Ciel × Sebastian

The Busy Butler.

     "Sebastian. Sebastian. Get over here! Sebastian, where is my damn cake!!" I screamed.

  What's been happening:

     It was December 1st and Ciel was in an even worse mood than normal. The snow was falling, the sun was starting to come out, but the servants were even louder than usual. Finny was running around the manner measuring everything, also flooding, rosting, and destroying the garden. Meiren was trying to multi task but fail by crashing and breaking everything she touched. Lastly Bardroy tried out new recipes but ended up destroying the kitchen multiple time. (We all saw that one coming.) Sebastian has been extremely busy with cleaning up after these servants. Since the servant have been even more reckless, Ciel has been even more lonley. Sebastian spent almost all of his time fixing everything that he completely ignored Ciel and basically forgot about him.

   Ciel's POV
     "Sebastian, why are you never around anymore?" I whispered. I got up tired and depressed. I decided that if he won't get me cake then I'll get it myself. I walked half way down the hallway where the kitchen is located, but stopped. I saw smoke coming from the doorway. 'Damn it. Bardroy blew up my kitchen again.' I yelled to myself. 'Why do I even keep him around?' I turn around and walked back up stairs. I was heading back to my room when I remembered my private kitchen. Noboby uses it since its made only for live in guest. It was completely pointless. Who would want to go to the private kitchen to cook and bake themselves? I have a perfect butler who is amazing at cooking. Well he was perfect, now he can't even controll the servants. He's a god damn demon. Why can't he controll these useless humans? He's been so busy that I could probably run away or get kidnapped and he wouldn't notice.

     Before I was done arguing and yelling at myself in my head causeing a headack, I entered the kitchdn unknowingly. I clamed once I realized that I was alrady here. I looked around and finally found my moms old recipe book. Man how this book brings back memories. Sad and happy. I reached for the book but of course I was to short to reached the second to top shelf. Wow I'm short. I grabbed a chair and reached for it. I quickly grabbed it before I fell off of the chair. I was so hungry for strawberry cake that I just sat there on the floor looking for my moms favorite recipe.

     "Yes!! Found it!" I nearly yelled as I got up to gather my materials. I started my attempt to bake a cake. But hey if it turns out bad then its ok. I might chuck it out the window but oh well. It is my first time baking or making anything for that matter.

   Sebastian's POV

     I finally got done rebuilding the kitchen for the 5th time this week. If Bradroy destroys it one more time then he'll get it. Man I am tired of all of this shit. Ciel most be too. I hope young master isn't to upset or he'llpuinsh all of them. Its already noon, I should go see what he would like to eat.

     I knocked at my masters door but there was no replie. I knocked again and still nothing. "My Lord?" But there was still nothing. This time I knocked and opened the door slightly to look in. I didn't see him at all. I opened the door all the way and walked inside. I saw that he wasn't in his room and his sent was faded which meant that he hasn't been in there for a while. I use my demon speed to look everywhere in the manner where he would be. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I go outside to start a search for my young master but am quickly stopped when I smelled cake. Strawberry cake. Ciel is the only one in the manner who likes strawberry cake. I looked up to the private kitchen's window. Why would Ciel be in the private kitchen. Ciel. Anger filled me as I thought of Ciel being in the manner this whole time, wasting my time to look for him. I zoomed to the doorway of the kitchen and saw Ciel frosting a cake. I stood there angry but yet amazed. I had no clue he could cook and bake anything. I wanted to see what happened next so I stood there without him knowing. I hid in the shadows, quiet and observate.