Sebastian Michaelis. A young man of age 21. He graduated from university the age 18. Amazingly high intelligence quotient, social quotient, and emotional quotient. Current occupation, doctor in the underground hospital. He was attractive enough to easily get the most of the ladies to fall on his feet. He has a quiet, smooth, calming demeanor and very polite. Jet black hair, red ruby eyes, and snow white skin.

Ciel Phantomhive. A boy of age 14, often mistaken for 12. Currently enrolling into university with a full scholarship despite of his age. Incredibly high intelligence quotient, but less than average emotional quotient and social quotient. Orphan with deceased parents. Charcoal blue hair, deep blue eyes and snow white skin. Also very attractive. Easily annoyed, but calm. Very logical. Holds himself in a high manner. Has ties with underground.

Ciel POV:

The cool air. It brushed my hair back from my face. I'm cold, so cold that I'm shivering. With everything I'm wearing, I am still shivering. I have on black gloves, black pea coat, black turtle neck sweater, black scarf, black jeans, black hat, black socks, and black shoes on. Everything is black.

I like the color black. In fact, it makes my job easier. Black conceals mostly everything. Most of all, it conceals blood the best out of any other color.

I am sweating. I thought I was cold. I'm shivering and I'm sweating. Interesting.

My health was always terrible in the past, but my body should be able to bear it now. I walk a few more steps forward. The next step gets slower and heavier to take. My feet are moving at snail pace. I would never get to my next appointment like this... which is two days from now.

...

The world is spinning. My ears are ringing. I'm panting. My arms are shaking. My stomach is coiling. I can't feel my fingers and feet anymore. My eyes are going in and out of focus. My chest is caged. Things are going out of proportion. My head feels heavy.

Thud.

I see the sky. Gray and overcast, not very appealing. My vision is going fuzzy. The world is still spinning. Bright colors appear in my vision and my head feels a throbbing pain as my tongue goes numb. My eyelids go heavy… As usual. A nap sounds nice. Nobody would care if I slept here... would they?

Sebastian POV:

Cats. Where are those cats? Cats. Cats. Cats. Finally. I pick up the box of kittens. As cliche as it can be, it was left outside in the cold alone and the one person to take notice of them are going to take them in and feed them. I won't be that person. However, I feed them and I get up to leave. I walk down the cement sidewalk of the park.

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How do I explain this predicament? I am standing in front a giant mass of black. The face is not visible. Very intriguing. I peel down the scarf out of curiosity. Who knows… It may be a cat. No. It's not a cat. It's a mere boy about the age of 12? No, 13. May be 10. He may even be 16. Meh. He's sweating and shivering and he looks fairly green. I might as well take him home, he would look good with cat ears and all... The pink hello kitty pajamas that Grell gave me would suit him enough.