Author's Note: I am so sorry that I could not write this sooner! I have been very busy as of late, and I haven't had much of a chance to work on it. Do forgive me.

Please tell me what you think about it if you have the time. Also, there is a lot of suggestive yaoi in this chapter, so I'm going to go ahead and warn readers... I do

not suggest reading this if you do not like yaoi.

Sebastian stared in disbelief at the small diary resting in his hands. He reread the same entry over and over again, attempting to find at least one line that actually

sounded like it would come from his master. There was nothing. Every sentence, every word, seemed to focus on him and the affect that he had on Ciel. The boy that

Sebastian thought he knew everything about was suddenly a stranger to him. The color drained from the demon's face as this realization came over him. He was

usually an excellent judge of character, so why had Ciel been such a mystery to him? More importantly, how long had Ciel been this way? Had he gotten worse as time

went on? The first two diary entries seemed more like the Ciel he was accustomed to than the last two, as if he slowly began to open up about his true thoughts and

feelings over time. Strangely, the demon was almost... excited that he was learning so many secrets that his master wished to hide. Perhaps it was the thrill of actually

getting away with something like this. Smiling to himself, he began to flip through the pages, simply scanning future entries of the diary, teasing himself with the

prospect of the secrets that awaited him in the child's writing. His eyes halted on one small line, which appeared to be written in a hurry. I want him. He paused,

unable to breathe for a few seconds. Whom did Ciel want? He was engaged to Elizabeth, who certainly wasn't a him. Could it be that the young master was involved

in some sort of scandalous relationship? The demon felt his face becoming increasingly hotter as he began to contemplate what he had just read. He longed to read

more, to learn the name of the person that had managed to tempt the Ciel Phantomhive, the boy with no emotions save for sadness and anger. The man pictured the

elegant young child, his beautiful blue eyes standing out against his perfect pale skin. Suddenly, a feeling of despair swept over him. How was it that he had been so

close to the boy all this time, and yet he'd never witnessed any suggestive interactions taking place between him and another person? Ciel's only contact had been

Sebastian and the Middleford family since Madam Red's death, and the boy had even begun to ignore them as well. Could it Elizabeth's brother that Ciel was

interested in? The demon looked down to the diary with a look of disappointment upon his face. Surely it had something to do with the Middleford boy. He was about

Ciel's age, wasn't he? Sebastian was the only other male that was frequently around Ciel, and he was definitely not his object of desire... Ciel would probably scold

him for even thinking such a thing, but Sebastian couldn't help but to wonder what it would be like to receive attention from the boy that had always been off-limits...

It was in his nature to desire things he could not have. Sebastian lifted the book to eye-level, attempting to convince himself that he was only depressed because there was no longer a mystery to solve.

Dearest Diary,

Something must be wrong with me. I never do schoolwork outside of my lessons with Sebastian, but I've found myself drawing in my free time. I'm sure another person would

not find this strange, as I can name off many people who have taken up drawing as a hobby. I wouldn't even be truly concerned about it if if were not for the fact that I despise

drawing almost as much as I despise dancing. It is one of the many things that I have little talent with (I sincerely hope this diary never falls in to the hands of Sebastian. Oh,

what mockery I would receive for that line!). I do believe that I am becoming more skillful with this art, however, as today during my drawing lessons Sebastian actually

recognized the subject of my sketch. I suppose it was fairly obvious, but still, I found myself smiling once I was alone (Again, if Sebastian ever obtains this diary my reputation

is done for). I do not know whether it was from Sebastian's attention or my increasing skill level, but I do know that I was rather pleased with myself for the remainder of the

day. I was in such a good mood that I ventured outside of the manor, though it was bit chilly and I had to return almost immediately. Sebastian, of course, reprimanded me for

being so careless as to leave without an overcoat in this cool weather. This only pleased me more, but for what reason I do not know. I began to entertain the notion that I

liked to upset my butler, but I knew that I was only pleased because I could hear those words and pretend that he was truly worried about my catching cold. Speaking of

Sebastian... I watched him out in the garden today, a habit that I've taken up only recently. I don't mean to look out the window; it's like my eyes have a mind of their own.

One minute I'm staring at my paperwork and the next, my attention is fixated on the demon. I watched as he talked with Finny (Who seemed rather upset about something...

What did he do I wonder?). After he was gone, I went back to working, but still my mind wondered. I couldn't rid my thoughts of his damned face! I was unable to work, as I

could concentrate on nothing but those perfect features, those alluring crimson eyes... So sinful. So elegant. So... demonic. It's almost like - I hate to say this - But...

Could it be that I'm in love with him? I'm experiencing all of the classic symptoms I've always read about in those cheap romance novels that Mey-rin leaves lying about. But

surely that can not be the case. I am engaged to Lady Elizabeth. I must remind myself of that. Still... I fear that I am falling in love with another man. There is no other

explanation for my odd behavior as of late. I really need to consider this as a possibility. Even if I am... in love with him (Why is this so hard to write?), there is no possible

way we could ever have a relationship. It's Sebastian Michaelis, for God's sake! He's a demon, and he's at least a million years older than I, and... he's perfect. He's incredibly

handsome, intelligent, challenging, charming, proper, demonic, sinful, muscular, tempting... DAMMIT, I LOVE HIM!

- Ciel

There were no words to describe the emotions that surged through Sebastian as he read the next diary entry. His face reddened, his eyes widened, and his heart

beat rapidly in his chest. Sebastian licked his dry lips and reread the words, sure that his eyes had deceived him. They hadn't. The demon was sure that he was having

a panic attack at this point, though why he did not know. The worst part about having read the child's desires was probably the fact that Sebastian knew he wasn't

appalled by them, like he should be. The demon imagined the feel of the child's lips against his own, carefully analyzing his reaction to the thought. He wanted to be

disgusted by the idea of kissing another male, a male human at that, but he only grew warmer at this thought. Horrified, Sebastian lay the book on his nightstand,

trying to decide what exactly he should do next. He could always ignore his attraction to Ciel, but what fun would that be? He was a demon, after all; he enjoyed a bit

of thrill in his life. He'd never actually been attracted to someone like this before, and he was fairly certain he never would be again. It was his only chance to ever

experience this "love" that everyone seemed to be so fond of, and, nervous as he was, he didn't want to miss it. Quickly, he grabbed the diary once again and slipped

out the door, closing it silently behind him. Sebastian must have lost track of time whilst reading the diary, as the hallways were completely dark and there was no

light under Mey-rin's door, who often stayed up late at night to read. Quickly, before another servant could discover him out of his quarters at such an hour, the demon

went upstairs, and, before too long, he found himself outside of the young master's door. He could hear a sound of rustling on the other side, what he presumed to

be Ciel tossing and turning, unable to sleep as he worried about the fate of his diary. Without knocking, Sebastian opened the door, threw the small volume upon the

bed, and smirked deviously. "Did you need something, young master?".

Author's Note: Again, I can not tell you how sorry I am for not publishing this sooner. I'd also like to apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but I fear that I can

not include too much more information in this one, or the next chapter won't be nearly so interesting... Anyone want to take a guess at what happens next? Oh, the

suspense! Muahahahaha!