A/N:

Kit: *Poofs into A/N* Hello everyone! Welcome to "A Blue Flame"! *throws colorful festive shit in the air* So, well I was just laying around in my cozy bed when~BAM! It hit me. I got this idea for a fanfic for Kuroshitsuji!(I really wanted to write a lemon for them but didn't know were to start...) But, the lazy person I was I didn't start writing it tell like two weeks later..

Max: What the fuck man! So you could of had this up last week but, just decided that watching season 2 of Kuroshitsuji was more important? I kick you out of the Flock, from now on you are nothing to me! *flys up an oak tree and gets moody look on face*

Kit: D:

Fang: *sighs* I got this. *flies up next to Max and start making out with*

Kit: O.O Ummm.. Well while there up to that I just want to say this... OMFG THE SECOND SEASON WAS SO FUCKING AWESOME! THERE BETTER BE A SEASON 3 DAMNIT! *takes deep breath* Sorry, had to get that out of my system. Anywho in honor of me finishing the second season today I am posting "A Blue Flame"!:D Max, Fang help me out here!

Fang and Max: Disclaimer and Warning you're on!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the charactors that are in Kuroshitsuji they were made by Yana Toboso and I make no profit. They are just my play things for now.*gets out whip* All rights go to Yana Toboso.:'D

Warning: This is a pwp so no sex right now.;P But, in later chapters there will be allot of yoai guyxguy so, if your not into that STOP READING NOW! I don't want you to get all into my story just to hate it because of one(six?) chapters.:3 Maybe some sad thoughts but I think I've covered everything...WAIT!

Just so we're clear! Normal writing looks like this(I like icecream.) Thoughts look like this(Sebastain is so sexy.) Scene/time change look like this ((*)..(*)..(*)) Sound looks like this (BAM!) And, I think that's it.

Kit:Sorry for the long note!D:

Happy reading!

Cold...dark...alone...so cold...

A small boy shakes in a dirty alley; on the break of madness, he hugs himself closer in a vain effort to keep warm on this chilly night. People pass as if they don't see him; as if he's not there, and he wants so badly not to be in the situation he finds himself in. He lets his body lean onto a filthy trashcan, closing his heavy eyes. Maybe today's the last day... Maybe I will never have to open my eyes to this hideous world ever again...

With that the small child drifted into a deep, dark sleep that he hoped to never wake from.

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A tall, well dressed man walked out from a shop and sighed. Another pointless journey into the filthy streets of London. Why did I even come here? The demon couldn't remember. He sighed again as he strolled down the street, shoes clicking lightly, coat drifting around him, caused by the blowing, biting wind. The past hundred years have been quite drab for the young demon and he had been desperately looking for a change of pace. He looked up at the cloudy grey sky, giving it his classic smirk before continuing on his bored way.

The nobleman looked to be in his early twenties. He was a strikingly handsome man and would always have both men and women trailing after him like dogs begging for scraps. He was dressed in fine expensive clothes that had great care and detail put into them, and had a long simple black cane leading his steps. His face always held an amused smirk, like he was laughing at some private joke, and his eyes were a shocking red. His hair was done in a messy way that make him look even sexier than he already was, and on top of his head was a black top hat, covering most of the black, silky locks.

As he passed an alley he got a whiff of something that nearly knocked him off his feet. He whipped his head towards it, eyes widening slightly before going back behind their mask of indifferent amusement. That can't possibly be a human... all that is down there are a few hobos. He narrowed his eyes, his interest peaking at the strange new scent. He followed his nose as he walked down the alleyway. Soon it lead him to the last thing he thought he'd see: a sleeping boy.

The boy looked to be about 13 years old. His hair was messy and dirty, but had a dark almost blackish blue tint to it. His arms were crossed in front of him as if he was trying to warm himself up, and his legs were folded to the side. He was not dressed for the chilly weather. A tattered corset like vest hung from his frame, and lose underwear like shorts hugged his thin waist. Both articles of clothing were filthy and looked as if they haven't been washed in weeks. He had no shoes and his feet were bloody and covered in dirt, like he had been walking the streets for weeks. He was so thin, like he hadn't eaten in days. Bruises were evident on his frail body.

But the demon could see past all that. The small boy was beautiful; he had a round porcelain doll face that still held some of his childhood. (but that might be do to the fact that he was sleeping, the man couldn't tell.) His lips were full and parted and his chest rose and fell lightly as he breathed evenly. His skin was milky, and if it weren't for his short hair the man would have thought he was a girl. But the thing that attracted him most about the boy was his scent. It was enticing, dark and sinful. The demon closed his eyes and inhaled the intoxicating scent deeply, letting the aroma fill his senses. He had never smelt anything like it. His eyes turned to slits and had a demonic glow to them.

He looked to the side where a few men (women?) were crowded around a dumpster fire. They don't really seem to want him. He smirked devilishly and looked down at the thin child, wondering how no other demon had found him yet. Well, if no one wants him... Might as well.He picked up the thin child bride style and walked out of the alley. A few people stared but no one bothered to stop and question the handsome demon. He walked the short distance to his carriage and let Tanaka open the small door.

Waking into the cozy carriage, he laid the boy across the seat in front of him, making sure he was comfortable, and then sat down opposite. Shortly after he sat the carriage started moving, heading to the Michaelis Mansion.

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Kit: Well, that's the first chapter! I thought it was a good place to stop..

Max: It's so short, God the readers should just forget about your crappy story now.

Kit: D:But..but..but.. I have a plot and put my heart into this come on give it a try Max!

Max: *sighs* Fine whatever your part of the Flock again.

Kit: :O *passes out*

Fang: While she's passed out I would like to say, readers please review she spent so much time on this crap you have no idea how much it would mean to her.

Max: O.O That's the most I've ever heard him say.

Fang: *disappears into tree*

-Kit0w0