Ciel Phantomhive is seated at his desk, sipping a cup of boiling hot Earl Grey tea, prepared by his butler. He flips unenthusiastically through the London Times Newspaper, a scowl apon his young features. "Why am I wasting my time with this petty nonsense," he scorns, tossing the newspaper onto the floor. Ciel lays his head down on his desk. A small knock on his office door brings Ciel's head back up. "What is it," Ciel says, his tone dull and uninterested.
The large door to the young Earl's study opens with a soft creak causing Ciel to cringe. "Sebastian, you have to fix that creaky door one of these days." He points out glancing toward his tall butler.
"But of course," Sebastian looks at Ciel with am expression that Ciel can not quite grasp. "No matter," he thought to himself.
"Now what do you want." Ciel dully says resting his head on his palm.
His butler was used to this sort of harsh sarcastic tone that his master used. What kind of butler would he be if he could not handle the simple words his master spoke?
"I simply came in to remind you of your violin lesson today." Sebastian's clear voice informed.
"I already knew about that. You had no need to interrupt my work." Ciel stated his voice rising.
"Naturally I had no intention of bothering you master," Sebastian says tilting his head to the left slightly, "but are you completely certain you know which time to meet me in the ballroom?"
"Obviously!" Ciel almost yells, "I am completely capable of remembering what time my lessons are scheduled."
"Splendid, then master, I shall see you in the ballroom at...?"
"At what?" Ciel is confused.
"What time do I expect you to be in the room?"
"What do you mean what time you expect me in the ballroom!" Ciel spits out, rising out of his chair; he slams his hands onto his desk, "Do you not mean what time I am coming down?!"
"But of course master, my apologies." Sebastian remarks placing his fist over his chest, smiling.
"Ugh," Ciel groans flopping down into his chair.
"Master if you do not mind me asking again, what time are you coming down to the ballroom?"
"Erm.., well I.." Ciel stammers on trying to think of a reasonable time.
"I see, young master has forgotten." Sebastian smirks looking down at Ciel, "Is my young master blushing?"
"So what?" Ciel blurts angrily, "just tell me the time and get out."
"The lesson is at 2:30." Sebastian informs.
"How completely splendid," The Earl rolls his eyes and rubs his face tiredly.
Ciel looks up and finds his butler looking at him.
"What are you doing? You look like a complete fool,"
Sebastian says, "I find it remarkable that such a well organized Earl such as yourself forgets such things as a violin lesson."
"You incompetent prick!" Ciel yells, "get out!"
"Of course My Lord," Sebastian turns smiling in a way that is different then what The Earl is used too. Sebastian heads for the door. Ciel drops his head back onto the desk.
"Remember Master, 2:30."
Ciel groans into the desk.
"Leeeaavee."
"On my way." The butler begins to exit, but not without one final glance at his master, flat apon his desk.
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Yes, My Lord.
Fanfictionthe day of Ciel's death is nearing more quickly each day. His butler however, has a different plan for his young master.
