"Young Master?" Sebastian inquired as he came into the room to bring said boy his afternoon tea and cake. The child demanded tea and sweets at a certain time every day (oddly enough, it was not when anyone else would have tea) so it had become a habit for Sebastian to bring him said things every day without the young Phantomhive needing to ask. The demon had only been serving his master for a few months, but there was already a bond growing between them. It wasn't a romantic or friendly bond, not even a parental one. It was more like mutual respect and understanding, but that suited the two of them quite nicely.
Sebastian looked around the room, but there was no small, eyepatched boy anywhere in sight. He sighed. "Oh no, I hope you haven't gone and gotten yourself kidnapped again. That would be the third time this month!" The butler opened the door to the office a little wider so he could see inside better. The room appeared to be like that of the office of a grown businessman, not a ten year old. The office was kept very professional looking, with no childish things on the walls or toys on the floor. In fact, Sebastian wasn't even sure his master owned any toys, even at his tender age. There wasn't even a single picture of the boy's deceased parents anywhere in the room. 'Come to think of it,' Sebastian remarked in his mind. 'He never has mentioned his parents at all since we've known each other. He doesn't even show any signs that he's grieving, besides the fact that he never smiles.'
A quiet tune suddenly came out of nowhere, pulling the servant out of his thoughts. He looked around, searching for the source of the music. There, on the office floor, was little ten year old Earl Ciel Phantomhive. Ciel was lying on his back, staring up at a framed picture of his parents he held in his small hands. He did not notice Sebastian at all, as he was completely lost in himself. Listening closer, Sebastian managed to decipher the words of the song.
"Maybe far away, Bet you they're young. So... maybe now it's time So... maybe now this prayer's, Maybe..."
Or maybe real near by.
He may be pouring her coffee.
She may be straightening his tie.
Maybe in a house,
All hidden by a hill.
She's sitting playing piano.
He's sitting playing a bill.
Bet you they're smart.
Bet they collect things like ash trays and art.
Bet you they're good.
Why shouldn't they be?
Their one mistake was giving up me...
And maybe it's when I wake
They'll be there calling me baby
Bet you he reads.
Bet you she sews.
Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes.
Maybe they're strict,
As straight as a line.
Don't really care as long as they're mine...
The last one of it's kind
Won't you please, come get your baby?
Bet you they're young.
So... maybe now it's time
So... maybe now this prayer's,
As the song ended, Ciel brought the picture to his lips and gently kissed it. He rested the photo on his chest and hugged it tightly, silent. Sebastian smiled slightly at the tender action. "He does miss them." He whispered quietly. He realized that a spark of warmth and life was still in the boy, and he swore to himself to keep that alive, keep him alive.