Hello again! Yet another story for my sleep-related stories! Ciel wakes up one morning to find that Sebastian has slept in! What will he do? Warning: Ciel may or may not be out of character. It will probably be short, but I'll be thinking as I write, so who knows? I'll make this one in Ciel's POV, just to see what happens, but I'm starting to think I'm more of a 3rd person omnipotent kind of writer. By the way, this is the last chapter! Anyway, enjoy!

I woke up earlier than I normally did this morning, which was odd, because I don't normally wake up before Sebastian forces me to. Even though I act like an adult, that doesn't mean I don't value my sleep. Well, either way, Sebastian would come to wake me within five minutes so I laid myself back down on my bed and resolved myself to sleep for whatever time I had left. That was when my stomach growled. I was hungry. But Sebastian normally brought my breakfast in before I got this hungry...maybe I was sick or something. Whatever. It didn't matter what time it was, I was hungry, and I wanted food now.

"Sebastian", I called, and waited. Another minute went by, and my stomach growled again. Where on earth was Sebastian? We had a contract, and as such, he was always there within seconds of my calling for him. Where was he? "Sebastian", I called again, louder. Still nothing. Where on earth was that bastard? I was hungry, dammit! Now hungrier than ever, I got up off my bed and left my room to go downstairs and find myself some food, then find that useless butler of mine and ask him what was so important that he simply couldn't come when I had called. Whatever the reason was, it had better be good.

I stomped down the hallway, and as I did, I passed by a clock and happened to glance at the time. My eyes widened. Was it really that late? Why the hell hadn't Sebastian woken me up? No wonder I was hungry, it was lunchtime! I changed my mind. I would find Sebastian first, then yell at him for not making my breakfast. Or my midmorning snack. Or my lunch. I went down to the kitchen, and found it burned to ashes. Bard stepped out.

"Whoops." He said, "Maybe I shouldn'ta used me flamethrower. Oh, Young Master, what are you doing here?" There went any thoughts of breakfast. Now officially in a foul mood, I marched up to him.

"Have you seen Sebastian?" I demanded.

"Sebastian?" He said. "Hmm...now that you mention it, I haven't seen him today. Where could he have gone?" That was what I wanted to know! At that point, I heard an ear-piercing wail and turned around.

"Young Master, look out~!" A moment later, a large stack of dishes crashed to the floor around me as May-Rin ran into me after tripping over her bootlace. She got off of me instantly and, instead of at least helping me up like a normal person, began to fluster about uselessly.

"Young Master! Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I couldn't see and I tripped over my bootlaces! I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Young Master, your hand!"

"Whatever." I said irritably. Sebastian should have heard that from at least a mile away and come to save me. As it was, I'd cut my hand on a loose shard of glass. After May-Rin had clumsily bandaged it, screaming her apologies for the world to hear, I resumed my search for my butler who at this point would have been fired were I not still contracted to him. I went to the garden. Maybe, just maybe, he was doing something somewhat useful, like tending to my favorite white roses-

"Oh, nooooo! What am I going to do? Oh, Sebastian's going to kill me! I know he told me not to touch them, but they were so pretty and I just wanted to feel the petals, and now-!" I stood there, staring in horror. My roses. My favorite white roses. My pristine, perfect, exquisite white roses.

Gone. Crushed. Dead.

I turned and stormed back into the house, too furious for words. If I ever managed to find Sebastian, he was dead.

With no other ideas as to where he might be, and too hungry and irritated to wander the whole house looking for him, I went to his room. I put my hand on the doorknob and wrenched the door open, then stopped at the entrance of his room.

He was asleep. My butler, who should have been doing his job,was lying on his back, looking like the personification of peace and restfulness.

What on-? How on earth could he-? Why was he-? And my hand- And I had called for him! Shouldn't that have-?

...WHAT? Are you kidding me? Sebastian isn't there to wake me up, doesn't dress me, doesn't make me food, and wasn't even there to save me when I was injured, and you're telling me it's all because he slept in? I was going to-

...I was going to have a little fun.

I crawled onto his bed, and perched myself on top of him, bending over his chest. (He was still perfectly dressed in his butler uniform. Go figure.)

"Sebastian..." I whispered in his ear. "Sebastian, wake up."

I watched with extreme satisfaction as he blinked several times, trying to figure out why he was awake, until his eyes finally focused on me, sitting on top of him. His eyes widened in confusion.

"Young Master...?" He smirked. "You're up early, Young Master. What could you need from me so early in the morning? And, if I may, why is it necessary for you to make your request in such a...suggestive position?"

I hadn't thought about that. I was in a suggestive position, wasn't I? Sitting on my butler's lap, in my nightshirt...Well, I wasn't going to let that deter me. I frowned, making my displeasure known.

"My breakfast isn't ready, Sebastian."

"Of course, Master, I will prepare it immediately. But, it I may, Young Master, what makes you desire your breakfast so early? It's only..." He pulled out his pocket watch, and then his eyes widened in horror.

Bingo.

"...12:33pm..." He sat bolt upright, putting an arm around me to keep me from flying backwards. He stared at me for a moment, taking in my frown, before bowing as best he could in his current position.

"I sincerely apologize, Young Master. My incompetence has left you completely unattended. It is unforgivable." Unforgivable was right, and I wasn't in a forgiving mood.

"You apologize? That's the best you've got?" Sebastian kept his eyes downwards and his head bowed, choosing (quite correctly) to remain silent. I continued on, unrelenting.

"Do you have any idea what kind of day I've had? I have been starving all morning, without any way to make myself breakfast, not to mention the fact that there isn't even a kitchen to make it in anymore. I had to wander around the house looking for you, the servants saw me like this, not a fitting state for anyone to see me in, let alone the servants, and then-"

I fell silent as Sebastian suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand, forcing a pained gasp through my teeth. Sebastian examined my hand for a moment before turning to look up at me with soft (guilt-ridden) eyes. "...Young Master. What happened?" I sighed, my anger suddenly evaporating as Sebastian took in my injury, suddenly realizing the full extent of his error.

"...I was getting to that part. May-Rin tripped and crashed into me with her arms full of plates." Sebastian's eyes widened again as he gasped. "...Do you mind if I examine your hand, Young Master?" He asked. I shook my head.

Sebastian carefully removed the hastily wrapped bandage and gasped as he took in the nasty cut running along the inside of my palm. He led me to the bathroom and gently rinsed my hand with water before applying a fresh bandage. Once back in his bedroom, he sat me down on the edge of his bed.

"Are you injured anywhere else?" He asked. "I don't think so..." Sebastian frowned, clearly not accepting my hesitant answer, and began inspecting every inch of my skin, sliding off my nightshirt and probing along my arms and legs. It turns out Sebastian's careful inspection found a tender spot on my back. Sebastian sighed. "You will most likely have a bruise tomorrow" He said. Then he turned to me. "Shall we get you dressed now, my Lord? I nodded and we returned to my room.

"So, my Lord," Sebastian said as he finished dressing me, "Was there anything else I missed while I was...indisposed?" Indisposed. Well, that was one way of putting it. I frowned, trying to think of anything else I had missed. When I couldn't think of anything, I began to shake my head, only to stop as I remembered the one event that I should never have forgotten. I sighed inwardly. They say time heals all wounds, but...Sebastian noticed the sudden sadness in my eyes.

"What is it, Young Master?" He asked.

"My...my roses..." My shoulders slumped as I remembered the crushed remains of my precious roses. And I had loved them so much...they had been so beautiful...The one thing in my life that remained pure, no matter what happened. Sebastian's eyes widened, and I could almost hear the thought running through his mind: Oh, please, please no. I stood up solemnly and led him into the garden.

When I got there, my mind went numb with shock. Before the roses had been crushed. Some of them might have been salvageable. Finny must have tried to use some sort of fertilizer to salvage the roses, but...Now they were black. Wilted. Gone. Never to be replaced. Couldn't I have one aspect of my life to myself? Did everything that was even remotely related to me have to die? I had had enough. I sank to my knees, and cried. Not even the roses had survived. Sebastian knelt down next to me.

"Master." Was all he said. I looked up through my tears, and gasped. The roses were back, in all their pristine glory, as though nothing had ever happened to them in the first place. Unable to speak, I threw my arms around Sebastian and hugged him as tightly as I could. "Thank you" I whispered in his ear. Thank you hardly even scratched the surface. Sebastian wrapped his arms around me as he spoke.

"As a Phantomhive butler, it is my duty to do whatever is necessary to ensure my Master's continued happiness. If I couldn't do at least this much to ensure my Master's continued happiness, well, then, what kind of butler would I be?" For the first time that morning, I smiled. Then I remembered something.

"Sebastian?"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"...Can I have my breakfast now?"

Okay, so Ciel got majorly out of character at then end. Maybe he really cares about his roses? Besides, he'd had a crappy day, he should be allowed some emotional leeway. So, what did you think? Reviews are nice, as always ^_^