A/N: I own nothing but the plot.


It was a simple evening in London, the sky had darkened a considerable amount and the twinkling of stars overhead would've been seen if the clouds had been out of the way. A chill ran through a young boy, who could be no older than eleven years of age.
His hair hung over his piercing blue orbs as he walked the dark streets. He shouldn't have been out at night, however, he had managed to escape certain death a year ago and ever since then life had gotten a bit better. The poor male was still without proper means of communicating with others, he hated being around other adults except for a few and being alone had terrified him to some extent. True, he was still a noble of sorts, however at times he merely wanted to be a young boy again. If that meant going on walks with his protector somewhere nearby then so be it.

Despite all of this, he hid it under a tough exterior. He was cold and ruthless, any traces of his innocence was nowhere to be seen on his perfect porcelain features at the present time. On this particular night, he was walking with his head down and arms wrapped around himself. In order to prevent others from seeing his 'beauty' is the only reason why he had done so. You may be wondering why exactly he was wondering around alone and in the middle of the night no less. The answer should be clear. Since he only trusted a few individuals he lacked what any child needed. Therefore, in order to get things on his own, he had to walk everywhere and he had been a bit lazy in getting out and about this morning.

His little manor was really nothing for it resided on the outskirts, in the middle of nowhere to be exact. Little people knew of its location but those who did tried their best to invade upon the peace and rob everyone of their well-being. They never got far, thankfully. The male was thankful for the friends he had made since he had escaped his vicious captors. His parents were long gone, they had been brutally murdered and set aflame for their involvement with the Queen. It was surely a terrible thing for a ten year old boy to go through. However, as he aged, he found that he had grown accustomed to not seeing his mothers loving face and not receiving his fathers hugs before he'd go to bed.

It was on that day that he had made a new friend, with feathers so black and lovely that it put to shame any and all others. Crimson orbs glinted in the darkness and those luscious petals made an interesting offer that he couldn't refuse. At first, he felt nothing but pure rage for those who had stolen everything from him; in all reality, he wanted them all to suffer and that's what would eventually happen, one day. Without hesitation, our little blue orbed boy accepted his fate and thus he was saved. At first, he had clung to his black feathered friend and refused to leave his side. However, when said male had enlisted help in a sniper whose undercover would be to help the little boy, things started going smoother.

She would play games with him if he asked and she always tried to make sure he had clean linens and tableware. He loved her to bits even though she was quite clumsy, that made it all the better. If he had ever needed a laugh, she would be sure to give him one. The black feathered man would often hover in the shadows and watch the two of them interact, a light smile would cross his features as he found that he loved seeing the boy smile before going about his own duties. Not much later, there came to be a new person whose undercover would be to make the boy meals. It was he would who make some interesting dishes before inevitably blowing up their kitchen. At one point, he had even taught the boy how to shoot a gun, with the correct supervision of the woman and man already there of course.

It had taken the blue orbed beauty a while to warm up to him. He had found him scary and intimidating at first, though he had authority in his voice he was still merely a child and held such fears that would seep through every now and again. It hadn't bothered the chef in the least for it was to be expected. He had heard of the child's past happenings and it tore the mans heart in two. Eventually, our boy would sit in the kitchen and watch him try and cook. There was only one instance where the chef had grabbed the boy and threw him to his black feathered friend in order to keep him safe; their bond only strengthened after that.

It was only a year after that when they enlisted a boy who was only a couple of years older than he was; his undercover was to prepare the gardens outside and fill his manor with beauty unimaginable. Needless to say, the two connected instantly and there was no need to worry about the two of them getting along together. Our little lord would often help him plant the most wonderful flowers and trees, running back a few paces when the gardener would lift up a heavy object to throw off into the nearby distance.

Yes, it would seem that they all got along together with the previous elder that still resided in the place. The care that they all displayed for everyone else was simply awe-inspiring. You could practically feel the love radiating off of them all in waves, some more hidden than others. The scent of love was clear in the air, permeating the surroundings with such a lovely fragrance that it was hard to ignore.

As these thoughts swirled in the young'uns mind, he had been quite unaware of a malicious presence behind him. A single arm was outstretched and was oh so close to the boys frame that the intruder could almost feel his frame under those calloused fingers of his. A filthy smirk crossed the strangers face as the tips of his fingers were almost at the back of the boys collar. Suddenly, black radiated from the small frame and an elongated shadow fell across the stranger, who had stilled from the shock of such an occurrence. By now, the boy had stopped walking to allow his friend time to frighten the man behind him.

A deep velvet-like voice surrounded the deserted area which sent an uneasy shiver down the mans spine. "My, my, why are you trailing after young master here? Surely that's not polite." Backing up, the stranger could only make a strange gurgling sound before he had dropped to the ground unceremoniously. His heart had quickened along with his breath, however, those two vital things were starting to slow down considerably. A satanic smirk crossed the shadows features as he seemingly disappeared into thin air.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let's go." The voice that held so much authority and hidden innocence rang out suddenly as if he was unaware of the previous danger he had been in. "I'm terribly sorry, bocchan, please forgive my rudeness and let us continue." The walk continued past the expensive buildings and manors to the desolate and plain greenery. All too soon, the expanse opened up to reveal a wondrous manor standing proud and awaiting it's young masters return.

As soon as they were past the lovely garden and luxurious steps, past the double doors and into their safe haven did the events of the night finally catch up with the boy. Exhausted, he swayed on his feet before he was enveloped by warm and strong arms. His protector simply laughed low in his throat before a shake of his head was made. Silly bocchan always tiring himself out. At this time of night, everyone in the manor was fast asleep and the two were thankful for that. It made it easier to slip out unnoticed and get the things that everyone desired.

As the man made his way up the stairs, through the hallway and past the many rooms of the servants he had let his mind wander. His lord was such a young and tiny one however he held full power and authority over everyone in their stead. At times like these is when he loved the boy so much; his guard was lowered and the innocence that only an eleven year old could manage would seep through and show itself if only for a brief moment or two.

Upon arriving at the young lords room, the protector made his way over toward his bed and placing him upon it. After, he made quick work of his clothes, unbuttoning the white shirt and tossing it to the side along with the black pants that accompanied the attire. He'd pick them up and place them neatly on a nearby chair before heading over toward a dresser drawer and picking out a single white nightshirt. Once it was over the boys head, through his arms and covered his tiny body did the older male cover him up before delicately running his fingers across the smooth, creamy skin. Luscious lips met perfect skin in a single tender kiss upon the males forehead before he too retired for the night, grabbing the dirty clothes and placing them in their appropriate place.

When morning came, news of what had happened that night spread around like wildfire. Everyone in the manor had heard and the young boy looked up at the man who stood loyally and dutifully beside him. "You were responsible for that weren't you?" The only thing that betrayed his stoic expression was the smile that suddenly lit up his features. "I must always protect the young lord at all costs."

Turns out, the man that the Yard had caught was the recent serial killer who loved young children. When asked why he was passed out in front of a famous sweet shop he could only respond with the usual I-don't-knows. It wasn't until much later in the day that the convicted killer had spilled about stalking a young boy whose piercing blue orbs had attracted and invited him in. He followed him everywhere that day and when night hit, he told of how he would sneak up behind the unsuspecting prey and snatch him.

The thing that set the Yard on edge was the killers next words to a recently asked question.

"Why didn't you kidnap him like all the rest? That was your goal wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was. However, as soon as I was about to take him a sudden shadow covered my frame and spoke to me. It had the most beautiful dark crimson orbs I had ever seen. That was the last I saw before all went black."

You may be wondering why that had affected the Yard so much. You see, this man was not only a known killer but a regular when it came to hallucinations. In their minds, he had already lost it and that infuriated the man. He screamed for the world to hear that he wasn't crazy, however everyone thought they knew the truth.

As the yelling resumed, outside a nearby window, a single black feather floated along in the breeze.


A/N: If you'd like, let me know how it was. Hints at SebaCiel for sure.