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A/N: Greetings, my loyal followers! I decided to go ahead and update this for ya. I'm not sure if I'll be able to update next week since I'm going to be really busy. Oh,well. And in case anyone's still confused, Sebby isn't a demon in this story.

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Ciel had already been awake for a few minutes, but he felt very content just lying in his bed. He had trouble falling asleep after the events of the previous night. Besides, it wouldn't hurt him to stay in bed a little longer. It wasn't like he had any plans for the day.

"Good morning, young master!" a deep voice suddenly called.

He sat up in shock. His eyes were suddenly struck with a blinding light. He covered them quickly with his hands. Who the hell had opened the curtains?

He slowly uncovered his eyes to see the same man from last night. The man - Sebastian - looked mostly solid, but as he moved he appeared a bit transparent. Beside him, he had a cart that contained tea paraphernalia and a set of his clothing.

"W-What the hell are you doing?" he demanded in an unsteady voice.

Sebastian gave him a curious look. "My lord, I am here to help you prepare for the day," he responded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "It is already past nine o'clock. You don't want to miss breakfast, do you?"

"For your information, I usually sleep till at least noon on the weekends," he growled. "And I thought I told you to go away!"

"That was last night," the apparition said as he began to pour the tea. "Today, I have prepared, ahem, Irish breakfast tea. Your family's selection is unfortunately lacking at the moment, but I prepared this the best I could. I hope it is to your liking." He held the cup out to the boy.

He stared at the cup incredulously. "How the devil did you prepare this?" he asked. "I thought you were a bloody spirit!"

The man chuckled softly. "Indeed I am, young master, but I'm quite talented at manipulating objects," he replied. "Rest assured, I shall be able to serve you with ease." He offered the cup again.

Hesitantly, he took the cup and took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly at the taste. It was the best tea he had ever tasted!

Sebastian smirked at his expression. "I trust that you like it, my lord?" he asked.

The boy scowled at him. This man - spirit - thing was really beginning to grate on his nerves. "Another thing, why do you keep referring to me as 'your lord'? I am not of nobility," he stated.

"You are of the Phantomhive family, yes?" the man asked.

"Yes, I am," he answered. "But although we are wealthy, my family has not been considered nobility for many years."

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "How many years, if you don't mind my asking?" he asked gently.

"Ever since the 1880's," he answered. "Since this very house...burned down."

He faltered at the former butler's expression. His eyes were downcast and a small frown was on his lips. But then he suddenly looked back to the boy and smiled.

"Well, no matter what, I will always consider you of high blood, my lord," Sebastian answered, making sure to emphasis his new master's title. "You even act as though that were the case."

He blushed slightly. "Yes...well...," he murmured. He set the now empty teacup back on the tray.

Sebastian picked up the clothes he brought. "Now, my lord, shall we dress you?" he asked. He made a move to take off the boy's shirt.

"Hey!" he protested as he flinched away. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I am trying to dress you," Sebastian explained slowly, as though he were an idiot. "But first we must remove the clothes you are already wearing."

"I am perfectly capable of dressing myself!" he exclaimed indignantly.

To his surprise, Sebastian gave him a condescending smirk as he handed him the clothes. "Alright then, if you insist," he said in a mockingly soothing voice, once again as if to placate an angry child.

"Feel free to turn your back!" he yelled at the apparition, who was watching him carefully.

Sebastian chuckled softly and turned away. "Please hurry, young master," he said. "I would hate for your breakfast to get cold."

Ciel had the feeling that he was in for a long day.

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He frowned as he pushed the leftover food around his plate with a fork. He still couldn't believe that a damned ghost had made him such a decadent breakfast. Sebastian had presented him with crepes Suzette, strawberry scones, and more tea. The servant had even tied a napkin around his neck and stood by his chair when he ate.

"Are you finished, sir?" the apparition asked in a polite tone.

"Yes, I am. And, um, thank you," he added.

A genuinely amused smile appeared on the butler's face. "No need to thank me, my lord," he said brightly. "I am merely doing my duty as your servant. Now, I shall take those dishes back to the kitchen. I shall return soon." With that, he put the dishes onto a tray and promptly disappeared.

Ciel stared at the now empty space beside him. How had Sebastian vanished so fast? He sighed and let his gaze wander around the room. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad(well, if it turned out that this wasn't a big hallucination, after all). He always wondered what it would be like to have his own personal servant.

"I'm back, young master," Sebastian suddenly said beside him.

He almost jumped out of his chair. "Ah! You're back already?" he asked.

Sebastian smirked and held a finger to his lips. "What sort of butler would I be if I couldn't go to the kitchen and return to my master's side in less than a minute?"

"Uh, right," he said. He wasn't sure if the man actually wanted an answer or not.

"Now, young master, did you have any plans for the day?" the butler asked.

"Well, I was planning on exploring the house and grounds more throughly," he revealed. It wouldn't do for him to get lost in his new home.

Sebastian smiled. "Very good, sir," he said. "With your permission, I shall give you a tour. I think you might be quite interested in this house's history."

"Hm, alright," he responded. This should be interesting.

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For the next five hours, Sebastian showed him all the rooms in the house and even told him a story about each one. Apparently, the spirit knew quite a bit about his family history, especially about his namesake. He couldn't seem to shut up about that.

"And here we have the game room," Sebastian said at one instance. "The young master would entertain his guests here as well as himself. Do you like games, too, my lord?"

"And here is the ballroom," he said at another. "Unfortunately, the young master had two left feet. He was always quite a wallflower at parties. Are you like that, too?"

"And this is the library," he said presently. "We lost quite a few books in the fire, but I did manage to save some. Hopefully you can, in time, replenish it."

"That reminds me, Sebastian," he said. "Who exactly rebuilt this manor? Why would they even bother?"

"I rebuilt it, young master," the spirit replied with a hint of pride in his voice.

"You did?" he asked incredulously. "How is that even possible? You're not even alive!"

Sebastian only chuckled at the boy's shock. "Oh, it did take quite a bit of time," he said "but I simply couldn't allow my master's house to stay in such a horrid state. And if I hadn't, you would not be here now, would you?"

"I suppose not," he said quietly. He wasn't sure if he believed the butler or not. There was no way that could be possible...

They walked by one of the doors he couldn't open the other day. Maybe Sebastian could open it?

"Hey-," he started.

"Oh my, look at the time!" Sebastian suddenly exclaimed. "It is already time for afternoon tea. I'm afraid we've missed your lunch, young master. Please forgive me for this grievous error."

"It's alright," he said. "I didn't feel hungry, anyway."

"Even so, let's prepare that tea," the butler said. "I'm afraid that we won't have time to tour the grounds today. I hope that young master is not too disappointed?"

"No, we can do it some other time," he responded.

But from tea time, to when his parents arrived home, to when he went to bed, he couldn't help but feel that he should have asked about that door.

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A/N: Well, there's more. It isn't much, but I hope you like it. This story is going at a much slower pace than I originally planned. And I know it's still not very scary, but all in good time.

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