Author's Note: This is the new chapter! Please let me know what you think of it when you're done. Two chapters for two days in a row is kind-of

quick, so please don't be angry if I don't always post new chapters this soon. I'm trying to go ahead and get people interested so that they'll be

willing to wait if it ever takes a longer amount of time. Future chapters may take somewhere along the line of three to four days to write. I apologize

if Chapter 2 seems short, but please understand that I don't have a lot of time to write. Feel free to tell me about any errors I may have made!

Dearest Diary - Chapter 2

That Devilish Smile

"Sebastian!". The cry echoed throughout the vast hallway of Phantomhive manor, creating an eerie sort of effect in the darkness. Before the young

Ciel Phantomhive could repeat his call once more, the demented butler was by his side, a questioning look upon on his face. "You called, young

master?" he asked, smirking ever so slightly in the dimness of the room. Ciel angrily crossed his small arms, clearly agitated. "Damn right I called!" he

exclaimed, frowning. "Have you seen a black book lying about? It was missing from my office this morning". This statement sounded more like an

accusation than a question to Sebastian. Luckily, the hallway was dark and his amused expression was not visible to his master. "What sort of

book?" Sebastian asked, attempting to hide the malevolent grin spreading across his face. "I organized your office earlier today, and there's a chance

that I put it away with the other books of its sort. Perhaps if you told me its purpose, I could help you to locate it". Sebastian knew exactly what book

the young master was referring to, but he could continue this conversation without lying until Ciel told him himself. "It was - It - It's nothing" Ciel

stammered, and he quickly turned around and began walking back to his bed chamber, his face growing increasingly red. Sebastian couldn't help but

to laugh as he glanced down at the bulge under his overcoat, where the child's diary rested. If Ciel was so anxious to retrieve the book, then surely

something of interest would be in it. He also wouldn't admit that he had been keeping a diary, as if he were embarrassed by its contents. Sebastian

had to restrain himself from opening the book and reading from it right then and there, as his curiosity towards it continued to grow. He forced

himself to walk back to his own quarters, where he locked the door, removed his shoes, and sat down upon his small bed, all the while pondering

what the next diary entry would say. The demon flipped to the third page, craving the sight of the child's writing.

Dearest Diary,

Oh, what a droll game Sebastian and I played! Neither of us would give up the chance of winning, and so our little chess game is still unfinished. We

have both captured an even amount of pieces, all of which are pawns. It seems that we are both so clever as to avoid each other's traps, but can we

do this forever? Eventually one of us has to make a wrong move, and it shan't be I who does this. Perhaps I am obsessing over this game a bit much;

I do not usually put such thought in to my moves whilst playing. I do not believe that I truly care about losing the game. I care about losing to that

demon. I feel as if he mocks me because he believes that I am of less importance than he is, that I am nothing but a normal, worthless human. I

suppose that this is a way I can prove that I am not worthless to him. Why should I care what a servant thinks of me? Why must I value his opinion?

Why must his damned face invade my thoughts and my dreams, that demonic smirk upon those lips... Oh, dear God! What ever has happened to me?

I fear that this diary is causing emotions to surface that I wish to stay hidden. It is making me think more about how I feel than how I want to feel. I

don't want to admit such things to myself, and yet I know that what I've written is true. Sebastian Michaelis is the first (and hopefully last) to ever

make me feel inferior! What is it about him that does this? I know it has something to do with that wicked smile he always flashes, as well as his

horrid habit of teasing me (Which at times is rather amusing, but often makes me feel lesser). Is it because of his height? He does tower over me and

the other servants, but I'm thirteen so I should be used to adults being considerably taller than I. This angers me! I can usually understand such

things, target exactly what I don't like about a person and attempt to change it, but Sebastian is different. It's like I don't actually know the man,

even though I've spent nearly three years with him already. He does a good job of hiding his true character, of acting apathetic towards me and the

other servants, but... How can a man like this make me feel inferior? It may be because he does have the ability to hide his emotions, and is clearly

more experienced than I when it comes to this. Yes, that must be it. I've always had to hide my grief lest people should think that I am weak, and pity

me. If there is one thing I can't stand, it's pity. This all makes sense to me now. I can rest easy knowing that Sebastian only intimidates me because

of his ability to hide his emotions. I should probably sleep, now that this whole situation is resolved. Oh, dear. I just realized that every entry in this

diary has to do with Sebastian in some way. How is he so perfect when I am not? Damn him! - Ciel

Sebastian laughed hysterically after finishing the third diary entry of the book. The boy's thoughts were truly a mess, and Sebastian had always

admired how calm he seemed to be, for a human that had experienced so much at a young age. Yet this whole time, he had been unknowingly

maddening the boy with his cool demeanor, and apparently, what Ciel referred to as his "perfection". It secretly pleased Sebastian that Ciel thought

so highly of him, as the rest of the people in his life usually feared him or thought of him as a low scoundrel. Of course, he wasn't considering the

maid of the house, who had been obsessed with him since her arrival at the Phantomhive manor. He wasn't fond of her in the slightest, though, and

often chose to work in areas of the house where he knew she wouldn't be. Sighing, Sebastian lay down on his back, closing his eyes and recalling his

favorite parts of the last diary entry he had read. Why must his damned face invade my thoughts and my dreams, that demonic smirk upon on those

lips... Sebastian Michaelis is the first (and hopefully last) to ever make me feel inferior! A smile formed on the devil's lips as he pictured the boy, his

large, thickly-lashed, cerulean eyes darting about the room nervously, his flustered face growing a dark shade of crimson as he tried to avoid

admitting that he had ever kept a diary in the first place. "Oh, Ciel" Sebastian whispered to himself, folding his muscular arms behind his head as he

continued to picture the two's last encounter. "If only you knew how much you amuse me".

Meanwhile, the young earl stared up at his ceiling, unable to sleep as all sorts of dreadful thoughts flooded his childish mind. If only he hadn't been

so foolish as to leave his diary in his office unattended, instead of putting it in it's usual place locked in the desk in his bed chamber! What if

Sebastian had the diary at this very moment, soaking in every word, enraptured by the thoughts of his master? Just the idea of this made Ciel very

uncomfortable, and it wasn't too long before he realized that he was having a sort of panic attack. His skin felt unusually warm and he knew for a fact

that he was blushing most terribly. Why couldn't he have kept all of his personal thoughts to himself? Having a diary was extremely risky since he

lived with a bored demon who finds humans and their many thoughts entertaining. He should have foreseen this the day he had bought the diary.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Ciel pulled up his blue comforter and tried to recall exactly what he had written in the diary. He remembered that the

first two entries were fairly normal and didn't contain any of his darker secrets, and the third told about his emotions, but the fourth... Oh, God. The

fourth was where he found himself admitting something that he never would have said aloud. It was where it all began. Ciel closed his eyes, not

wanting to worry about things he couldn't control. Slowly, he turned on his side and wrapped his arms around a pillow, pressing his face to its cold

surface in an attempt to cool himself down. Maybe Sebastian didn't even have the diary. Perhaps he really had put it away on one of the bookshelves

in his office, just as he had suggested he might have done. Ciel attempted to forget about all that had happened that day, surrendering to his fatigue

as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

The demon stared at the diary, debating as to whether or not he should continue reading. He knew for a fact that there wasn't that many entries in

the small volume, as Ciel had only recently started writing in it. He thought that maybe he should try and space them out, reading only one per day.

The only problem with this idea, however, was that he found himself increasingly engrossed in his young master's writing, and he wasn't sure that

he'd be able to limit himself to this. Maybe I should just read one more tonight... Sebastian tried his best to keep himself from reaching out to his

nightstand, to leave the diary alone until the next evening, but he felt addicted to its contents. He had to continue reading. He didn't have a choice,

and there was no other option. Sebastian imagined that what he was experiencing was similar to an opium addiction, which was becoming more and

more common throughout Europe as of late. So, young master's diary is my drug, eh? Sebastian chuckled as he found the fourth page of the book,

and began reading.

Dearest Diary,

I believe that I am going mad. No matter what I do, my thoughts always seem to drift back to that butler. I always imagine his taunting voice, his

perfect face, that devilish smile. What is wrong with me? I thought I'd uncovered the root of my jealousy (I can not believe that I'm actually writing

that word), but something is amiss. It is even worse than before! Still, the image of him haunts me, and I was unable to sleep last night for this very

reason. I find myself watching him outside from my office window instead of working, and staring at him when he does not know that I am watching.

Thank goodness that Elizabeth has not visited once again (She comes quite frequently these days), for she would have noticed how distracted I am. I

have not been able to concentrate for two days, and I've avoided Sebastian's gaze for fear of being unable to look away. Even my dreams are no

longer private. He's always there, watching, smiling, laughing. Must he invade everything!? He asked the other day if something was bothering me,

and it took all of my willpower to not say "You are". I've asked if we could abandon the chess game and he agreed that it was going nowhere, so

we've taken our pieces off of the board. I do not know how I could manage to sit across from him for so long without staring... or worse. It is almost

as if he has possessed me. Can demons even do that? I wish I could ask him such things, but I do not trust myself in this state. What has this

demon done to me? - Ciel

Author's Note: So, what did you think? How will Sebastian react to the last diary entry he just read? Will he confess to Ciel, or will his demonic nature

get the best of him?