One day on a bright and sunny morning, a tall, handsome butler drew the curtains to his young master's bedroom. "Hn?" Murmured Ciel. "Good morning, young master." Ciel yawned, sat up and stretched his arms. "This morning we have Earl Grey tea with some mint scones. Followed by an early morning violin lesson with Mrs. Livesley, followed by dancing lessons with Ms. Williams."

While Ciel was trying to not step on his partners' feet, Sebastian prepared the young master's dinner. He quietly chopped, stirred and boiled the food, thinking how quiet these past few days have been. He smiled, remembering how long it had been since he had last seen Grell Sutcliff…. It had been ages ago and Sebastian was pleased that he hadn't had a recent encounter with the gender-confused idiot. What Sebastian didn't know, was that Grell was coming over for a visit, quite soon….

It was a warm, sunny day and the sun was streaming in through the windows, giving the room a cozy feeling. Grell Sutcliff was on his bed, lying around, absolutely bored. Will had given him the week off on account of all the trouble he had caused. His extremely long and beautiful red hair lay around him as he stared up at his ceiling, wondering what he could do. He absentmindedly looked to his side and saw one of his doll figurines dressed in red….dolls….he thought. Dolls. He remembered the night Ciel Phantomhive asked him for help, for protection against dolls…he also remembered a promise Ciel made that night in exchange for protection. Grell sat up and got excited at the thought of the un-fulfilled promise. He got up, made his way downstairs where he slung on his former partner's coat and went outside. Grell jumped up onto his roof and quietly jumps to others' rooftops on his way to the Phantomhive mansion.

Sebastian is in the midst of pouring Ciel his afternoon tea when he catches a glimpse of a red figure near the house. He turns to get a better view, and sees that nothing is there, he continues to pour the tea when he hears the familiar squeal of a red-headed freak."Sebaaas-chan!" Sebastian turns around in time to see Grell running towards him, arms spread out to hug him. Sebastian dodges him at the last second, letting Grell fall to the ground, face first. "Heeyy! Sebas-chan! That's not very nice, letting a lady fall; you know her most precious feature is her face!" Grell hmpf's and calmly sits down across from Ciel while Sebastian smiles. "And what exactly are you doing here, Grell?" Asks Ciel. "I'm here to remind you of your promise you made." "What promise?" "You know, the one where you promised me I would get to spend a day with my Bassy?" Grell trail's his hand across Sebastian's arm, to which the butler replies with a shove. Ciel's teacup froze mid-way as he suddenly remembered that night and the promise he had made. Sebastian smiles, thinking, "Where did this fool come up with this ridiculous idea that my master would promise such a thing…" Grell looked at Ciel expectantly. Once Sebastian realized that Ciel had indeed made such a promise, he said, "Young master, you couldn't have-" "I'm afraid so…" Sebastian glares at him and deeply wishes that the red-headed fool were dead. "Oh come on Sebas-chan, it won't be that bad, after all, you'll be with mee, your favorite Grim Reaper." Sebastian shoots him a look that could kill. Grell gulps and pours himself a cup of tea. Ciel sips his quietly and says "Seeing as this day has already started, and a Phantomhive always keeps his word, I'd like you to come back tomorrow morning and spend the day with Sebastian." Sebastian completely loathes his master. "Sebastian, you will prepare my breakfast per usual and then you will spend the day with Grell, you will do whatever he asks you to do." "But young master-" Sebastian made a last feeble attempt to disentangle himself from this predicament. "That's an order Sebastian!" "Yes, my lord." Sebastian knelt down onto one knee and placed his hand on his chest.

Sebastian is in complete disbelief that he has been forced to spend a day with that annoyingly flamboyant Grim Reaper, who would, no doubt, try to get close to him…ugh, Sebastian shuddered at the mere thought of it. As he put away the delicate tea set onto the tea trolley, Sebastian notices that Grell and Ciel have left. Grell's probably creating havoc or not doing his job as a Grim Reaper, and Master Ciel probably went to his study to work on the Funtom Corporation. Sebastian carried on with the days' chores.

(ciel's pov now) When Sebastian served my supper that night, I noticed that it was cold. How odd, I thought, Sebastian hasn't made a mistake in his cooking in the longest time. "Sebastian, are you sure you cookedmy supper alright?" "Why yes My Lord, I wouldn't serve you anything if it wasn't cooked properly." Sebastian smiled. Ciel had an uneasy feeling about that smile… Later on in the day, when Ciel was painting fruits in a bowl, he noticed that Sebastian hadn't decorated the house with the prettiest flowers. Instead, he had placed worn and tattered flowers in every vase in the house. "Sebastian?" "Yes, my lord?" "Why didn't you put the prettiest flowers in the vases today?" "I thought I did." "No, they're all brown." "Oh, are they? My deepest apologies, my lord. I hadn't noticed." He smiled yet again. Ciel felt uneasy, but dismissed the feeling. That night when I went to bed, I noticed that my sheets hadn't been warmed up. Usually at bedtime Sebastian spreads a bed warmer through my sheets so I don't freeze to death, but tonight, as I got in, I noticed that my sheets were ice cold. Maybe he forgot… I thought. No, Sebastian doesn't forget things… "Are you comfortable, young master?" "No. Sebastian, did you warm my sheets tonight?" Sebastian placed his index finger on his chin, pondering. "I'm afraid I didn't, my lord. I must've forgotten." He smiled again.

Ciel felt agitated. "Sebastian, this is most unlike you. First you serve me cold food, you don't decorate the house the way you usually do and now you forgot to warm my sheets." "I'm terribly sorry, young master, but I'm afraid I have other things on my mind." "Like what?" Sebastian doesn't usually let things take over his attention…except cats…but cats couldn't have been wandering in the kitchen or in the garden, or even in his bedroom, Ciel would've known. He was allergic to the foul beasts. "Well I'm afraid I'm not looking forward to tomorrow." Aah. Now it all made sense. Sebastian detested Ciel for making such a promise with Grell, and now he was trying to get back at him; by serving cold supper, picking the worst flowers to decorate the house and not letting him to sleep properly. Well, he was going to have to stop this childish nonsense. "Sebastian, I needed Grell's protection that night, without his help, I probably would've died and then you wouldn't have been able to eat my soul. So stop this nonsense, spending a day with him can't be all that bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that last comment. Clearly, he didn't know the Grim Reaper well enough. But, unfortunately, Sebastian did know him, he knew him a bit too well for his liking. After that, Ciel ordered Sebastian to warm his sheets, quickly. Sebastian did so, and put the young master to sleep.