Teach Me To Play (A Black Butler Fanfic)

Chapter 4 - Of Lessons and Piano (Unedited)

The next day, after Ciel was dressed and breakfast was served, lessons began.

Grell, dressed in his normal reaper clothes, was sitting at the piano along with Sebastian, who was playing the piece that Ciel wished to learn.

Ciel walked into the room but stopped in his tracks at the sight of his butler. He was wearing his tutor clothes, glasses and all. Ciel thought he look...handsome. He shook his head. His butler, handsome? What was he thinking.

Then there was that reaper at his side, gazing at Sebastian while he played. He was too close to his butler, in Ciel's opinion. But why should he care? He's just a servant, just a friend. Nothing more. Never anything more. He hid around the corner, peaking ever so slightly while listening to their conversation.

"Oh Basi, I get chills when you play!" Grell was fawning over Sebastian when he finished the song.

"Why, thank you Grell. Would you like to play?" Sebastian scooted over to give Grell room.

"Of course, anything for you darling."

Grell placed his hands and started to play a somewhat easy piece, yet it indeed beautiful. The reaper acted completely different once he began playing the piano. His eyes were closed, his hands moving smoothly over the keys, a small smile on his face. His mouth, for once, was shut, which Ciel thought was a miracle in and of itself.

Once he finished, Sebastian clapped and smiled at the reaper. "Very well done, Grell. I haven't heard 'Fur Elise' in the longest of time. I always enjoy hearing a song from Beethoven."

Grell giggled and snuggled next to the butler. "Happy to hear you liked it Basi! What do I get as a reward?" He leaned closer to Sebastian's face. "Maybe a peck on the cheek? Or perhaps, a quick kiss?"

Ciel froze. A kiss? From that evil monster? Sebastian would never do that.

"Alright, but only on the cheek." Did Sebastian say that?

The breath left Ciel's lungs. What the hell was wrong with his butler? Had he grown tired of the young demon? Is this the true reason why he invited Grell to stay with them? To be his lover?

Grell blushed. "Yay!"

Ciel could no longer take it. He stepped around the corner and called out to his butler. "Sebastian!"

His eyes widened at the sight in front of him.

Grell was facing him, his face almost completely flushed, eyes shut tight with excitement. Sebastian, however, had his lips pressed against the reaper's cheek, his eyes closed as well.

"Sebastian?"

Sebastian broke away from Grell, but rested his forehead on the reaper's temple. Sighing, he tilted his head in the direction of his master. He looked...annoyed.

"Yes, master?"

He sounded impatient, as well. Ciel took a step back and stared at his butler. What was going on here? He just could not understand.

In an instant, Ciel composed himself, switching to his normal behavior. As if nothing had happened.

"Are we not to start with the lesson? I was under the impression that Grell was here to help, not to mess around with my butler." On the outside, Ciel was a demon, bold and proud.

On the inside, he was a wounded and betrayed 13-year-old boy.

"Yes, of course master." Sebastian cleared his throat and Grell snapped out of his love-filled daze. "Time to work, Grell."

Said shinigami jumped up, filled with energy. "Then let's get started!"

A few hours later and Ciel had gotten hardly anywhere. The only thing he had learned was the key names and a basic C Major scale. It turns out, he really did not know anything about the piano.

"So, this one here is a D, and next to it is an E. What was the black key in between them called again?" Ciel looked up at Grell's annoyed face.

"It is a D sharp or an E flat." Ciel looked confused. "What?" Grell snapped at him.

"Well, why does it have two names?"

Grell sighed angrily. "Because it can be a half step up from D, which is called a sharp, or it can be a half step down from E, which is called a flat. Understand, boy?"

Ciel looked at the two white keys and the black key in between. He glanced over at the key next to E and pointed. "Then where is E sharp and F flat?"

Grell yelled out in frustration. Was a kiss from Basi really worth teaching this annoying brat? He glanced over at the butler, who was sitting in a chair across the room, smiling at Grell. His raven hair looked so soft, his face milky white, his crimson demon eyes glowing. He looked utterly delectable and undeniably sexy. The job was worth it.

"Grell?"

He shook his head and looked at the other demon, his eyes narrowed. "What?"

He smirked. "Stop daydreaming about my butler and teach."

Grell snorted. "My shifts over, sorry brat. It's Basi's turn!" He ran over to the butler and sat on his lap. "Or we can take a break and relax a little. I would rather spend time with Basi here, instead of teaching you, kid."

Sebastian glanced at Grell and sighed. "I suppose we could take a short rest. Besides," He pulled out his pocket watch at looked at the time. "It's tea time."

Sebastian, still in his tutor clothing, stepped inside the kitchen to fetch the tea. His master had told him he wanted tea only, no sweets. Odd. His master was fond of sweets along with his daily tea.

"No matter." Sebastian brushed it off. It just proved to him that his plan was working, his master is starting to crack. He'll fall for the butler in due time, but for now, he must worry about the tea.

He grabbed the sliver tray that held the tea set and walked off towards the billiard room where Grell and his master were waiting.

Though he was faltering, Sebastian knew it would take much more to break through his master's defenses. Which meant that he would have to flirt with Grell more than he already was. How bothersome.

The butler sighed as he knocked on the closed-door in front of him, hearing the voice of his master calling him in. Is this feeling within him, this love for his master, even worth the trouble?

He entered to room and instantly locked eyes with his lord. How deep his blue eye was, how calm. But below the surface showed his master's true feelings for the butler. He could see it, the love that he had for Sebastian.

Loving this young demon, indeed, was most definitely the right choice.

"Now then, young master, place your hands upon the keys."

Ciel glanced at the butler at his right, then at Grell who was off to his left, and sighed. Doing as instructed, he sat up tall and prepared to play. "Alright master, play the first part."

Ciel pushed down on the keys and played the first few notes he had learned. It sounded right, but the flow that was heard when Grell and Sebastian played was not there.

"Here kid, let me help." Grell moved Ciel's hands gracefully over the keys, making the music melt together.

"Now you try." Ciel nodded and tried it how Grell had showed him. He played it softly and smoothly with care. Every note played almost perfect.

Sebastian smiled. "Very well done, my lord." He rested his gloved hand on Ciel's shoulder. He jumped at the touch, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Ciel could feel a small smile creep onto his face, but it fell once he noticed something on the keys. "Uh, Grell? I found the E sharp and F flat key."

Grell looked down and almost faced palmed his forehead.

"No, that isn't a note."

"It is not?"

"No. It is my finger."

Ciel looked at the 'key' more closely and realized it indeed was Grell's black gloved finger.

"Then where is the E sharp and F flat? I must know."

Sebastian and Grell sighed, looking at each other. This will take longer than expected.