I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING THIS IS MY OWN WRITING THAT IS BASED OFF THE ANIME

The lyrics posted below I didn't write, but is a song from Kuroshitsuji season 2 ending. The link is

watch?v=VdnowkEbQNM You should really listen to it if you haven't already. You should be careful, because in later chapters there will be yaoi, so for those that do not like it I will have a warning at the beginning of the chapters so you can skip it and read the next part. This is my 3rd fanfiction, but my first on Kuroshitsuji. Reviews are welcome and much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

The smell of fire filled my senses, remembering that distant dream. The violin in my hands seemed cold and useless. It's lustrous surface couldn't even elicit a smile from the poor boys face. Tucking it beneath his chin, his fingers splayed across the strings, he began to play. There wasn't a particular song he was playing, he just let the violin guide him as he played the eerie melody into the night. The moonlight shining upon him as he began to sing, nothing could hold him back now, he couldn't stop playing.

kurayami no naka de mutsumi au

zetsubou to mirai wo

kanashimi wo abaku tsuki akari

tsumetaku terashiteta

kimi no kureta himitsu wo shirube ni

aoi yoru no shizukesa wo yuku

Lacrimosa

tooku kudakete kieta

mabushii sekai wo mou ichido aishitai

hitomi no naka ni yume wo kakushite

yogoreta kokoro ni

namida ga ochite kuru made

maboroshi no basha wa yami wo wake

hikari no aru hou he

yume to iu wana ga bokutachi wo

homura he izanau

sora no ue no mujihi na kamigami ni wa

donna sakebi mo todoki wa shinai

Lacrimosa...

bokura wa moesakaru takigi tonari

itsuka sono sora wo yaki tsuku sou

Lacrimosa

koko ni umarete ochita

chi nureta sekai wo osorezu ni aishitai

yurusareru yori yurushi shinjite

yogoreta chijou de

namida no hibi wo kazoete

He stopped playing when rain interuppted him, but only for a moment until he went back to playing. He didn't even care that he could see his breath, that the violin was getting wet, and his fingers started to get numb. He just didn't care anymore. The only thing that could've stirred him was the fire, and seeing his fathers face being burnt off, chunks of flesh falling to the floor. The smell of burning flesh scorched his lungs along with the smoke from the fire. He tried hard just to not bite his tongue off and die right there, but he knew that his mother had to be somewhere. He couldn't find her no matter how hard he tried when a strong hand took hold of his shoulder, whipping him to the floor. All were wearing hoods and masks, none of them were identifiable. They had stripped him of clothing, laying him harshly on the cold slab of slate bare. Two people held him down as he frantically called for help, knowing his parents couldn't come to the rescue him, remembering the burning flesh he almost vomited but fear had kept it in.

"You shall bear the mark of sinners Ciel Phantomhive.", a mans voice called out as another masked person stepped forward with a branding iron, scorching hot as it sizzled against his skin causing him to scream. He remembers clawing at his masked perpetrators, but to no avail, the burning stayed making tears roll from his eyes.

He snapped out of his daydream/nightmare and felt the gorge rise in his throat. He quickly turned to the side and dry heaved, for there was nothing in his stomach, he refused to eat. He could feel the dizziness and fell forward face first, not bothering to put his hands out in front of him. He wanted the release of sleep, hopefully to have a dreamless sleep.

Sebastian's POV

He was looking for some unfortunate soul to be his meal when he stumbled upon some violin playing. He came closer to listen to it closely. A haunting melody flooded his ears as he tried to look at who was playing it. A boy, maybe 15 years of age was playing the violin. Dark bluish black hair swayed with each stroke of the violin, and his eyes were closed as if dreaming. 'A bit too skinny though', Sebastian thought to himself as he inspected him further. He was lost in inspecting the being in front of him when he began to sing, the sad tremor to his voice had a mystic quality to it, pulling him into the song. Why was he singing in a forest all alone at night anyway? Was he just dying to become my pray? He smiled to himself on that thought when it started to rain. The haunting melody stopped for a second, but raged on his breath hoarse with the coldness of the air. After what seemed was 5 seconds he stopped again but this time he dry heaved to the side, the sickly scent reaching his nose. He finally opened his eyes, staring blankly forward, cobalt blue eyes focusing on nothing as he fell forward not putting his hands in front of him to break the fall. 'This soul would do, he's already lost all hope anyway..', he quickly decided before delving into the boys mind, ready to make a contract to devour his soul regardless on who he was.

Sebastian's POV

His mind was chaotic, not that he cared anyway, he just wanted to strike up a contract. The smell of burning wood and flesh reached his nose, not something he wasn't used to. His previous masters would ask him to kill many people and frankly he thought fire was the easiest way, he didn't even have to touch the stinking humans. He followed the boys soul into a room where he was sitting on the floor watching a man being burned alive, which he assumed to be his father. He put his hand on the boys shoulder to get his attention when he turned to him, his younger self with tears in his eyes. He had to make a contract so he pulled the boys mind into it's current self, the 15 year old.

The floor was checkered, chess peaces in an arrangement where either side couldn't win. He found the boy's soul, sitting in a red velvet chair chin perched under his fist, in a kings costume. He quickly made his way to the chair and bowed slightly. 'Better get this over with..' he thought to himself like this would be another easy task.

"Would you like to make a contract?", Sebastian said mischievously tilting his head to the side questioningly.

"What do you require?", the boy asked confidentially.

"You're soul, I will do anything wish, but it requires your soul. If I take your soul then you can no longer go to heaven or hell, but your existence would end completely.", he said quickly thinking that the boy would need to think it out.

"Enough of this nonsense, I agree to your contract.", he said without hesitation making Sebastian look up in surprise.

"What is it that you wish?", he could tell he was going to enjoy this.

He seemed to contemplate his words and finally replied with a bitter smile, "Revenge."

Authors note: Did you guys like my first chapter? This is a yaoi fanfiction, but the yaoi will come in later chapters. I really enjoy kuroshitsuji and wish that there was a season 3! Please review! I need to know if there are any changes I need to make or if you guys would like to put recommendations for later chapters. This is my 3rd fanfiction so I hope that you guys enjoyed this!