When I wrote this a couple weeks ago, my head was still affected by some nitrous oxide I had been given to have a dental procedure done. Therefore, this is complete and utter crack. NOW HAS AN ILLUSTRATION! you can see it here: mudafish(dot)deviantart(dot)com/art/Kuroshitsuji-Reeces-Pieces-172483779

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"SEBASTIANSEBASTIAN Something has happened to my eye!" Ciel yelled, clawing at the door to Sebastian's room.

"Ah, what is it Young Master?" Sebastian responded, opening the door and staring down at Ciel.

"The contract mark in my eye has faded!" Ciel grabbed his butler by the collar and violently shook him back and forth in order to express his distress.

'What unbecoming behavior for the head of an established household such as the Phantomhive Mansion...' Sebastian thought to himself, letting his master take out his frustrations on him like some kind of squeezable stress toy. He pushed his master's hair out of his eye that the contract marking was on.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Sebastian exclaimed as he saw only sheer tracings of the design left on Ciel's eye, it had almost completely returned to normal. 'Wait, I'm a demon. I should know everything about hell,' He thought as he realized what he had said. He momentarily stroked his invisible beard.

"I KNOW!" Ciel yelled. "What are we going to do? I should be dead right now if the contract is gone. Yet I'm alive. Wait... I'm alive, right?"

"You are here in flesh and blood, so I believe so. Furthermore, I can't think of any reason the mark would have faded. Perhaps our bond as master and servant is so strong it has overcome the contract."

"Oh you're funny," Ciel replied sarcastically.

"I guess we will have to remark it then."

"How do we do that?"

"I have no idea."

"But you're a demon. Shouldn't you know about these things?" Ciel punctuated his sentence by pointing his finger at Sebastian.

"Hold on let me check the demon handbook." Sebastian proceeded to pull a tiny pink book out of his pocket. He snapped his finger in a flamboyant way and in an explosion of flowers, sparkles, magic, and pink glitter the book became larger with a more intricate cover design.

Ciel chose not question the very gay moment that had just occurred before him.

"Let's see... contract conditions, terms of agreement, rules not to be broken, nail polish, omlettes..." He mumbled as he thumbed through the book wearing a pair of glasses that appeared out of nowhere. "Hmm, there's nothing in here about a fading contract mark. The only way to fix this I can think of would be to call off the contract and create a new one, making a new mark."

"Well fine. But make it quick because I have... things to do... I think."

"Okay. Well then, boxchan OOPS I MEAN BOCCHAN. I hereby call off the contract!" They were suddenly surrounded by lots of black feathers and some bizarre creepy music started playing the background. Sebastian's eyes were blazing red and then Ciel felt like a hundred pounds had been lifted of his shoulder as the contract dissapated into the air.

"Damn how many pages was that thing," Ciel commented as he now felt light as a feather.

Everything returned to normal and before Sebastian had a chance to create a new contract, Ciel pried open a window a gave a loud war cry before jumping out and screaming "IM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

He then proceeded to run of into the distance before he broke down in an asthma attack.

"I shouldn't have given him those Reese's Pieces for breakfast..."

THE END