Disclaimer: Yogi, let's admit it.

Nor you or I own Sebastian, Ciel,

Undertaker, Grell, Elizabeth, and the like.

Kuroshitsuji is owned by someone who is not us.

If we owned Kuroshitsuji

We would have already grown wings.

((Indeed, we must put Disclaimer-san so we dun get sued! D=))

~ Sebastian's P.O.V ~

Embracing Ciel close to me, I walked through the heavy forest towards shelter. Ciel needed it, badly. He was getting cold. If I didn't want Bocchan to get a cold, I'd better hurry.

It was a long walk, and the Young Master didn't even complain about his uncomfortable position - yes, I still needed to grow out a new left arm. Surprisingly, he was even more rigid now than when he thought I was going to finally have his soul. This confused me slightly, but I guess getting your first kiss out of the blue could be a bit shocking.

I looked down to see Ciel closing one his eyes – the one that held the contract. Grinning slightly, I realized how cute he looked like that; helpless, cute, and arrogant, a delicious meal, he was.

But yet, Ciel won't look at me directly, as he always did, with his load of confidence. Maybe this could an improvement! I wouldn't have to serve such an over-arrogant human now.

A cat joined me on the way. Indeed, there were no wild cats in this island, but I had arranged that to change some time ago. This was Katy. "Hello, kitty kitty. . ." I said, gazing down at her merrily. Ciel didn't seem keen to take my love for cats today, so I just kept smiling as Katy walked besides me, Ciel sinking into his usual bitter mood, glaring at me from under his lashes.

Then, I finally came into our destination and current, only shelter. . . The old bakery from Tanaka's family, no less. Grinning at my excellent repair work I had made to it, I walked towards the doorstep, where there was a little mat and the picture of a vanilla cake. I heard some type of "rawr" coming from the Bocchan's stomach as he grimaced and glared at me when I looked down teasingly at him.

"Don't suffer, Bocchan." I said with a smile, pushing the door open slowly with a "creek". "I am sure Bard has prepared supper, Maylene fixed the rooms, and Finny to have trimmed the. . ." My expression was the ultimate drop from a reassuring grin to a boiling volcano. Ciel looked inside the bakery, unsurprised. To be expected from those three idio- servants, of course.

I stormed inside, dropping Ciel (who was still closing his right eye tightly) into the couch carelessly and walking out to where I heard some wailing.

"SEBASTIAN-SAN!" The three useless idio- servants clutched at my coat and hugged my knees. Tanaka "ho-ho-ho"ed in the far end of the room innocently. "WE ARE SO SORRY!!"

Maylene seemed to be the first one to notice the Bocchan glaring at all of us from his place at the couch. At me, though, he seemed he wanted to murder on the spot. "Why the hell did you drop me on the coach?!" Ciel yelled at me. Seriously, the place was a disaster, with glass everywhere, roots here, and pancakes flying. . . And he could only yell at me? Thank you, fate. I appreciate it.

"It's the Young Master!" And then Ciel was thrown out of the couch to the floor with three useless humans hugging him, almost squeezing his organs out of him. Judging by his Master's face, this was worse than trying the corset on.

"Now, now! Get to work you three!" I bellowed, pointing at all of them accusingly. "You have much to do to have time to goof around!" And to apply emphasis. . . "WORK!"

Then, looking behind me, at Tanaka, I sighed. "You stay there, Mr. Tanaka." And he replied with a "Ho. Ho. Ho."

The servants scurried off to the rest of the bakery as they had done so many times before in the mansion. . . The mansion. . . "Bocchan." I said, directing my attention towards Ciel, who was staring at his thumb longingly. Oh, yes. . . I almost forgot about that.

Walking towards my Master who was sitting on the couch, I leaned down on my knees to look up to him. "What did I told you last time?" I asked him softly, with a sigh, bringing both of my hands to touch his cheeks. Ciel reacted with a gasp, looking at my left arm. I grinned and shrugged. How could I be worthy as a Phantomhive butler if I couldn't grow out a new left arm?

Removing my right hand from his face, I held his small hand in mine. "Your mansion will be rebuilt in four days or so. . . I will do the job myself, ne? Just like last time, Bocchan."

"For the while, please, keep this." I said, putting a small object in his hand. "I told you, it is meant for your finger, not anyone else's."

The moment was pretty nice. . . Ciel, starring dumbly at the ring with that childish innocence that came over him very few times. . . And a demon just in front of him, leaning in, towards his face. . . Ciel did not look away, and he did not fight to prevent my approach.

"Sebastian. . ." he murmured. He was about to look over to Tanaka's direction when my left hand caught him and held his face in place by his chin.

"Don't worry; Tanaka has already gone to sleep, Bocchan." I assured him, my face inches away from him. . . Now an inch. . . Now. . .

"SEBAS-CHAN!"

Oh, God. Please no. No, no, no.

"COME HERE, LOVER BOY!"

God, not that I trust you, not that I have ANYTHING to do with you, but freaking save me.

As I felt someone yank me backwards and envelope me in two stubborn arms, I really felt the urge to eat someone's soul now. Grell's chest felt strange, anyway. . .

And finally he let me go. "Sebas-chama!" Grell moaned, standing in front of me so I could see him. "Look at me! I heard that Angel told you he could accept you as a woman! Well, he is not gonna beat me!"

Oh. My. Goodness.

I am so not seeing this.

My eyes twitched as my mouth dropped open, an unusual appearance for me. . . But this. This . . . abomination. . . I felt faint, and I heard a "thump" behind me. Oh, even a Phantomhive faints from this horrible view. Poor Ciel.

Grell poked his chest. "Well, they are plastic. . . Um. . . Actually just soccer balls but. . . They look good when I am wearing clothes!" He said, jumping up and down for my poor eyes' sake. I slapped my hand on my eyes and turned away as a booming laughter bellowed into the room. Oh geez, please God, take me away from this insanity pit.

"Neee. . . Awww. . . The demonic Butler, ahhh." My eyes twitched involuntarily as I starred into the Undertaker's eyes. . . Well, at least where they were supposed to be under his white hair.

The Undertaker seemed busy pinching the fainted Bocchan's cheeks and seemingly ignoring me. Grell leaped somewhere towards me. Oh no! I ducked, hopefully making Grell miss any part of me, mostly my lips. But then, as I looked to where he was, my mouth fell open once more.

"Awww. . . Such a lauuuugh. . ." The Undertaker moaned. "So this is the new victim of yours, Sutcliff? Ahhh."

I walked towards my Master, who was lying helplessly while the Undertaker traced his nails on his cheeks and Grell rested his face on his chest. "Oi!" I clonked Grell in the head with my fist. "Don't touch the Bocchan! He is not dying! We have the contract!"

"Ohhh, myyyy. . . Nooo. . .!" The Undertaker practically pushed me away from Grell and Ciel. "Oh, nooo. . . Ahhh, you seeeeee. . ." The Undertaker began but Grell cut him off while doing braids on my Master's hair. Hurray, now I will get extra yelling when Ciel wakes up to find his hair in braids.

"Since you didn't accept me, Sebastian, it's fine! I have found a new love!"

My stomach felt as if it had fallen. . . Did I have one? It felt as if I did, since something was turning upside down inside of me. ". . . Is that so?" was all I could say for a while.

The Undertaker's laugh peeped out behind me in a "bu-hu-hu" and a "bee-hee-hee".

"Ahhh, Sutcliff, look at himmm. . . He hasn't puked yet. . ."

"Of course I haven't." I said, defensively, clearing my throat. "What type of Hell of a Butler would I be if I didn't have a Hell of a Stomach?"

I really was trying to demonstrate I had a Hell of Stomach while Grell rubbed his nose against my Master's cheek, blew in his ear softly, and traced his fingers in his neck, and. . . Grell stopped and sniffed the Bocchan's lips. "Huh?" He uttered, sniffing again.

"It smells to. . . Cinnamon. . . Tea. . . It smells to sin. . . To a demon." Grell directed a murderous gaze towards me. The Undertaker was too busy searching through the bakery's furniture (under the couch, under the table) to pay much attention. Maybe he was looking for somewhere to sleep.

"Sebas-chama. . ." He said, standing up. "Are you claiming me again this way? I know I am desirable but. . ." At this point in his useless rants, he came extremely close to me. "I can only belong to one person. . . Unless, of course, the three of us could. . ."

I quickly placed my hand in Grell's mouth, covering from babbling even more. "Shhh!" I hissed, and then pointed to the Bocchan, who was stirring. "He is asleep, mind you." He had actually fainted, but it counted as sleep, I guess.

To Ciel's Bedroom, Five Minutes Later!

"Ah, Bocchan," I whispered quietly to myself, grinning as I placed Ciel gently on the bed I had prepared for him. The room wasn't as luxurious as the one in the mansion but Ciel will just have to bear it for now.

Leaning down, Sebastian touched his forehead with the Bocchan's and lingered there for a few seconds. "Hm, his temperature is mostly normal now."

Lucky Sebastian had found Pluto waiting on the door step to be let in while in his enormous dog form. . . Very much to his advantage, he just had to point his finger. The last he had seen of Grell was running for his life through the island's forest. The Undertaker seemed to have made himself comfortable somewhere in the house. . . Maybe under the table he had liked so much.

"A Butler's job. . . Is not easy." I murmured to myself with my casual smile planted on my lips. "Good night, Bocchan. I will come wake you up in the morning." So tonight was a night I couldn't take the luxury to sleep. Not that I needed it but I liked such opportunities to let my mind wander. Anyhow, I closed the Bocchan's door behind me as I walked towards the front door. There, I could hear some horribly loud and odd noises. Maybe it was just the Undertaker sleeping.

"Oh, my badness," I muttered happily as I stepped to the night and became a blur, rushing towards the remains of the Phantomhive mansion.

1 Hour Later

Stepping quietly into the Bocchan's room, I was greeted by the sight of the young boy sitting on the bed glaring at me.

"What's wrong, Bocchan?" I asked him, smiling and walking slowly towards him. I sat on the bed besides him, taking the liberty carelessly.

"You didn't stay. . ." he accused me of.

I slight chuckle passed through my lips.

"I apologize, my Young Master. I just had to at least complete one fourth of the mansion for today," I said, bowing my head to him. And then, I leaned down into the bed, resting besides Ciel's small form, but keeping my distance. Maybe I won't have to be so modest when Ciel falls asleep.

"Humph," he muttered in his usual angry manner, nevertheless closing his eyes and falling quickly asleep. Ah, that exhausted he was, ne? My grin widened slightly.

"Good night, Bocchan." I whispered.

"Sebastian, why the hell is my hair braided?"

Anyway, yes, this fanfic has been created by both Yogi-chama and me, Aki-chan. We are most willing to receive comments =D

And motivation to continue would be nice too xD