of a smile as he reads his masters explanation, a hushed chuckle escapes his throat.

'Are you disappointed?'

'No, quite amused actually. I've had to deal with your torment for years, watching others struggle with it is quite refreshing.' At this the demon laughs outright—well as outright as Sebastian laughs.

'You're quite the little demon yourself, young master.' And Ciel accepts this statement with a nod and a sip of tea. Sebastian takes back the sheet. 'What had your so irritated earlier?' Ciel scowls, debating his response for a moment before taking his pen to the paper.

'Various things, Trancy and Elizabeth's idiocy, but mainly that bastard Claude Faustus.'

'The math teacher?'

'Yes, he refused to accept the way my assignments were done and has given me mandatory stay for the week, excluding today.' Ciel finds Sebastians reaction to this news surprising, the demons expression twisting from disbelief to irritation.

'That's utter nonsense, those assignments were perfect. Is he daft?'

'Probably, though I think it's mainly because he wants to molest me.'

'Ciel, not everyone wants to molest you.' At this the teen looks up at the teacher skeptically, eye booring and eyebrow arched. Sebastian takes the paper back. 'Okay, so there are a lot of people who want to molest you. I'm sure anyone employed as a teacher has some degree of professionalism that would prevent them from going for you on school grounds. I doubt Mr. Faustus will try anything during these after school sessions.' Ciels skeptical look returns with more force as he reclines in his seat, crossing his arms. The demon retrieves the paper again. 'It can't be that bad.'

'Tomorrow I want you to observe our post-class session. Don't let him know you're there.'

'If you insist.'

'I do.' There's a moment of silence before Sebastians pen hits the paper again.

'Why are you not staying today?'

'I told him I couldn't and left. We have work to do—people to find, people to punish. My schedule is busy, I'm not bending it to that creeps will.' A positively animalistic grin splits the teachers face, Ciel takes the paper back. 'Don't let my attitude excite you too much, we're in public and it would be hard to explain to your class why you have to go clean your pants after I leave.' The demon chuckles deviously, writing without hesitation.

'If you would stop being so sinfully delicious we wouldn't have this problem.' Ciel can't stop the red from spreading from his cheeks up to his ears. Sebastians grin morphed into that of smug victory.

Remember, 69 reviews~

I've already started writing the chapter.

On my cellphone.

In school.

Making a perv face the entire time.

I don't know why people talk to me, really I don't.