It was around the time that everybody should have been in class when Alois Trancy found himself looking away from the green bulletin board that greeted all students that came in through the back entrance. It was located in the back entrance for a good reason and that reason was all the sleazy remarks and words that had been written on it by previous troublemakers of Pitchthome Institution for the Gifted.

As a current student Alois had not had the pleasure of writing anything on the board, not that he would be allowed to do so. Goodness knows what his father would have to say if he'd gotten caught. As big as that 'if' was since he seriously doubted he'd get caught, Alois didn't want to chance it just yet. He had a good standing here in Pitchthome and he didn't want to ruin it by being stupid.

Tradition dictated that only senior students would write on the board as the staff and faculty would not be able to do anything to them after that. It would explain how little was written as only a select few graduated from Pitchthome. More often than not students found themselves quitting before the first month was up.

But not Alois. He was determined that the last two years of his in Pitchthome would be peaceful before he would scrawl on that board to his hearts delight. And when he got to leave this place, oh the world would have to strap itself in because he was going to rule it.

Of course not a lot of people were enthusiastic about his wants to leave the Institution. Namely, his younger brother Luka who was only an incoming freshman. The kid still had four years of theatrical hell to go through and Alois somewhat pitied him. Weathering a storm was better done when with company, or so Alois assumed since that's the impression he got from all the people around him.

Don't get it wrong, Alois was friendly enough, he just didn't have what he considered bona fide friends. He found most people around him in class and a few underclassmen quite handy when he had problems but he never sought them for their company. He sought them for their usefulness and used them for his own benefit.

Some people were born to be stars while some people were born to watch said stars shine.

Alois was a star, and he would squash whatever and whichever pathetic bug believed otherwise. He felt it and he believed in himself even if people called him so many things when his back was turned. No matter, they would rue the day they thought to backstab Alois Trancy.

Sighing softly because thoughts of such idiots made his head ache, Alois moved away from the board and towards the quad. He had a group meeting with the student council and he wondered just what the group of teacher's pets wanted with him.

As he moved a classroom door opened followed by another. He smiled when he saw the freshmen move out. He never could recall if he'd been that small. He had always been a tall child standing quite proudly at five foot seven at the age of sixteen. He's pretty sure he hasn't had his growth spurt yet so he was expecting to push over five foot eight before his birthday which was two months away.

To his right, Alois smiled at one of the freshmen, waving his hand. Luka waved back, eyes a shade greyer than the blue of Alois shining quite happily. There was an air of ingenuousness around his brother that Alois would kill to keep. Nothing would tarnish Luka's innocence even if he'd had to fight tooth and nail to make sure of it.

Maybe it was the dreams that he got at night that bothered Alois to the point that he could not look at another person, more specifically a man without feeling the stirrings of heat in his gut. He wasn't bothered by it since he thought girls were plenty to look at as well, just not as compelling.

Left and right men had attracted his fancy and yet whenever he was with one he felt like something was missing, he felt that something wasn't quite right. His flings were never secret and his current partner at the time wouldn't miss the chance of flaunting their relationship to anyone and everyone who would listen. No matter how many of those pitiful boys he's been together with his value of being a rather illustrious student in the Institution he was still sought after because of said fame.

He didn't mind since it worked for him in the end. The attention that Alois craved was given and he got plenty of perks throughout the relationship even after he dumped the poor sods.

Still he felt incomplete.

Alois' thoughts circled back to his dreams. Perhaps they truly were the culprit that he sought blue eyes so cobalt and dark framed by similarly tinged blue hair that he knew was softer than silk. A voice would call to him as he slept, a low timber that had his knees going weak and shivers wrecking up and down his spine.

His dream-boy had no name, but oh how Alois wished he knew what it was.

"Glad you could meet with us Trancy." Oliver Sparks was the current student council president, a senior this year which was a bust since most of the students loved the brown haired and green eyed teen. Many would be sad to see him go.

Alois pulled out one of the quad's many chairs and turned it around. He sat down and leaned against the back of the seat that was now pressed against his front, smiling at the council. "Pulled me out of class so I owe you my thanks."

His response was followed by laughter and inwardly Alois wanted to roll his eyes. Attention was good, great even because he felt practically starved for it when he was at home, but when things were done automatically like people laughing at something that wasn't even supposed to funny, it sort of irked him.

Hurriedly covering up the glare that wanted to form on his face, Alois looked at the table in front of him that the council had migrated to and eyed the many papers and what seemed to be a blueprint. "What exactly is that?"

Oliver took charge, clearing his throat and pushing his glasses up his face. "Right, the PSAE has already scheduled the next couple of months and we're one of the designated home courts. We will be in charge of activities involving sets A and B."

Alois' spirit lifted at that. The Private Schools Association of England (or PSAE) was as stated an association of all the private schools willing to join in the activities held as friendly competition for all twenty four schools in their jurisdiction. Not a lot of schools indulged in these games as they didn't come quite so cheap. Alois himself was a rare spectator but to hear that their school was a chosen home court was quite a treat. The only times he got to watch was when he had been a member of the arts club and they had to perform "The Charge of the Light Brigade" for the entire association.

"As following previous PSAE events we will start off with all sports games namely basketball and volleyball." Oliver continued as he pulled out several pieces of paper and passed it around. Alois grabbed a copy of what he assumed was the schedule for the next couple of months and was glad he had been invited into this meeting.

Of course seeing as he wasn't an actual member of the student council, this begged the questions why and what exactly was he doing here. When he asked that in a more specific question Oliver had smiled at him. "I trust that you will be quite helpful when it comes to rounding up the best of the best to play into the games. You will act as their coach at some point Trancy. I've talked to the teachers and they agree with me. You're going to be a big help."

"Well," Alois had replied smiling. "Don't believe I can say no now can I?"

After that though he was quiet. Work was boring for Alois; he most definitely did not want to be a bunch of whiney brats' coach for the next couple of months. Lord knows he would keep his temper in check before he swatted one of the cretins. He hated kids, or generally people younger than him despite the fact that he acted like them.

Or maybe that was the reason why he hated them because he knew what it was like to be them. Clueless, airheaded, ignorant, innocent. Except for them they weren't acting that way, they truly were that way. If only Alois could be like them and not just act like them.

Oh how the world would spin differently if that were to happen.

Like the dreams, there was no rhyme or reason to some thoughts that went through Alois' head. It ranged from tear inducing dramas to some borderline of sadistic. Once he had thought of gashing someone's eye because they'd stared at the ridiculous outfit he had worn to school. At first he truly did want to gouge the kid but he'd taken a few deep breaths and after questioning the thought simply concluded that the kid was admiring his pale legs as so generously uncovered by his booty-shorts.

His fan base had increased tenfold after that day and purple definitely became his new favorite color.

"There's also the issue of a new student joining our school." Oliver had cut in as everyone was preparing for the meeting's dismissal so that they could at least make it to their last class of the day. "He was supposed to come this morning but certain circumstances found him unable to attend."

"Special." James Forcible, a student in Alois' year clicked his tongue as he rolled precious garnet colored eyes.

Alois agreed with him and was caught slightly off guard at such news since it was somewhere in the middle of the year. Whoever this person was must have been influential since he managed a swift and cleantransfer.

"Quite." Oliver nodded searching for what was probably the new kid's file. "Says here he has to have a personal butler with him at all times."

"Really special then." Tabitha Hamsworth drawled as she neatly plucked the paper from Oliver's hands. The council president glared playfully at his vice and fellow senior but returned to compiling papers as she took over reading the file out loud. "A Mr. Phantomhive, incoming sophomore and master of fencing and theatrical arts. Huh, got competition now Trancy?"

"We'll see." Alois laughed as cued but it sounded so hollow to his own ears he wondered if the people around him had heard it. The others continued to discuss Mr. Phantomhive but the mere name had brought Alois to his own thoughts again, learning to tune everyone and everything out.

He's heard it before; heck he's sure he's said it before as well. But when, where, and why… He just didn't know.

"You'll be seeing now." Oliver murmured as he straightened up and a welcoming smile made its way to his face. He was staring straight over Alois' head. "Hello, you must be Mr. Phantomhive. My name is Oliver and on behalf of the student body I'd like to welcome you to Pitchthome Institution for the Gifted."

Alois turned in his seat while Oliver had been talking and for a second he almost wished he hadn't.

"I want you Ciel Phantomhive. That's all there is to it."

There was a brief moment that Alois stared straight into such familiar cobalt and he felt his entire world swinging way out of axis. As embarrassing as it seemed to be Alois found himself staring at the ceiling as black bled into his vision and an itching sensation claimed his tongue.

What… what was going on?

AN: Well that was short. Huhhh. This is a Cielois fic. Basically it's Alois gets reincarnated whilst Ciel is still a demon. Much courting will be done XD

Thoughts thoughts? :D

EDIT: Proofread and BETA checked - 04/18/2014

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