Why Hello There! Greetings from your overlord, you peasents! /shot/
Ahem. As I hinted there will be a fem!Ciel if you didn't catch it. Why? because I really can't write Yaoi... Also, I want to have Ciel be- okay that's a spoiler if I even get that far. Just saying before you start, this is set in pretty modern times, so Sebastian will probobly not be a demon. I'm typing this on an electronic without spell check so I'll apologise now for future shit. Okay, I'll shut up now. Well after the disclaimer I will. Onwards!

Disclaimer: If I could own Kuroshitsuji, there would be nosebleed/yaoi warnings, not to mention, the fluff level would rise.

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A young girl's scream sounded from the warehouse, piercing the cool air of London. It sounded, long and clear before being cut off abruptly. In the warehouse, a young girl, no older than eight, layed sprawled across the floor, surrounded by a ring of masked men. Her blue dress had clearly seen better times, ripped in several places and splattered with drying blood and dirt. Her greenish-gray hair was tangeled and greasy with blood and sweat. Her face glared at the men, daring them to come closer. Her right eye had been gourged out, dried and fresh blood staining her right cheek a dark red. A trail of dried tears went down her left cheek, her eyes dried out. She let out an enraged sob, muffled by the gag.

"Well, well. If isn't the spawn of the unclean Queen's watch dog to the underworld. We're honered by your presence," a cool male voice mocked, from the shadows. A tall figure steped out. Strangley, this figure was cloaked in white a white cape instead of the duller shades of the ring of men. His hair showed an eerily pure white. The girl's eyes widened in reconization, and frantically tried to back away.

"Mi'lord!," One of the men in the ring cried out, clad in gray. "We got her like you wanted! Now about the reward you promised..."

"Silence scrum!," the figure cried. "Now then-" the figure took a step closer. "How does it feel-" he backed the girl into a wall "Does it feel to suffer humiliation-" the figure bent down and grasped her chin "that your family has given the French mafia, Miss Ciel Pantomhive?"

The girl, Ciel, glared and spat into the cloaked person's face. The figure instantly pulled away, wiping his face in disgust. "Think you Phantomhives are so damn hot do you?," the man growled. "This world has no need for impure scrum like you. You should just burn!"

Suddenly, the windows to the warehouse crashed, a spray of bullets breaking them.

"What the hell?!"

"Fuck it all!"

"Let's get 'em!"

"Who sniched?! The bastard?!"

The enraged and voices of the men who survived the first round, filled the air.

A new spray of bullets came, forcing the men to scatter. Strangley enough, the white cloaked man could not be found... The last thing Ciel saw before blacking out was the figure of a boy with piercing red eyes and raven hair coming in her direction...

"Sebastian... Mi...Michalis..." she choked, eyes narrowing in reconization, before the room twisted and everything turned to black...

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Ciel woke to a pounding headache. She blinked sleepily before slowly sitting up, grimancing, and slowly opened her eyes. Well eye. A bandage wraped around her right eye, blocking it. She put her hand over it, while looking around her surroundings. She was in a clean white room, on a small bed with crisp, cream sheets. The air smelled faintly of disinfectaint and medicine. It was just like a...

"You are at the St. Abby's hospital. Malfia owned, naturaly." a male voice said from her right side, conferming her thoughts. Ciel wipped around to the sound of the voice, tensing, before relaxing slightly.

"Sebastian Michalis. Why am I here? What happened? Why is my eye bandaged?" Ciel let out a torrent of rapid and curt questions.

"Why, as a matter of fact, it is quiet a long story," Sebastian stepped into view, a tall boy with raven hair and piercing red eyes. He wore an elegant black suit, compleate with a tie. It made him look mature and proffesional, even though Ciel knew he wasn't past two years older than her.

"Go on. It seams I can't leave anytime soon," Ciel settled herself comfertabley, and looked at him expectantly.

Sebastian sighed. He sat down in a chair next to Ciel's bed. "Well. Then I shall start with the burning of the main Phantomhive estate." Ciel stiffened at this. "You see, after the estate was burned, we searched for sighns of evidence to who it was. We found your parent's bodies." Ciel could feel her mind go numb. She felt her heart thud painfuly against her chest. There was no way they could be dead. "We got an eyewitness report of a man setting the house on fire. We tracked the man down, and made him confess to where the rest of his gang was. He was from a French mafia group called Balanc, meaning white in French. It took us some time to get to your location. We raided the place and got you back," Sebastian finished with a sigh.

A pregnant pause. "...When is their funeral?" Ciel managed in a quiet voice, willing herself not to cry.

"At 5:30 tonight," Sebastian said, head bowed respectfuly. "Ah! That's right!" he said after a pause. He dug around in his coat pocket before taking something out. He gently took Ciel's right hand in his, ignoring Ciel's questioning/creeped out look, and place something on her thumb before releasing her hand. Ciel looked down to see a beautiful blue diamond ring, on an intricate silver band. Her eyes widened in disbelief and reconization.

"T-This is... How...?" her voice trailed off as she gently touched the ring, as if it was some fragile thing that would break with the slightest touch.

"Yes. It is. We recovered it in the ruins of the mansion. It is rightfuly yours. The proof you are the head of the Phantomhive house." Sebastian awncered knowingly, with a slight, sad smile on his face. "Now. We must prepare you for the funeral."

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Rain fell heavily, the perfect weather for a funeral. To the public, it was the tragic funeral of the Earl Phantomhive and his wife, who died in a fire, only their sole heir remaining. The Queen's favorites and owners of the popular Funtom company. A great loss they would say. But those of the shadows would know better. It was the funeral of the underworld's watch dog, the servant of the Queen who did her dirty work. The Phantomhive couple had died because of an assiasian of an enemy mafia group, made to look like an accident. In many ways, this was good for them. Without a guard dog, crimes would roam free. But, for all, the question was, what would Ciel Phantomhive do next?

Ciel stood over her parents graves, alone in the cemetary. She had changed into a black dress that Sebastian had brought, but had no umbrella, so the rain soaked her. It was about 9:00, the funeral hours ago. People had come payed their respects and left, leaving just her. Two polished marble slabs and a cross stood, under a huge oak tree, marked their graves. Countless flowers lay on the graves, adding color to the monochrome world. She gritted her teeth in disgust and furry. Then, the rain stopped. She looked up to see a black umbrella, held by none other than Sebastian. She nodded before turning back. They stood in compatiable silence before Sebastian spoke.

"You know Ciel, you could get revenge for them."

"Hah!," Ciel let out a short laugh. "As much as I'd like to, the will says I will inherit at the age of eighteen. There is nothing I'd love more than to make those sick bastards suffer the humiliation I faced. But I'm pretty dammnably stuck right now."

"I can help you," Sebastian said, casualy. A bolt of lightning flashed, some distance away.

"For what? I don't have anything that would intrest you. Besides, you are only ten while I'm eight. We would die before even starting," Ciel replied dully, refusing to grasp the hope of revenge.

Sebastian tsked, earning a glare from Ciel. "But you forget. I am the prodigy known as the Raven or Devil in the underworld. I also have quiet a bit of influence, and a considerable amount of pawns. Besides, you've known me for two years, ever sense your dad took me in as his aprentince."

Ciel thought it over. It was all true after all. "I do trust you, but I know you well enough to know you never do things that don't help you get a profit." Another bolt of lightning flashed in the distance.

"You're right," Sebastian smiled. "In exgange for my help, I want the rights to a 50% share of the Funtom company, owned by the Phantomhives."

"What?," Ciel asked in disbelief. "And what would you do with that? We're not even teenagers!"

"Well, there's many practical benifits of me getting the shares. It would be something to fall back on if I somehow got an injury, disabling me from going on missions, and as I recall, your father controlled the mafia work while your mother managed the shares. You will have to do both. I'll still use the Funtom name, of corse." Sebastian listed off the advantages without pausing, as if he had prepped himself before. It was hard to believe he was only ten years old.

A silence fell, the only sound rain falling onto the umbrella and tombstones. Yes, this could work to her advantage. After all, geting revenge and humiliating those who discraced the Phantomhive name, was a top priority.

"Then I, Ciel Phantomhive accept!"

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Finaly done! Okay this is my first story on this site, but I'm not about to pull some shit and tell you to easy on me. Flame all you want, it won't really matter. As for the ages, sorry if they seem too young, but hey. Ceil was tramitized young. Plus, Sebastian would be one of those young prodigys if he was human. If it wasn't clear enough, Ciel is 8 and Sebastian's 10. Sorry if this was short. The next chapter will be a time skip as a warning. Remember the updating formula!

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