I wasn't really sure if I would post another chapter, but I decided in the end it would be too much fun writing their reactions to pass up, so here you go. A third chapter. I don't think I'll be adding any more, but if one is requested I may consider it. Thank you all for the kind reviews so far, and, of course, for reading.

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The Letter: Chapter Three

Ciel blinked.

So it was the maid who caused all the trouble. Well, trouble wasn't exactly what the young earl would call it, but... A small blush crept up on Ciel's face as he flashed back to the events that had transpired the night before between himself and his butler. Shaking his head as if to clear the thoughts, he decided it would be best if he played dumb for the time being. Perhaps he'd play with the maid a little...

"I'm sure I have no clue as to which letter you are referring. As you can see," he made a grand gesture with his arm towards his desk, "there are many letters here. Could you be a bit more specific?"

"Oh, um, right, sir. I'm-I'm so sorry, I-I should have specified, young master." She was blushing deeply now, twiddling her thumbs, "It- the letter, I mean, sir, of course- I wrote it."

"And why, then, would it be here?" he raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. Sebastian had never told him where he found the letter.

"Well, you see, sir, I was cleaning the bookshelves yesterday, I was, and though I usually don't enter the young master's study, I was told by M-Mr. Sebastian to clean every bookshelf in the house, so..." she rambled, somewhat embarrassed, "I must have dropped it somewhere, and I've already looked everywhere else, sir."

"But why was the letter on your person and not in your chambers? Were you planning to send it?" he asked, trying to suppress a smirk.

The maid blushed even more as she looked down at her feet, kicking one slightly as if she was a child caught directly disobeying a parent. "I wasn't...I mean, I wasn't sure..." Sighing heavily, she looked up at her young master and quickly finished her sentence, "I wasn't sure if I was going to send it or not, young master."

"I see." The boy leaned back in his chair and mused, "Might I ask who you were sending it to? It might have gotten mixed into the outgoing mail yesterday if it was in this room."

"I-I-I umm..." the ditzy maid stuttered, unable to form coherent words as she was more embarrassed than she could stand.

"Never mind who the letter was for. It was obviously much too personal a letter for me to intrude upon. Forgive me. You are a lady, still, after all." he smiled widely, cocking his head to the side. At the moment he was glad for all the smiling practice from the circus.

Maylene thought she was going to faint. "WAH! N-n-n-no, young master! Please, to show such respect to such a lowly servant! I-I am not worthy of such kind words, I'm not!" She fumbled over herself, not knowing how to respond to such unusually kind words from her master.

Smile never leaving his face, his eyes narrowed a bit and he, in Maylene's opinion, made up for the kindness by doing an unspeakable evil. "Sebastian, come in here for a moment."

The poor maid stilled on her fumbling only to stand rigid like a fool as the head butler stepped into the room almost immediately after being called.

"Yes, my lord?" he asked, ever faithfully, as he smiled. The smile was soon gone from his face as he took in the scene in front of him. His young master was uncharacteristically smiling, and the expression on his face because of that smile might have been happy if not for the cruel look in his eyes as he stared at Maylene. Said maid was rigid all over, as if her worst fears had come to life. The poor human looked as if she might pass out or cry. Just what had the boy done to her?

Ciel's attention shifted to the butler, smile still plastered to his face. But for some reason, his eyes seemed to hold a bit of what seemed to be amusement for reasons the demon was uncertain. "Didn't you find a letter yesterday? It seems Maylene lost a very important one. A very personal one." The words were sweet, almost innocent, but full of venom only the butler could detect.

To say he was shocked would have been an understatement. His eyes widened and he stared at the earl for a full minute before finally regaining his composure and clearing his throat. "I believe so, young master, but it is hard to recall something as trivial as a letter, as there are so many letters to deal with every day. Wouldn't you agree?"

At this, Maylene seemed to relax a bit. Surely, from his lacking memory, he hadn't read it. One would remember something as important as she wrote, right?

"But there was one in particular that was addressed to you, was it not?" Ciel pushed, determined to see his butler as uncomfortable as possible.

Sebastian sighed, glancing at Maylene, who was, once again, rigid. "Yes, my lord, there was one." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope reading 'S.M.' But then he smiled and said, "But unfortunately, the letter was dirtied last night before I was able to properly read it in the daylight."

Ciel jerked back in his chair, shocked. "What do you mean dirtied?" he snapped, agitated that his attempt to embarrass the butler had been foiled.

Sebastian grinned evilly at his master as he replied, "Why, don't you remember, young master? While I was in your chambers last night I handed you the letter and you dropped it onto your bed." His smirk grew wider as the child blushed furiously at the reminder. "But, unfortunately, young master, that was also when you spilled your...juice onto the bed."

Utterly mortified, the young earl sputtered about for a moment trying to respond before finally spinning his chair around away from the two servants.

Maylene was not paying attention any longer as she was elated Sebastian had not read her letter. "Well, if it's ruined, I suppose that's alright. Thank you, young master, for your help. I should do some laundry before the sun sets, I should. Good day, young master," she bowed before turning on her heel and dashing from the room.

There was a long silence. After a few minutes the child slowly turned around, blush still on his face. "Hmph," he mumbled, "I told you I didn't have anything to do with that letter. Conceded bastard."

At this, the butler let out a small chuckle that quickly turned into a full out laugh. Once he finally quieted down, he walked over to the young earl and leaned down to where his mouth was level to his ear. "But you still liked it," he whispered, sending chills down the boy's spine. "Didn't you, young master?"

"Tch," he mumbled as the demon leaned down once more to press his lips to his prey's, "sick bastard."