Hello everyone, chapter four is here. I was having writer's block so I apologize for the wait (again). I wanted to say thank you so much for the massive amount of support I have received! It warms my heart to think that my story is enjoyable to read for others. I swear, when I feel tired of writing, reading your kind reviews renews my motivation. Without further ado, please enjoy it.

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Ciel let his eyes flutter close and before he knew it, he fell into a light slumber.

Sebastian stirred slightly in his bed, snapping the boy back into reality. His eyes lingered over the dirty sheet as he realized that he needed to remove it from the bed and replace it with a new one. He stood and pondered for a moment on how to remove the bedding without waking Sebastian. He decided to do it slowly and gently, untucking it from the corners with care and slowly peeling it off the bed.

He stopped in his tracks and wondered why he was being so nice to Sebastian. Sebastian was just his butler. Nothing in the contract stated that he was required to take care of the demon when he fell ill. And yet he felt obliged to do all of this. Almost as if Sebastian were family. Ciel shook his head at the thought and wondered if he were turning soft.

He let the dirty sheet crumple on the ground and walked to the closet to find a new one. There was a fleece blanket on the middle shelf. Ciel stood on his toes to reach it and barely grabbed it with his fingertips. He shook out whatever dust may have been resting upon it and lay it over the bed, pulling it all the way up to Sebastian's chin.

Sebastian coughed softly in his sleep, throat obviously sore. Ciel decided to wake the butler up so he could drink and soothe his throat. He bent over the man and softly called out his name.

"Sebastian... wake up. Drink the water. Sebastian..." When the butler only groaned and flipped to lie on his other side, Ciel placed his hand on the man's shoulder and gently shook him. Sebastian's eyes flickered open hesitantly. He squinted to try to see who it was standing above him, he could barely make out Ciel's petite silhouette in the lighting. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before looking back to Ciel.

"Oh, Young Master..."

"I have your water. Drink it and like it," Ciel replied stubbornly, acting hostile only because he was mad at himself for going all soft on his butler. If he was going to be nice to Sebastian, he would do it when the man was unconciouss. He was determined to keep his hard outer shell around the demon and not show weakness to Sebastian of all people.

"My, how kind of you. I'm humbled as your servant," Sebastian smiled.

Ciel just shoved the glass of water in his face. Sebastian simply took the glass and sipped it slowly, eyes flickering to Ciel's for a brief moment. For some reason, when those smoldering eyes met his, his breath caught in his throat. Ciel quickly coughed to cover it up. He fidgeted with his hands before speaking. "So if that's all, I'll be going back to my room now."

Sebastian saw that the boy was somewhat uncomfortable and was about to excuse him when he noticed the sheets had changed. He blinked in astonishment and looked from the covers back to Ciel, and back to the covers, and back to Ciel. "Did you change the sheets while I was asleep?" Genuine surprise was evident in his tone.

Ciel nodded triumphantly. "Yes, I did, as a matter of fact."

"Young Master, I am pleasantly surprised by your act of consideration." Ciel didn't notice the underlying teasing in the statement. "Thank you very much. I'm honored," Sebastian continued. A smile spread across his face. This was the first time Ciel had ever seen him smile. Not smirk. Smile. Ciel couldn't remove his eyes from the butler's face. They were stuck there. No matter how hard he tried to avert them, he couldn't look away; he never even thought demons could smile honestly. He felt something warm bubbling within him, like a small flame in an oven. The sensation was unfamiliar to him, he couldn't remember that last time he had felt warm inside.

"Yeah yeah, just go back to bed after you drink that. We will talk again tomorrow and work the rest of this out." Ciel waved his hand in dismissal and exited the room.

Once Ciel was gone, Sebastian drummed his fingers on his leg and thought to himself, 'He never fails to surprise me. What a Young Master.' The man got up from the bed to grab his journal before sitting back down on the mattress. He removed the pen from its place in the binding and flipped open to the next clean page. He began to write.

December 20, 1888

I have recently contracted an illness. I do not have the faintest idea where I could have gotten it from in a mansion full of humans, but that is beyond the point. The host carrier can be fretted over later. I fear that this may be more than a cold. There is an equal chance of this being Influenza B6, a more severe version of the common cold. The medicine required for the flue is more complicated than that of a cold, and I am not sure if the Young Master is up for the challenge. He would require my help in gathering the ingredients and preparing the medicine if it were to turn out that way. If I wasn't a demon, I would say a prayer. I highly doubt a demon's prayer coming true. I don't worship god anyway. I don't worship Satan either, though. I suppose I'm not much of a religious demon. Satan isn't the most pleasant company to keep. He gets on my nerves.

I have always been somewhat of an outcast in Hell. I don't find pleasure in meaninglessly feasting on souls daily like the others. I find it to be much more rewarding when you have to wait. I don't like my parents either. They have never understood why I'm not like everyone else. One could even say they were embarrassed of me. I enjoy flying low on the radar, but when I stand out from the rest so much, it's quite difficult to do so.

Enough about that. I would much rather discuss other things.

I must say the Young Master has outdone himself today. He changed my bed sheets while I was asleep without waking me. While I have always been a heavy sleeper (when I do sleep, which is not often at all), I am still impressed. What amazes me more, however, is the plain fact that my master had the consideration to do that. Perhaps there is some kindness deep down in his heart of ice.

While I do have more to write, I must return to sleep because the Young Master has ordered me to do so after I finish my glass of water. Which he got me by the way. Perhaps I'm bragging too much. Au revoir for now.

Sebastian Michaelis

After letting his thoughts flow freely in his head for a while, he placed his journal on the nightstand and blew out the candles. As soon as his head hit the pillow, sleep overcame him like dark clouds rapidly rolling in on a sunny day.

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Thank you very much to everyone who gave feedback as to the direction of this story. Some of you said you wanted cute and sweet and some of you told me to bring on the drama and suspense so to please both crowds, I will do a combo. Would that be okay with you guys? I have the plot all planned out. Because of this, I think chapters will be posted more frequently. (yay!)

I actually have a question for all of the readers. How old do you think I am? I am very interested to know. Perhaps my age will be discreetly revealed in the future~