Hi guys! This is a femCiel Phantomhive fanfic. I honestly think he's better off as a girl. Love this! Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji! This is a fictional work made by your truly.

Embarrassing. Disgusting. Completely humiliating.

These thoughts ran through Ciel's mind as she smiled playfully up at the older man. Thanks to Her Majesty, the Watchdog, instead of slipping into the shadows and performing the deed, was forced to dress up like a little doll and step out into the light, seduce the pathetic excuse of a Count of the underworld all because the idiot couldn't separate the Darkness from Light.

She gritted her teeth, but hid her anger behind a pretty smile.

Lord Vladimir blushed and entertained the thought of having a pretty little thing like this girl dressed in a soft pink dress and hat adorned with chaste, white flowers, splayed out beneath him on the silky sheets of his bed. That he could feel aroused because of a mere girl didn't alarm him; he enjoyed the younger of the opposite sex.

Lord Vladimir desired so much of the mysterious girl that hecouldn't help but pull her towards him.

"Would you like to be educated on something that one your age wouldn't know about yet?"

"But I am not some child. I am a lady," Ciel replied somewhat haughtily, then remembered herself and smiled again, trying to ignore the hand creeping lower down her back. "But it seems that in this case, I have no clue of this thing. Would you be kind enough to teach me?"

"It would be my pleasure."

He led the 'angel' out of the crowded ballroom and into his sleeping quarters, not noticing cerulean blue glaring at ruby red, making silent conversation.

Closing the door behind her, Ciel advanced on the man, pushing him onto the bed. She sloppily kicked her shoes off and climbed on top of him.

"My, and I thought that you knew nothing about this. You seem quite experienced... Ha! And yet I have no idea of what your name is." Lord Vladimir closed his eyes, expecting a kiss, or to be undressed by the beautiful youth.

Ciel smiled, and pulled the gun out from inside the many folds of her dress.

The all too familiar sound of the hammer cranking made him open his eyes. Open his eyes into the cold metal barrel of a handheld gun. "Wha-!"

"Franques Vladimir, of French and German origin," Ciel smiled coldly, speaking first in French, then switching to German. "You disgust me. Using your connections with Germany to betray Her Majesty, then riling up a girl of thirteen years, one whose name you do not know, for your own pleasure. You're a perverse rulebreaker. You deserve to die at my hands, Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Watchdog!"

A gunshot resonated throughout the room.

The shocked man stared at the hole in the wooden headboard, right next to his head.

"...Is what I would say had Her Majesty not wanted you captured alive. Sebastian!"

"What is going-"

"Yes, my Lady." Out of nowhere, a red eyed butler dressed all in black appeared.

"Drop the 'Lady'. I did tell you to call me 'Lord' in public." Ciel hissed at the demon. "Tie this pervert up. We're done here."

She got off the man, still pointing her gun at him. He started to move out of the way, but something about the look in the girl's eye made him hesitate.

"By the way, Her Majesty said that she wants you alive, but make one misstep, and I'm sure she'll trust me when I say that I had no choice." She smirked at the man.

"I-I didn't-"

"You didn't do anything? I find that difficult to believe."

The black butler turned the Count around and tied his wrists behind his back.

"Good. Now put my shoes back on. I may have broken them somewhere." Ciel sat down on a chair.

"Yes, my Lord."

Ciel bathed in the warmth of her bed, closing her eyes. Then she settled into another one of her bloody nightmares.

She was burning. She couldn't breathe. The fire. Her mustard gas. Her life seemed to play over again in her eyes.

"Young master, please wake-"

Before Sebastian could finish, Ciel had pulled out her gun from under her pillow and proceeded to point it at her butler, her eyes wild and her breath raving. She seemed to recognize him and slowly lowered the pistol.

Curling up, she wrapped her blanket around her and looked sullenly at the floor. "I want some milk. With syrup."

Bowing low, Sebastian replied, "Certainly, Young Master."

She let herself cry only when the demon had left the room.

So? Nice? Or not? Reviews are appreciated. Short, but I'm still trying to improve my writing skills. I want to finish a fanfic for once. This may or may not have an actual plot, buf I welcome suggestions! Thanks for reading!

-sentimentalintherain