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His Butler, Salty or Sweet?	By : speedofsound Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 8433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, or any of its characters. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this story for I would have much better things to do. So I own nothing, and I am not making any money from these writings.

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Chapter 3: His Butler, Isolation
Having Sebastian hovering around during breakfast only further aggravated the young Phantomhive Earl. The boy avoided eye contact with Sebastian at all cost, for fear that one look into his soul would expose the unclean thoughts that had taken root there. The demon’s presence was a continual reminder of this growing perversion, and as such, the boy sought out every opportunity to punish the demon with inconveniences. First, his tea was not quite hot enough. Then, the pastry cream was not quite chilled. And so went the rest of the meal, with the boy spouting one complaint after another, usually resulting in the demon scurrying off in a futile attempt to please his master. Ciel was the first to admit that his mood was quite cross, even for him. But it was a small satisfaction taken in return for a mind fraught with perils beyond number.
With each passing moment, the boy’s frustration churned like poison within him. His mind sought out ways to eradicate the tormenting images of Sebastian, but they simply refused to be erased. There was one thing the young Earl loathed more than anything else in this world, and that was not being in control. He wondered if he could just command Sebastian to kill him now, and put him out of his misery…
Upon finishing the meal, Ciel retreated within the bowels of the mansion and locked himself inside the tiny chamber that held all the details of the Phantomhive overseas businesses. It was a place where, under the guise of work, he could finally be alone. He longed for solitude such that no one would see the fabric of his fiction as it began to unravel.
“Curse you Sebastian,” the boy muttered to himself as he pulled an enormous book from the shelves and laid it on the table at the center of the room. “Surely if I make it through this day without losing my mind, it will be a miracle,” he added. Ciel wondered if there was some sort of medicine he could take to ensure tonight’s sleep would be dreamless. Maybe he would request some German chamomile honey tea, or for that matter, some sherry. Yes indeed, perhaps sherry would be a wise choice.
“I must make some progress on these accounting ledgers,” he said as he pulled a chair up to the small table. The young entrepreneur needed to focus on the overseas accounts, which were to be rectified against transaction receipts and distributor’s manifests. This task, although cumbersome, was a necessary evil that had to be done sooner or later, and the boy decided that there was no time like the present. He welcomed distraction, any task no matter how tedious, as long as it erased the demon from his thoughts. He figured that spending one of the last fine days of autumn cooped up in a stuffy, window-less room doing paperwork was no more than he deserved.
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Over dinner, the two exchanged brief conversation, but for the most part sat silently, consuming their food. Sebastian had gone all out with the preparation of two beautifully cooked Cornish hens with stuffing and pickled beets. Pickled beets were among the boy’s favorite dishes. The tart yet bittersweet taste was something one could not find easily anywhere else. Yet despite the delicious aroma of the extravagant meal, Ciel found that he was not hungry. He stared down at the plate, and focused on rearranging the food back and forth into different piles.
“Is everything to your liking, young master?” Sebastian inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Things couldn’t have been further from his liking, and the young Earl couldn’t have felt more out of place in his own skin. If he could put a thousand miles between himself and the demon right now, it wouldn’t be far enough. Every encounter with Sebastian was becoming more and more dangerous. The slightest glance across the dining table resurfaced images of Sebastian in a most unfit circumstance. Despite how he tried to bury the thoughts, every passing moment found the boy’s trousers growing more and more uncomfortable.
‘Good lord, not now…’ Ciel silently fumed as he squeezed his chair-bottom with both hands in a struggle to gain control over his adolescent body. If he could slap himself, he would. ‘This is utterly ridiculous, you are driving yourself mad.’
‘Surely, what is happening here must be an artifact of being cooped up for far too long with Sebastian in this bloody mansion. I must spend some more time with Lady Elizabeth,’ the boy concluded. ‘I shall arrange a dinner meeting with her at once,’ he thought. Elizabeth would no doubt be delighted by such a request, although the idea was instinctually unappealing to Ciel, as he could only tolerate the girl in small doses. He found her shrill voice and nonchalant behaviour to be on the borderline of obnoxious most of the time. But maybe she was just what he needed.
Ciel threw down his napkin and pushed back his chair. “Everything is fine, thank you Sebastian. I’ve had enough and shall excuse myself henceforth,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“But master, you’ve barely finished half of your plate.”
“Sebastian, do not lecture me on this matter!” Ciel snapped back in annoyance that resonated awkwardly in the large dining room. He spun around and stomped toward the hallway.
“Oh, one more thing,” the boy paused in the doorway without turning back. “Please arrange for a dinner with Lady Elizabeth this coming week. I would very much like to see her… as soon as possible,” he added, although the words like lies tasted bitter on his tongue.
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