Dawn arrived faster than anyone expected. Neither Sebastian, Alois, Claude, Nor Ciel had been able to sleep. The sun had begun to rise, painting the sky a soft and light red.
"Master, it is time to wake up. You have a very busy schedule. This morning's breakfast is scones and the tea is Mariage Frères Darjeeling."
Alois, already awake, pretended to wake up. He didn't need Sebastian knowing that he had not a wink of sleep the night before. Most importantly, he wouldn't let him know that it was his fault for being so mesmerizing. "A busy schedule?" He asked, confused, "I thought I had no plans for today?"
Sebastian smiled and replied, "You don't. I just wanted you to wake up."
Alois was about to glare at him but upon seeing that smile, all annoyance or anger dispersed. Instead he looked away, blushing and said "Oh." 'Why am I acting so strangely? I'm not usually this serious. Or worried. Or annoyed. What's wrong with me?' He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. "So, I don't have any plans for today? At all? I wonder how I'll keep myself entertained…" Alois said sarcastically and smiled back at Sebastian as he moved closer to change his clothes.
"So Sebastian, why dress me, if you're just going to undress me?" Alois asked
Sebastian let out a small laugh. "Because I want to have the pleasure of doing so. Besides, are you going to have breakfast naked, in front of your servants?"
Alois sighed and answered, "I guess not."
Yeah. Today would be fun.
Ciel stared at the crack of light seeping in through the small gap between the drapes. He took comfort in the fact that Claude would be there any moment to wake him. Or at least Claude thought he was waking him up. Ciel had stared into the darkness all night, wondering what was going through his head when he had sex with Claude. The thought "Love" kept popping into his mind. But he didn't think it was love. Claude made him feel special. Claude made him feel like he actually cared and understood him. If you had asked them yesterday, the hate would have gone in both directions but now, it had become a battle between the heart and the mind. In Ciel's world, the mind was above all else. He compared his whole life to a chess game. His heart had been turned into what he thought was a permanently cold stone. But Claude had made it melt. This newly found emotion took over his thoughts and turned them into a tainted bliss.
For Claude, things were beyond complicated. He was a demon. Always monotone, always emotionless. But then, he felt something strange. Something this demon had never felt before. An emotion that was there for a flash of a second and then took over him. Like a spark that ignites a fire. Deep within his heart, it began to glow and slowly, yet so quickly that he could not grasp the moment, it illuminated him from the inside out. Metaphorically, of course. Never in his existence had he felt something even remotely similar to this. It was strange, without a doubt, but he enjoyed it. There was no word he could describe it with. He thought of a thousand adjectives to compare it to and none was perfect. Out of his subconscious, the word "Love" came to mind and not for a second did he attempt to deny it because he knew, at that instant, that it was exactly right.