Sebastian strode into the quiet room; the spiked heals of his boots echoing loud against the marble floor.
"Bocchan," his voice seductive and velvety whispering into his master's ear. The boy fidgeted for a bit before his eyes fluttered open, "mnnn, what? This better be important Sebastian." The boys face flushed noticing how close his butler was. Smiling, the butler continued, "Your tutor Miss Margret, has given her resignation, she has become engaged to an English nobleman and is moving to France with him."
Ciel sighed, "So? I don't really need tutoring anyway."
"Yes my lord, you do, the earl of Phantomhive should be intelligent and ski
Sebastian was in the kitchen, kneading dough for Ciel's breakfast. He glanced back at the stairs, longing to go up and see his Bocchan. But every servant he sent up there had received a weak, "Leave me be," from Ciel. Would the Young Master even come down for breakfast?
"Aw, the poor young master may be sick, Sebastian." finny said, trying to be of use. "Maybe you should go up and make sure he is okay?"
"I am afraid I will acquire the same fate as you," Sebastian sighed, feeling hopeless. He was ordered to leave, and would not be able to see to the Young Master until requested. He eyes flickered to Merin, who quickly peeked in, looked at S