Black Butler: Book of Abduction

01 | His Butler, Watchdog

<3rd POV>
Ciel lays peacefully asleep in his chamber like any other day when we wasn't pestered with his own responsibilities. When the morning comes with the sign of daylight penetrating through the thick navy curtains, he groans with displeasure.

In came Sebastian, rolling the silver cart that has the master's morning ironed newspaper and tea.
The curtains swing open by Sebastian and the sun burns through the glass windows. Sebastian takes the initiative to tie the curtains with a rope and then follows with the other.

"It's time to wake up young master."

Ciel peeks open and rubs his eyes to help clear his vision. He sits up on the bed and yawns, stretching out his arms.

"Today's breakfast is prawn curry and French toast along with Chai tea." Sebastian says while pouring the daily tea into a teacup and holding a plate beneath for Ciel to hold.

"The newspaper." Ciel demands.

"Yes, my lord." Sebastian unfolds the crisp  newspaper and gently hands to him. After he reads the stories of his perfected author, Sebastian starts to dress Ciel.

"Anything from her Majesty?" Ciel asks.

"A letter." Sebastian wields the white letter sealed with wax it in his hand, appearing from thin air.
Ciel takes it, opening to read its contents.

"What is it young master?" He glances over with a curious eye.

"Nothing." Ciel sighs, "Her Majesty insist I take a break and let the Scotland Yard handle a berserk fire that ended up eradicating parts of an orphanage." He explains.

"It's not often that Her Majesty relays tasks to the Yard. You should do as the Queen saids, young master. Take this time to rejuvenate."

"Maybe you're right." Ciel takes a sip of his tea.

"I'm always right." Sebastian teased.

"Don't start with me." Ciel waves his hand away, "it's too early for your jokes." He adds with discontent.

"My deepest apologies, my lord." He grins.

"Where are the servants? I haven't heard a ruckus all morning? That's usually odd." He comments.

Sebastian smiles, "oh don't worry young master, I've made sure that they wouldn't interfere with your peace."

As numerous occasions before, the servants were the first thing Ciel hears in the mornings. That included the booms, laughs, screams and loud crashes echoing through the manor. But through time, the commotion has dwindled down to barely nothing.
•••••
From the chamber to the dining hall, Ciel sits at the table and starts to eat his breakfast. Sebastian stands off to the side waiting to be ordered.

"My lord, the tailor is coming today." Sebastian reminds him. "She's bringing her proposals of new seasonal outfits."

"Ugh..." Ciel plays with his dish and finally places the cloth napkin on the table. "She's dressed me up like a doll already. What else does she want to do?"

Ciel rises from his seat, crossing his arm.
"I'll be in my study-"

Out of the blue, dinning room door burst open and Meyrin came through with a bucket of water. It was her duty to scrub down the manor, yet she frantically startled the both of them.
Ciel inches back,

"What's the meaning-"

"M-Master! Look out!" Meyrin manages to slip on the carpet and the bucket projects into the air. Eventually, the water makes it's way towards Ciel as the center of target.

Sebastian, like the demon butler he is, hurries and yanks on the table cloth and practically slapped the flying water away from Ciel.

"S-so sorry!" Meyrin bows for forgiveness and the other two came bursting in.

"You should be more careful." Sebastian starts and realizes that the rest of them are covered in white foamy soap. Though in his mind, he was questioning why he had kept them here at the manor for so long in the first place.

"Yes! We will!" They all promise loosely and leave the two of them in great haste.
Sebastian glance back at Ciel and he couldn't help but to chuckle while Ciel kept a stone face.

"What are you laughing about?" He looks uncomfortable by Sebastian's expression.

"My deepest apologies, young master. The tailor will arrive in any moment." Sebastian leads Ciel out of the dining hall and into the private rooms.
•••••
Eventually, Nina arrives at the Phantomhive's and drags her heavy loads of luggage with her. Her eyes sparkles continuously as she couldn't wait to tend to Ciel's new wardrobe.

"My my! My young lord. You've lost wait again around your waist!" She shakes her head in displeasure, "I fear that you'll be bones the next time I see you." She glares at Sebastian and fixed her glasses. "I hope you're feeding him!"

Sebastian bows his head to acknowledge her.
"But of course. Hearty and healthy meals for the young lord is a main priority when it comes to his eating habits. His metabolism gets the better of him." He replies.

"This won't do!" She sighs and wraps the measuring tape around his chest. "You're too young to be losing this much weight."

"I would like it if you stopped acting so familiar with me." Ciel coldly says as her same comments irritates him very much.

"And even your tone. They all need to grow." She frowns and digs into her suitcases. "This will take just a few minutes to adjust. You can put your shirt back on. I'll be finished in 20 minutes." She took out a holster of black thread and a shark pin.

Sebastian helps Ciel put on his shirt, buttoning carefully and delicately. While he was helping him, Sebastian couldn't help but to examine his body. And of course, the thought of changing the young lord's diet became a slighter interest.

"Maybe we should incorporate 4 meals a day." He suggested on the side, "maybe cut down on the sweets and-."

"Enough with that. I can do with the regular schedule."

"You must be joking if you intend to cut down on my sweets." He crosses his arms while leaving the room once Sebastian finished.

Nina and Sebastian exchange looks and both secretly laugh. Sebastian holds it in to his best abilities while Nina was having a ball to herself.

"He's such a child when it comes down to it." She whispers.

"That is the young lord for you." Sebastian agrees.