Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler I & II nor do I write this for profit.

The bell rang.

Students kept writing down what was written on the board. Others that were quick writers sat, back straight, hands folded and lain over their desks. Another strict rule: You are only dismissed when He dismisses you and when He does you do not stampede out of the room or else have after school detention. This was a sacred rule since day one and was never broken. Sebastian was God here.

Ciel rolled his eyes, 'How ironic.'

"I want essays on how the black death affected the world and how it would effect us today. Do not copy out of the book or any other websites you may find." Sebastian's eyes roamed over his quiet, hard working students carefully before dismissing them with a flick of his hand. They stood up like robots and patted out of the room quickly, some saying a few goodbyes which he never responded to.

Soon it was just Ciel in the room with him. He picked up his book bag but it was taken away by his eternal butler gently. "My lord." He said with a smirk. The same smirk yet so different, it didn't have the mirth and interest that it used to hold. Ciel just walked ahead, leading his servant out of the classroom and into a empty hallway that still had the teens laughing and sneaker squeaking echoing as they exited the building.

-.-

Ciel sat down in front of the plasma fifty-four inch TV they had. After they got home Ciel finished his homework- "If you'd let me do it you wouldn't have to waste time on such things."- took a shower- "Demons don't need to wash, bocchan." and finally set his butler off to cook dinner. This same routine for so many years...

It was all so boring.

There was no orders to carry out for the Queen. No servants to cause trouble and racket. No blonde cry-baby cousin to entertain him. No tramatized Tracy to fight. There was nothing. Nothing but Sebastian left and even he lost his sadistic teasing ways.

'Still sulking.' Ciel thought with a glance to the kitchen door way.

He wouldn't say that he was happy at the outcome either. He wanted to die when his revenge was completed, when everyone who caused the murder of his parents and the abduction of him perished. That's when he'll welcome deaths arms- or rather the devilish lips of Sebastian. He wanted the pain of his being carved into his soul.

Sebastian.

His thoughts immediately turned back to him and a uncontrollable rage built up in the pit his stomach. Ciel started to bite his bottom lip harshly, a habit he got when he learned that his rage was more... catastrophic when he had turned into a demon. The feeling that he needed to shed some blood- anyone's blood- was very intense.

"Boccan..." A deep husky voice ringed in his ear. Ciel stiffened, eyes wide at Sebastian's sudden presence. How the hell did he not sense him? He turned his head to see his butler standing behind the couch, staring down at him with hazed, glowing fuchsia irises. His lips were slightly wet as if he'd been licking them when he came in.

Ciel sighed and turned back around to stare at the blank TV screen. "What?" He snapped, angry that he had been scared by the sudden appearance of him. Idly, he wondered why Sebastain's eyes were like that in the first place and almost couldn't stop himself from turning back around to take another look. There had been some kind of emotion there.

Sebastian blinked out of his dazed state quickly, fists clenched and body ridged. What just happened? Only thing he remembers is turning away from the food he set on the table to get the little brat for dinner then... a scent. He sniffed once and didn't smell anything out of place. What the hell was that? He licked his lips, it was so... erotic.

He shook his head from his thoughts and looked back down at his lord. "Dinner is served, Boccan."