Hello, darlings! Ok so my friend, Nekomata19, and I started this after finding out that Kuroshitsuji is coming out with *drum roll* A NEW SEASON! Isn't it great?! We don't have a date or anything yet so it's all anticipation. So this is what we think should happen in the new season.
Hope you enjoy it. Now for the warnings:
Character death, violence, eventual MPreg, language, smex scenes, and Ciel and William bashing.
3 Nekomata19 and cutedifferent93
Sebastian stalked through the cold, barren wasteland that was Hell with the brat he called Master in his arms. How he had been tricked by a thirteen-year-old child he would never know, but it was humiliating. He was a feared demon. One of the strongest in Hell and here was chained forever like a dog! Luckily, living on the outskirts of one the cities in Hell no other demons were around to mock him and he could see his home, carved out of a cliff side, on the horizon.
Ciel Phantomhive had a smirk plastered on his smug little face as he was carried through Hell. Though it dropped when his faithful butler stopped in front of, what he assumed to be, a home! Carved out of the side of a cliff! He was the Earl of Phantomhive! He wouldn't even be found dead in such a place!
"Sebastian. What is this?"
Sebastian glanced down at Ciel as he stopped in front of the stone steps leading to a wooden door. He could tell the brat was not pleased. This was irking. Sebastian was quite pleased with his home. It wasn't quite Phantomhive Manor, but it was large and rather nice for Hell.
"This is my home. I should tell you it is one of the nice abodes in Hell as I am an Upper Class Demon. Lower class demons usually get nothing but what they can find," he explained patiently. "I hope it will be to your liking, My Lord." Ciel 'hmph'ed and wiggled out of Sebastian's grasp. "In that case, it will have to do."
Ciel looked around as they walked in. He could not believe this was considered a 'nice abode'. The garden shed back at the manor was better than this shack!
"Shall I show you to your room, Young Master?" asked Sebastian, trying to ignore Ciel's obvious dislike. He snapped his fingers and flames burst into being on candles in every room throughout the large home. Even the ones upstairs. It was a fairly large home, going far back into the cliff side, so it tended to be dark, even with the candles.
Ciel looked rather impressed as he watched every candle light. He looked down at his hands wonderingly. 'Can I do that too?' As if reading his mind, Sebastian turned to his little master. "You will learn to do such things eventually," he smirked. Hopefully he wouldn't get that chance though.
Ciel looked away, a blush of embarrassment evident on his pale skin. "Why would I worry about learning such tasks when I have you? Show me to my room."
Sebastian chuckled softly.
"Of course, Young Master. This way please," Sebastian replied. He led the way up the stairs and into a long hallway decorated with what appeared to be some deformed versions of Gargoyles and statues. Sebastian turned left and made his way to the end of the hall and opened a pair of double doors into a very spacious, if dimly lit, room.
Ciel looked around, a little unnerved by the Gargoyles. "This is more to my liking, Sebastian. Now prepare me for bed." Sebastian bowed.
"Yes, My Lord," he said. Sebastian had, luckily, brought Ciel's night clothes. It wasn't surprising he would want to stick to his human habits. Sebastian produced the night gown from thin air and placed it on the large black bed. To be exact, his large black bed. He knew his Master would want the best so it was his room he was giving up.
Swallowing his annoyance, he unbuttoned Ciel's coat and dress shirt. He made quick work of stripping the boy down and pulling on the nightgown. He pulled the covers back on the bed.
"Is there anything else you require, Young Master?" Sebastian asked.
"No. Wake me at my normal time and you can tell me more about my new self."
"Very good, My Lord," Sebastian replied with his signature bow. He tucked Ciel in and left the room. His eyes flashed magenta in anger and he just barely held back a growl as he strode down the hall. He would clean the place up so as not to offend his Master and get the "tea" and "breakfast" ready for the morning.
Sebastian, after getting Ciel his breakfast and tea, left his home. He needed to get Ciel's clothes since he hadn't brought the rest. He had been patient with the Earl's demands when he was human, but working for another demon for no reward…it was a wonder he hadn't already snapped.
Sebastian arrived at the entrance to Hell; a long road up to a platform where he could then jump to the surface. He stopped at the Gates where a very pretty young female demon stood.
"Going up?" she asked with a smirk.
"Yes, thank you, LeeAna," Sebastian replied. She hissed at him, large bat wings springing from her back to spread menacingly.
"You know I don't like my human given name," she snapped, flipping her short blue hair. "Well, It could have been worse," Sebastian said.
"True. I could be you," LeeAna snarked, opening the Gates. Sebastian growled at her and strode past her and up the road. Hopefully it wouldn't take long to get to Phantomhive Manor.
Eventually Sebastian arrived at Phantomhive Manor. He would have to be quick and avoid being seen by Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bard. Sebastian leapt over the gates and into the garden. He climbed up the side of the building and opened the windows to Ciel's old room. Sebastian jumped in and began collecting Ciel's clothes.
A flash of something caught his eye momentarily before he heard a piercing swoon and he was glomped to the floor, a mess of bloody red hair on top of him.
"What the!?" Sebastian exclaimed, "Grell!?" He attempted to push the crimson reaper off of him. It took a couple of tries, but once he got the annoying creature off he stood. His hand flew out and wrapped around Grell's delicate throat.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
Grell looked at him calmly but spoke in a strangled gasp. "I thought you were gone for good, Bassy! I've been watching for the past day for you to return!"
Sebastian sighed and let go of Grell.
"Leave. I'm not staying and I don't have time to deal with you," Sebastian said. He picked up the clothes he'd dropped (now he had to wash them) and jumped out of the window and into the garden. Grell ran after him.
"Where are you going, my darling?"
Sebastian ignored him, his eye twitching slightly. He jumped over the wall and, hearing Grell following him, stopped.
"If you continue following me I will have no choice but to hurt you," Sebastian snapped. Yes he found Grell to be annoying, but he honestly didn't want to fight the reaper again. He could easily kill him, but it was too much trouble. Besides, Grell was amusing sometimes. Right now though, he wasn't.
"What has happened, Sebastian?" Grell's entire tone changing from flirty and flamboyant to serious and worried.
Sebastian wasn't sure if he should tell the annoying red-head or not. On the one hand, there was no reason to. In fact it would probably only be an inconvenience. On the other hand, it was nice to be away from the brat (though he would certainly be irate at Sebastian for being late).
"I have to get back to the Young Master. I don't have time for this," he settled. He turned and headed down the road.
Grell hung his head but fallowed at a fairly safe distance. "He's not here anymore is he?" Said more as a statement than a question. Sebastian glanced back at the persistent reaper.
"If you must know, he is in Hell. The contract is still in place and I have a job to do," Sebastian snapped. He ran as fast as his demon legs would go, arriving in London quickly.
Grell watched as the demon disappeared, deep in thought. "Somehow I doubt that contract will be of much use soon enough... Hold on, my dear Bassy."
Sebastian looked down at the gaping hole in the field of flowers. Sighing in annoyance he jumped down into the blackness. He moved quickly, ignoring LeeAna's snide remarks and in record time made it to his home. LeeAna scoffed as he passed. "Wow, I never knew a demon could be wound so tightly."
As Sebastian entered his home, he was met with Ciel leaning against a bookshelf, tapping his foot impatiently.
"My apologies, Young Master. I was held up by…it does not matter. I have brought all your clothes, I shall wash them immediately unless there is something you need?" Sebastian said. Damn, he knew this would happen.
"You are late. By half an hour, Sebastian!" Ciel's eyes flashed the deep pink in anger.
"Again, I apologize, My Lord," Sebastian said, his eyes closing in mock regret. Honestly he would have never come back if that had been an option. He wondered if the demon brat would punish him. Ciel walked up to the raven demon, having to crane his neck to look eye-to-eye. "I told you I wanted you to teach me my new powers! What was more important than I?!" Ciel's hand lashed out behind him, causing the mahogany bookshelf to fall, the many novels and research books scattering.
Sebastian sighed.
"A reaper intercepted me on my way back. I did not mean to take so long," Sebastian explained. It wasn't a lie technically, just omitting of certain details. Why he was doing so, he didn't know. Sebastian had the clothes disappear into the closet upstairs in Ciel's new room.
"I shall teach you now, if you desire, My Lord?" he asked.
"Why are you keeping things from me, your master?" Ciel crossed his arms in a very childish manner.
"I thought it unimportant as the matter was dealt with and shall not happen again," Sebastian replied. He could feel his fangs beginning to lengthen as his annoyance grew, though being One Hell Of a Butler, he managed to hide such feelings. It wouldn't do to let a lowly demon such as Ciel to read him again.
"There are many skills demons have. It would be best to start from the basics," Sebastian told Ciel, hoping to change the subject. Ciel glared once more than nodded. "Very well, continue."
Sebastian bowed and when he straightened, he was wearing his teaching glasses.
"As you mentioned earlier, Young Master, you have me, so materializing objects is not a skill you require. However, learning to keep yourself from destroying things around you in your anger seems to be a skill you do require," Sebastian smirked. "You need to learn to control yourself. A demon without control is merely a beast." With a thought the bookcase was back in its original condition. "Obviously, such a skill may not come to you immediately."
Ciel clenched his fists, resisting the urge to punch his butler. "Fine then, teach me."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Are you positive you can handle it?" he goaded. This would certainly be a fun lesson. He wondered how difficult, though, it would be to teach Ciel this.
"I can handle anything, Sebastian!" Ciel attempts to calm himself once more.
"Very well. Then you can start by not sleeping tonight. As a demon sleep isn't needed. Neither is food. If you want the control and powers of a demon, you must start by doing things as demons do," Sebastian said. "Also, you should wash your own clothes. Being able to change the appearance of things is also a needed skill. So working on that should help you work on the first skill." Sebastian honestly wondered if he could get away with saying such a thing. It was true, learning to change the appearance of something was a needed skill, but he knew he might be pushing the brat a little far.
Ciel glared, his eyes shining magenta once again. "If this is your way of lightening your load, you can forget it!"
Sebastian's eyebrows raised in mock surprise and hurt.
"My Lord, I am surprised you would accuse me of such a thing. I merely thought it would be easier than trying to change your own appearance. Living creatures are much more difficult to change after all. But, if such a thing seems to difficult, Young Master, then I understand," Sebastian replied. He had to admit, Ciel was doing well in not destroying something.
"It's not too difficult!" Ciel looked away, embarrassed. "Just give me the damn clothes and I'll do it." Sebastian made the clothes materialize in his hands and held them out.
"Very good, Young Master. I look forward to seeing your results," Sebastian said with a small smirk.
Ciel tried to keep himself from slapping his butler at the remark and took the clothes into the back, all the while muttering angrily at himself. Sebastian held back his laughter and went to clean up the house. As a butler to a demon there really wasn't much to do, though being idle would only get him in trouble. Well, he would probably be in trouble later if Ciel couldn't figure out how to make the clothes appear clean.
Grell walked the rooftops of London, wondering to himself what had happened to his beloved Bassy and the horrid child he called Master. A shop sign caught his eye and he noticed that he had unknowingly wondered to the Undertaker's shop. The red-head grinned his Cheshire smile as he walked up to the door and opened it.
"Weeelllllcome," came a voice from a coffin on the floor. The lid opened and long, spider-like fingers curled over the edge. Undertaker sat up suddenly and hopped out of the coffin.
"Ah, Grell, what a surprise. Ehehehehe, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Undertaker giggled, swaying over to the red-headed reaper. Grell grinned at the giggly reaper. "What do you know about little Earl Phantomhive and my beloved Bassy?"
Undertaker smiled eerily.
"I know quite a bit, my dear. There is so much to know about Master Butler and the Little Lord Earl. Hehehehe," Undertaker replied. He cackled to himself, pulled out his urn full of biscuits, and began munching on the bone shaped treat.
"What can you tell me about them during the last few days, hm?" Grell sits himself on a coffin, legs crossed.
"Biscuit?" Undertaker offered. "And you know I don't give away information for free. What sort of business would I have if I did that? Ehehe. If you pay my price, I'll tell you allllll you want to know," Undertaker grinned. He pressed his pale hands together happily and wriggled back and forth in excitement at the prospect of a new joke.
Grell shook his head as he took a biscuit. "You couldn't do a lady a favor this once?" He bit down on the biscuit teasingly. Undertaker tilted his head to the side, then pouted.
"I suppoooose. Though only because I might get a good laugh out of this later, heheh," Undertaker replied. "Sooooo, you want to know about what happened to Master Butler and his Master," Undertaker tapped a long black fingernail against his chin. "Well, ordinarily it would be a mystery even to meee. But, ehehehe, I have some information from a reliable source. My informant told me Little Lord Earl played a nasty trick on your Bassy." Undertaker sat on a coffin across from Grell and steepled his fingers. "Rumor is, Lord Ciel Phantomhive is no longer human. Gahahaha!" Undertaker nearly fell off the coffin he was laughing so hard.
Grell's eyes widened. "What?! What's happened?! What did he do to my Bassy?!" Undertaker calmed himself and wiped the drool from his chin.
"Gufufu…My apologies milady, but a demon being a butler to a demon is quiiiiite amusing," Undertaker sighed happily. "Unfortunately, I can't give you the details; however, the Little Lord Earl managed to turn himself into a demon, so now Master Butler is stuck. Heheheheahahaha!" Undertaker cackled madly.
"How did the little brat manage that? He can't even button his own shirt!" Grell crosses his arms in a huff, pouting." Undertaker shook his head.
"I don't know the details," Undertaker said, muffling the last of his giggles. "It might have something to do with the other demons who had shown up, but that's only a guess, my dear, heheh." Undertaker could tell Grell was honestly upset by the news and sighed, sobering himself.
"I am sorry I can't give you more on what happened," he said, lightly patting Grell's shoulder.
"How can Bassy get out of his contract?"
"Weeellll…I'm not an expert on demon contracts, but I may have an idea, ehehe," Undertaker grinned. "I do know that when a demon makes a contract their mark connects them to their victim. So, it would make sense to meee that, were the contract mark to be removed in some way, the contract would fall apart," he said. Grell raised an eyebrow quizzically. "You want me to cut off my dear Bassy's arm? Are you mad, man?!"Undertaker pouted in thought.
"That is rather extreme isn't it?" Undertaker giggled, "But that's my suggestion. Then again, you don't have to do anything, my dear Grell. After all it's Master Butler's problem. Ehehehe."
Grell stood, a determined look on his usually joyous face. "My Bassy needs my help. And after all, if I couldn't free my darling love from a contract... well then," He grinned mischievously. "What kind of reaper would I be?"
Grell summoned his Death Scythe, just getting it authorized that morning, and it roared to life as he swung it over his shoulder and shifted his weight so his hip stuck out. "Have one ready for the little Earl... Let the fun begin!"
Hope you all liked it. And never fear; we will upload a new chapter at the end of each week at the least. ^_^
3 Nekomata19 and cutedifferent93
