Lost Precious of Mine (Black Butler Fanfic) [Demonic Editing Ongoing]

✡ Chapter 1 What Are The Odds? ✡

Chapter 1 What Are The Odds?

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Sunlight streamed against the large window of the spacious bedroom, providing the male on the bed enough illumination to make him groan in annoyance.

"Young Master, it's time to wake up." came a gentle voice as the sound of the heel of someone's shoes scraped against the carpeted floor.

"I'm awake... Just have my eyes closed." The raven haired male on the bed moaned out, tossing his body on the other side of the bed to escape the harsh attack of the sunlight.

The source of the gentle voice released a chuckle, making him cover his mouth with his gloved hand. His jet black hair swayed against such subtle movement, his piercing red eyes slightly squinting. "Young Master, I could've let you sleep the whole day if you're still a child that I need to foster." He said, walking to the large bed. He then picked the blanket situated on the bed, tugging it out his master's body. "But you're already twenty-one years old."

"Hm..."

"And you've long wasted your youth so can you please stand up and be an adult now?"

"Tsch." The noble released a sound of irritation, a sign that he yielded defeat. He sat up his position, brushing his hair aside.

Another morning. Another day to loath.

He glared at his perfect butler as the male clad in black started to set his master's breakfast with a smile.

It has been years since Ciel Phantomhive summoned this demon to fulfill his whims. And it has been six years since the demon aided him in finding the entity that killed his parents and ruined his otherwise perfect life-an angel by the name of Angela. With one of his goals down, what was left to do is look for his younger sister.

He knows himself that the probability of his sister being alive is indeed unfavorable but he won't be swayed by such calculations. He'll look for his sister and find her no matter what-may she be in a coffin or nothing but a pile of ashes.

Ciel took a sip of the tea prepared for him, submerging into a deep trail of his thoughts.

So far, he had kept going in circles or dead ends. Facts would falsify and rumors would turn out to be truths. He was getting impatient. Not only does he need to look for his sister. He also needs to tend to the queen's orders as a guard dog.

Just this thought of all the pressure he was feeling made him tightened his grip on his cup.

"Sebastian, have you found any new clues?" he finally spoke out.

"None so far, Young Master."

Ciel released a growl, slamming his cup on his bedside table. "... I lost my appetite."

"I would like you to prepare the carriage. We'll be heading out to find any lead whilst solving this new case from the Queen." He ordered, standing up from his bed and brushing his hair back.

"Oh? How about your change of clothes, then?" came Sebastian's teasing voice.

"Shut up. I'm too old to get teased by your nonsensical taunts." Ciel answered calmly. "Get out."

"Too old? You can't even make a move on Lady Elizabeth." A pillow came Sebastian's direction in which he caught with ease. The butler chuckled and went for the door. "You'll always be this mansion's young master. That said, please be always prepared with our antics." With that, he closed the door and left the noble pondering.