Author's Note

Ahh! I love all my reviewers so much! Thanks, guys!
So, Ciel679 messaged me asking me where I got my Kuroshitsuji Character Guide book from, and I thought it was a good question! So, if anyone else is wondering, I got it from Kinokuniya. I'm not sure where this bookstore can be found, but if you want the Kuroshitsuji character guide, my advice is that you go to an Asian bookshop that sells manga in Japanese. It would be with the Kuroshitsuji manga, but it is all in Japanese, so if you can't read Japanese, I'd suggest waiting until it comes out in English to get it. Whenever that will happen…
My reason for making Undertaker a cook in the last chapter is simple; not only does he always have those delicious-looking bone cookies which I would suspect he made himself, he also states in one chapter that he had finished baking a cake and offers the Earl some. Thus, I assume, he is fairly good at, at the very least, baking.
Song this time is From the Cradle to the Grave sung by KAITO. Love vocaloids.
So, anyway, enough rambling! Here we go!

Blearily, Ciel regained consciousness, though his head throbbed angrily at the place where he had been struck. He blinked to check that his eyes were open and that he was, in fact, tied to a chair in a room as dark as pitch.

'Shit,' he muttered to himself. Things had certainly not gone according to plan, and the young man struggled to try and free himself from the rope that tied him to the seat, however he only succeeded in tipping the chair over onto its side, carrying him along with it. Ciel landed with a thud, and let out a small cry of pain and shock, and there was a light chuckle in the darkness.

'I see you're awake,' the light in the room was flicked on, and the assassin squeezed his eyes shut before slowly opening them to let them adjust. Looking up, Ciel saw Sebastian sitting quite calmly on a chair across from him, an amused smirk on the raven-haired man's face. The younger man glowered up at his captor, frustrated, and still squirming.

'You won't be able to get free from those ropes. I tied them myself,' Sebastian told Ciel cheerily, and he easily lifted the seat back up.

'So then, my little would-be-killer,' the tall man started, sitting back down, 'who was it who hired you to kill me?' Ciel said nothing, wondering how it was Sebastian knew he had been hired to assassinate him. As if reading his mind, Sebastian smiled, 'your handgun wasn't very well concealed.'

'I don't know,' Ciel spat back vehemently, glaring daggers at the other man, who raised the assassin's gun and pointed it at his forehead.

'Do you really not know?' Sebastian asked head cocked to one side, watching his captive carefully.

'I swear, I don't know! The note's in my goddamn pocket you maniac, I just can't read the goddamn signature; now get that gun out of my face!' The tall man laughed at Ciel's response and checked his pockets, finding the envelope easily. A quick skim over the note, and he let out a small, 'ah.' Sebastian looked up at the younger and looked back down at the note. 'Kelvin hired you?' he let out a short laugh, 'I would have thought that man would have given up trying to get rid of me and my business by now.'

'Kelvin?' Ciel asked, leaning forward a little, trying to see the letter again. The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it.

'What's your name, runt?' Sebastian asked, crumpling up the letter, and Ciel seethed with rage.

'Ciel. Not runt. Don't call me that ever,' he snarled, his captor simply smirking back at him.

'Well then, Ciel, I suppose I should free you.'

Ciel was most definitely not free in any sense of the word. Of course, Sebastian had untied him, but had also blackmailed the younger into staying with him.

'If you dare leave, I will contact the authorities immediately and tell them you tried to kill me,' he had smiled sweetly while his words dripped with malice. Normally, Ciel wouldn't be intimidated by anyone, but something about this man scared him. Perhaps it was his eyes; Ciel swore they were crimson, though Sebastian insisted they were a brown colour and left it at that. Despite finding his captor just a little creepy, the younger had found the manor to be quite nice, and a little homey, despite getting lost in it several times due to its size and often confusing halls. However, the assassin's contentment in living with Sebastian was about to change.

The blue-eyed man hadn't decided whether Sebastian seemed creepier at night and in the dark because of their first proper meeting, or because of the way his smirk would grow. It seemed like he was planning something, and the assassin did not want to find out what. His captor was scary enough as it was without sharing his inner-most thoughts. Perhaps this was Ciel's initial hesitation when the taller man offered him a beer.

'Grell assures me that these are the best he has ever had,' Sebastian told him one night, sitting next to the young man on the couch. Ciel found the sudden closeness odd, and the offer even stranger.

'And why are you offering me such a "treat"?' the younger asked, suspicious.

'You seem so tense all the time, I thought it might help you relax,' was the reply, a soft smile on the man's face. Hesitantly, Ciel accepted the bottle, taking a small sip. He had never really liked beer, he preferred wine, but there was just something about this brand that was enjoyable. Time seemed to flit by, and the blue-eyed man consumed more and more, winding up completely off his face. Sebastian, however, had had only the one the entire time, and when his drunken captive asked him why, he replied, 'something about it I just can't stand,' but finished it all the same. With an unhappy pout, Ciel realised that there was no more beer left.

'I want more,' he demanded, and Sebastian chuckled lightly, seemingly closer to the young man than he had been before.

'I have something better than that,' he whispered, his breath tickling Ciel's ear, causing him to shudder in a strangely pleasant way.

'Really?' he asked doubtfully, looking sadly at the empty bottle in his hand. He was pulled from his cheerless state by the older man, who captured his chin with a thumb and forefinger and pulled him into a soft, warm kiss. Ciel let out a small moan of delight before realising what was really happening. With a sudden gasp, the blue-eyed man pulled away from Sebastian, crawled over the arm-rest of the couch and stumbled away from his captor as shock finally set in, having been delayed by the alcohol that buzzed through him.

'Shit,' he slurred.

P.S.

Tadah! Another chapter, as I have come to a halt whilst writing my essay. I want to restart it, but I don't. And does anyone else feel that Sebastian is just a bit creepy? Especially how cheery he seems when interacting with people in a threatening manner. But he's such a loveable, scary bastard! Anyway… Haha, I wonder how awkward things will be now? Also, I think it would be odd for Ciel to drink beer. I think that nobles in the 19th century drank wine because it is so much more refined and elegant. And I can't see Sebastian drinking beer at all. But Grell… Well, I think he might, and then I can see him telling people about it. Argh, sorry for how OOC they are.