Hellooooo ^_^ This a fan-fiction written by myself and a friend, my friend writes Ciel, and I write Sebastian. We both fill in the other characters when needed. I'll be doing this on the side while writing 'That Butler, a father. That Master a son.' Please take into account take we may be a little OOC especially with Sebastian, because he's meant to have child-like behaviour. As for the plot we just role with what comes into our heads...including YAOI. Oh yes, there is Yaoi and Shota. Obviously the pairing is Ciel X Sebastian, and if you hate don't read, simple.
Disclamer: My friend and I do not own Kuroshitsuji, if we did it would be dream come true and we would both fight over who gets Sebastian.
Please enjoy, fav, and review!
Rushed footsteps echoed through the halls of the Phantomhive mansion. The house of one Ciel Phantomhive, aged nineteen. The maid of the house Maylene burst into Ciel's study. "M-master!" she stammered quickly, almost tripping over.
Ciel turned slowly in his chair and placed the papers that he held limply in his hands upon the desk. "What's the emergency, Maylene?" He let out a sigh.
Before she went to speak there were several loud noises coming from the kitchen, followed by shouting. "There's so-meo-ne bre-ak-ing in m-m-as-t-e-r!"
Ciel immediately stood up (quite shocked that for once it was a real emergency), snatched his gun from the top drawer, and walked swiftly out of the room. "Where, Maylene?"
"So-un-ds l-ike th-e kit-chen!"
He walked briskly passed Maylene, loading his gun, and heading straight towards the kitchen. He stood next to the doorway and listened intently for a few seconds.
"Bard! Put the gun down! Please!" Finny wailed standing up his arms spread wide, protecting something.
Bard clenched his teeth. "That thing was going to make off with master's dessert!"
"He's not a thing Bard-san! He's a child!"
Ciel sighed for the second time, and swung around the doorway, making his presence known in the kitchen with a click of his gun. "Bard, Finny, move".
"M-master!" Finny cried, "Please wait! He's-"
"I'm not going to blow his brains out without reason, although breaking into my home should be reason enough for me to do so." He stepped forward to finally get a look at the intruder as Finny shuffled to the side.
It was a boy of around thirteen; he was quite tall for his age and also quite thin. His pale white skin contrasted with his shiny black hair. However the one aspect of the boy that stood out was his blood red eyes.
Ciel put one hand on his hip and examined the boy's body. His porcelain skin was tainted with dark purple bruises and faint cuts, and his calm but fierce glare did not change. He tilted his gun away from the boy. "Please explain to me what you're doing in my house."
The boy didn't respond; he looked around for an exit.
Ciel let out an impatient groan, and quickly snatched up the boy's collar. He really couldn't stand children. "I recommend that you do not run away, or you may be leaving with a hole in your forehead."
The boy's eyes started to glow and he raised his hand. Before the hand got pass his chest, it dropped back down and the boy fainted.
The room fell silent. Ciel brought one hand up to his forehead and cursed inwardly. He couldn't very well kick him out now, nor did he trust the police to take care of such a young boy. With a third and final sigh, he made his way out of the room.
"Maylene, prepare a room. Bard and Finny, take him there." Ciel was very pissed at the idea of generously lending a room out to an intruder, but even so; He didn't want to abandon the boy.
"Yes master!" they shouted in chorus and did their jobs.
Around twenty minutes after the panic, Ciel walked silently from his study and into the room with the sleeping boy. He watched as Maylene took the child's clothes out to be washed, then scurried back in with a small basin of water and a cloth. "...H-he has a h-high f-f-fever m-m-aster..." She said. Ciel sat in a chair across the room and nodded, took out a book, and let Maylene do her job.
Later on in the night after Ciel had left Sebastian woke up and looked around the new room.
The room was elegant, he could tell even in darkness, and the whole house was silent.
"Pathetic." The boy shook at the familiar voice. A tall, black haired man stood hanging from the ceiling about the bed. "I give you many chances, Sebastian, and this is how you repay me? You flee like a coward, and not only do you run, but you hide in some human English nobles mansion. You should be ashamed of yourself."
Sebastian tried to stop his body from shaking but he couldn't. He knew he should have kept running.
"You knew I could not take on three adult demons at once, let alone one adult. I could have died, but like you would care." Sebastian gave Claude the best glare he could.
Claude jumped down and swiftly pulled Sebastian up by his neck. "You're a disgrace. Lately I've been thinking that I can do nothing more for you but end your life."
Sebastian tried to pry away the hand that constricted his neck, but failed.
Claude glared up at him with hate in his eyes. "Understand, Sebastian that you can never hide from me." His attention was drawn to the doorway as he heard the door handle click, and within a flash.
Sebastian was dropped onto the bed, gasping for air, and Claude was nowhere to be seen. Sebastian buried his head into the pillow and focused on calming himself down. The young demon hated that he had such human emotions and he sighed.
The door creaked, and Ciel peered into the room to check that his 'guest' hadn't left in the middle of the night. He walked in and shut the door quietly behind him, carrying a small candle-stand. He approached the bed, and placed the candle on the bed-side table. "Excuse me," he whispered, rolling over Sebastian to check that his fever had gone down.
Sebastian jumped back off the bed, his eyes wide in fear. He paused and let out a relieved sigh, yet didn't move.
Ciel stayed in the same place. "Aren't you supposed to be sick?" He smirked, then leaned across the bed and offered a hand to Sebastian.
Sebastian stared at the human's hand doubtingly. He was unsure whether to take hold or not. Although this human hadn't shot him earlier. Slowly, Sebastian moved his hand out and took hold of the human's.
Ciel pulled him back onto the bed quickly and tucked the covers around him. He felt the boy's forehead with the back of his hand, and then swept his fringe to the side. "Are you thirsty?"
Sebastian looked up and nodded.
Ciel stood up and turned to the door. "A man of my status caring for a child like some kind of nanny...How laughable." He snickered, and exited the room, leaving Sebastian looking confused. As Ciel carefully made it down the stairway in complete darkness (because he left the candle behind), he stepped cautiously towards the kitchen. After bashing his knee about three times and walking into a wall, he finally reached the sink.
The demon looked at the candle and raised one of his hands by the flame. He closed his eyes and concentrated on making the flame bigger. Slowly the flame started to grow in brightness and size. He smirked at his success, however as soon as he lost his concentration. The flame returned to normal. Sebastian growled annoyed with himself.
Ciel returned with the glass of water (half-full since he spilled most of it on his way back), and shut the door. He passed the glass to the boy and then pulled up a chair next to the bed. He crossed one leg over his knee and leaned back. "What's your name?"
"Sebastian..." he muttered and sipped the water.
Ciel leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbow on one knee. "I am Ciel Phantomhive, I am the owner of the Funtom Company and this is my home. Now, tell me, why are you here?"
"I was running away."
Ciel raised an eyebrow. "Running away? From what?"
"My, adoptive father."
Ciel paused, but decided not to probe any further and cause tension between them. He stretched his arms out and glanced over to the candles flickering flame. "I see. Are you feeling any better since yesterday?"
Sebastian nodded in agreement and finished the glass of water.
Ciel stood up in silence, picking up the candle and turning to face the door. "You're welcome to stay here until you've recovered." He glanced over his shoulder at the raven-haired boy. "Good night." He closed the door behind him, and returned to his room.
Sebastian stayed awake for the rest of the night, keeping a look out for Claude.
The next morning, Ciel was woken by the irritating screams and shouts of the Phantomhive servants. Although it was still early, he decided to start his day immediately, since he had alot of work to catch up on (and not to mention a mysterious boy staying in one of his guest rooms). He shrugged on his clothes and waited for his head to adjust, then walked to his study.
As Ciel was heading to his study, he soon came across Sebastian, who was still dressed in his nightgown. Sebastian saw Ciel and stared at him with his blood red eyes.
The taller glanced at other with heavy eyes, and smoothed out his hair with his hands. He yawned quietly and then spoke. "Why are you awake?"
"Most likely the same reason as you." He said hiding the fact he had stayed awake the whole night. It was half true; the shouting had made him get of bed.
"...Ah." Ciel said, turning his gaze towards the cries and crashes from downstairs. "Breakfast should be prepared soon." He began walking away. "Until then, do as you please; unless you steal anything, or cause more damage to my home than my servants do, you should be fine. I've got work." He said, waving a hand of dismissal. He could feel those scalding eyes burning holes through the back of his head.
Sebastian decided to go to the centre of the chaos and headed into the kitchen.
Maylene, Bard, and Finny glanced up at Sebastian in the doorway. The entire kitchen was a mess; there were shattered plates and glasses strewn on the floor, charred food was slowly making its way down the walls, and the whole oven area looked like the aftermath of an explosion. Simply put, because it was.
"Ah! You're awake!" Finny said, leaping at Sebastian.
"OI! Watch it Finny, that guy's a thief!" Bard growled, tugging Finny backwards.
"B-Bard! Don't s-s-say such things! He's s-sick!" Said the maid, adjusting her shattered glasses on the brim of her nose.
Sebastian took a quick step to the side to dodge the gardener. "It's fine, I feel better. Perhaps I can help to redeem myself?"
Bard let out a ticked 'Tsk' and turned to carry on with whatever he was attempting to do, while Maylene just beamed a smile. "I-I don't really kn-know what y-y-you c-could do...W-we're fine!" She turned to begin cleaning the mess, but fell flat on her face.
"What are you trying to make?" he asked looking around at the mess.
"Brat, isn't it obvious?" Bard gestured his hand to a few bowls of sludge, receiving a very blank stare from Sebastian. "BREAKFAST!" He yelled, lighting his cigarette.
"That to me looks like anything but breakfast." Sebastian walked over to an area and quickly cleaned it. He rolled up the sleeves of his nightgown. "Could someone get me some eggs, salt, flour, milk and butter?"
"Listen here, you-"
"BARD!" Maylene interrupted. She quickly, and as carefully as her clumsy self could, brought the ingredients to the boy. Bard hissed and sat down on a chair, leaning back against the counter.
Sebastian nodded at the maid and then searched round the room for a clean and not broken bowl.
"W-W-We'll start c-cleaning!" Maylene pulled Bard and Finny with her out of the kitchen to gather some cleaning equipment, and Sebastian was left in a horribly defiled, yet blissfully peaceful room.
Sebastian smirked and then rushed throughout the room using his demon speed. He decided in his head that the three servants wouldn't get the room cleaned if they tried. So, he ripped the sleeves of night gown and cleaned the room himself within seconds. Next, he checked the stove to see it was working. Then he finally got to work on breakfast.
With the servants...
All was not well.
"What's that brat able ta' do that I can't! I'm the CHEF for god's sake!" Bard huffed. Maylene rooted through the cupboard of supplies, while Bard and Finny stood patiently in the hallway.
"Bard, don't worry~ We can be friends with him!" Finny giggled and hugged onto Bards arm, momentarily cutting off the circulation.
"Get'off me! I don't want to be friends with some sodding thief who broke in las' night!"
"Bard leave him alone~ He's just a boy!" Finny whined. They heard a muffled 'GOT IT' and the whole equipment cupboard came tumbling down on Maylene.
Ciel rose from his chair, and with his first sigh of the day, prepared to murder his 'trained' staff.
By the time it had taken for the servants to return Sebastian had laid out breakfast. Today's breakfast was crepes. It was simple and easy, but probably not refined enough for the Earl. However it would just have to do.
The servants stood gob-smacked in the doorway. It took mere seconds for that silence to crumble, though.
"UWAAAH~!" Finny's eyes sparkled in awe. "It's magic!" He laughed happily.
Ciel slowly approached them in silence.
Sebastian turned round to face them and just stared, silent.
Ciel cleared his throat, standing behind his servants, looking as regal and not amused as usual.
"M-master!" They all chorused in shock.
Ciel glared at them. "Is there a problem?" He said, peering over their shoulders, and locking eyes with Sebastian, who was practically bathing in the kitchens new-found radiance. Ciel stared back.
The boy gestured to the plates on the side, "today's breakfast is crepes. I made enough for everyone."
They stood in silence, gathered in the doorway.
Maylene flashed back into reality. "I-I'll go set the ta-"
"No need. I just want to eat." Ciel said. Everything Sebastian had prepared looked beautiful, and although he wasn't prepared to show it, Ciel was quite ready to pounce onto the counter and devour it all like a ravenous dog. But no, that was not going to happen.
"You prepared all of this yourself? And cleaned this filthy kitchen, no less?"
Sebastian nodded, biting back a smirk.
Ciel contemplated his choices. Now he'd seen this, he definitely wasn't willing to let the boy leave his mansion. Sebastian had done two of his servants jobs, better than they ever have, might he add, and was now offering Ciel the most appetising thing he'd ever seen spawned by this kitchen.
"You...Are you looking for a job?"
"I will do anything to stay away from my adoptive father. If that includes a job, then so be it."
Ciel held back his urge to laugh, and stared into the boys smouldering eyes. "Then you're hired." The staffs' jaws hit the floor. "Follow me to my study." He began to walk away, staring longingly at the food upon the counter, but refusing to show just how hungry he was. He waved his hand for his servants to clear out of the doorway.
Sebastian followed behind the Earl, slightly annoyed at the fact he had not eaten what he had prepared.
Ciel closed the door behind them, and sunk back into his chair. Sebastian pulled up a chair and sat infront of the desk. "So..." Ciel said, taking his papers from the desk and shoving them into a drawer, "...I don't want to know about your past. I'm not going to cause you any discomfort by asking for it. Just tell me your full name, age, and what you feel your strengths are." Ciel was increasingly interested by the child, but didn't want to let him know that. He was starting this off slowly.
One the first rules that his adoptive father had told him was never to lie, so he never did. "Sebastian Michaelis, aged thirteen." His age wasn't a lie, it was his human age and that was Ciel was requesting. "As for strengths, I have many, as for weaknesses. I have none." Human ability wise, of course.
Ciel paused. The boy seemed very confident in himself. "Oh? Is that so?" Ciel said, glancing over the boy's body. "I'm offering you a place to stay, free food and reasonable pay. Are you willing to start work immediately as my head butler?" Ciel's lip twitched up into a cunning grin for a split second, thinking about all of the ways he could tease Sebastian. 'I'd like to see some proof as to where this confidence comes from' he thought.
Sebastian went onto one knee, lowering his head, right hand over his heart. "Yes, my lord."
Ciel looked down at him. He snickered and covered his mouth. "Well, now that that's sorted," He twirled his chair away from him as Sebastian raised his head, "I'll call in a tailor and have some clothes made for you."
Sebastian stood up, "what should I do in the mean time?"
Ciel thought for a while about how he could put him to use, but the silence was quickly broken by an angry, empty and very loud growl from Ciel's stomach. "...Bring me something to eat." He shrunk a little into his chair.
"Anything in particular?" the now appointed butler asked.
"Anything that isn't made by the chef." He retorted.
Sebastian smirked and headed towards the door. "As you wish."
Ciel turned his chair back to the desk once Sebastian had left, and once he was sure they had some distance, he went to his room where he had last used the phone. Ciel waited patiently as the phone rang, and the finally connected. "Ah...Nina..."
Ta-da~ I do love writing Sebastian owning the other servants and Ciel. Part 2 will be up shortly!