AN: DRABBLE DRABBLE DRABBLE DRABBLE. I'm in the mood for writing. I have an essay I should be doing. BUT I'M NOT DOING IT because I really, really don't feel like writing about Les Miserables right now. Hahahahaha you stupid freshmen ahahaha shut up. I don't even know what I'm writing about right now. I'm just….TYPE TYPE TYPE TYPE.

Oh if you guys are looking forward to the sequel to chapter 3, don't. I don't know when I'm ever going to do it. I will….at some point. I think.

This is my first time using prompts. I've read several fics that do, and they look fun, so I thought I'd give it a go. This will probably make no sense at all. FUCK YEAH.

That Butler; Prompted

I- Two AM

Two past midnight was a dreadfully boring time for the raven. His young robin was sound asleep; as should he be. If the raven required such a thing, of course. Sleeping was a luxury the raven did not tend to indulge in often. A precious waste of the eternal hours he possessed, thought the creature.

The manor was near silent, the only audible sound being the ticking of the grandfather clocks scattered about the mansion. Tolling at every half past mark, once, twice, thrice. The intervals between tolls seemed to grow longer as the raven awaited the rising sun, signaling the start of a new day. Until then, the raven silent watched over his slumbering robin.

II- Lull and Storm

Unlike children sharing the same age as he, Ciel Phantomhive slept best when a storm brewed. The sound of the pelting rain, the shaking thunder, it put the young master at such ease. For, the young master knew, it would be near impossible for a fire to start under so much rainfall.

III- Children

Children- how the young master hated them so. So chipper, carefree, naïve; if they only knew of the sorrow that enveloped the world they used so carelessly as their playground.

But, those who were unfamiliar with the earl would retort, you are but a child yourself. To this, the young earl of twelve would scowl. Despite his age and physical appearance, those who personally knew the Earl of Phantomhive were deftly aware; the young lord ceased being a child long ago. The lord was an adult confined within the limits of a child's body; oh how the young master brooded this so.

But, perhaps there was still some child left in that forced-adult mindset? When that butler brought the master his afternoon tea and sweets, the earl's cold eyes melted into those of youthful delight. His expression remained stoic, but those eyes, oh those eyes never lied. They glittered with happiness, the happiness only a child could display.

Of course, not a single person knew of the earl's weakness. Not a single person, that butler aside.

IV- Locks

Sebastian was the only one who had the keys to any of the doors within the manor. Originally, the only keys he kept on his person were to the back door, the main entrance, and to his young master's quarters. The other rooms, why, there was really no need to lock them.

As time passed, however, Sebastian's key ring started collecting more and more keys. First, it was to his young master's study. Then, to the drawing room. The library, the kitchen, and several hall closets joined shortly.

It should be said that none of the rooms in the manor could be locked from the inside without a key.

After a while, Sebastian simply carried the keys to all the rooms on his person at all times. After all, his master was a very unpredictable person.

AN; Okay I kind of suck at prompts. The only one here I like in the least bit is Locks; since I've never seen it done before. The first three are so overdone, it makes me wretch. But whatever….There's no dialogue in this, which makes me somewhat proud, since I am dialogue-reliant person.