Revelations

Chapter one

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2 years later...

Ciel was sitting by the window in his room, his feet propped up on the edge of the pane, as he gazed outside at the lush grounds of his home.
True, it still felt weird, running the whole estate nearly all by himself and his deceased family's toy business, but somehow the whole thing now just felt...right.
Despite, the topsy-turvy staffing and his overly possessive butler, Ciel thought that his new mansion was even better than the last.
Definitely, better than the last.
And so, because of that, he really didn't have a care in the world, except if that was, answering to whatever Her Majesty called on him to do.
See, Ciel was the Queen's watchdog so to speak and she often had him going on these nearly impossible missions, no matter how close to death they may have seemed.
That was okay though, because they always defeated whoever it was and then came home, safe.
It was due to Sebastian really, that they were all even still alive. Especially, Lord Phantomhive.
The butler really was quite a butler, and he never ceased to amaze others with his lithe actions, quick thinking, and astonishing feats.
Although, he had yet to please Ciel, should that even be possible.
It didn't matter if Sebastian saved him from an underground operational drug mafia or even a crazy red-headed reaper who threatened to kill him with her scythe.
Ciel was neither impressed nor worried about his fate as long as his contract with Sebastian was in tact.
And, when the day finally came that the demon would no longer be bound to the child's words and orders, Ciel supposed that by then, he'd be old enough and strong enough to destroy him, himself.
Truth be told, the Earl of Phantomhive clearly thought of himself as untouchable and far-removed from whatever horrible course of action, he may have placed upon himself, at the time.
And that, would prove to be a bad thing...
"Your tea, master.", Sebastian says, as he sets the tray down on the fairly large window pane and begins to pour the tea into the small chins cup, the same precarious way he always does.
Ciel doesn't turn, but rolls his eyes when, from his one good eye he spots the butler holding the teapot up high and pouring a stream of tea into the awaiting cup, without even spilling a drop.
For some reason, this irks Ciel in the worse possible way and he wishes that just once, Sebastian would mess up so that he could call him out on it.
He seriously finds it annoying that the stupid guy seems to be able to do EVERYTHING right.
"What? Is it not to your liking?", the butler asks, his eyes focusing on his master again, a small smile tugging at his lips.
The boy in the window makes nothing but an almost growl-like sound and quickly spins fully around, so that he's facing Sebastian.
He picks up the teacup carefully, with nimble fingers and takes a tentative sip from it, slowly.
Ciel then frowns, sighs, and looks back up at Sebastian, reluctantly.
"Young Master?"
"It's fine.", Ciel replies, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.
'Like always', he thinks, but quickly dismisses the thought.
The demon butler seems pleased by this, nods.
"I made it just the way you like it, Young Master. It is Earl Grey, your favourite I presume?"
Ciel nods and then turns back to the window, his one good eye now staring at that clumsy gardener in the estate's garden.
'What's his name?', he seems to question silently.
Sebastian sets a plate of cupcakes on the window pane, he straightens.
"I do believe you mean Finny, Young Master.", he says, already refilling Ciel's not even half empty cup of tea.
The boy turns around again, glaring at the butler.
"Don't do that! Bloody hell, what have I told you about reading my thoughts?!"
His face is becoming a dark shade of crimson and whether it's because of Sebastian's comment or simply because he forgot that the demon could actually read his every thought, it is uncertain to him.
Either way, Sebastian can't help but make another comment.
'Has anyone ever told you that you look cute when you're blushing, Young Master?'
Ciel hits his head repeatedly against the side of the window, as he hears the demon's words in his mind.
"Stop it! I'm warning you!", he says aloud, his finger pointing at the butler in an accusing manner.
"Oh? Of what?"
Ciel sighs not for the first time that day and lifts his arms up in defeat.
"I don't know. But, don't make me tell you, again."
Sebastian smiles a little again, and places one gloved hand gently on Ciel's knee.
"Oh well, we couldn't have that now, could we?", he mocks, chuckling at the effect he has on his master.
The boy doesn't say anything more, just mutters that he thinks Sebastian best leave now.
The butler nods obediently and takes his rolling trolley of sweets and tea with him as he goes.
Ciel goes back to watching the servant in the garden, a light rush of redness still stinging his cheeks.