Hello everyone! Chapter five is here. I have once again been blown away by the kindness of the people reading this! I really do feel lucky. I can't thank you enough for all the favorites, alerts, and reviews. I love writing Ciel and Sebastian! Also, no one guessed my age (haha) correctly if you were curious. Please enjoy this chapter.

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When Sebastian awoke, it was dark. There was no light coming in from the curtains nor the hallway. For that he was thankful, because his head was throbbing. He had awoken to a dull ache in the back of his head which quickly turned into a painful pounding that would not cease. Sebastian tried to sit up, but when the room suddenly started tipping to one side, he closed his eyes and lowered himself back to the pillow. He brought his hands up to his face to brush away his fringe, fingers skimming over his damp forehead. When his fingertips came into contact with his skin, they jerked back, flesh tingling from the scalding heat of his forehead. His eyes reluctantly pried their lids apart, hands blindly groping the nightstand of something, anything to ease the pain. When Sebastian felt nothing but a book on the top, he yanked the drawer open, cringing as the noise it made resonated loudly in his head. He came across a small bottle and grabbed it, not caring what it was. He ran his fingers over the embossed label (for it was too dark to see) and calm realization washed over him as he realized what it was.

One of the demons who considered Sebastian their friend must have snuck it in with his few belongings when he came up from the underworld. It was an obscure drug called Lisianthus, named after the (supposedly calming, according to flower meanings) lisianthus flower. Most of the demons in hell did drugs on a weekly basis. However, most of them used ones that caused feelings of lust or pleasure. Lisianthus brought numbness to one's mind so it was obviously not popular for personal use. It was used mostly in medical procedures.

Sebastian thanked his luck that this happened to be the drug a friend had shoved into his things. He popped the cap and placed one pill in his hand before closing the bottle and setting it on the nightstand. He carefully put the pill on the back of his tongue and swallowed, breathing deeply as he waited for it to begin to take affect. Minutes after swallowing it, the pounding ache in his skull started to slowly fade away. He sighed with relief as all his thoughts eased out of his mind.

Once he couldn't feel his headache anymore (or any part of his brain for that matter) he slid out of bed and peeled off his nightclothes. He sighed contently when the cool winter air met his hot, sweaty skin. He stood there for a moment, stark naked, letting the refreshing air relax his body. If he had been thinking straight, he would have immediately donned his other clothes, but he wasn't really all there at the moment.

He hesitantly put on his work clothes and without checking himself in the mirror, slipped out into the dark hallway with no candle (once again, not all there.) He felt the urge to lock the door for some unknown reason, so he did so before continuing on his way. He knew his way around the mansion well enough anyway. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, but he when he found himself in the kitchen he caught sight of the time and realized he needed to see the Young Master. Even through his haze of cloudy drug-induced nonsense thoughts, he knew Ciel needed to be tended to. He wandered around until he arrived at Ciel's door. He knocked twice while leaning drunkenly against the cool wood of the door and when permission to enter came from the room inside, he pushed the door open just enough to squeeze through.

The earl was sitting at his desk with his chin resting on folded hands (typical) but when Sebastian entered, he let his hands fall to his sides and leaned back in his chair. He gave the butler a once over and raised an eyebrow at him and crossed his arms.

"Good evening, Young Master." Sebastian managed to keep himself upright as he spoke with slightly slurred words. He couldn't hear the words coming out of his mouth or even decide what thoughts would be said or remain unsaid.

"Sebastian. Where is your tie? Your shirt is only half buttoned. Your jacket is on inside out." Ciel waved his finger lazily in the direction of the man, pointing out all of his mistakes. His face showed a mix of surprise and annoyance at his mess of a butler.

"Ah... is that so? I sincerely appp...ologize..." Sebastian didn't know his sentences were coming out barely understandable compilations of words.

"What's wrong with your voice? Are you half asleep or just dumb?" Ciel appeared slightly agitated by Sebastian strange behavior.

"I'm... not feeling... quite myself at the moment, Young Master." Sebastian could feel his legs turning to jelly and brushed his fingers against the wall in search of something to support him. He was in neither pain or pleasure, but merely numbness. He could hardly think straight or control his body. It was, however, an improvement from the immense pain of the headache.

"Obviously. But really, what's wrong with you? This isn't like you." Ciel face was straight and hard, his lips in a rigid line as he tried to figure out what was running through the butler's head. It didn't look like anything was running through his head though. Nothing at all. His face was in a neutral daze, body swaying slightly from side to side in an unsteady fashion. Head tipped back just a bit, eyes unfocused and pupils dialated.

"Sebastian, your pupils are dialated." Ciel frowned. "Are you high?"

"Young Master, I believe I am on the ground." Sebastian looked down just to make sure.

"Come here, you druggy demon," Ciel bent his finger in a come-hither motion. Sebastian stepped forward until his midsection was pressed against the desk. Ciel grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards his face. Ciel stopped with a good distance still between them. "What have you been taking?" he hissed.

"Ppp.. pillss..." Sebastian saw the room once again begin to tip and his vision flickered. He sucked in as much air as he could in attempt to regain his bearings.

The last thing he saw was Ciel's surprised face getting closer and still closer as he collapsed forward before completely blacking out.

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Sorry this chapter was so short, the next one will be longer to make up for it! Also, sorry for the lack of sebbyciel in this chapter. I promise it's coming up! Very very soon... I realized today that I started liking yaoi when I was ten years old. TEN YEARS OLD! D: I read hardcore yaoi manga when I was 11. Sheez. Uhh, on that note, bye for now!