A/N: Y'all I updated all the chapters. Will be posting the edited versions.

A/N: Hey. This is my FIRST EVER STORY...it kind of turned into a crack fic about what would happen if the Kuro characters were in a story based on the plot from Twilight DON'T STOP READING! Yeah...I know it's Twilightbut at least read the first TWO chapters (Although chapter one is just the beginning, chapter two is pretty solid) before deciding whether or not to write me hate mail about how much you hate Twilight. Let me know how it feels once you digest it. Write a review or two...keep reading when the chapters come out and such. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Well, you know how it goes. Kuroshitsuji isn't mine, and neither is the Twilight series. Have fun kids.

Chapter One:

The blazing sun sat indolently in the cloudless sky, cloaking all of Arizona in an intense heat wave. Ciel Phantomhive stood clutching a potted green cactus as he walked apprehensively over the scorching pavement towards his stepfather's car. The boy adjusted the black silk patch that rested over his right eye as the brightness around him illuminated his left iris. Dark strands of azure hair clung to his pale face and he could feel the sweat gathering on his t-shirt. Today was the day he would leave home forever. Before the boy got into the car, he took one last look at the astonishing desert scene before him; there wouldn't be anything like this where he was going. The stagnant air encircling his body seemed to playfully kiss his nose, tempting him to stay in Arizona.

"Guys, come on. I love you both but we have a plane to catch!" The voice of his stepfather broke him out of his reverie. His mother, Rachel, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then headed to the car, her blonde curls brushing softly against Ciel's chin. He slid into the back seat of the cramped car and gave his familiar surroundings one last glance before driving off to the airport.

Vincent Phantomhive drove silently along the drenched roadway, struggling to find words to ease the awkwardness of seeing his son for the first time in years. The irksome screech of the windshield wipers against the glass was the only sound in the vehicle at the moment. The lack of words mortified Ciel, and he couldn't help but question his decision to live with his biological father in the desolate rain plagued town of Forks Washington. Rachel was now adapting a nomadic lifestyle to satisfy her new husband's baseball career, and there was little room for a teenager in that equation. So, here he sat, staring idly out the window of his father's cop car, wishing desperately for the awkward journey to end.

Finally, Vincent shifted in his seat and adjusted the police chief badge that was pinned to his jacket. "Your hair's longer." The older man blurted. His own dark hair gracefully framed his young features. He looked no older than forty and was a mature carbon copy of his son.

Ciel stirred at the sudden articulation and replied coolly. "It's been a few years. You wouldn't expect it to stop growing just because you haven't seen me." With that, the teen returned to his place at the window and failed to notice Vincent's heaving sigh.

That was the extent of their conversation. Silence ensued as the pair continued to Ciel's new home.

Gravel crumbled under the weight of the cruiser when the two pulled up to Vincent's house. Ciel stepped onto the lot with his cactus in tow, memories flooding his mind of the summers he spent in the small white house as a child. It was the same as it was back then: a small, two bedroom home surrounded by an over abundance of green. As if the permanently gray sky wasn't enough, dark vegetation spread like an epidemic throughout the entire town and devoured the gray tones to form a vomit inspired color scheme.

Ciel sighed inwardly as his father carried his small suitcases up the wooden stairs. As they passed the only bathroom in the house, the teen noticed that there were no evident changes made to the house's interior. Even his room remained the same, excluding the fact that Vincent had purchased a king sized bed to replace Ciel's crib. Even the rocking chair his mother once used to settle him as a child was still resting between the royal blue walls.

"I wasn't really sure what you would want so one of the guys from work helped me out…" Vincent started as he placed the bags on the wooden floor. "You like blue, right?" He stared at his son's bright irises as he made the connection, but faltered as he caught Ciel rolling his eyes apathetically.

"Sure." Another bout of silence. Vincent stared around the room and rubbed the back of his neck nervously as Ciel unconsciously played with his hands. This was going to be a long year.

"Ok." The older man finally nodded and attempted to exit the uncommunicative atmosphere as fast as possible.

"Ugh, finally." The boy felt relieved to finally be alone, away from the scrutinizing eyes of his superiors and the programmed need to plaster a false grin on his face. He sank peacefully into the soft mattress, but was soon interrupted by a blaring horn outside his window. Vincent was outside leaning against an atrocious red truck, conversing with a rather large, leathery faced blonde man with beady eyes. "It seems that there is life on this planet." The boy sauntered down to meet the newcomers, shoving his hands into his jean pockets and thinking about how he had nothing better to do. When the dim light of the outdoors exposed him to the small crowd in the driveway, Vincent waved him over.

"Hey! You remember Arnold Trancy and his son Alois, right?" Gleaming white teeth formed an immaculate grin that complimented Vincent's already impeccable features. Ciel glowered at his father then glanced at the vaguely familiar visitor. The rotund man – or Mr. Trancy, as his father would want him to say – towered over him with a conceited scowl plastered against his saggy skin. The boy cringed at the sight of him. Of course, his father's oblivious happiness prompted him to extend a pale hand to the man in greeting.

"Hello…" Ciel's words barely escaped through clenched teeth as he attempted to smile, his small brows furrowing from the effort.

"Ah yes," Black eyes carefully examined the dark-haired child as putrid breath found its way to the boy's acute nose. "I remember you…" Arnold recalled as the slight cough from the younger boy went undetected. "And I'm sure you remember Alois." A ringed finger motioned lazily towards his son, a blonde boy a bit older than Ciel, who was engrossed in cleansing his fingernails with an expertly manicured thumb.

"Hello. I'm Ciel Phantomhive." He extended his hand cordially, but only to humor his father who was still grinning like an idiot.

"Hm. I know. " Alois' arrogance seemed to rival that of his father's, and something about the guy severely repulsed Ciel. The other boy ran a pale hand through his luscious blonde hair and then continued to clean himself, brushing invisible grime from his purple jacket.

"You too boys used to get along quiet splendidly when you were small." Arnold continued with a monotone droll.

Yeah right. Ciel found it hard to believe Mr. Trancy's claim as he stared at his complete opposite. The thought of getting along with a narcissistic, pouty blonde in booty shorts was unfathomable.

Vincent seemed to sense the tension radiating between the two boys and attempted to lighten the mood. "So Ciel, do you like it?" The slender man wrapped a muscular arm around the faded red truck. "Arnold sold it to me. I figured you'd need it."

If I needed something to help me become the laughing stock of Washington. Ciel sighed to himself, mulling over the fact that his current living situation was beginning to look worse and worse by the minute. "Thanks Vincent…you shouldn't have" You really shouldn't have. He thought as he eyed the dull maroon paint and the ripping pleather interior. Simply imagining himself driving such a contraption made him dread the first day of school. "So...what's the high school like? I'll be starting there tomorrow." The younger boy turned to face Alois.

Ciel was taken aback as Alois glanced at him and narrowed his striking blue eyes in irritation. "How should I know?" The blonde sighed and twirled a pale finger around a stray strand of golden hair. "I go to private school. My family's too rich to mingle with the likes of you."

Completely forgetting his ploy to act polite in front of his father, the boy openly sneered in disgust. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to acquaint Alois' perfectly upturned nose with his fist. Yet still, the thought of even touching the blonde prevented him from doing so.

A silent battle raged on between the boys, strings of silent profanities launching themselves between each glare Ciel gave Alois and vice versa. Finally, with the dignity of a child, Alois stuck out his bottom lip and turned on his heel. "I want to go home." He uttered as he snapped angrily towards his father. The older man complied without so much as a word of protest.

"Good to see you guys again." Vincent waved but received no reply as the blondes left. He then turned to his son, whose bright eyes were burning with hostility, and awkwardly placed a hand on the boy's tensed shoulder. "Ah, it's okay if you don't get along anymore. People change over the years." As he said this, he pictured Ciel as an energetic and joyous child, as he was the last time he was in Forks. Vincent took in the sight of the embittered teen next to him and sighed at how much Ciel had changed. That was his baby boy, all grown up…

Ciel caught his father staring at him as if he were about to cry or, even worse, hug him. So the teen took it upon himself to fake a yawn and stretch, skillfully willing his father's hand to casually drop as he did so. "Thanks for the truck. I'm going to bed now…see you tomorrow."

"Oh." Vincent shook himself from his trance to gaze up at the darkening sky. "Yeah I guess it's getting pretty late. Hey, don't be late for school tomorrow. You wouldn't want detention on your first day."

Ciel headed quickly up the stairs. "I won't. Goodnight!" He then slammed his door without waiting for a response.

The teen ran a hand through his dark hair then collapsed onto the equally blue bed. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and dialed a number as he stared into the darkness of his room, quietly waiting to hear the voice he needed the most.

"Hello?"

"Hi, mom."

A gasp was heard from the other line as Rachel realized it was her son on the phone. "Ciel, darling! How do you like Washington so far? Do you miss me? I miss you so much, kid! Oh it feels like it's been such a long time since I've heard your voice…" She continued to rant aimlessly through the phone until Ciel interrupted.

"I love it here, mom." He lied, biting softly on his lower lip as to keep the truth from slipping out. "I miss you too. "

"Great. I'm glad you do!" She paused as her husband called her over in the background. "Honey, I have to go. Apparently your stepfather broke the toaster again. Well, call me if you need anything I'm always here for you! Love you!" She called, making a sound that Ciel assumed to be a kiss.

"Love you too. Bye." The line went dead. Although the irritating feeling of wearing jeans to bed would have usually prompted him to change, Ciel crawled under the covers immediately as the weight of sleep pressed heavily against his eyelid. Tomorrow, he would have to prepare for the unexpected.

A/N: Edited the first chapter, 40 years later - please let me know what you think :)