Chapter 1: In which there is Catnip Tequila

AN: Teehee... I'm so evil...

Ciel softly padded down the hallway, not wishing to wake Sebastian. The young boy was having a rare moment of charity, and so decided to get a drink by himself.

Come to think of it, do demons sleep? Ciel thought to himself, tiptoeing to the cupboard which he knew held the cups.

He picked a bottle from a cabinet at random and read the label. Catnip tequila?

The boy shrugged and poured himself a cup.

Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a loud crash! from downstairs.

"Bocchan!"

He dashed downstairs, assuming the worst—kidnapping, assassination, every single horrible thing he could think of. After all, it was nearly one AM, why else would his young master be up?

What actually awaited him was far worse.

"S-Sebastian…"

The blue-haired boy was giggling, half-buried under a pile of fallen books.

He was also naked.

"Sebastian!"

The butler stood to attention promptly. "Yes, bocchan?"

Ciel giggled again. "I'm a banana!"

Sebastian blinked. "What was that, bocchan?"

"I'm a banana!"

"What happened to your cloth-"

"I'm a banana!"

The butler bent down and detected the obvious scent of alcohol on his young master's breath. The boy's speech was also slurring, and Sebastian saw that he was more uncoordinated than normal.

While Sebastian was making these assessments, Ciel had managed to crawl out of the pile of books. He was at that moment giggling and flexing his fingers back and forth, his face twisted into an expression of utmost fascination.

"It is time to go back to bed, bocchan."

"Okay, Sebby-chan!" Ciel giggled and began dancing down the hall towards his room, still naked. "I'm a banana! I'm a banana! I'm a banana! Lookit me move!"

As Sebastian started down the hall, he noticed the servants peeking out from around the corner; Mey-Rin already half-dead from loss of blood through the nose.

"I would appreciate it if this was never to be spoken of again," the head butler told them, eyes flashing dangerously.

AN: I forget who the DeviantArtist who made catnip tequila up is, but thank you, whoever you are!

Reviews are my food. You shall get no delicious crack if I starve. What would the logical thing to do be?

Next Chapter: "Are those lady's underpants, Bocchan?" "S-Sebastian!" "Ooh..."