A/N: Okay, so holy fucking shit! My mum found my old flashdrive, and do you know what was on it? SEBASTIAN'S AND CIEL'S MEETING for this fanfic, when I was first toying around with the idea! Ohmygoddess, I am so much happier with this chapter now that I fixed it up, combining the old and the new. I really hopw you guys like this better, because I have to say, it's much more... beautiful, flowing, perfect. Unf, if I could marry this chapter... Anyways! I find that them meeting this way works more for how I want the story to play out. It's the beginning of their unhealthy, dangerous, destructive, terribly amazing relationship, and I only wish I had remembered what I had written before. No matter, I've fixed this, so you all should reread it and tell me what you think! I removed a few things here and there, but nothing of serious importance. The rest of the chapter is the same, save for their meeting. Funny how a little drabble from when I was 18 and tossing around ideas for fanfics in my brain would turn out to be the perfect thing for this fanfic. Enough of my ramblings, I'm just sharing my happiness with you all. Now, enjoy~!

Warnings: Vulgar Language, offensive slang/slurs, alcoholic consumption.

Act III

Pacing back and forth in his living room in a nicely tailored suit, cellphone cradled between his ear and shoulder, Ciel chewed viciously on his lip. He was nervous, almost as nervous as he had been when auditioning. The phone kept ringing in his ear, and he silently cursed Alois for not picking up at the first ring. "Fucking, come on." Ciel whined, tugging at his kitten-soft locks with his right hand. Just as he was about to hang up, in the middle of the umpteenth ring, Alois finally answered his phone.

"Hello~" the blond's voice rang out cheerfully, instantly grating on Ciel's frayed nerves. "How is my most favorite faggot? Are you on your way?"

The blae-haired male was not in the mood for Alois' witty, playful banter. "No, I am not on my way. I... I'm not sure I can do this, Alois," Ciel whispered into the phone pitifully.

"What? Why not! You have to come, seriously." All joking and light tone bled out of the older male's voice. "Ciel, this is important. We're required to go."

Ciel let out his breath in a puff. "I know, I know. I'm just... nervous, I suppose." Understatement, he thought to himself.

"Okay, here's what you need to do. I know you have some fancy wine in your apartment somewhere. You're a spoiled little bitch, by the way," Alois tacked on before drawing a breath and continuing before his best friend could get a word in edgewise. "Drink a glass, or two, just so you get buzzed, but not smashed. I swear to whatever gods there are, Ciel, if you show up here trashed out of your mind, I'm kicking your skinny ass. Anyway, do that, catch a taxi, and get your ass here. Call me when you arrive, and I'll come down to escort you in. That way, your nerves will be dulled, and you'll have my presence to keep them in check. Does that sound okay to you?"

Ciel frowned, mulling over the taller male's words. It did make sense, and he nodded his head before realising that Alois couldn't see him through the phone. "All right, I'll do it. But if you don't come for me, I'm going to end you. Sound fair?"

"Okay, baby. I'm your date tonight, so I won't forget you, sweet cheeks."

Ciel rolled his eyes, his muscles relaxing slightly. His best friend was there for him, he had his back. Everything would turn out fine. "You're gayer than a unicorn vomiting rainbows, you know that?"

Alois' laughter was slightly manic, but then again, it always was. "But you just love it, don't you?"

Shaking his head, the blue-black haired boy sighed. "Of course I love you, baby."

With that, they hung up, and Ciel made his way over to his kitchen, where the wine cabinet was kept. He looked them over and selected a slightly potent red wine. Popping the cork out, he didn't even allow the wine any time to breathe, and took a big swig. He wrinkled his nose in slight distaste, opening a cabinet and stretching to reach one of his wine glasses. Because he was so short in stature, he couldn't even reach the top shelves and hadn't even bothered to put anything there. The middle shelf was barely within his reach, and he had to stand on tiptoes to brush his fingers against the finely crafted stem of the glass. Ciel curled his fingers around it and pulled it out, relaxing his stance before pouring himself a healthy amount of wine. Swirling it around the glass, he took a sip, enjoying the sharp and heady flavor by rolling it aroung in his mouth a few times before swallowing. The wine was rich in its taste, quite satisfying to say the least. He took his time downing the glass, feeling the steady burn numbing his throat and senses. His head was already beginning to swim, the buzz pleasantly working its way through his body. He recorked the wine bottle, rinsed out his glass, and called a cab.

Once in the cab and on his way to the cast party, Ciel could feel all tension leaving his body. The wine had definitely helped, and he sighed to release any negative emotions. He could do this. It would all be okay. The nineteen year old was more of a wallflower at social gatherings; he held more contentment by watching others mingle and dance, off on the sidelines. He found it slightly funny that an aspiring actor, such as himself, would not fancy a lot of attention. He could feel a giggle rising in his chest, but he quickly squashed it down; he did not wish to make the cab-driver feel as though he were mad.

When the cab finally pulled up to the ritzy hotel, Ciel stepped out into the cool night air; the sun had already set, leaving only streetlights to brighten up the darkness. The blae-haired male took a deep breath of the intoxicationg night air. It filled him, calmed him, and even numbed the buzz he was feeling. Nighttime was his comfort. After paying the cab-driver, he slipped out his phone and dialed Alois' number. It seemed to ring a thousand times before he was sent to voicemail. Immediately his happy, calm bubble popped. Irritation quickly set in as he tried the blond tart's number three more times, ending up with the same results. He could not believe that Alois was already blowing him off.

Grumbling, Ciel stepped into an alleyway and shook out a mentholated cigarette, placing it between pursed lips. He quickly lit it and took a deep drag. Entirely pissed off at his best friend, he leaned against a wall, cradling his waist with one arm. The blond was probably already trashed, completely forgetting that he was supposed to come down to meet Ciel. "Fucking bastard. I hope he gets triple-dicked..." he muttered to himself.

Quite suddenly, a tall silhouette stepped out of the darkness, as a velvety chuckle wrapped around the short male and made a shiver run up his spine. "Smoking is a terrible habit. Those can kill you, didn't you know?"

Hating nothing more than being told by Nosy Nelly's how horrible it was to smoke and all the shit it did to you, Ciel instantly tensed up like a cat ready to attack. He practically hissed at the stranger, "No, shit? Really? I didn't fucking know. Let me just quit right now, since you so kindly told me how fucking terrible it is for my health."

The tall man chuckled again, Ciel hating the pleasant tingles it caused to dance through his body. "You're quite the spit-fire, aren't you, Ciel?" The stranger practically purred his name. The blae-haired boy squinted, trying to dissern the other's features, but it was too dark for that; for the first time in his life, he cursed the night for being so aphotic.

Overhead the clouds broke, as if the younger male had willed it into being, allowing moonlight to filter into the alley and providing the younger male sufficient light to finally see the offending male. Ciel was about to shout a brash retort when the appearance of the man made him draw in a loud breath of shock. The raven-haired male was beyond gorgeous, to say the least. His eyes were a deep sanguine in color, reminding Ciel of freshly spilt blood, with the barest hint of chocolatey depths. The male was tall, towering over Ciel's 4'11'' frame. He had to tilt his head back to even see the man's face. If possible, the stranger's skin seemed even paler than Ciel's own, and his lips were parted slightly as he smirked down at him. Long, slim fingers reached out and slipped the cigarette from the younger's grasp, bringing it up to the pale, full lips of the taller male. He took a long drag and blew the smoke straight into Ciel's face. In the back of his mind, he recalled Alois telling him quite matter-of-factly once that blowing smoke into someone's face means that you want to fuck them. What an odd way to show your desire for someone, he thought idly, before snapping back to the situation at hand. He stood on the tips of his toes and snatched the cigarette from the taller's grasp, hissing like an angry cat.

"If it's such a disgusting habit, don't you steal my fucking cigarettes!" he huffed loudly and placed his cig back on his lips, inhaling once more. His reaction to this seemed to cause the older's smirk to widen, his eyes alight with mischief. The look on the stranger's face made a not all that unpleasant shiver dance up and down Ciel's spine.

"I never said that I didn't smoke, I was merely trying to be conscious of your health." The taller male took back the cigarette and inhaled a long drag off of it, eyeing the blae-haired male with much interest. "I was never one for following the rules, Ciel."

Finally, it registered in the smaller male's brain that this stranger apparently knew him, as he called him by his name, not once, but twice. He glared daggers at the man, standing up straighter as he stiffened. "Just who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?" He demanded, fighting off the urge to stomp his foot like a tantrumming two year old.

Taking another long inhalation of smoke before flicking the cigarette away, the raven-haired man bowed deeply, gazing up at Ciel's angry face. "Why, my name is Sebastian Michaelis, and I am simply one hell of a butler. It goes without saying that I should know the name of my Young Master." And with a wicked smile, his hand snaked out, taking the dainty hand of Ciel in his and pressing his soft, cool lips against his fingertips. A shiver ran through the shorter male's body, starting at the tips of his fingers. "I look forward to working very closely with you, My Lord."

Shock coursed through his veins as he realised that this was his co-star, followed immediately with disdain. "Fuck."

E/N: Doesn't this just flow so much better?! Isn't it just perfect and horrible and amazing? I'm so happy that I found that little drabble. The plans I had for this fanfiction before I lost my Hello Kitty flashdrive were much more impressive than I'd been coming up with now. I mean, I knew how I wanted their relationship to be, but I seemed to have started it off a little rocky, and I really HATED how this chapter was. It was sorely lacking where it needed the drama most. Anywho, please please review and tell me what you think of this chapter now!

Kisses, Ritsy.