a/n: Hello! This is the first drabble I've put on this site. I found it in an old notebook, and decided to type it up. I'm aware that it doesn't make much sense. OTL Enjoy! :D

It was cheerful, sunny day in the Phantomhive Manor, and all was well. Young Ciel was taking his daily bath, accompanied by Sebastian as he often was.

"Bocchan, please turn," Sebastian asked politely, brandishing his soapy washcloth. "I need to wash your front."

Silently, Ciel turned towards his butler, a bored expression worn upon his face. Sighing, Sebastian pressed his wet towel to his master's chest and began washing him, until he noticed…

"Young master? Is that…a pubic hair?"

Ciel's apathetic look was no more as his face instantly burned bright red at this statement. Quickly, the blue-haired boy turned away from the man, covering himself up.

Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "Don't be embarrassed, Young Master. Let me see."

"No! It was a just a thread!" was the crushed reply, but at this point, the demon siezed Ciel by the waist and flipped him around, getting an eyeful of exactly what he thought it was.

A small blue spangle of hair grew now where there once was nothing but smooth, ivory skin. Ciel's dual-colored eyes widened as realization dawned upon him.

"It is, isn't it?" he breathed forlornly, the color returning to his cheeks at full flush.

"This is nothing to brood over," Sebastian began, somewhat confused by his master's woeful manner. "You are starting to see the first signs of puberty, the passage into manhood that everybody goes through-"

"Out! Get out! And don't come back in!" Ciel then screamed, pointing madly at the door.

Wordlessly, Sebastian slinked out of the bathroom, trying to figure out just what was going on in that boy's head.

After about four hours, Ciel emerged from his room, still soaking wet.

The next week, this cycle continued until, eventually, Ciel wouldn't even allow Sebastian to see him in the nude.

"Young Master, you've been in the bath for hours," the butler called one evening, knocking loudly on the bathroom door. "You'll shrivel up."

No reply. He must have fallen asleep. Frowning, Sebastian realized that he needed to stop this, now. And he now how.

When Ciel awoke, the water in his bath was cold, yet draining. Drowsily, he waded over to where his pocket watch lay; what he saw nearly made him slip and fall.

Sitting on a stool and watching him much too closely was Sebastian, naked as the day he was born.

"S-S-Sebastian! Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" the Phantomhive boy yelled angrily, hastily covering himself up with his pruned hands.

"I'm enjoying the breeze, Young Master," was the simple reply. Ciel thought he was going to be sick.

"You, uh, you're…," he began, his words trailing off as his eyes scanned the servant's body, which was so much mature than his own, not to mention well built.

Gulping, Ciel found the words. "Go put some clothes on. Now."

"I will, my Lord," the raven began, standing up. "But I must properly wash you first."

"I've been washing myself!"

"Yes, I've noticed. That's why you stink."

At a loss for words once more, Ciel was pressed against the tub as Sebastian entered the tub, refilling the basin.

"Leave, Sebastian! This is an order!" the petite boy demanded, stamping his foot impatiently.

"You also ordered me to take care of you," the demon answered cleverly, wrenching Ciel's hands from his groin and grabbing the soap. "So please get over what you might find unsightly about your body. As you can see, I have my flaws as well."

Ciel froze and looked the butler up and down once again, confused; what flaws?

Regardless of the little truth in Sebastian's words, Ciel allowed his trust to be fully seated in the dark-haired man once again…but only because Sebastian proceeded to go about his daily chores in the nude all that day, somehow managing to do it while staying in Ciel's room.