Summary: Ciel has a secret, He is the latest reincarnation of Lord Uesugi Kagetora. Width memories of his past haunting his mind, can Kagetora finally find peace? Especially when his secrets find their way into the light.

Warnings: Yaoi, X-over, OOC! Ness, AU, Post OVA (MB)

Disclaimer: Don 't Own.

Chapter One

He couldn't breathe.

The large callous hands he knew so well were wrapped cruelly around his throat, cutting off his oxygen as their normally gentle owner pressed his lips to his chilled ones.

How strange really.

He couldn't hate anyone as much as he hated this man.

His vivid amber eyes softened as they stared into angry manic violet.

No, he really couldn't hate anyone as much as he hated the man in front of him and yet…

A broken smile crossed his lips as his lungs fought desperately for the oxygen they needed.

He couldn't love anyone more than he loved this man either. His heart and soul would forever be bound to him. His precious dog. Willingly bound to an unreachable master. His poor wretched beloved. So mad and driven by rage that it always ended this way for them. The hands around his throat tightened, insanity so clear in their owner's eye.

"Kagetora-sama," His assailant hissed spitefully. "Always flaunting your strength and tempting me with your beauty. Teasing me-"

"Naoe." Kagetora mouthed breathlessly, an involuntary whimper leaving his lips.

"Please…Naoe." 'End it, Beloved. Please.'

"No more, My Lord." Naoe snarled viciously, kissing him harshly all the while allowing his hand to tighten around his throat.

"No-

"Naoe." Kagetora choked out desperately, unconsciousness beckoning him into its cold embrace.

"More!" Spiritual energy exploded from the Naoe in a blinding wave of light sending Kagetora into unconsciousness.

The blond man sneered at him and threw his limp form to the ground.

"No more games, My Lord."

Ciel gasped sharply as he shot in bed, his heart racing as the dream continued playing in his mind's eye. It was a dream he was well used to by now, another memory from one of his past lives. He'd had been having them since he was old enough to dream and had gained his past spiritual abilities only months before creating his contract with Sebastian.

Of the lives he'd lived he had to say that other than his current one, his favorite life had been that of Takaya Ougi. During that life he had been able to slip past his beloved's barriers and although they hadn't been able to be together, he was still able to get closer to the man like never before. They weren't separated by social barriers and society's ranking structures. Unfortunately, they had yet to meet in this life. He was both dreading and yearning that particular meeting, his heart both wracked with pain and filled with love.

So lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Sebastian enter the room.

"Young Master, Are you well?"

The young earl jolted slightly, startled, before nodding at the demon, shoving all thoughts of Naoe from his mind. It would do him no good to focus on him now, not with how in tuned with his emotions Sebastian was.

"Yes. I am fine. Just thinking of things."

The butler raised an eyebrow, but gently placed a cup of tea in the young man's hands. "Things, Ciel?"

Ciel nodded absently, sipping the scalding liquid with practiced ease.

"Thank You. What I am I doing today?" He murmured and the demon chuckled watching his master place the glass back on the trolley delicately and stood.

"It is your birthday, Little Earl. Lady Lizzie is coming at noon to decorate the manor for the celebration tonight. Balduroy is ill as is Fanny so Tanaka has been tasked with greeting her. Also the Queen has requested our presence today at 10. She has a present for you, I believe after all it is your sixteenth."

The earl nodded once more, pushing a stray strand of his shoulder length slate grey hair behind his ear.

"Very well." He replied pulling a pair of form fitting black trousers from his wardrobe, as well as a white silk shirt and a long ink black waist coat. With a little bit of help from Sebastian he was completely dressed in only ten minutes and his hair was pulled back into a high tail via a dark blue ribbon.

Sebastian smiled at his little lord. "Come now, we must not keep her majesty waiting."

Rolling his eyes at the nickname, Ciel followed his butler from the room, ignoring the fact that his dream still lingered at the edge of his mind and that he could feel his beloved's hands sill around his throat.

The Queen was a beautiful woman.

Her long silver hair fell in elegant waves down her back, contrasting the gorgeous black gown clinging to her generous frame. Her sea green eyes were eternally sad but they held gained a small spark of happiness as she noticed their arrival. In her hands she held a long wooden box covered by a black velvet cloth. As always John stood beside her silently, his blue eyes stoic even as he nodded at them in acknowledgement.

"Earl Phantomhive! Happy Birthday, my dear." She greeted, kissing both of his cheeks.

Ciel gave her a small smile and brushed his lips across the back of her hand.

"Thank you, Milady."

"Come! Come sit and open your present."

She ushered him and Sebastian into a common room and gestured for them to sit before handing Ciel the velvet covered box.

He frowned inquisitively.

"Your present. Open it."

He sent her one more look before gently removing the velvet from the box. As he did so a rush of warmth shot through him and though he longed to shove the box away, he forced himself to undo the lock and open it. A shocked gasp left his lips and his heart began a rapid tattoo in his chest. The warmth from before returned filling him with its loving embrace and he smiled.

Inside the box was a long samurai sword and its sheath. The blade was pitch black with a dark green trim, acidic green "Veins" running up its sides. The hilt was sturdy and slightly worn with age, dark purple bandages wrapping around it. Over 700 years had passed yet still he knew this sword like the back of his hand. It still looked the same as it had when he last held it, no chips on its blade and sharp enough to slice though the hardest of metals.

"Hamon. (破門)" (1) He whispered softly, running his hand over the blade, unmindful of its sharp edges slicing into the delicate appendage. So long had passed since he had held his companion, his beautiful sword and now to hold it again made him feel like he was one step closer to being complete.

"You know of it?" The Queen asked breaking him from his reverie and his one visible eye snap up to pierce her with a slightly frigid stare.

"Yes. This is the blade of Lord Kagetora Uesugi, adopted son of the noble samurai Lord Kenshin Uesugi. It was forged during the Sengoku Period and was said to have been burned with its master upon his death."

Every one stared at him shocked watching as he gently slid the sword into its plain black sheath and placed it back into the box. The Queen was the first to regain her bearing and she slowly nodded.

"That is what is said, yes. I found it when I visited the ruins of Lord Kenshin's home during my last trip to Japan. I thought of you when I saw the Emperor gave allowed me to take it as a gift under the belief that it is cursed."

A small, dark smile crossed Ciel's lips and he caressed the sword gently once more.

"Thank You."

She nodded, before noticing that the hand caressing the sword was bleeding.

"Oh dear! John get me some bandages."

Sebastian shook his head and pulled a roll from his jacket.

"There is no need, your majesty. I have some."

Ciel frowned at him but held out his injured hand. "Sebastian, once we leave here I wish to go to the music store."

Sebastian frowned. "Young Master?"

"I wish to purchase a flute."

Once more everyone stared at the boy, this time incredulous. His hand was bleeding and he was thinking of a flute?! What the hell was wrong with this child?

Ignoring their looks, Ciel returned his gaze to Hamon, a pair of violet eyes flaring in his mind's eye.

Beside him Sebastian's frown deepened. Something was wrong with his master, and he would find out what.

He was tired.

Tired of the memories.

Tired of the masks.

Tired of pretending to lose his memories every single time he was reincarnated just to give his betrayal-ridden mind a rest from his beloved's cruel insanity.

Tired of this game of being both the victim and the perpetrator.

He was just so tired!

How does it feel to know that your loyal dog has turned on you? To be the one being hurt! Tell me, Kagetora-sama! Tell me how much you hate me! Tell me!"

The words haunted his psyche, the actions following the rage-filled declaration plaguing his dreams and oh dear sweet Kami-sama if it didn't hurt! A small wistful smile crossed his lips. At least he had done something right in this time. The second Sebastian devoured his soul he would be free, never to be reborn again. All he had to do was hold on a little bit longer, then, then this seven century game of cat and mouse would finally be over.

TBC…