My Daddy Long Legs

Kuroshitsuji ClaudexAlois fanfiction short story c: I WARN YOU, explicit content..

     Alois wandered downstairs, eyes lidded sleepily. "Claaauude. Where are you?" He

mewled, whining a bit more and going into the kitchen. The butler fried an omelet in a pan, his golden eyes set on the stovetop. "Yes, your highness?" Claude asked quietly, not turning to look at the demanding young boy until Alois tugged on his black sleeves, ice blue eyes studying his face.

      "I don't want omelets today, Claude." Alois muttered. He looked at the eggs and frowned. Claude looked a bit sad.

     "You know I only try my best for you, your highness.." He murmured lightly, taking the skillet off the hot burner and dumping it into the trash. "If it is not what pleases you, then I shall make something else for your breakfast."

     Alois grunted at this, seeming a little more content. "Well. Alright." The boy said stiffly and looked outside the wide kitchen windows. London's streets were already bustling with urban activity and cars were lined along the pavement. Alois could remember so long ago when carriages replaced the cars, and men and women walked the streets in fine suits and dresses. Whatever had happened to formal dressing?

     Soon Claude presented the blonde boy with a dish of scones and a cup of Lady Earl Grey.

     "Here, your highness-"

     "Thank you, Claude, that's quite enough."

     He took the plate from Claude and hurried into the living room to read the newspaper. Claude had thought that with time, Alois would grow to be more independant..but he hadn't. He'd just grown more annoying and needy....Claude loved this, however. It was torture.

 

     Claude knocked on the young boy's bedroom door. "Come in," Answered his young master's voice. Claude opened the door, seeing Alois standing infront of his closet in his boxers.

     "I don't know what to wear today." Alois muttered to his butler, holding up a dark green sweatshirt. His expression was disdainful; it was clear he did not approve of this article of clothing. "Help."

     Claude shuffled through the clothes, pulling out a pair of jeans and a grey tshirt.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy <3
NOTE:This is current era London, and instead of Ciel turning into a demon at the end of season. 2 it was Alois c: Mixing things around.
Claude, Alois and Kuroshitsuji belong to Yana Toboso, writing by me of course.