"His Butler, Concupiscent"

Chapter 8

"This entire afternoon has been a joke."

Leaning against his high backed chair, solid oak desk and book lined walls, furniture taste in exquisite perfection. Ciel sighed in irritation frowning at all the paperwork before him, no matter how many documents he signed, stamped, and sealed, the pile never seemed to reduce. All day every day from dusk till dawn the poor boy worked himself to death, as was in his ability. Never taking a break until his lustful shadow snapped him back into reality. 'tap' 'tap' 'tap'...

"Come in."

Gold trolley, familiar noise of ceramic tea cups and the scent of strong earl grey spread throughout the room. Without hesitation Ciel grasped at the empty space where his afternoon tea usually sat. Finding nothing he presently glanced upwards, eyebrow arched. Finding no apology but a distasteful glare plastered on the demon's face he inquired him of course.

"Sebastian what is going on."

"... My lord. "

Placing a cream white envelope before him resting on his desk. The wax seal bore his esteemed fiance Elizabeth Midfords' title. This was the envelope sent to him the other night, why did Sebastian have this, what the hell is happening.

"Sebastian! How dare you riffle through my belongings and personal affairs!"

A small exhale escaped the demon's features, a smirk encroaching his lips.

"My lord you seemed disconcerted, so of course I took it upon myself to guarantee your security and read this letter."

He knows... he knows dammit... This isn't fair, he is never fair!

" .... As that may be you have still disregarded you position as my butler. If I were to punish only Mey-rin then how would that make me look?"

Keeping the same expression, Sebastian watched the young earl take calculated steps before him and his small soft lips curl into a cruel smile.

" Now... Shall we begin?"
...
Thinking to himself Ciel began to grow agitated with the fact that any physical task would not burden the demon in the least. Being said he would have to be creative in his efforts. Sebastian gazed inquisitively at his young master; wondering what he could possibly be trying to come up with to stump the butler. Low pitched moans emitted from outside. Winds sliding across each window and leaning on the frame of the mansion. Ciel's gaze never faltered. Starring the demon down, and taking his time to process each idea the danced through his mind...

" My lord are you having a bit of trouble...? Perhaps you'd like some tea and a moment to think this over-."

" No thank you. I've got a fair idea of what i'd like for you to do for me."

A delighted smile danced across the Demon's face, more so like he was egging on the young lord, insinuating nothing he could come up with could possibly distort his peace.

" What then, my lord."

"Sebastian, this is an order. Find Grell Sutcliff and follow him through his routines. I want to know everything there is to know about him, more specifically why he was looking for Elizabeth and why she's on his "To Die" List."

And there it was, my young master's small triumph against me. How he reveille's in the moment. Placing the palm of my gloved hand over my breast and bowing modestly, i obeyed his commands.

"As you wish, my young lord."

End of Chapter Eight...