*Disclaimer* I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters.

It all went wrong, Everything. Ciel was supposed to give up his soul to his demon, who would then devour him completely. The teen took this thought with open arms, waiting for the day to come.

That supposed to me tonight.

But Sebastian didn't take his soul. Oh no, because there was no longer one to take. For Ciel Phantomhive was transformed into a demon. He was just recently transformed; in fact it was only an hour ago when it all happened. In a dreadfully long battle-type competition between his butler and another demon, (Something that tired the young Earl to just think about) Ciel had been transformed into a demon. The young Phantomhive had simply thought that when he was thrown over the cliff into the water after being changed Sebastian would simply save him. But no, he did no such thing.

Sebastian had tried to kill him.

Trudging down a road that would eventually lead both the young master and his demon back to the manor, the young Earl barely listened as Sebastian was explaining the life of a demon to him. How thing's would change and such. He didn't really care, and so Ciel decided not to listen.

Looking up at the butler with a derisive look, Ciel scowls. He was furious with the older demon for what was attempted. The trust he had in Sebastian was now completely and utterly shattered. Ciel, falling behind the other, just silently halts to a stop.

Soon realizing his master was not beside him, Sebastian stops and turns to look at the young boy.

"My lord?" Ciel, who was now disdainfully glaring up at Sebastian, makes a noise of irritation.

"Tch…You are a real bastard." He growls. "You tried to kill me!" This would promptly be around the fourth time he had accused the demon of this tonight. But of course, said demon had denied it every time.

"My lord, I did no such thing." Replies the raven-haired demon that was trying his best not to look or sound irritated. "I was merely seeing if you really were turned into a demon like myself." Sebastian bows, placing a hand over where his heart would be if he were human. "Trust me, young master."

Ciel Scoffs, crossing his arms.

"Trust you? I trust you as far as I can throw you, you lying bastard." He spat angrily. "It's your fault this happened in the first place! None of this would have happened if you had stopped Claude from kidnapping me!"

"My deepest apologies, young master." The butler apologizes dryly. "I am truly repentant for my lacking actions when it regarded rescuing you. But my lord, my intention was not to harm you. You have my word."

"Humph." The young Earl begins to walk ahead, his mood remaining irritated. "Your words have no meaning to me anymore." He glares back at the demonic butler. "Now hurry up." Sebastian gives a quick bow.

"Yes, my lord." To an untrained eye, Sebastian would seem calm, polite. But to someone as Ciel, who had lived with this hellish creature for years now, knew that Sebastian was as irritated as he was. Not that the little Phantomhive cared, for it was that hellish creature's fault. For what the butler had done, punishment must be given out.

"Sebastian." Said demon looks at his master, his footsteps a few behind the boy's own.

"Yes, young master?" He inquires. Sebastian knew Ciel wanted to punish him, and he in fact expected the teen to order him out of the manor for a day. Sebastian would be more than happy to oblige, for he was famished. It had been a very long time since he had devoured a soul. He had craved the Phantomhive's soul, but since the boy no longer had one for the demon to ravish, Sebastian decided that when ordered out, he would find meager souls to claim. A day away from the moody Earl would be enough to satisfy his hunger.

"I order you to do all of the other servant's chores when we arrive home. I will give those three paid time off for a week." The little teen smirks. "You will complete your chores and theirs."

Little brat…

Sebastian felt his hand glow as he bowed slightly. His goal of filling his stomach swept out the door.

"Yes… My lord."

"Welcome home young master!"

"Hn."

To Ciel, arriving home seemed more tiring than the walk had been. The three servants Sebastian had hired a few years ago had a knack for wrecking things. Though they always tried to remain cheerful around the young Phantomhive, it got a bit irritating. Not even ten feet into the manor yet, and Ciel felt a headache coming on. He felt tired, but stood tall, managing to keep up his adult façade.

"Listen up you three. You will be receiving a week off. Spend it how you would like-but you cannot stay here." He added quickly.

"Whaaaaat?"

"But what about our chores, master?" Finny pipes up. Said master gives a smirk.

"Sebastian shall take care of everything by himself. You'll be paid for your week off. See it as a paid vacation." Ciel says smoothly. "Now go."

Without another questioning word, the three servants let out a cheer, quickly rushing off to their rooms to pack for their unexpected week off.

"Fools." The young Earl begins up the stairs. "I will be retiring early Sebastian. Ready me for bed, then get out of my sight and start on all of the chores."

Sebastian Promptly bows, and then says the three words he must say at least twenty times a day.

" Yes, my lord."

As soon as the boy was no longer in sight, the demon stands up straight, glaring up the stairs.

Petty brat…It's bad enough I'm stuck with him until Hell freezes over…

The human saying caused him to smirk for a moment, but he then quickly becomes serious again. There was much to be done; he had no time to chuckle over the irony of his thoughts.

The butler then promptly walks towards the boy's room, his steps echoing in the empty hall. Walking up to the Earl's bedroom door, he gives a single sharp knock, and then simply walks in.

"Young master, I've come to ready you for bed."

A soft response came from the corner of the room and Sebastian looks over to find Ceil already (properly, he might add, for once.) dressed for bed.

"Ah, you dressed yourself I see." The butler muses. "How unbefitting of a noble."

"Shut up." Ciel snapped, annoyed. "I just didn't want you touching me." He crosses his arms, sulking, making his way over to his awaiting bed. He lies down as Sebastian holds the sheets up for him.

"Now my lord, I cannot tuck you in, for you do not want me touching you. Perhaps you should rephrase your words more carefully, master."

In response, the Earl rolls over onto his side, facing away from the now smirking demon.

Ah... I believe I'm right, aren't I boy? Perhaps you should try thinking before you speak, hmmm?

"Just...Tuck me in, and get out." The boy growls. With a soft chuckle, Sebastian does just that, properly tucking him in. He then bowed, heading out the door.

"Good night, my young master."

Shutting the door behind him, Sebastian headed down the hall to start on all the chores the young boy ordered him to complete. To the butler, this was just one day down, the rest of eternity to go. Tomorrow would just be the beginning of their living Hell.

Oh human phrases... How you amuse me...