Warnings: Terrible errors of all kinds that I didn't bother to correct and OOC (Out of Character).

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler.

Sebastian Michaelis, or rather Ambrose Hughes and his new contract, Cordelia Eldridge, were currently waiting for the a suspect of the Queen to come out.

The supposed suspect was hiding in a building in an alleyway in London, so Ambrose and Cordelia were waiting.

SLAM

Ambrose and Cordelia turned to find the source of the sound and found a man in his early thirties pointing a gun a them.

"I'll handle this! Ambrose, wait for my orders!" shouted Cordelia as she was running to the man with two swords in hand. She knocked the gun out of him.

"As you wish, my lady," said Ambrose.

Another man with long, red hair, glasses, and a chainsaw also came walking out of the building. His eyes were a strange mixture of green and yellow, and he had a huge mischievous grin on his face which showed his pointy teeth.

Cordelia was too busy fighting the man that was dodging her swords, so she didn't see Ambrose's shocked expression when he saw the man.

"You..." muttered Ambrose as he narrowed his eyes.

"My, my, it's been a while, hasn't it, Ambrose... or should I say, Bassy?" asked the man with the chainsaw.

"What?" Cordelia asked more to herself than Ambrose when she heard said man with the chainsaw say this while fighting the other man in front of her.

"You know this man personally, Grell?" asked the man as he looked up to him while fighting Cordelia.

"Ah yes, it was love at first sight," replied Grell as he sighed dreamily,"Actually this is the place where we officially met."

"Don't lose focus when you're fighting me!" exclaimed Cordelia, and she sent her sword through the man's abdomen.

"Agh! You bitch!" screamed the man. He fell to the ground holding his wound.

Cordelia walked up to him and held up her swords in order to finish him once and for all, but Ambrose grabbed her and moved her to the side. "Ambrose, why did you do that?" demanded Cordelia.

"It appeared you were far too engaged in disposing of the man and didn't notice that Grell was about to attack you," replied Ambrose.

Ambrose put her down and turned to Grell.

"Is this a new contract of yours, Bassy?" asked Grell with a raised eyebrow.

"That isn't any of your business, Grell," stated Ambrose, "and don't call me that. I don't refer to my previous master's name anymore.

Grell just ignored it, "You were so devoted to that brat back then, but maybe I can get to you this time since this is someone new. Although you don't have the same appearance, you are still quite attractive."

"Ambrose, can you explain yourself?" questioned Cordelia as she watched the interaction between the two males.

"I'm sorry, but that will have to be postponed for a later time. We need to focus on the main task here."

"Alright, you try to hinder him while I dispose of him."

Cordelia went to the man that still lay on the ground, and Ambrose and Grell started their fight.

"Oh, it won't be much later until she finds out," said Grell with a smirk as Ambrose dodged his chainsaw,"I came here for a reason. You changed, I know that for a fact. I can also sense it."

"May I ask what that means?" asked Ambrose as he threw a punch at Grell.

Grell's smirk only grew wider, "You know exactly what I mean, Bassy."

"Demon..."

"Ah yes, I recognize your voice. What are you doing here, William T. Spears?" asked Ambrose with narrowed eyes.

"I am here for the same reason as Grell," stated William the reaper as he fixed the spectacles on his nose with his weapon.

"Ambrose, I got him! Finish those two off!" ordered Cordelia.

"As you wish," said Ambrose as he put a hand to his chest and bowed as he kicked Grell in the face.

Ambrose grabbed Grell's chainsaw and lifted it up, "This time I will make sure I put this to good use before these matters get out of hand."

"Why the face? Stop it! Will, don't let him hit my face!" Grell cried out.

Ambrose was quick to react and was about to slice Grell's face with the chainsaw only to be stopped by William T. Spears once again. Perhaps he wasn't too quick.

"Abel Darcy, born August 25, 1875. Died September 18, 1899 at age 24 by three stab wounds made by a 16 year old girl," William read aloud out of his book, "He wasn't beneficial to the world in any way, so there's no point in keeping him alive. Grell, collect his soul. I will fight this demon."

Grell took on a more serious expression and tone, "I'll do that, but what do we do about the girl?" he asked.

"Leave her be for now, it isn't her time anyway. Our main focus right now is this demon," stated William as he prepared to punch Ambrose.

Grell nodded and walked toward Abel to collect his soul while William fought Ambrose.

"So you were only using this man to get to Ambrose? What exactly are you?" Cordelia asked Grell as he kneeled down and looked over the man's cinematic record to collect his soul.

"As cruel as it sounds, that is correct. It was his time anyway. As for us, there is no harm in telling you, so I will. We are grim reapers," he said as he stood up.

Cordelia scoffed, "Now, what are you two intending to do with Ambrose? You aren't possibly intending to kill him."

"Impatient aren't we? Yes, we are going to do just that. You see, before he was contracted to you, he went into a sort of rampage."

"Rampage?" Cordelia turned to Ambrose as he started to speak.

Ambrose delivered a roundhouse kick to William on the head. "So, you are intending to kill me?" he asked.

William landed a blow to Ambrose's side as he said, "Your type repulse me. If you did it once, there's no doubt you'll do it again. It seems your previous master cost many emotions to uprise from you, ones that creatures such as yourself shouldn't feel. Your little outburst caused the whole Dispatch Society to fix everything up. You killed pedestrians who weren't supposed to die and everything went into shambles."

Ambrose only glared at William as he dodged another one of his kicks.

Grell jumped in and knocked Ambrose to the floor. "How long I have waited for this moment to come. I can finally see you covered in the beauty of red!" he exclaimed.

"Tch," was all that came out of Ambrose's mouth as he tried to get up only to be stopped by William.

"You aren't getting up this time," he said.

Cordelia stared wide-eyed and shocked, "Ambr-"

It was all she could say before she saw William's weapon plunge through Ambrose's chest.

Grell Sutcliff moved off him and said, "Ah, how long I've waited to see your cinematic record. You're very vulnerable right now due to your previous master, so we can have access to your record very easily. I want to see your delicious life flash before all of us here!"

...

Everyday was a bore. All I did was hunt souls and steal them from humans bodies. None of them were ever very good. This went on for centuries.

One day when I was stealing yet another boring soul, I decided to stop this nonsense. I needed something worthy, so I went looking for a soul worthy of making a contract with.

More centuries passed, but I could not find anything worthy. I was very hungry, but I could last. That was when I heard it.

"Somebody, please, help me!"

Ah, the scent was so alluring. Everything about it was very desiring. It wasn't because I was hungry. This soul was like nothing ever before.

But then, it suddenly disappeared. I couldn't sense it anymore. "Oh my, I was looking very forward to this one."

I decided to just go somewhere else, but then I sensed it again, only louder, "There is no God. There never was, so why can't anybody just help me?!"

Now that I could sense it again, I followed it.

Once I reached my destination, I saw him. He looked so vulnerable and enticing, but he wasn't ready yet.

I decided then and there that I would do whatever it took to make that soul mine. It didn't matter how lowly I had to go because the moment I saw him, I knew that was the only choice.

"Help! Ple-"

"My, my, what do we have here?" I asked my soon to be meal.

"Us! Pick us!" was what I heard the obnoxious people who tortured this boy that was innocent mere seconds ago yell. They were like moths coming to a flame.

I just gave them one glance and turned my attention back to the boy, "What is your name, may I ask?" His eyes had a lifeless look to them and he wore a frown, but I knew he would be willing to give up anything to get what he wanted.

"Ciel," was what the boy said. "What are you?" it seemed he already had an idea of what I was.

"Me? I am a demon," his suspicions were confirmed.

"Now then, you have summoned me. If you wish to form a contract with me in order to save you, the gates of heaven will forever be out of your reach. Are you willing to give this up?"

"Don't ask such tedious questions and form the contract already. Isn't that why you came here in the first place? I order you to form a contract with me, and help me get revenge on the ones that set this whole thing up!" ordered my master.

"Yes, my lord. Where would you like the contract to be placed? The more exposed it is, the stronger our contract is."

"I don't care, do what you'd like."

"Very well then, my lord. This might hurt a little, so bear with me," I said as a put my hand over his right eye from his view. He closed his left.

I put the contract seal and he let out a scream. It was now in place.

When he opened his eyes I was in a human form. I needed to be in the form of someone he was looked up to or cared for deeply, so I took a similar form to his father's. I knew he was of noble blood, so I also took in the form of a butler. This was going really low for one such as myself, but it didn't matter to me as long as I had this particular soul.

"Young Master, what would you like me to do with these people?" I asked him as I turned around to those humans now yelling profanity at my master.

"Kill them all" was all he said.

And I obeyed with a hand to my chest, "Yes, my lord."

I also set the building to flames for my master's sake.

When I finished this chore, I picked up my master and took him outside.

I set him down when we arrived outside.

"Promise me these things: don't ever lie to me, never betray me, and stay by my side until the very end!" commanded my young master.

I was very shocked by his orders but obeyed nonetheless, "I never tell lies, Young Master. I will follow them to the end, even if they are difficult. That is the truth." My master was very naïve.

He seemed satisfied.

"I never asked you for your name. What is it?" he asked.

"My name is whatever my master wishes to call me by."

"Okay then, I'll name you Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis"

"Very well then. Was that the name of someone you cared for deeply?" I asked as I smiled.

"It was my dog's name."

I remained smiling. Brat.

"As the only Phantomhive left, I will do whatever it takes to live up to my parents expectations. I will also avenge their deaths. As the next Phantomhive heir, I swear."

I only laughed.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Well, you ordered me never to lie to you, but you seem to be quite the liar yourself, Young Master."

"Tch," was all he said.

I changed the subject, "My lord, where is your home located at?"

"..."

"Young Master?"

"... I don't know," he mumbled.

"And may I ask why that is?"

"I never went out a lot. I was sick many times..."

His parents could have let him out more often, but I shouldn't press the matter further.

"But my Aunt Ann works in at the Red House Hospital in London. She still must be there."

I carried him and took him there. We met his parents butler, Tanaka, and his aunt. Her name was Angelina Durless, but people nicknamed her Madam Red for her favorite color was red and her outfits were always red. Her hair was also naturally red.

"Ciel, I want you to have these. They were the only ones I was able to collect. The rest burned up in the fire," said Madam Red as she put both of her hands over one of my young master's.

"The Phantomhive rings!" gasped my master as Madam Red removed her hands.

"Please take good care of them, my dear nephew. These are the only remaining ones."

He nodded.

"Very well! I need to have a word with your butler. Go talk to Tanaka for now."

The Young Master left and Angelina sat down.

"I don't know where you came from or where you found my dear nephew, but please take good care of him. I'm sure he's been through a lot, and I need someone to guide him." This woman seemed to care deeply for the Young Master, but she didn't seem have many good intentions either.

I put a hand to my chest once again and bowed, "Yes, I will be with him... Until the very end."

After that, gave me the directions to my master's mansion and we left. She didn't seem too eager to see her nephew leave, but nonetheless, she let him go.

We arrived at his 'home', but it was destroyed.

"They seem to have made quite the mess," I said.

My Master just nodded and turned to walk to another direction.

"Young Master?"

He just walked past me and went into what looked like to be the Phantomhive cemetery.

There they were, Mr. Phantomhive and his wife, buried up.

My master kneeled down, "Mother, Father..."

That was quite the surprise, but I just let him be. After all he is still just a child. That was the first and last time I saw him act that way toward his parents. Something within me also sparked at that moment, but it was foreign to me. I just shrugged it off.

I went back to the mansion and put my hand to my chin, "This won't do."

I had and idea and when I was done, I went back to my master.

"Sebastian, we'll just find a hotel and stay there for the night."

"No Master, that won't do. Follow me."

He followed me and was shocked to find his mansion back together.

"Don't just stare at it, go inside. It is your mansion after all."

"How did you..."

"If I couldn't do this much for my master, what kind of butler would I be?" I said and winked at him.

We went to the bathroom and I fixed up a bath for my master.

"Ow! You idiot, the water is too hot. Do you expect me to take a bath in this?" he didn't sound very happy.

I smiled at him and asked, "Is it too hot? I'm sorry I will fix it." I am a demon, I don't know what hot or cold is.

I fixed it up and thought it was decent enough for my master.

He went in and said, "Leave."

"But why, Young Master? It is a butler's duty to bathe his master."

"I said to leave. I can bathe myself."

"Very well then.". I left the room and closed the door.

WHOOSH

I sighed. I knew this would happen.

I went back inside and saw him on the floor. It was quite amusing, to say the least, but he was starting to get on my nerves. He thinks he is independent, but he's not.

"Young Master, are you all right?" I asked as I helped him up.

"I'm fine. I just slipped, that's all."

"Here, let me help you with you bath."

"No, I don't need your help!"

That was the last straw. I grabbed his chin and angrily said, "Stop it. You may not want me to help you, but you need it. Now, stop being a brat and let me be the butler I am supposed to be!"

"Fine."

I took his bath and after that, we went to the dining room. It took me a few seconds to cook everything, and I came back to my master with a fresh dish and set it on the table.

He took a bite of his food and looked up at me, "Are you a fool?"

"Whatever do you mean, my Lord?"

"You make this food look appetizing, but it is only bland. The only thing I can taste is the hotness because it burns," he said as he threw a dish at my face.

"I apologize, I'll prepare a new dish right away," I bowed and left for the door.

He stopped me in my tracks, "You are here to be my butler as you said. If you're going to be one, do it right."

"Yes, my lord."

I left the room, but I felt the glare and heard him say, "Damn demon."

Brat.

It was time to take him to his bedroom and he fell asleep in my arms as I carried him up. Ah, such an adorable sight it was.

I chuckled at myself.

A few days later we went to Queen Victoria's palace for my master to inherit the heir as Phantomhive. A few people wondered why such a young boy would do this, but they didn't question it any further.

I waited outside the room, and when he came back, he stood with pride.

"It seems you've earned yourself quite a title," I was testing him.

"Yes."

"You have a mansion, the money, and even a lovely fiancée. That seems rather nice," his back was toward me as we walked, and I reach my hand out to him.

"Yes, you're right." I was less than a centimeter away from grabbing his shoulder and ending him.

"But!" He turned around. I backed away.

"That is not why I came back. I only have one goal: to eradicate the people who killed my parents and sullied the Phantomhive name. You will be there with me until the end!"

He really was worthy.

I bowed down, took one of his hands' in mine, and pressed my lips to the back of it, "Yes, my lord, until the end."

He stared down at me and said, "Good."

He turned back around and walked away.

He turns his back toward the light without hesitation. That figure that charges in the abyss at a dignified pace. How beautiful and foolish.

The next few weeks were him teaching me to be the perfect butler, and me teaching him the ways of a noble. I was very strict, but he did the same.

Two years later there was the Jack the Ripper case. It was quite amusing to see my master dressed up as a girl, and to add to that, we almost ran into his fiancée, Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford.

We thought we figured out it was the Viscount of Druitt, Aleister Chambers, but we were wrong. Although, he was responsible for selling prostitutes on the black market and was apprehended.

We finally figured out where the actual criminal would be located at if we waited, but we were too late because the victim died.

It wasn't a surprise with who we found out the criminal was; Madam Red and her butler, Grell Sutcliff. They were both on the suspect list.

Grell revealed his true form. He is a Reaper. I didn't like his attitude and obsession for me, but I endured it.

Grell and I had a physical fight, and Angelina Durless tried to kill her nephew.

She was about to when she hesitated, "No, I can't. He's my... She's my... This is my beloved nephew!"

Grell didn't give her a chance, and sliced through her body, "I'm so disappointed in you, Madam Red. I thought you were different, but you are just like all of the rest."

The Young Master just stared in shock, and Grell continued his fight with me.

I finally had Grell cornered, and was about to kill him with his own chainsaw until someone interfered.

"He wasn't supposed to be here. He is needed in the Dispatch Society. You cannot kill him."

"Well then, please tell him not to interfere with us anymore," was what I told the stranger.

"I am William T. Spears. I will be taking him for questioning, demon," he stated as handed me a business card. He wasn't happy to see me because he knew I was a demon, but we went our separate ways after.

I went over to my master. He didn't look too well.

I put my hand to his face to check his temperature, "Master, are you all right?"

"I'm just tired, that's all," he said, but he had a somber look on his face.

He stood up and almost fell. I was quick to catch him, but he slapped my hands away and glared at me. I knew it was because of the news he found out about his aunt, but there was something else.

I was shocked, to be honest. I was truly worried for him, more than a butler should be. I am not saying butler's don't really care for their master's. It is a butler's duty to do so in the first place, but it didn't feel the same as other times. I've had this feeling for the past months, but I didn't know what it was.

"Let's go home," he told me.

It was now five years later. My master was 17 years old.

My master still has those moments were he doesn't want anything to do with me. I know he doesn't know himself why that is, and I keep having these emotions I don't know about either.

Well, today was the day I figured out these peculiar things between my master and I.

Lady Elizabeth and her mother were coming over to discuss wedding plans with the master. It was near their wedding day, which would be the day my master turned 18.

"Ciel, I've missed you so. We haven't seen each other in weeks," said Lady Elizabeth as she walked in, curtsied, and hugged my master," and hello Sebastian." She's matured.

"Hello to you too, Lady Elizabeth," I said as I smiled.

"Sebastian, it's been such a long time and you still call me that? Please, call me Lizzie."

I nodded at her and greeted her aunt, "Good day, Miss."

She looked me up and down, "You still haven't learned have you?" She took a comb out and brushed my hair back. "The same goes for you, Ciel," she said as she did the same to him.

They discussed their wedding plans and after that, Lady Elizabeth's mother went to discuss business with Tanaka so Lady Elizabeth and my master would some spend time together.

They went out to the gardens to have tea and I followed.

"I am very excited for the wedding. Aren't you Ciel?" she asked as I pulled her chair out and she sat down.

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" he said as he put on a fake smile and I took his chair out as well. He still wore that frown of his, but smiled for the sake of his fiancée.

The Lady put on a more serious expression and said, "I really want you to be happy for our wedding. You always have a sour look on your face, and when I saw you today in quite a while, I've noticed that it has gotten worse. This isn't the first time I've noticed; it has been happening over the years. You aren't the same. You've changed. I don't know what caused your frown to deepen, but it has. If anything is wrong, please tell me. I don't want you to keep everything within you. I want you to rely on me."

My master and I were deeply stunned, but I remained stoic as I served the tea. I knew she was very observant, but I was still shocked because I didn't know she would notice such a small detail.

"Thank you, Lizzie. I know I will, one day," he said as he truly smiled, but only for a second. I knew what he said was a lie, but it kept her satisfied.

Lady Elizabeth also smiled and said, "Good. I hope I earn all of your trust someday. I love you, Ciel."

This truly shocked us both. My master choked on his tea and I dropped the sweets I was serving them both.

We both stared at each other because that was when the both of us realized the truth.

"M-Master, are you all right?" It wasn't like me to behave this way.

"Yes, I-I'm fine, Seb-Sebastian."

We were in love.