AN: Well it seems I met my self-proclaimed deadline and pumped out another oneshot before this evening. Celebrate now! Woo! So I definitely have a lot more ideas coming, and I really didn't intend on doing this one at all, let alone second! Forgive me if it's far too similar to the first. I have plenty more ideas on the way and tons more to write, as well an maybe sticking a lemon in here at the half-way mark? Please do tell me what you'd think!

Summary: Well I went to see a musical the other evening, and as I observed inspiration struck me light a divine bolt of lightening. And thus we get this. A mixture of SebastainxCiel and Sweet Charity. Sweet charity is a musical about a "Dance Hall Hostess". If you're unfamiliar with it please feel free to look it up, as well as what a dance Hall really is. For this little snippet we get a cross-dressing Ciel, and some suggestive lines from Sebastian. So those of you looking for something a lot less sickeningly sweet than the last one; here you go! As far as the time line goes I suppose we'd put this in the 1960's-70's? Once again don't quote me on that. I'm not shooting for accuracy here. All the same I hope you enjoy. ^^

WARNING: This one had a fair amount of cussing, as well as a few suggestive sentences, and a cross dressing Ciel. It's nothing major but warnings are always in order as i don't want to get my butt handed to me by angry innocents! So if you haven't heard a a curse word before; cover your virgin eyes and click the back button.

Disclaimer: All Kuroshitsuji characters belong to Yana Toboso. Not me. No matter how much I wish it. You can check my basment if you'd like. Also any lines from Sweet Charity don't belong to me either!

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"If I love you, what business is it of yours?" -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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"Ciel! Where's my bag at? Where'd you put it?"

A young boy looked up from his seat in front of a extravagantly lit mirror, he was quietly reading a small book, seated in a plush vanity seat. A sigh escaped his lips as he gently put the book down upon the counter top; cluttered with make-up and trinkets he himself was unfamiliar with. He wore a simple suit, monochromatic and classic; save for the fact that his pants were shorts that came to rest at about knee level. His eyes, bright cerulean under the fluorescents, looked up to the source of the voice that called him.

A woman in a tightly fitting scarlet dress looked at him, one had on her hip, the other held out in a questioning gesture; her blonde curly hair was tied up in a messy updo. Her ruby garment flared at the bottom, which rested above her knees, and her face was hidden behind layers of make-up.

"I put it under here, you left it on the table and it was in the way. Rosie would get angry if she had known you left it out again."

He rolled his eyes as he spoke his final sentence, and the woman only shook her head and held her hand out.

Ciel grabbed a small black purse from under his feet, walking over to her and placing it in her extended hand forcefully.

"Thanks Ciel, sorry 'bout that! I just wanna get outta here is all," she said in a quick apology, sitting in the spot the boy had previously occupied and examining her appearance in the mirror carefully. She pulled at a few strands of hair, and eyed up one side of her face carefully.

"Doesn't everyone? It's no need for me to have to take a hit for you all the time Christine."

The boy frowned as he realized his seat had been taken, and he moved to another one, the mirror far smaller and the counter before it just as cluttered. There were two more to his left, and then the large black door that Christine had just entered from moments ago. The room it's self was decorated in a velvety red wall-paper that was faded and peeling in some areas, poorly lit with a few wall-lamps and the bulbs that lined the mirror Christine had plopped herself in front of just moment earlier.

"Yeah, but even you know better. Ciel, honey, this place is a trap and we're not ever gettin' out."

She looked to her left, facing the placid-haired boy and crossing her long legs. She gave a long sigh putting her hands in her lap.

The boy merely looked to her with nonchalance, and she shrugged.

"I don't mean to be a downer but you know it! I gotta go but I think Paulie wants ya out on the floor for somethin'. I'll be seein' ya!"

At this he let out a long groan, and the blonde only smiled at him and stood, turning to leave out the black door she had just entered from; she turned on her fancy high heel to blow a kiss before she was out of sight again.

He cast her a small wave, and looked at his reflection before him, frowning as he locked eyes with his duplicate. That garishly young face and that pale complexion; and then there those eyes, those piercing blue eyes. He hated that most.

He paused a moment in his thought, and chuckled to himself.

"No no, wait just a moment there," he told himself, shaking his head and snickering, "What I hate most is being stuck working here in this wretched place. This hell hole is gonna be the end of me."

With that he stood again, making his way to the looming black door and stepping through it into a miasma of smoke and darkness. Figures shifted across a dimly lit dance-floor and far more flitted about the dark corners in shifty pairs. Short skirts, long legs, and licentious eyes flickered in the haze. Ciel merely made his way along, past a few table and booths where duo's laughed and conversed; a lighter usually being pulled to light a waiting cigarette placed between the lips of a loyal customer who had eyes on other things.

This was the New York, Roxanne Dance Hall.

This was Ciel's home.

His life.

And he owed it to the club; and to Paulie to.

And he knew he would never be able to leave.

"Hey kid!" A large man with an argyle tawdry suit, and a head of thinning and graying hair called to him from his perch on a balcony above the floor. He gazed up with a look of disparagement, and quickly scurried up the elegantly banistered stairs.

"What do you need now?" his voice held hints of annoyance beyond the façade of crumbling respect.

Paulie merely looked down at him with a large grin, almost sinister.

"Guess who's not gonna make it in tonight, yet again?"

"Oh what the fucking hell! Why can't she ever make it here on time? What could possibly possess a woman to be late so habitually?" Ciel threw a small tantrum, thrown into a bout of rage; his face immediately reddening in a mix of anger and foretelling.

"Now now, settle down and get dressed ok? It's a busy night and I can't afford to lose any business," he paused, looking down at Ciel before moving his stubby hands to pinch his cheeks teasingly, "Plus you need that extra cash don't you Celine?"

He let out a roaring laugh and Ciel scowled, batting his hand away.

"Get your grubby mitts off my face," he sneered, before stomping off down the stairs again and across the floor. He stormed across the dance hall, murky and dark.

As he passed a man still looking for a spare hostess he felt a hand grope his rump and jumped, turning around quickly with angry tick beginning to reach his eyebrow.

"Excuse me! Did you just make a pass at me sir?" he asked, his voice sickeningly sweet and his blue eyes closed in a genuine brimming grin. His jaw clenched and his teeth gritted.

The man, who was tall and aging with glasses and large bald spot only scoffed at first, slightly taken aback. He turned and looked down a little, not making eye contact with the boy.

"Well that depends," he turned slightly to flash a large bill in his hand, "If you're willing to accompany me. I don't think you're really tied down working here since your obviously not one of the girls."

The man looked about, a perverse look writhing across his features as he looked down at Ciel again, who was now flashing him a fierce scowl.

"Though, you're so cute you could pass as one if you tried; and that's good enough for me. So-URGH!"

The man was cut short as Ciel had just about snapped, delivering a nice hardy punch to the man's lower gut. He huffed a little, glaring at the man who was now folded over upon himself, clutching his abdomen.

"Up yours!" he spat, turning heel and storming off to the dressing rooms once again. He noticed the girls and other patrons watching him, and a few making their way to approach the man who was now shouting obscenities after him.

He threw open the door and marched over to a rack of flouncy garments and pulling a longer one from it. It was black and just below knee length; with ruffles along its hem and puffy short sleeves. He sighed, looking at the item with loathing. He began to undo his tie and shrug off his black coat.

He cursed that woman Millie, who had once again refused to show. She got a lot of good business and whenever she didn't show it was always sure to be a busy night; since of course fate had it out for him. Luckily enough for big Paulie out there, who was probably just chuckling to himself at this very moment, Celine seemed to bring in a lot business to.

And well, she was always available to work.

As Ciel looked at himself in the mirror, frowning at his reflection, he thought about just how he ended up like this. Dressing like a woman, soliciting his time to grabby men, and working as a basic janitor when he wasn't darting about like a pretty little woman.

"Fickle finger of fate," he murmured to himself, pulling out a wig that matched his hair color; it was decorated with two long falls of flowing locks and he tugged it over his head quickly and gave himself one last look (Quickly because if he looked to long he'd once again have to realize the fact that he could pass as woman) before heading back out onto the floor again.

He coughed a little, as the smoke made his throat itch a slight bit, and looked about. Sure enough it seemed another flourish of men were walking in and there were only a few girls standing off to the side.

"Hey Celine, get over here!" One brunette called, ushering him over with a manicured finger.

Ciel only sighed, waltzing over to the group of women who were watching the small crowd of gentlemen enter. He soon took a place amongst them, leaning back against the wall and hoping to stay as far out of sight as possible. Meanwhile, the other made themselves as visible as possible, and a raven-haired woman looked over her shoulder with a catty grin.

"So Milly didn't make it again, eh?"

"Shut up Rosie!" Ciel hissed.

The woman only chuckled, before turning to face a parade of men who walked by, eyeing up the group carefully.

"How's about it mister?"

"I can show you a good time."

"How about a good laugh?"

"You look like a man of distinction."

The usual phrases echoed in his mind, and he was slowly seeing his wall of sanctuary deteriorate as one by one the girls were led away by patron after patron, he remained looking away hoping that he would remain unnoticed. Ciel cursed inwardly as he realized he was now alone and there was still a tall figure standing before him.

He sighed, looking up to greet him and opening his mouth to speak. When he did, nothing came out.

Before him stood someone, who he could only guess was maybe still in his early twenties, maybe younger. He was stunningly shaped, tall and built; his face refined and striking in nature. He had long ebony locks and eyes that seemed to glow like rubies through the cloudy darkness of the hall.

Needless to say he was not a usual patron.

No, definitely not usual.

Ciel was so enveloped in his appearance he jumped when he finally opened his mouth and spoke, his voice coming out like smooth velvety cake; low and sweet.

"Why hello, I guess it's you and me left isn't it?"

Ciel only nodded; afraid if he spoke his voice wouldn't come out properly (In the abnormal high tone he needed to use in this case), His eyes drifting up to meet the two garnets that stared down at him with a glimmering intrigue.

Ciel flinched slightly; afraid he would be found out if he didn't act normally. He took the man's hand in his and led him to the floor, and he followed willingly an open-mouthed smirk spreading across his face as Ciel turned to take his hand and place it on his back, and took the other in his. He dedicated himself to thinking about dance steps and the duo began to move; the man chuckling at Ciel's forceful nature.

"Do I get to have a chat? Or even your name would be fine?" he asked, gazing down as they shifted across the floor to the buoyant music, gracefully moving about with a bounce in each step.

Ciel looked up, casting a sweet smile (One he didn't have to try and force as much as usual), "I'm Celine, sorry about that. It's a pleasure really. Can I get your name mister?"

The ebony-haired man blinked once or twice before answering with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Sebastian, Sebastian Michaelis."

Ciel nodded, moving carefully as Sebastian leant forward, carefully resting Ciel's weight upon his arm as he was dipped slowly and pulled back up; his face dangerously close to his partner's.

Ciel felt his face heat up, and he knew his cheeks were tinged a light pink; his eyes wide and his feet momentarily clumsy. He stumbled slightly, over his partner's feet, feeling the room spin a little from the prior motion (He was starting to feel woozy with all this spinning going on).

Sebastian carefully held onto the faltering boy, as he staggered.

"Are you alright?" He raised an eyebrow at the boy whose eyes were now becoming dangerously unfocused.

As Ciel watched Sebastian's face, he realized he wasn't feeling nearly as well as he had earlier. He nearly tumbled over as he was twirled once again, outward then back into his partner's arms.

"I-I'm…"

Sebastian's hold remained firm and he moved his hands to the boy's small shoulders, gripping them firmly and looking into his eyes, his face once again centimeters from Ciel's who was now looking more pale than anything; his eye's fluttering slightly.

"Are you alright, you look ill?"

"I'm fine I just need some air!"

Ciel quickly ran to the doors and out of the dance hall, into the cool night air. He felt immediately relieved of the smoky air, but his head was still spinning relentlessly, and he felt himself wither once again.

Sebastian soon followed noticing the boy was now swaying side to side on the sidewalk.

"Hey! Are-!"

He saw the small form crumple like a tumbling building and quickly caught the boy's light frame before he hit the ground. He looked about, a confused expression briefly crossing his features, before he hoisted the limp form of Ciel off the ground; carrying him bridal style he carried him a little ways off, before attempting to hail a cab.

Ciel remembered nothing in his final moments, except that the last thing crossing his mind was a simple thought; one that he figured he should have recalled earlier.

'I haven't eaten since yesterday have I?'

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Ciel awoke and felt surprisingly comfortable, his hands tangling in silken fabrics as he realized his head hurt quite a bit. He hissed, pulling the other hand up to his temple and slowly opening his eyes. They met a plain white ceiling fixed with a bright hanging fixture. He squinted at the light, turning to look around again.

He paused in thought before realizing he was in someone else's home.

"Huh?" Ciel sat up abruptly, the blood rushing form his head and making him feel faint again before he regained some composure. He looked around to see a relatively normal apartment (Although it was far more extravagant than his shabby home and far larger as well), the plush couch a little ways off, a small table for two, a large closet, some nightstands on either side of the bed, and a large dresser. He looked at the plush bed he laid on, covered in a soft red comforter that had obviously been mussed by his restless sleeping on it.

"Are you awake now?"

Ciel jumped about ten feet, turning to see the familiar face and ebony locks of none other than Sebastian.

"Sorry to startle you. I thought you'd never wake up. Have you eaten anything lately?"

Ciel remained silent, realizing the sticky situation he was in.

What about the Dance Hall?

Paulie?

What about his cover?

Ciel panicked briefly, looking to face his host with an alarmed expression as he reached up and realized he was not wearing his normal wig of long hair, instead he saw it resting on a table a short ways off.

Sebastian followed his line of sight, and then looked back to him, curious.

"Oh! Yes I figured I'd relieve you of that as it must be quite warm. I was going to change you out of that as well but I wasn't sure how truly modest you were. Maybe you'd wake up and try to kill me for gazing upon your naked body."

Ciel's face lit up with a familiar pink tint as his last words, and smirk spread across the raven-haired man's face.

"Oh fuck off!"

"Oh! He speaks!"

Ciel fumed quietly, casting a defiant look at his host, who only chuckled at his dismay.

"If you tell anyone I'll kill you! How can I work if people know I'm a boy! Paulie will kill me if he finds out! He'll kill me for leaving to! Oh hell!"

Ciel scrambled off the bed, trying to make his way out as fast as he possibly could, he ran to grab the wig from the table, but was stopped as Sebastian stepped firmly into his path.

He paused, looking up to see the man with a disappointed look on his face, though if you'd ask him it seemed pretty feigned.

"Please don't worry about that, I consulted your boss before I left and he knows your situation."

He gave a smile that made Ciel's insides flutter slightly, and he turned on his heel to waltz over to the dresser in the corner of the room.

"Plus, I figure you'll attract men anyway, even if you aren't dressed like that, am I right?"

Ciel was left abashed, blinking briefly.

"How long did you know? Does Paulie know you know?"

Ciel glared intently at the man's back, awaiting an answer.

"Oh he doesn't know, but I feel like he's certain I would've by the end of the night."

The man paused to look over his shoulder and cast Ciel a witty look, which only made Ciel let out a huff.

"As for me, I knew the moment I approached you in the hall."

Ciel's jaw dropped.

This was not supposed to happen at all.

Could other people tell if this man could? Was he truly that bad of an actor? Though, it had been an off night after all.

"How?"

Ciel asked, cocking his head to the side inquisitively.

"Your chest. And your voice."

Ciel blushed at the lewdness of his first answer, and looked to the side as the man spoke again.

"I take it wearing that dress may be quite uncomfortable, so I'll lend you some of my clothing. It'd be nice if you'd stay and have something to eat."

He turned, a white dress shirt and some black slacks folded neatly in his hands, and he waltzed over gracefully and put them in Ciel's hands.

Ciel only looked at his own appearance, realizing that he indeed felt strange being out of the dance hall in such attire. Some pants would be nice indeed, and he obliged the man, turning and setting them on the bed.

Sebastian cast him a grin, not moving from his spot.

"Well?" Ciel asked, motioning for Sebastian to leave or turn around

"Well what?" He asked, a feigned innocence in his voice that rang like a callously sweet bell.

"You buffoon! I'm not undressing while you watch me!"

"Ah So I really should have taken advantage of you while you were sleeping then?"

"Fuck you! Now get out!"

Ciel stomped over and pushed the man towards the door, out of the room. The only reason he budged was because he allowed Ciel to move him, and he chuckled as the door was slammed in his face.

"I'll fetch some food for us then," he spoke through the barrier of the door.

Ciel only flipped him off from behind the façade, and turned to face the large room once again.

He stormed over to the clothing, picking up the shirt and looking at it.

He sighed, seeing as it was significantly larger than him and would probably reach all the way down to his upper thigh in length. Never the less, he rid himself of the silky black article, stripping down to his undergarments and adorning the large white shirt. He buttoned it with some difficulties before picking up the large black slacks.

His face fell again.

There was simply no way they would ever fit his tiny frame.

Not only would they be significantly longer, but they would certainly fall off his tiny hips as soon as he pulled them on. Yet again, he still attempted the task, carefully pulling his legs through one at a time and gingerly yanking them up to rest at his waist.

As soon as he removed his hands they dropped right back to the floor.

And as incredibly inconvenient as it was (Or perhaps convenient for the devilish host), Sebastian re-entered the room at that moment with two plates in hand, each with a slice of cake.

Ciel immediately scrambled to pull up the article, and hide his pale legs and undergarments from sight.

Sebastian merely let out a stifled snicker, setting the plates on the table and covering his mouth with his hand as he watched with a bemused expression as the flustered boy clung to the black slacks.

"I had a feeling they might fit a bit loose on you, being so small and all."

"Shut up!"

Ciel hissed, stomping over as best he could and glaring up at him with a feeble intensity.

Sebastian cast him a smile, leaning over to meet him face to face.

"I don't think it's very plausible for you to be hanging onto those all night so why don't you just forget about them?"

Ciel, although reluctant, had to admit it was quite ludicrous to even entertain the idea that he would stumble about here all evening like this. So he sighed and shed the black pants, handing them over to the raven-haired man and blushing deep crimson; feeling utterly exposed.

Sebastian's smile never ceased, only developing into that open-mouthed smirk that seemed so sinister and yet so alluring.

"Please take a seat and eat. You must be hungry."

Ciel obliged this wish because, just as the man had predicted, he was incredibly famished.

He eyed up the lovely piece of yellow cake greedily, licking his lips with ravenous hunger.

Sebastian watched form the corner of his eye as he set down the pants, smirking once again. He soon joined Ciel at the small table, watching as the boy began to dig into the pastry with no restraint. He shoveled mouthful after mouthful of the delectable good into his mouth.

Sebastian couldn't help but chuckle as he observed, and poured some champagne into two crystal flutes.

"So, what is your actual name, Celine?"

Ciel looked up, casting him a brief look before sighing and putting down his fork.

"It's Ciel."

"That's nice name, not common," he paused, taking a sip from the glass before him, and Ciel copied his motions, eyeing him carefully.

"And how, may I ask, did you end up dressing up as a dance hall hostess, Ciel?"

Ciel blinked a few times before the question registered.

"Fickle finger of fate."

"What?"

"Fickle finger of fate," he repeated again, taking another bite of cake and eyeing Sebastian from the corner of his eye as he chewed the sweet carefully.

When Sebastian cast him yet another questioning look, he turned to face him again, stabbing his fork into the remaining cake.

"It means I don't feel like explaining, and the truth of the matter is I'm not exactly sure myself. So it must be the fickle finger of fate."

He gave one last shrug, looking to see Sebastian snigger again.

"Well you know it's a bit odd even then."

Ciel only scoffed, looking down at his bare feet and legs.

"Well, I gotta do what I gotta do."

At this Sebastian's face fell slightly and he hummed quietly, thinking as he took another drink of the bubbling champagne.

Then something crossed Ciel's mind again. Something that he was sure would save his hide from Paulie; no matter how desperate it may seem.

"Well, as long as you keep your mouth shut, and since you've done all this I suppose I owe you something. So, is there anything I could do for you, Sebastian?"

Sebastian merely raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by Ciel's change in nature.

"Anything? Anything I could do?"

Ciel had a pretty good idea of how the girls at the hall made their extra cash. All those extra-curricular activities made up for the horrid pay at work, and he knew just how they made it.

He picked up the fork he had shanked his remaining cake with before and held it up to his lips, licking it slowly and letting his tongue drag along its length, lapping up some of the white frosting.

Sebastian, who was taken aback by the boy's gesture, merely observed.

"If you know what I mean?"

"Hm?"

"Do you know what I mean?" Ciel asked, for once not sure if this was going right over the man's head. He was getting more and more frustrated as he wasn't receiving any reaction, and he crossed his arms and pouted in aggravation.

Sebastian laughed, though only in a quiet chuckle, and gazed at the boy across the table with impious eyes.

"I do I do, but I'm afraid I cannot do that."

Ciel blinked a few times before his response processed fully.

"What?" he asked, slightly angered at the answer he had received. For some reason beyond him he felt slightly offended, and maybe a little disappointed.

Just a little though.

Very little.

"Well, I'm afraid I'd simply break you if I tried to do anything like that, little Ciel."

He took his prior thought back.

"Oh fuck you!" Ciel huffed, shoving another piece of cake into his mouth and standing abruptly, he moved to the doorway in livid stomps.

Sebastian, watched a moment, but soon stood quickly, running to catch the boy before he left, placing a hand on the door before he could open it and storm out.

"Please," Sebastian looked at Ciel, who had turned to face the man with a scowl, "I'd very much like it if you'd stay."

Something in the man's ruby orbs, though Ciel had not an inkling of an idea what, pulled him in with a gravity that he could not resist and before he knew it he was walking back over to take a seat on the soft bed.

He looked up at Sebastian who followed him over, bending over to meet him eye to eye.

"I will not speak a word of this to anyone, and as far as your boss goes," he rummaged through his pocket before removing a bill and placing it in Ciel's hands which had rested in his lap, "You can hand him this to satisfy him."

Ciel looked down at the bill, and then back up at the man's face, thoroughly pulled into his charms at the moment.

He didn't even think of turning away when the raven-haired man leaned in slowly, and pressed his lips against his own, softly and carefully.

His lips tasted like spice cake.

And when he pulled away Ciel didn't even think of slapping him, or punching him.

He merely raised a hand to his lips, touching them gently and looking up into Sebastian's smiling face.

"Now let me get you a belt for those pants so you can at least get home."

He turned away, off to scour for the desired item, and left Ciel sitting quietly with a pink flush upon his cheeks and his heart pounding in his chest.

Ciel had never felt so incredibly enamored before when things like this had happened.

Usually a man who had drank a bit too much might try and lean in for a kiss, or maybe a lecherous old coot might try and make a few grabs at him; to all of which Ciel always responded with a sharp slap and even sharper words.

However, this was obviously not the case with this charming Casanova.

Ciel watched as Sebastian turned around, holding out the pants and belt for him to take. Ciel obliged, standing and dressing in a daze. Sebastian only smiled, and when Ciel had finished he raised his hand to Ciel's cheek, dragging his caress down to the boy's chin and tilting it upwards to plant yet another soft kiss upon his lips.

When he stood again, a smirk played across his lips, and Ciel looked up at him, blushing once again and turning away. He made his way to the door quietly, opening it and turning to face his host one last time.

"Well, it's been interesting," Ciel began, feeling awkward in making his goodbye after such an occasion.

Sebastian only chuckled, looking down at Ciel's anxious face.

"What are you doing on Saturday?"

"Huh?"

Ciel raised an eyebrow, slightly confused.

"Would you like to accompany me on a date Saturday?"

Ciel was still slightly shocked, but nodded vigorously in response before he was able to force out an audible reply.

"Yes, I suppose why not?"

Sebastian smiled, this time in a more genuine manner, and placed his lips to Ciel's ear, causing him to shiver in response to him warm breath.

"Well then I'll see you Saturday."

Ciel pulled away, his face a light cherry at Sebastian's gesture, he cast him a weary look and earned another laugh.

"Goodnight Ciel."

"Goodnight Sebastian."

With that Sebastian shut the door, stealing one last look as Ciel made his way out of his apartment and into the hall. When he turned to look at his abode, he saw the black dress still draped over a chair.

The dress that Ciel had worn.

The one that belonged to the New York, Roxanne Dance Hall.

He let out a laugh, and smiled to himself once again.

"I guess he's not off the hook after all."

As if on cue he heard a knock at the door, and turned on heel.

A licentious smirk spread across his face, and he chuckled as he turned the doorknob.

"Indeed the night is still young Ciel, but I didn't know you wished to spend the night so bad you'd resort to leaving things in my apartment."

"Up yours!"

Thanks again guys xD

As this went on I had some good fun writing it late at night. Ciel's such a lil' firecracker :3

If it seems a bit rushed sometimes it's cause it sometimes was! Apologies! The next one will be far better!

As far as the date of the 'next one' goes you can probably expect it in about a week's time at most. ^^

Thanks again for reading and reviewing~3

Always appreciated!

-Staacy