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Chapter 10

Dawn was slowly approaching as the morning birds readied to sing as they puffed up in their nest before shaking their body quickly sounding a rustle of smooth feathers. Animals were already up from their slumber with the first ray of sunlight that peaked through the clouds giving the sky a light pink color mixing with blue. All living things were getting up to go about their usual day and all was peaceful.

Except in the Phantomhive mansion.

A few weeks had passed and Ciel, who was sadly still a baby, was screeching his lungs out as his butler tried to successfully change the soiled cloth to bring about a new one on his clean bottom.

The little lord twisted away and pushed at Sebastian's hands all while his butler had a rather indifferent face as he went about his now daily chore. He should have been use to this already, but alas, some things he will never be use to and that includes changing his master's soiled clothes and wiping up his excrements. After folding the cloth securely around Ciel's waist, he grabbed the pins to pin them in place all while avoiding sticking the crying baby (brat) that gave up on struggling and was now hiccupping while rubbing his eyes.

After finishing with that rather loud task, he picked up the clothes he set aside on the gargantuan bed, which Ciel doesn't use anymore, and grabbed the white button up shirt that was made especially for him with just the right amount of money and sat his master up who was looking at him with annoyed eyes. He slid the shirt on him, glad that this part was something he was use to, and buttoned the shirt up easily. Next he grabbed the green shorts that was so much like original ones and slid them on easily. He figured that the best he could do was keep up some of Ciel's dignity with dressing him like his usual noble wear instead of the normal kid stuff. His master had already passed that phase and ended it when his mansion burned down.

Now came the hard part of dressing his master; putting on socks and the shoes. On most days it was successful and he was able to make Ciel stay fully dressed but on those odd days, Ciel kept kicking the shoes off as well as the socks. Sebastian even went to the trouble of buying the shorter socks so as to it wouldn't bother Ciel's legs.

The butler grabbed the white socks and while Ciel's attention was elsewhere in the room, he slid both of them on quickly and with a triumph look, he grabbed the shoes and placed those on.

As he stepped back away from the bed, he wondered what made Ciel so picky about having shoes and socks on his feet. Then again, he supposed it's because of his master's new size and his state of mind. He shook his head and vowed to never give the elixir to anyone as long as he dwells on earth.

Ciel brought him out of his muse with an aimed kick at his face or at least he tried to. His short legs couldn't reach far just yet which Sebastian liked to tease him about by grabbing one easily like he did just now.

He smirked in amusement that rarely came to him now that his master was reduced to a small mass of slobber and gibberish. Baby Ciel tugged his leg relentlessly but to no avail. His foot was caught in the hand of a demon who was intent on showing his temporary superiority over him. The little lord gave a little huff that reminded Sebastian of his old self before he attempted to bend over and grab his butler's hand.

Realizing that he wouldn't reach, he twisted until he was on his side and tried to crawl away and in doing so, he just knew his leg was finally free.

He turned around to see Sebastian cleaning up this morning's mess before he simply sat down with his legs out and then trying to lean over and reach his shoe to most likely take it off. It looked easy enough but it was a challenging task for the baby. He grabbed the shoe with both hands clumsily and pulled until it popped off. Ciel squealed and threw the shoe at his butler, yelling, "Se-bah-bah!"

Sebastian stopped what he was doing and looked at what his master was calling him for and saw that Ciel's big accomplishment of the day was managing to pull his shoe off. He widened his eyes mockingly which was lost on Ciel. "Oh my, well done Ciel. It seems you can do more than just drool and babble. You can now pull a shoe off."

Ciel simply squealed at being praised even if it was mockingly and clapped his hands against his clothed thighs before he raised his arms and opened and closed his hands to signal that he wanted to be picked up.

Sebastian grabbed the shoe that had bounced off his chest before he grabbed Ciel's foot and slid it on again before he let him be to get rid of the soiled things and clean up.

After he finished, he glanced over at his master to see him staring at him while sucking on his thumb. The butler clicked his tongue disapprovingly and approached him before he grabbed Ciel's hand and gave him a stern stare. "You shouldn't be sucking on your thumb. It'll ruin your mouth." That being said, he picked up baby Ciel and left the room.

While on the way to the kitchen, Ciel started bouncing up and down making Sebastian almost drop him. He shook him slightly to try to get him to stop but Ciel didn't listen. He started struggling making the already annoyed demon consider spanking his little bottom before an idea popped up.

If Ciel wanted to go up, he'll make him go up.

After making sure no one was around, he lifted Ciel, who had ceased his bouncing, up in the air and tossed him in the air once, twice, and three times. All the while his baby master squealed louder with each toss.

Smirking, Sebastian tossed him up for the last time high enough to leave his hands for a few seconds. He caught him with firm hands and glanced down at the suddenly quiet baby.

He was surprised to see that Ciel was smiling and was emitting quiet giggles.

The butler faked a smile, somewhat disappointed that his plan had not worked out like he thought, and walked towards the main kitchen where he would get his master his breakfast before he got fussy now that the thrill of being tossed was over.

When he entered the kitchen, Finny ran up to him and shoved a bottle already filled with milk in his face who looked as excited as a kid who just got a new toy before he suddenly got shy as a schoolboy.

"I got milk for the young master just a while back so I was- uh, wondering if I could…" Finny looked down away from Sebastian's gaze and finished the rest of the sentence quickly, "feed Master Ciel this morning since I know you're busy and all!" He pressed his index fingers together while he waited for Sebastian's answer.

After a moment of silence, he looked up to find Sebastian holding Ciel out to him with a look of disinterest. "Don't kill him or your head will roll." He snapped his head towards Bard who smacked his hand against him forehead at Sebastian's stupidity of letting a bugger like Finny hold their young master. He narrowed his eyes at Bard, "Is there a problem, Bard?"

Sebastian dared him to object because quite frankly, with him everyday having to deal with the nuisance, he was glad to be away from him and doing something better like cleaning the mansion into its fine shape.

Bard shook his head quickly with a look of fear. "N-no! Of course not, I was simply wondering if…" He trailed off when Sebastian continued to stare at him with an intimidating look.

The butler nodded at the silence that came from the cook before he turned back to Finny to see him cooing over a happy Ciel who was happy for the adoring attention, something which he never got from the butler in black. "Finny, pay attention."

Finny snapped his head back and stood up straighter and nodded determinedly. "Yes!"

With a tired sigh, he pointed out the things that needed to be done. "First, make sure the milk is warm enough or else he won't want to drink it. The young master is picky like that. Second, after he is finished eating, burp him but that doesn't mean break his spinal cord." He stopped and fixed his last sentence. "On second thought, after you've finished feeding him, give him to Bard to burp him. If he doesn't get burped he gets rather cranky and you'll have to deal with him screeching. Do you got all of that?"

Finny nodded to which Sebastian accepted before he looked at Bard who tried to pretend he wasn't listening. "Bard?" Bard sighed and nodded.

Sebastian clapped his hands as he smiled falsely, "Good. Now, I'll be off. It would be best if you remember what I said."

With that last hidden warning that was plain to those fools, he left the kitchen with a contempt air now that he was away from his young nuisance.

...

After the head butler's intimidating presence left, Finny cradled Ciel with one hand as carefully as he could and grabbed the bottle and placed it to his young master's mouth.
Ciel opened his mouth and started sucking on the teat before he scrunched up his mouth in an adorable way before he spit out the milk and turned his mouth away from the bottle.

Panicking, Finny wondered what was wrong with him. "Bard! I think the young master is sick! Help me!" He ran towards Bard quickly and thrust him into his arms so he wouldn't hurt him more or so he thinks.

Grasping a squirming Ciel as best as he could, he shouted while doing so. "Idiot! You're going to make him cry!"

In fact, Ciel was doing the opposite; he thought this was all funny as he watched the two argue. Though he was still hungry.

He squealed and pulled out Bard's cigarette and threw it on the ground and then clapped his hands like he didn't just throw away Bard's precious cancer stick.

Bard dropped his mouth open at the action before he held Ciel up above him with his little hands waving and all. "Ay! You cheeky little br-"

"Bard! What do you think you're doing to Master Ciel?!" A scratchy voice shouted before Ciel was plucked away from high grip. Bard looked down to see Mey-rin with a basket next to her feet, holding onto their master while Finny was peering down at the baby from beside her.

The cook looked away and grabbed the cigarette at his feet before he stuck it in his pocket. He smiled and placed a hand behind his head sheepishly, "I was telling the young master that he can't-"

Finny interrupted him with a look of astonishment, "But he's the young master! He can do whatever he wants... Can't he?" He looked at Mey-rin who had walked towards the stove to place the milk in a bowl to heat up.

She looked from what she was doing in total concentration and thought about it. "The young master is the master of this mansion and he did give us all a home but now..." She looked down at Ciel who was sucking on his thumb while looking at the fire. "He can't exactly understand us so does that make him ... Not the young master?"

Ciel squealed at that before she answered. "No, this is still the Young master!"

With a nod from everyone at the seemingly logical answer, she turned back to the milk that was now at least warmed up enough to please Ciel and when she poured it back into the bottle and fed it to Ciel, she knew that she did something right.

Or so she thought.

She walked back towards Finny with Ciel steadily gulping down the milk when she tripped over the basket of sheets while Ciel dropped from her hands and down towards the floor.

Baby Ciel gave a little gasp as he bottle flew from his mouth and landed on the floor with a clash of broken glass and milk splattering. All the servants saw the baby go up in the air for a moment before they all jumped to catch their airborne master.

Ciel squeezed his eye shut and cried out at the feeling of falling while wriggling his limbs before he was caught. He opened his eye before blinking the uncovered eye to see the face of his savior and was met with blonde hair and a stern face. He recognized him as the man who always had a stick in his mouth.

He squealed loudly and then cooed as Bard adjusted him while he looked away to Mey-rin before telling her something but Ciel couldn't understand anyways, he was too busy being enamored by the man who saved him from his deadly fall. Their young master reached up and patted Bard on the face as if telling him that he did well.

All the servants saw this and dropped their mouths open at the sight; even Bard did so as well. They were all shocked since Ciel never seemed interested in anything but Sebastian and his food.

Ciel cooed and smiled a toothless grin, while he kicked his feet and hands in the air. He'd never had this much fun until today and he was soaking all of it up like a sponge. First he had his butler toss him in the air and now this scruff man catching him before he could fall. Yes, it was indeed a fun day in the baby's warped mind.

On the other hand, Bard was stumped but he smiled back at his master all while feeling proud that he did something right for the master because out of all the things, they, the servants, were always getting yelled at for screwing up, but now this was their time to shine!

Mey-rin and Finny stood to the side as they looked at the cook look down a bit fondly at Ciel who was babbling which some of that babble sounded suspiciously like "papa". The two looked at each other before one of them cleared their throat, making Bard cough and forced back his emotions while he settled Ciel in his arms before he looked at the mess on the floor. "Ahh, it'd be best to get this cleaned up. Right! Finny, clean up the broken glass and find the young master a new bottle!" Finny snapped to attention and dashed around to get the broken pieces of glass.

The maid dashed out the door before he could even turn to her. "I'm going for some more milk," she yelled as she ran down the hallway, possibly signaling everyone in the near vicinity of her loud voice.

Now that the glass was broken and Finny was busy disposing of the glass the right way, Bard and his young master were alone. The tinkling of the glass as it shuffled it's way down the dustbin echoed from outside and the ticking of a clock that was most likely not too far from the kitchen stumped the cook as he realized his rather awkward predicament with only a baby in his hand.

Which is to say that said baby was playing with the goggles around the man's strong neck. He patted the goggles before he yanked on them eliciting a few annoyed grunts since they stayed in place. The explosive cook saw this and chuckled, a sound that made Ciel gaze up at him to see where the strange rumbling sound originated. Seeing as he never heard it from the man in black, he stilled and listened for it again but instead he could only somewhat hear a steady beating.

He frowned, his little eyebrows scrunching up before he patted at the space where it sounded. Seeing this, Bard wondered at how simple babies really were if this is all it takes to stop one in what he or she is doing.

"Young master, I don't think it's going to pat you back." Ciel looked up at him after he said this and after a few moments, he smiled widely showing a toothless grin.

A slam from the door broke their little fond moment as Finny came back with a mop and a bucket. Seeing this, Bard decided to help the poor gardener out and placed Ciel in the basket of sheets. "Here, give it and I'll mop it. You just go tend to outside." He took the mop and bucket from Finny's hands and sloshed the water around a bit.

"But what about the young master? What if he gets hurt?" Finny sent a look to Ciel who was content with being in the basket and was instead playing with the sheets such as trying to throw a corner of one up.

Bard waved the concern away and got to mopping the mess, "Oh he'll be fine. I'm watching after all, you just go and get to work unless you want Mr. Sebastian on your case."

Finny sighed and said goodbye and ran out the door while putting his gardener hat on.

After he was left alone, he got to mopping all the spilled milk up before he spotted a few shards of glass next to the bottom shelves. "Argh, that Finny." He glanced back at Ciel to see him doing nothing but playing before he decided to quickly step out the backdoor to find the dustpan to pick up the rest of the glass.

In the basket, Ciel stopped from his playing to see his new favorite person walking out the door and with a frown, he leaned against the edge of the basket, and fell forward with the sheets giving him a soft landing. Too bad for him, the basket covered his whole body so he could only shuffle about in whichever direction he thought Bard went.

Luckily for him, Bard left the pile of broken glass all together, which then Ciel avoided and he headed towards the exit of the kitchen, which led into the hallway. Seeing as he couldn't yet walk, he crawled until he was in the middle of the hallway before the basket still on top of him, knocked against a wall.

Realizing that he was stuck, he fumbled around the dim lighting from under the basket and stood up on unsteady legs so that his imprisonment came off enough for him to at least see, before he fell back down. With a small pout, he sat there for a few seconds but then the sounds of footsteps from somewhere in another room caught his attention so using his hearing, he shuffled his way down the hall and further away from the kitchen where he favorite person was.

...

Meanwhile, after Bard came from inside which took a bit longer than he would have wanted thanks to Finny, he came back inside and swept up the glass into the dustpan before he walked back outside to throw it away, but then he came to a rather abrupt stop.

He turned his head back to where Ciel was SUPPOSED to be and saw nothing but sheets. With a horrified glance around, he dropped the pan and broom and ran out the kitchen. "Young master?!" He looked down both sides of the hallway before he ran down the opposite path that Ciel had gone all while yelling for the baby.

...

Ciel had vaguely heard someone yelling, but he paid it no mind and instead shuffled farther away from the yelling. For a baby like Ciel, to let a basket best him was rather embarrassing, but he was a baby so nothing much bothered him except cold milk, socks, and being wet.

Once he came to the room where the footsteps were, he tried again to stand up but this time when he got up somewhat he braced his hands on his knees. In the end, it still didn't matter seeing as his legs were still too unsteady and he down he went but this time, the basket got knocked over and rolled away.

Being a sturdy little thing that he was, he merely shook his head and looked up at the closed door before he started journeying away from it seeing as no sounds were being emitted from the room.

As he got further away from anything alive, he felt a form of loneliness creeping up on him. Even with the sun streaming in through the big windows, he felt like an abandoned kitten on a cold day.

He wished for the blonde man with the stick in his mouth to come and get him, but he couldn't call him seeing as he didn't know his name and Sebastian was too far away to hear him (so he thought) and so it was just him and his two feet.

Ciel, instead of staying there, got up from the warm spot of sunlight he was sitting in and continued crawling down the long corridors in search of something he was familiar with. but there was nothing seeing as he never been in this part of his manor.

Just as he was about to give up, he heard a set of footsteps coming from an unlit part of the manor. Turning to the sound excitedly, he peered around to see if it was the cook, but instead he merely saw the dark and heard the soft, muted steps. Crawling and hoping to leave whatever was back there in the dark, he crawled clumsily away with his little heart racing while he head came up with different shapes all which were black that would consume him. His knees started getting rug burn from the pace so he stopped and clutched his knees as best as he could while a few tears escaped him.

Looking back up, it looked like the darkness was growing and then his little bladder, which was already quite full, decided that was the time to empty itself out in the moment of extreme stress. He trembled a bit and closed his eyes before he started screeching, pouring all his fear and anger into the bawls.

"Young master." He opened his eye, expecting to see shadows, but saw nothing of the sort. Instead he saw Sebastian; there his butler was, standing in the light of the window looking at him calmly.

Sebastian looked at the sad sight his master was in; soiled and all ruffled up. It was a shame to see the head of the Phantomhives in such a state. When he heard Bard's loud bellowing, he just knew that Ciel had gotten into some sort of trouble so he stopped what he was doing and went towards where he felt his young master's presence. Though when he found him, he wasn't intending on giving him such a fright to where he soiled himself, but it was a comic sight to him to see someone who was once so proud and arrogant fall this low.

"Se-bah-bah!" Ciel screamed to catch his attention because he didn't understand why the man was just standing there and not changing him. He didn't like feeling wet and he was very hungry seeing as he breakfast was interrupted.

With a sigh, he approached Ciel before he bent down to pick him up, but he was slapped in the face.

...

Sebastian was shocked- he was really not expecting that. He glared down at Ciel who was cringing away from him with a screwed up lip before he simply grabbed Ciel and held him away from him seeing as he was squirming to get away. He may be a baby, but even he could understand that the man was angry.

With intent to punish his master, he continued walking towards his master's bedroom all while ignoring the struggling Ciel was doing. With calm and precise steps to prolong the walk to build up the suspense, he came to his destination.

For one brief moment, he pressed Ciel against him to open the door, but once it opened, he slipped inside with a solid click of the door.

Who knows what awaited Ciel now that he has made his butler- the one that's been taking care of him ever since this new situation- angry.

Ooh! Who knows what Sebastian is going to do to Ciel?

Is he going to scold him?
Ignore him?
Spank him?

Who knows, who knows. Anyways, thank you for reading!