Being Ciel Phantomhive’s younger sibling, it was no surprise Sebastian had made a pact with you as well. The contract mark was placed the exact same spot Ciel’s was placed; on your eye. Unlike Ciel however, you weren’t as cold and quiet—instead, you were quite troublesome and playful as you tended to always stir up trouble and make snide remarks to either Ciel or Sebastian who both seemed used to it.

But at times, Sebastian truly felt like a mother scolding their child when you’d cause other sorts of trouble in the manor like pretending to help Bardroy in cooking, just to get him to blow up apart of the kitchen with you for giggles while Bardroy’s simply panicking. Sebastian watched you like a hawk practically—Ciel barely apart of his concern anymore when it came to you—much to your annoyance.

Today was no different. You had snuck out of your chambers to stir up some trouble once more after lying straight to both your brother and Sebastian’s faces that you were going to retire for the night; you had only said that to get them off your back for awhile. Clearly however, you seemed to have forgotten what kind of butler Sebastian is…

You let out a yelp when you suddenly felt a gloved hand grab you by the back of your blouse, lifting you in the air like a mother cat to their misbehaving kitten, “Now, just what are you doing out of bed so late, Master? Didn’t you say you were going to retire for the night? Such a lying child you are…The Young Master surely wouldn’t be happy to hear that his own sibling lied to his face, now would he?” Sebastian tuts, his tone sounding oddly condescending as you sent him a childish glare.

You can never have fun with him around, can you…?