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Chapter 3: Sealing Wax and Calligraphy Pens

I found myself bored once again at nightfall.

Laying on that same bed, my thoughts couldn't wander very far. Today was a very tedious day; the Young Master had yet another mission to undertake on the Queen's orders once again. He had been a little more quiet than usual after returning to the mansion and I must admit I was a little bit worried about him. Seeing as dealing with housefires and small children being put into situations similar to some of those from his past could be traumatic, I cannot see why it wouldn't trigger his PTSD.

I shook my head, running a pale hand through my ebony hair. Why must I continue thinking about that one simple thing?

However, I couldn't get his horrified expression from earlier today out of my mind from when he found the perpetrators of the crime...

I sat up, looking around the room. What could I possibly do to ease my mind of these... tedious thoughts?

My eyes fell upon a set of calligraphy pens on a stand, one set which I had gotten as a gift from Agni and Prince Soma a little while ago.

Ah...

What could I do with them? It'ls not like there's anymore paperwork today or any envelopes to si-

Envelopes...?

Envelopes.

My face lit up.

I know...

Let's write a few letters, shall we?

"...Mr. Agni, it has come to my attention that you believe me to be your friend. The notion is quite charming and flattering, I must say, but I do not believe there to be any power behind this superficial thing, namely 'friendship.' Our little rendezvous with the calligrahpy pens a little while ago left me with an ink stain on my tailcoat and fresh memories of the ear-piercing cries of Prince Soma while I tried to tear him from grappling my Young Master and suffocating him to death.

Please refrain from calling me your friend - it's embarassing,

-The Valet of the Earl of Phantomhive.

P.S.: Also, this so-called "Right hand of Kali thing sounds quite ridiculous, and you may think of your master as a god of sorts, while mine is pretty much just an arrogant brat with nothing left to lose but his high level of pride. Howevever do you do it?"

A self-satisfied grin found its way to my complexion. True, that last bit wasn'lt exactly truthful, but never before had I gone this far in my endeavours to find an outlet to the anger that I so often seethed with having nobody notice, and this was probably the greatest thing I had ever thought up. Ah, yes, let's write another.

"Miss Mey-Rin,

If there was one word I would use to describe you, it is impressive. Impressively idiotic by any standards, seeing as an entire stack of antique plates are seemingly always at your unforgiving mercy, and there are always just so many mishaps with stains in odd places on the linens of the household. Please do try not to spill water all over the Young Master's bedspread again, or, so help me, your head will be on a silver platter.

Sincerely,

The man you shall never get with."

I felt empowered. I could write as many things as I want about these people and dispose of them in hellfire with nobody knowing.

"...The entire household could break with one touch of yours, Finny..."

"...Cooking may be an art form, but explosions aren't."

"...Why can't you ever comprehend something while you are talking about it? Could it be the opium getting to your head?"

I let my hand rest for a moment, dipping the pen into the ink bottle to my right.

...What next?

I racked my brain for a moment. What was there left to do? I've written letters to almost everyone that I could think of-

Wait.

The Young Master?

What would I write about him? Apart from the fact that he's a needy brat with seemingly high standards who can'lt do anything but mope around and complain about his fiancee (And I really can'lt blame him there) and how he can't smile because he's an orphan, there really was nothing.

Except...

I lowered my head again, putting pen to parchment and scratching the surface ever so gently.

"Young Master,

There are many, many things I could say about you in this letter, but there are a few things that I specifically would like to write about.

I cannot express how grateful I am for the things you do for me. You say you're not a kind person - but that's not the case at all. You gave me a bed, a place to stay, permission to keep one of my cats in the garden, a rare little gift every here and now, and ultimately, a soul in the end.

I must admit, I will be the slightest bit sorry to see you go... You have shown me just how interesting humans can be. I've been introduced to many new people and places through you, and that much I love about this place that you call home. Your passion burns almost as bright as Grell's - if not brighter. You believe you cannot smile happily anymore, but you don't always smile with your mouth, Master.

You smile with your eyes.

Everytime you are put in a position of danger my heart skips a beat and I don't know why. Is it what you humans call worry? Or caring about someone? Either way, it makes me feel calm to see that you are okay, when you wake up and see that you are safe, in my arms.

It makes me feel... happy. And I wish for you to know that.

There are many things I could say about you in this letter, but the one thing I will say is that...

I want you to know that...

I...

I am proud to be your butler.

Yours in servitude,

Sebastian Michaelis."

I looked down at the letter, a foreign warmth spreading through my face down to my fingertips. I looked around for an envelope. Upon finding one, I slid the letter inside.

I frowned a bit. Something was missing from this letter; a crucial completing factor. Something to close it possibly? Like... sealing wax?

Yes! Sealing wax should do the trick!

But... hold on a moment. Isn't the sealing wax...

...In the Young Master's study? The only way in there is through his... bedroom.

My heart skipped into my throat. I wouldn't dare trespass into his room at night for something as frivolous as stamping letters that wouldn't even be delivered anywhere, especially not just to disturb his well-needed sleep after the rough day he has had.

...However... I was feeling adventurous, and, without thinking, I took all the letters and a stack of envelopes, lighting the candelabra I often adorned at night and made my way to the central staircase of the manor.

I took a breath and walked slowly upstairs, turning to the left and walking down the hallway and into my master's bedroom.

It was all very quiet and peaceful in this room. I looked over to where my Young Master was sleeping and felt that same strange warmth spread through my face upon gazing at that of his own.

His face was innocent while he slept as his age would suggest; large eyes shut lightly in quiet rest. His hands were resting calmly, arms placed one on-top of another as he slept on one side. His hair was layered over to rest on the ivory sheets that he was laying on.

I walked a little closer, his countenance bathing in the dim candlelight that I had brought over with me.

He moved his left hand up to his face and balled it to rub his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing gently in sleep, probably trying to get the light out of his eyes. I quickly turned my body around so that the light wasn't in his face anymore, refocusing my mind on getting the sealing wax from the study.

I quickly turned heel and walked into the other room, hopefully not waking the Young Master in my endeavours to...

...Not wake him.

I picked up the sealing wax out of the top drawer of his desk, placing the jar on the desktop. I used the candelabra to melt the wax and let it drip onto the envelope that was sealed for the Master. I used the rest of the envelopes to encase the other letters and dripped wax on them as well, using my master butler pin as a signet stamp of sorts.I wiped the wax off of it with a handkerchief every time I used it.

I took all the letters and burned them individually in the flame of the candelabra. Upon reaching the last envelope, I looked at it carefuly.

"This is the letter I wrote for the Young Master..." I spoke outloud.

"...Seba

stian?"

I looked up and saw a shirt-clad Ciel staring at him, rubbing his eyes in a child-like fashion.

He sniffed lightly and blinked. "What are you doing here so late at night?"

I put down the letter I had in my hand on the desk and stood slowly, placing my right hand over my breast. "I was just writing a letter."

He took a step closer, speaking slowly. "To whom? Is this for some sort of mission for tomorrow?" He looked up at me with innocent eyes,

"...To someone." I smiled quietly. "Young Master, the moon has risen quite high. You shant stay up too long, lest you catch a chill. Come, my Lord, you ought to retire for the night and rest. You've had a long day."

I took the candelabra in hand and guided him slowly back to his bedroom, resting my hand in the middle of his upper back as he walked.

We didn't get very far before he stopped suddenly and turned around to face me.

"...Sebastian...could you... carry me to my room? I'm reallly..." His sentence was interrupted by a yawn as his eyes slowly closed on their own accord, and he started to fall over towards me.

I caught him before he fell, leaning over speak quietly to him. "No need to explain yourself, Master..."

I picked him up bridal-style in my arms and walked slowly to the door of the study, turning it with the hand that was just wrapped around his back.I stopped right before his bed and gently lowered him on the ivory sheets that he slept in. I laid him down and pulled the duvet over his shoulders, taking care not to rouse him from sleep.

I looked down at the boy once again, and he looked back up into my ruby eyes, his sapphire ones weary.

I bowed deeply from my already-low position, and stood fully to walk out of the room. I stopped at the door to hear an almost inaudible sound.

"...Good night, Sebastian..."

I smiled while he couldn't see.

"Good night, my Lord..."

Awwwe, dat was so cuuuute...

OH YEAH, I FORGOT THE SOFT YAOI WARNING.

*****WARNING: SLIGHT FLUFFY YAOI!*****

There you go.

Don't say I didn't warn you. XD

I'm such a troll XDDDDD

Anyway, here's to you, StarElsie! You wanted Ciel to see Sebastian awake at night, here ya go! (Although a lot different from what you originally expected... I'll save that for about chapter 5 or 6 ;))

Also, I wasn't able to check before I published this chapter but during the first time Ciel says "Sebastian", the middle of the word broke off and kept skipping into the next paragraph. Could someone please leave in their review whether or not it did that?

Thanks to whoever did it.

I was...

I was waiting for you.

See you all later!

-xXxNaru-LovexXx

P.S.: For those who don't ship Sebaciel, I'll put a warning at the beginning of the possibly-yaoi-ish-like (?) chapters for you so you don'lt have to endure my... fluffy torture ;)