You're no fun

No parties allowed

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Ciel was never one for games.

He was just too serious for them, he thought them a waste of time. That's why he is currently going through all of the mail, most of them are company partnerships and letters from other high class families hoping to have Ciel marry their daughters. He ran his hand through his raven locks sighing. He'd much rather be eating cake.

He was twelve and the only heir to the Funtom Toy Company. His parents died in a terrible fire that destroyed mansion and even claimed the life of Sebastian, the family dog. All that survived the fire was the family heirloom and the hired help.

After rebuilding the mansion and replacing the destroyed objects, he went missing for a few months and returned home with a new butler he called Sebastian.

The name was amusing to the small lord because the new butler preferred cats over dogs. Sebastian was considered quite handsome, with an impressive six foot one height and lean stature with inky black hair.

But his eyes were the most alluring part, they always seemed to look like they were mocking you. Like he's playing with you, just like a cat. His eyes wasn't the usual color of mocha, emerald, cobalt, lavender or even gold. They were a deep carmine color, and they watched his master.

"Young master you've been staring at the same document for quite some time now, is everything alright?" He asked genuinely curious. Usually when faced with the usual marriage proposal he'd ignore it, and if it was a partnership request by a company he'd set it aside for later.

But this one letter seemed to stump the Phantomhive heir. His fine eyebrows furrowed and his azure eyes kept going over the piece of parchment, for what seemed to be the third time.

"The Duke of Bedford wants to hold some sort of ball and I've been invited to it." He grumbled placing the invitation down, leaning back in his chair and throwing his arm over his eyes, obviously displeased.

"The ninth Duke of Bedford, Francis Charles Hastings, formally asks for your appearance at his annual Spring Masquerade ball." The black clad butler summarized reading the invitation. "Its requested by a Duke so it would be wise to go."

"I wanted to avoid going to this again if it was possible. Balls make me uncomfortable." The little lord grumbled, while getting up and walking around to stretch his muscles. "And I hate dancing." He mumbled with downcast eyes. Finding out he has to go to a ball at the end of the week put a heavy damper on his already poor mood.

"Strategically going on a business trip a month before the ball isn't going to work anymore it seems, young lord." Sebastian replied eyes filled with mirth. "He seems to have caught on."

Ciel scowled. He really didn't want to go, the ninth Duke was notorious for trying to interact with the other British royal families and people of high standings. Parties meant people everywhere drinking and dancing, that lead to people eventually slaughtering over to him all drunk and sweaty. Being called cute and having your head tousled and the occasional cheek pulled was not something he wanted to repeat again.
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It was chaos trying to get everyone to agree on what the Earl should wear. Ciel himself didn't really care what he wore as long as it didn't seem strange. And that's exactly what kind of costumes the other residents of Phantomhive Manor want him to wear. It was absolutely ridiculous.

Finnian the gardener with super strength suggested he be a dog and brought him and out fit complete with the tail and ears. He was swiftly but gently shot down by Sebastian. Finny was still a little upset, but Sebastian distracted him by saying the neighbors dog was out and the sandy haired teen rushed to go softly pet the canine.The the butler went to go look for the appropriate clothing.

Baldroy the "cook" suggested he be a "short stack" of pancakes. Ciel blushed madly and stormed away still listening to Bards laughter. After a short span of thirty minutes the rest of the residents found the little lord in the evening room drinking tea.

The help was a little more cautious when approaching the small Earl, Baldroy just stayed back completely preferring to stay near the nearest exit, snickering. The maid, Mey-Rin, offered what appears to be a dress? She looked at him with hopeful eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. Tanaka just laughed in the corner drinking his tea. Ciel felt his eyebrow twitch, are they mocking him?

Thankfully Sebastian returned, he was losing his patience and confidence in his staffs ability to take things seriously. "Young master I've returned the the most stunning costume I found." Sebastian replied seemingly pleased with himself, the material was black and looked to be smooth with soft tufts jutting out occasionally. What is..? No.. NO.

"Sebastian I am not wearing a cat suit!" He growled glaring at the piece of clothing like it insulted his mother.

"It was worth a try, but I knew you'd say no so I purchased a second outfit."

It seems like his staff was completely incapable of taking him seriously.

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I rewrote it. Yay right? Pretty short though, at least I think it is.

My writing sucked so bad. It's not as bad though hopefully.

This was a Ciel centric chapter Alois won't be appearing for a while. Like the third chapter, or maybe the second.

I literally did little to no research for this chapter. So if something looks wrong it probably is.

Anyways this is my writing style now hopefully it doesn't suck ass.

I'll try to fix the other chapter in a few weeks, don't lose faith in me please!