Notes:

I have never published a story before. This will be my first. It was a whim and I wanted to see if anyone liked it. I'm not really sure where im going with it so I could possibly not continue it. If a lot of people like it though, I just might have to. :P I have read many of the stories and I thought I would finally give it a try. Please tell me what you think. Thanks. Oh and I dont have a beta.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

Prologue: Phoenix Ashes

Chaos. Everything around seemed to be in chaos. England was burning and people were dying. Screams rose from all around. Flames licked the earth and devoured everything. Wood crackling and stone slabs crashing to the ground echoed. The dying cries rung in tune with the cries of the living. The galloping of horses thundered as they neighed and plowed through obstacles to escape. Dogs trapped inside howled and cats yowled and screeched. People pushed and shoved, uncaring about those that are hurt in the process of their selfish escape to safety. Panic was the disease that infected everyone and it spread so easily.

At the end, a new beginning will appear. The people will rebuild and start anew. Their home will be like the Legendary Phoenix, from the ashes will it be born again. When it all ends.

Far away from there, in a secluded area surrounded by crumbling ruins and overturned rocks, it was peaceful and quite. The trees were silent without the wind and the only thing that disturbed the peace was the water lapping against the gondola. In the middle was a stone bench with delicate but strong vines twisting around it, coming up from behind. The ruined stone floor was thriving with life, plants and moss peaking up through the cracks. A black bird was perched atop the stone wall that enclosed the area. It was ironic, there was so much life and it was to be his final resting place.

"The rest of my soul is yours," he responded from his seat on the bench. He was a young boy that had beautiful blue-green hair. One of his most interesting features was his eyes. One of them was Persian blue and the other, hidden behind an eye patch, was an amethyst color that had a design in it. It was most breathtaking when it was uncovered and glowing. His blue suit was stained a ugly brown color, it was the color of dry blood.

He leaned up against the back and stared ahead at the one he trusted for everything, even his soul.

"As expected from the Young Master. You're kind." The man's voice was like silk and without mockery. He was wearing a black suit with white gloves, the perfect outfit for his profession, a butler. Pitch black hair fell into his rufous eyes. He, along with his master, was covered in blood. Crusted blood dried around the rips and tears in his sleeve. The sleeve was empty where an arm should have been. The man stared intently at his master.

The master moved his eyes to the ground; he didn't think that he was kind. It was just what they had agreed on after all. He would fulfill his end of the bargain. It was a deal that didn't involve any emotions, except revenge.

"Will it hurt?" The master lifted his hand and touched his right eye, the feeling of leather caressed his fingertips.

"Yes, a little." The butler continued, "I'll keep it as gentle as possible…."

"Don't," the master interrupted, "Make it as painful as you can. Carve the pain of my life, into my soul." The butler inhaled sharply and then smiled understandingly. He bowed down to the ground and softly responded.

"Yes, my Lord." The master lidded his eyes. Hidden inside anguish and grief could be seen. This was the last time he would hear his butler voice those words.

His butler stood up, sliding his glove off with his teeth. It dropped to the ground forgotten and he stepped forward. His palm slide across his master's face and to his eye patch. He gently slipped it off and that too fell forgotten to the ground.

Ciel, the master that will soon no longer be. Sebastian, his butler that will also no longer be.

Ciel stared up into his butler's intense swirling red eyes, his true deathly alluring eyes. Ciel's blue eyes glinted with emotions, many that he couldn't bring himself to name, especially at this moment. Sebastian leaned close to his face with a smile spread across his face.

"Then, Young Master…" he whispered and Ciel closed his eyes, waiting for it to begin. Ciel felt Sebastian tilt his head to the side and tried to keep the shiver too himself when his butler's breathe brushed against his neck. Sebastian chuckled and licked a spot on his neck.

"Why are you…I said as painful as…" Ciel was interrupted by a burning pain on his shoulder. He gasped sharply and moaned. The fiery pain spread throughout his body. Lungs desperately took in as much as they could. It was not enough. The light was fading from his sight.

Ciel struggled. He did not want to faint like a little weakling.

"Sleep, Young Master." Ciel was tenderly lowered until he was laying flat on the bench. "I'll be waiting."

It was the last thing he heard before the darkness closed in.

Note: some lines are borrowed from the anime