A/a: Hello guys.. hehe... Please don't kill me for the long wait, dance and school has been taking up most of my time. Contrary to popular belief, no, I could never abandon this story. To those of you that haven't given up on me and my erratic writing habits, you have my thanks. To those of you that did and are just showing up, well, I'm still here. Hopefully you enjoy this one, just a little scene to tide you guys over until Sebastian meets the host club... whoops, spoiler alert... Anyways...

I do not own Ouran Host Club or Black Butler. Those of you reading understand why this makes me sad.

"Goodbye Lord Phantomhive. I trust you'll enjoy the journey home," Sebastian said nonchalantly, smiling politely while holding open the limousine sleek door.

Ciel felt himself slip into a whirlwind of disbelief as he searched his former butler's eyes, staring into their overpowering gleam, taking a step back once he saw the lack of recognition. "Sebastian, I command you to stop fooling around and get in the car," he said, struggling to hide the slight tremble in his voice. The Earl could feel pink creep into his cheeks as the man raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what on earth you're talking about, Lord Phantomhive, but perhaps you should have cut down on the number of drinks you had." The butler's smile seemed fake as he insistently motioned the child towards the open and waiting car. "My master wishes for you to leave, and I do my best to fulfill his wishes."

"I refuse to leave until you tell me what the hell is going on," the Earl said sharply, crossing his arms. "If this is someone's idea of a joke I do not appreciate it. Find them and kill them." He turned his gaze from the butler haughtily, staring at the small security camera mounted atop one of the gate's posts.

"I think not, my Lord," Sebastian said, all politeness leaving his voice. "My master warned me of this."

Ciel's eyes widened as a hand gripped the back of his jacket, thin yet strong fingers bunching the carefully pressed material, pushing him forcefully into the waiting car. "No, stop! Sebastian!" he shouted, digging his heels into the ground, gripping the sides of the doorway, anything to prevent him from getting inside. His fingers left indents in the metal, feet gouging small divers in the concrete drive. "How dare you treat me like this!? I command you to release me at once and take me to see this 'master' of yours!"

The hand suddenly relinquished its grip on him. "I believe I have already been over this with you, Lord Phantomhive." Sebastian's voice was low and threatening, making the Earl rethink his decision to turn around. He listened in shock to the butler's next words, breathing shallowly. A gloved finger mockingly stroked his cheek, chills running up his spine. "I do not know why you are under the belief that you can order me around, but you are completely and utterly mistaken. Kyoya Ootori is and always has been my master," Sebastian hissed, drawing a small cry from Ciel as he suddenly dug his nails into the Earl's pale cheek. "From what I can tell you are a useless, clingy, annoying little brat. Why would I want to even pretend to be your servant? I pity those that must deal with you every day. You're a worthless snob, and the next time I see you I will spare the rest of the world the torture and slit your throat for them. You have my word, Lord Phantomhive."

With those final words ringing in his head Ciel was shoved into the back of the limo, no longer wanting to fight as he landed roughly into his hands and knees. "Sebastian," he breathed, looking back just in time to see the look of disgust on the butler's face before the car door was slammed shut.

The limousine began moving, rolling smoothly out the gates as Ciel struggled to think. He slowly crawled into one of the seats, sighing as he sank into the cushion. "Sebastian," the Earl said softly, rubbing his temples. "You worthless butler. When I return home you had better be prepared to apologize." The scene reenacted itself inside his mind's eye over and over, the image of hatred on the demon's face burned into his retinas.

"Kyoya Ootori is and always has been my master." "You're a worthless snob." "Useless, clingy, annoying little brat." The butler's words echoed around inside Ciel's head, an angry and hurt pounding beginning behind his eyes. "I will spare the rest of the world the torture and slit your throat for them."

"Shut up," the Phantomhive groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He never got any peace and quiet, not even with Sebastian there. The acrid smell of smoke crept into his nose and throat as he took a deep, tired breath, coughing in surprise. A small crackling sound drew his attention, turning his annoyed gaze towards the front of the limousine.

Bright orange and yellow wisps of fire licked up the seats, sparks and embers creeping towards him across the carpet. The entire area for the chauffeur was engulfed in flames, the heat blasting against Ciel's face, a roar filling the suddenly tiny cab. His blue eyes widened, scrambling backwards as the area next to him slowly caught on fire. Ashes littered the area around him, the air thick with smoke, making the Earl choke, clenching his eyes shut as he pulled frantically on the door handle. "Help!" he screamed, slamming his hand against the window, cringing because it was red-hot.

When Ciel turned around again the fire was nipping at his heels, the brilliant blaze nearly in top of him. Sparks were showered onto his jacket, the sleeve catching fire as he continued pounding against the window. Black, choking smoke pooled in his lungs, crept into his eyes making them water and cloud his vision. It barely registered that he was on fire, focusing only on slamming his closed fist into the window, over and over, heart pounding wildly as a faint crack appeared. Burns covered his arms and hands, the heat against his back feeling as if he were being boiled alive.

After what seemed like hours he turned around, giving up on breaking through the molten glass. As he turned the area around him glowed blindingly, movements groggy due to the oxygen in the air eaten by the flames. The smoke stung his eyes and the heat dried them out, forcing him to keep them closed. "Mother," he murmured, the word sounding like a whisper against the roaring flames. "Father..." He would see them again, and then he could forget about Sebastian and Kyoya and every other menace in his life. Sighing and collapsing onto a warm seat he let the fire engulf him, welcoming the intense heat, the flames covering his body that looked as if it were sleeping...

Ciel's eyes flew open, coughing and gasping violently for air. The area around him was cool and the plain, empty room he was in was near silent. Adrenaline made his wild heartbeat pound in his ears as he looked around the room, tracing a small, long tube of clear liquid to his arm. A soft beeping noise caught his attention, turning to his right and seeing a heartbeat monitor. "A hospital?" the Earl asked the room in disbelief. "What am I doing here?" Anxiously he checked his hands and bare arms; no burns. Gauze was wrapped around one of his wrists, and suddenly memories of the ritual flowed back to him. "That was a dream," he quietly reassured himself, leaning slowly back onto the fluffy pillows. Still, it had unnerved him.

The fire had been scary in its own way, he would attest to that, but what had concerned him more was the way his butler had acted. 'Former butler', he silently corrected. "Sebastian wouldn't dare treat me like that," he told the IV drip. "I am an Earl; what is that Ootori?" With a sigh of desperation he buried his head in his hands, sitting up. Who was he kidding? Something had happened and Sebastian no longer wanted him; he had said it himself that night. Ciel made a decision right then and there that he would find the demon and ask, one last time, who he truly wanted. If he chose the Ootori then it would be time to employ a new demon, return to England and leave Sebastian once and for all.

Satisfied at his diplomatic course of action, he decided to go about dealing with the rest of the business he had in the country. "Hello?" he called out the doorway impatiently. "I would like my breakfast now. Tea, preferably Earl Grey, scones of some sort. And I will need someone to instruct me on how to unhook myself from this infernally annoying beeping machine..."