Author's Note: I can't wait to see what you think! Okay, I can wait, but it will be rather difficult. Oh, please refrain from harming Edward! I almost forgot to mention that. Haha!

"Sebastian?" Ciel looked up to meet the eyes of the demented servant, the boy's small hand resting in his butler's larger one. The two had been walking together for some time, but not a word had been said. It wasn't your usual awkward silence, but instead a sweeter one, with everything there was to say being communicated by eyes only. This was such a beautiful moment, more peaceful and perfect than anything the butler and the boy had ever experienced. Ciel almost hated to break it.

"Yes?" The young noble's lips curled in to a smile, the boy obviously attempting to hold back laughter.

"This is an order." Sebastian glanced over at Ciel with renewed interest.

"Oh? And what is this order?"

"I order you to refrain from killing Edward." Both men burst in to a fit of laughter. If the moment was wonderful before, it was even more wonderful now. The laugh escaping Sebastian's lips was not his usual devious laugh (Though Ciel found this laugh of his rather sexy), but a genuinely amused laugh. It gave Ciel a warm feeling in his chest, one that he had never experienced before.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I love you." Ciel grinned as Sebastian leaned over him, their smiling faces meeting within a fraction of a second. The two stopped holding hands and began holding each other, each desperately craving the taste of the other's lips. Ciel had his arms wrapped around Sebastian's muscled torso, and Sebastian was steadying Ciel's head with both hands. The boy suddenly noticed that Sebastian was not in his usual attire, and was merely wearing a white, button-down shirt with black trousers. His hands and feet were bare, like Ciel's. The visible black nails and demonic mark upon Sebastian's body reminded Ciel that he and his butler were still a part of the covenant they had made long ago, and that Sebastian was required to be loyal to his master. Horrified by this realization, Ciel pulled away. Sebastian attempted to pull the boy back against him, a hungry look in his demonic eyes. This soon disappeared, however, when he began to understand that the boy was trying to get away from him. It was replaced by a look of sadness and hurt, similar to what Ciel had seen in him during breakfast when he'd agreed to stay with Elizabeth. The demon lowered his head.

"Is something wrong?" Ciel had rarely heard emotion in Sebastian's voice, so the flood of pain evident in these words was quite a shock to him.

"It - It's just... Do you only pretend to love me because of the contract?" Sebastian reached out for Ciel's hand, and the boy found himself allowing him to take it once again.

"Do you really think that I'd do such a thing?" Ciel swallowed, blinking back tears. He felt so ashamed for even considering this. He leaned against Sebastian, overtaken by guilt.

"No."

"And do you think that I'd lie to you?" A sniffle was the only thing that broke the silence until Ciel answered the demon.

"No."

"When I say I love you, Ciel, please understand that I mean it." Sebastian pulled Ciel against his chest, wrapping both arms around his back and placing his head atop the boy's. He could feel Ciel's tears soaking in to his shirt, which made him want to hold the younger man tighter.

"I love you too, Sebastian." The words were muffled, but they were just as meaningful nonetheless. The two returned to blissful silence for the rest of their evening rendezvous.

Elsewhere...

Edward stared at the open book before him, mentally rubbing his hands together like some sort of pathetic villain in one of Elizabeth's childish fairy tales. He had waited for this moment for so long, though he thought that it would merely remain a dream of his. Now, it was a reality. He could stop the wedding and prevent that scoundrel from marrying his beloved little sister, who deserved someone far better than him. Edward had always believed that this marriage was only planned for the new title Ciel would achieve once he married Elizabeth (She was of a higher social status than him, after all). He never acted as if he cared for her romantically, and seemed to be rather annoyed by her many visits to Phantomhive manor. Now was his time to prove it. The mischievous blonde, thinking that perhaps the noble would slowly begin to write more of his feelings down in the diary as time progressed, opened the volume up to one of the middlemost pages. His eyes searched for scandalous words, starving for evidence to prove just what a horrid soul Ciel is. He was disappointed, however, for the pages lacked words entirely. In their places were detailed sketches of seemingly random things. The first page depicted a set of cat-like eyes that made Edward feel slightly violated, almost as if his most personal, innermost thoughts were being read. Quickly, he turned to the next page, which appeared to show a simple door. He recognized it as being one of the doors downstairs, where the servants stayed. Thinking that these illustrations could provide some insight in to the secrets of the earl (After all, a picture was supposedly worth a thousand words), Edward decided to keep skimming over these unusual pictures. The quality of said sketches slowly improved as he went along. He saw wilting roses, ornate tea-pots and serving trays, smirking lips, gloved hands, and more of the eerie eye-pictures. These pictures continued towards the back of the book, ending with a full illustration (Which, Edward had to admit, was skillfully drawn) of a man with dark bangs hanging over his eyes, which were similar to the eye depictions found throughout the volume. He noticed that the lips and gloved hands shared similarities with the other pictures as well. What did all of this mean? Edward put his tired hand to his forehead, attempting to think things through. The picture was obviously of the butler Sebastian, the same servant that Ciel seemed to be rather protective of and disappeared with at night. By Jove! Could it be...? Edward's eyes widened, all of this new information sinking in. Ciel was not in love with Elizabeth, but with Sebastian.

"I - I never expected this" he whispered, yet no matter what way he looked at all that had happened, he always came up with the same conclusion. He rose from the chair by his desk and opened the window by the bed, hoping for a bit of fresh air. Edward needed to think. How was he to break the news to his parents? His sister? It broke his heart to imagine the horror-stricken face of a shaking Elizabeth, her whole life completely ruined by the thought of losing Ciel, not to a fire, as she had once thought before, but to another man. Edward began to have a panic attack. He had always thought that a moment such as this would be sweet, but now that he knew what he knew, he felt weighed down with many burdens, one of them being guilt. Suddenly, Edward noticed movement down in the garden. He looked down, and, upon realizing that it was Ciel and Sebastian, a sickening feeling came over him. Even though he'd always thought of Ciel as an enemy, he now realized that the boy had been a secret friend. He had enjoyed the taunting games they had played together, as he was the only individual that had ever challenged him in any way. Other nobles simply let things go, but Edward and Ciel had both been of a childish mindset and hated to lose. They'd go back and forth with their arguments, neither of them hesitating to answer a question. It had been fun while it lasted. Edward watched the two figures below with dread in his heart.

Author's Note: Any suggestions, corrections, predictions, or reviews (Wow, that's an awful lot of "tions", isn't it?).