A/N: just a random oneshot i came up with last Christmas while listening to a boys choir.

He couldn't have heard the man right... There was no way that's what he wanted.

Sebastian tried to hide the snicker that had started to build up, but not before a few escaped his mouth. Ciel glared at him.

"Shut up, Sebastian." The young Earl turned his gaze to the mad man in front of them. "I don't believe I heard you right; you said you wanted me to do what for you to give yourself up?"

"I want to hear you sing...!" The man replied with a slight blush and wide eyes that made the boy sick.

This man, who had been teasing and tempting the Earl of Phantomhive by killing so many innocent people in London and attacking his manor, would give himself up just for a song by Ciel? Some people in this world...

"I think you should do it, Young Master. We will probably never get another case as easy as this again."

"I thought I told you to shut up, and that's an order." Even as he stopped talking, the smirk on Sebastian's face stayed in place.

"Please," the man said as he started crawling toward Ciel, "I need to hear you sing again."

Those words perked Sebastian's interest. When had the Young Master been singing?

Seeing the face the butler was making, the man explained. "It was six years ago when I first heard it, a voice as soft as an angels... singing such a sweet song. The Earl of Phantomive's son was entertaining a party thrown by the Earl. I could think of nothing else but his voice... He was the joy of the party for three years until the family was killed off." Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked up at Ciel. "I had thought I would never hear his sweet voice again... It is a miracle that you had survived, I couldn't wait for the next party; but it never came. And the few parties that you went to you just stood in a corner with your butler. I didn't understand it, why would you hide your voice? Even now, I still can't find an answer for it. So," the tears stayed but his sad expression turned into a wicked smirk, "until I hear you sing, I will keep killing the people of London and terrorizing your mansion."

"I don't think so. Sebastian, kill him." Ciel said with a bored expression while turning away from the man. But after hearing an insane laugh coming from the man, Ciel turned back around to see Sebastian being blocked by another person in black.

"Sebastian?" Ciel questioned. If this person was blocking his butler, that could only mean one thing.

Sebastian jumped back to Ciel's side. "Young Master, it appears that Mister Edward also has a demon butler."

Ciel frowned, this was just great...

Edward laughed again. "I thought you'd know that I wouldn't die until I heard you sing again!"

Sebastian glanced at Ciel and studied his face. His master knew how strong a bond between a demon and a human could be, and that Edward's wish is to hear the young Earl sing. So the question was: would Ciel win the easy way or the hard way?

Ciel sighed. He had just finished debating it all in his head and it would seem easier to just fulfill the man's last wish and get it over with.

"Alright, I'll do it. But, Sebastian, I want you to wait outside."

The butler frowned but bowed, "Yes, My Lord," then walked out the room.

"Michal, you leave as well. I want to be the only one to hear this!" Edward ordered, standing up with bright eyes fixed solely on Ciel.

As the two demons waited outside in an awkward silence, both of their ears perked at a soft voice that came through the door. It was a voice unlike any other... it was beautifully sweet.

Sebastian realized with a jolt that that was his young master's voice. He looked over at the other demon and saw its eyes closed as it listened to the peaceful voice of Ciel Phantomhive.

A while later, the singing stopped and the door opened to revile an annoyed Phantomhive.

"Let's go, Sebastian." Ciel said, not waiting for his butler to reply.

The rest of the day was as peaceful as Ciel's life could be; the other servants making a mess of something and Sebastian fixing it perfectly. It wasn't until the Earl was in bed that he spoke.

"My mother taught me how to sing... She said that it was the most beautiful thing she ever heard and convinced father to let me sing at his parties. I barely remember those days..." His face took on a look that was far away, seeing something only he could see. "I had the whole crowd gathered to listen; even the Queen came to listen once, just before the mansion was burned... The first party I went to after I came back, the host asked me to sing."

"I remember; you said you couldn't sing. The man looked shocked."

Ciel barked out a bitter laugh. "That was a lie; I knew I was the best singer. But it hurt too much to sing. It... it reminded me of mother..." Ciel turned his head away from Sebastian; but not before the butler saw the tears starting to build in the boy's eyes.

"Young Master..." Sebastian didn't know what to say.

"Don't." Ciel's head snapped back to the black haired man. "Don't say anything. Just... stay with me until I fall asleep."

Sebastian smirked. "Yes, My Lord."

A few minutes later, the butler was about to leave the room when he heard a mumbling come from the boy in the oversized bed.

"...it's a new advantage though..."

Sebastian smirked. A new advantage indeed; and he couldn't wait for when the Earl used it again.