A/N So I bought Kuroshitsuji: Black Record at Wondercon this weekend. MMMMM THATS ONE SEXY FANBOOK. Or artbook. I don't really know what it is, but it's SEXY SHIT.

Anyway, light hearted Modern-Kuro this time. I know most people hate these. But I wanted to do one anyways.

Also, to lighten the mood from the depressing last chapter, I felt like writing something fluffy and adorable.

Still, this is completely following the ending of Kuro II So if you still haven't watched that, do so before reading this.

IV-That Butler: Present

Rated: T for implied shenanigans

"Young master, it is time to rise,"

The black-clad servant drew the curtain in the small boy's room. The figure beneath the sheets stirred.

"Hng..." The young master grumbled, scowling from the unwanted intrusion of light into his quarters.

His butler sighed. Kneeling beside his young master's side, he said quietly,

"My lord, if you do not make haste, we will for certain be late,"

"...That's all that matters to you; punctuality..." The small boy said groggily. The butler smirked.

"Of course. I am a butler after all,"

The boy sat up, rubbing his still sleep-heavy lids with the backs of his hands.

"Come now, master. Allow me to help you dress for the day ahead of us,"

"Your tea for the day is iced jade oolong with a hint of lime. It seems to be rather popular amongst teens nowadays,"

Ciel sipped at the glass, scowling.

"Ugh...this is ghastly. It's far too sweet...and artificial..." The earl pushed the cup away.

"While I agree completely sir," Sebastian said, regarding the rejected tea in a similar manner as his master. "It is sadly, a flavor you must adapt to in this time," Ciel sighed.

"And if I refuse?" Certainly, the earl thought to himself, finding decent tea cannot be that difficult. It was a new century, not a new world...

Sebastian smirked.

"Well...perhaps you will learn to enjoy it?" Ciel scoffed. Smirking all the while, Sebastian leaned in closer to his master's face. Holding the glass of offensive tea to his lips, the butler said

"Perhaps this is a more suitable way to drink something so revolting?"

Sebastian pressed his mouth against his young master's, spilling the artificial drink into the earl's parted lips.

Sebastian smirked as he pulled back.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Ciel swallowed, a light blush tinting his cheeks. Wiping away the liquid that had dribbled from the corners of his mouth, the earl said,

"Hm...It's not so bad the second time around..."

"So, you shall learn to like it?" It was now Ciel's turn to smirk.

"Only if it is served to me in such a manner every morning,"

"Yes, my lord,"

Ciel stood from the table.

"Come now, Sebastian, lest we be late,"

"Now, young master, where is it you would like to g-" Sebastian stopped. Ciel had climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Right beside his butler. Calling "shot-gun" was not something the young master never did.

Ciel took note of his butler's slightly shocked expression.

"What? Are you saying I'm too small to sit up here?"

Sebastian chuckled.

"No. Not at all,"

The butler turned the key in the ignition.

"Now, where would you like to go, my young lord?"

Ciel was silent for a minute. He then turned to his butler.

"How about you?"

And, for the first time in the countless centuries the demon had walked this earth, Sebastian smiled.

"...You can't be serious..."

"Well, you did ask me where I wanted to go,"

"What are you, Sebastian? Five?"

"Perhaps,"

Ciel sneezed.

He stood far away from the tiger's cage.

The zoo. Out of all the places Sebastiam could have taken him, he had chosen the zoo.

And for what purpose? To see the tigers. And the lions. And any other animal that happened to be feline.

"Tch..." Well, Ciel thought to himself. At least he didn't go to the pet store or the pound.

"Oh, come look young master! She has cubs,"

"I'm allergic, you idiot!"

Sebastian, however, did not hear his young master's insult.

Ciel palmed his forehead. In such an environment, it was rather difficult to tell who the elder demom was.

"Sebastian, I'm hungry,"

"Is that so? What would the young master like to eat?"

Ciel peered around, eyeing the vendor's carts.

"A frozen yogurt. Strawberry,"

"Certainly,"

The two immortals approached the frozen yogurt vendor, a young woman in her mid twenties.

"Excuse me, I'd like to purchase a strawberry frozen yogurt,"

The lady giggled. Ciel frowned as he watched the vendor eye his butler from top to bottom, then back up again.

"Of course," As she worked the soft serve into a cone, the lady took note of Ciel.

"Oh, what an adorable child!" Ciel held back a grimace. "Your younger brother? He couldn't possibly be your son- you're far to young,"

Ciel was ready to kick the vendor's cart over.

Sebastian placed a hand on his seething young master's shoulder.

The lady handed Sebastian the soft serve sloppily, lathering Sebastian's cheek in strawberry yogurt.

"Oh dear, please excuse me, I'm terribly clumsy! Allow m-"

"No, it's fine," Ciel said flatly. The vendor blinked. Sebastian blinked. Ciel tugged on his butler's arm, pulling him down to his height.

"I'll get it," Ciel leaned in, cleaning the butler's cheek with his small tongue.

The vendor watched wide-eyed, debating on whether the act was legal or not.

Ciel smirked, taking the soft serve from Sebastian's hand.

The two walked away from the cart, the eyes of the vendor following them with a mixed expression of disgust and confusion.

"Young master...With all due respect, that could have potentially gotten me arrested,"

Ciel scoffed.

"There's a lot of things we do that could get you arrested, Sebastian. It's never stopped you before," Sebastian smirked.

"Touche, young lord,"

"And enough with the 'young lord'"

"Pardon?"

"I stopped being a 'young lord' quite some time ago. My name is Ciel,"

"Yes my...Ciel," The name sounded foriegn on the butler's tongue. Over two centuries the pair had spent together, not once had Sebastian ever said his young master's name.

"...Close enough. You'll get used to it over time, I suppose,"

"Like the tea?"

"...Like the tea,"