This AU/OOC story is brought to you by me with the overall plot idea from Kéké Liloula, one of my readers and friends from Facebook. Depending on the circumstances, this is not a One Shot.

Chapter 1: Tragedy

A shattering glass was heard and the sleeping young man in the house woke up violently. Amidst the darkness, he turned his eyes from side to side frantically. It sounded like a window. Had someone break into the house? Why hadn't the alarm gone off?

Grimacing, he got out of bed. Apparently, his parents hadn't return from work yet. He tiptoed to the door, his hands clenched on his sleepwear shirt. Opening the door slightly, he peeked out. More than one person had gotten inside with how many footsteps shuffled around downstairs. He took a deep breath and stepped out of the room. The phone was at the end of the hallway, seated on a small cabinet. Unfortunately, it was in front of the staircase, so he could be seen from downstairs if he wasn't careful.

"I can do this," he told himself quietly as he walked along the hallway. His heart beat faster as the intruders in the house seemed to search the house. Once he reached the phone, he picked it up and called the police. "Come on," he whined.

"911. How may I help you?" a woman responded.

"My name's Ciel Phantomhive. A group of robbers just broke into the house. There are two or three of them in here," he whispered quickly, glancing down the stairs. "I live in the fifth avenue, last house to the right. Please hurry!"

"Officers are heading your way right now. Can you please stay in touch, sir?"

"I have to leave the phone, but I won't end the call. I have to hide," he told her and gently placed the phone down on its side. If they didn't hurry, he had no idea what these people were capable of doing to him.

"Hey, there's someone here," a man shouted and pointed up at Ciel.

Gasping, Ciel ran back to his room and locked the door. He took a few steps back, panting. Loud stomps soon reached the door and the door handle turned. Ciel whimpered and looked around. He couldn't jump out the window, and his bed was too close to the floor for him to hide under it. Furthermore, his closet was full of clothes and there was no space for him inside.

A loud, strong pound bent the door slightly. Ciel ran to a corner and crouched behind a chair—Not that it would make much difference. He wanted to at least delay the inevitable. Another pound on the door broke the lock. Four large men rushed into the room and searched for the young man.

"Here he is," one of them said, walking over to the chair.

"Let's make sure he keeps his mouth shut," another one said.

Ciel trembled, his eyes widened, the sound of his thumping heart reverberating to his ears. Once the chair was moved away, he looked up. "P... Please don't hurt me," he begged. His upper arm was grabbed and he was yanked away from the corner, making him yell out.

The leader of the robbers approached Ciel. "Make sure you don't forget not to tell too much on us." He punched the young man's abdomen. "Aw, I'm sorry. My fist slipped." He laughed at Ciel coughing and gasping for air.

Ciel wrapped his arms around his waist and fell to the side, tears running down his cheeks. "Plea—" he was cut off by a kick to his back. He screamed in pain and squirmed on the floor. All of a sudden, the four men surrounded him and kicked and punched him mercilessly. All Ciel could do was curl his body and wait for them to stop. Soon, he became numb physically and mentally.

Ciel slid his eyes open at the sound of sirens. The men around him panicked and quickly left the room. Fortunately, the front door was busted open and shouting officers entered the house. Finally back to reality, Ciel closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift away.

Distressed calls bothered Ciel until he opened his eyes. As he'd expected, he was in the hospital. Flashbacks of what happened flooded his thoughts. He tried to talk, but his ribcage hurt almost unbearably. He turned his eyes toward the exit, where his parents talked with the doctor in complete worry. His mother, Rachel, looked over her shoulder and gasped once she noticed Ciel was awake. She gripped her purse and ran over to his side.

"Ciel, we're so, so sorry for leaving you at home alone with the alarm off," she said quickly and looked at her husband, Vincent, hurrying toward them. "Dear, you have a couple of broken ribs. The doctor said that your body is full of bruises, but you'll be fine."

"We're never going to let you stay home by yourself," Vincent said with a warm smile. "We know you're eighteen, but you need someone to be there for you when we're not. I apologize, son, it was our fault those robbers entered the house and you had to call the police instead of hiding. Once we get home we're going to call someone capable of protecting you."

Ciel stared at them. Were they going to hire a babysitter for him? He tried to shake his head, but his entire body hurt. What were they thinking? All they had to do was buy something so he could protect himself and turn on the house alarm. Getting a dog would be helpful as well.

"I ran the tests and you are free to go," the doctor told his patient. "You have to rest at home for two weeks, and then come here so we can check how you are doing. You suffered a small concussion to your head, which was caused by a kick, so we have to keep an eye on you. Because of your ribs you will have to use the wheelchair for a while," he explained, a notepad in one hand and a pen on the other.

"We'll take him home, then," Rachel said and stepped aside so a couple of nurses could sit her son in a wheelchair. "Oh my, Ciel, I'm really sorry." She joined her hands to her chest, watching the painful state in which Ciel was in.

"It hurts so much," Ciel managed to say. A box of pills appeared before him and he looked up at the doctor. "If you have these for me, why didn't you give them to me earlier?"

The doctor chuckled. "It would most probably be different ones, and you would have to take them... anally." He grinned at Ciel's stare. "Take one pill every eight hours. You have to eat before taking it, okay?"

"I get it," Ciel muttered and took the box. "Now I need something to eat." He would make use of the wheelchair, but his ribs wouldn't allow him. "Can someone take me out of here already instead of just looking at me?"

"I'll take you," Rachel volunteered and pulled the wheelchair to the exit. "Let's go, Vince."

"Thank you, doctor," Vincent said as he followed his wife. "We will be here in two weeks." He rested his hand on Ciel's head. "How are you feeling besides hurting?"

Ciel shrugged slightly. "I just got the greatest beat up of my life. I feel amazing," he muttered. He didn't want to look at himself in a mirror or he could get a scare at his own face. He looked at his father walking by them, heading to the exit as he called someone. "What is he doing?"

"He's going to call someone to look after you," Rachel replied as she wheeled her son out of the hospital. "Here." She covered his lap and legs with a blanket before they went to the car. "Your father's friend needs a job. As far as I know, that person has the right qualifications, but it's difficult to find a job in that subject these days."

Sighing, Ciel waved his hand dismissively. "Mom, I don't need a babysitter. I'll need help to get around if I have to use a wheelchair, but not when I recover—That's just stupid," he complained.

"We're just worried about you, Ciel," she tried to ease. "You'll see, dear, you might even get a new friend to spend time with while we're out. Don't you feel lonely in that big house?"

"No, I don't. And I have enough friends at school," he retorted. "Well, I guess whatever I say you won't change your mind." Ciel got in the back seat of the car with the nurses' help.

Rachel tilted her hips. "You're not going to school like this, you know? Just accept that we want your safety. You're not going to have a babysitter, since you are not a kid. Someone to take care of you and protect you as a teenager is completely different."

There was his Mom again rambling nonsense. "Fine. I get it. Can we just go now? I want to eat, take the medicine, and get some sleep already. Trying to reason with you is giving me a headache."

Rachel giggled and got in the car, beside him. "We always get away with what we want." She pressed a light kiss to her son's cheek. "At least your personality is the same." She smiled warmly and Ciel raised a brow. "You know... I was worried you would be traumatized for life," Rachel whispered in concern, caressing his cheek.

"I'm fine, Mom," Ciel said and looked out the window. It just hadn't hit him yet the fact that he was beaten up. He didn't want the dust to settle. What if he could end up traumatized? He brushed off the thoughts before they sank into his mind. "Let's just go home."

Vincent managed to put the wheelchair in the trunk of the car, closed it, and got inside. "The one who is going to look after you is coming over to our home soon. It's almost midnight, but he agreed to talk to us," he explained, "Since your mother and I have to get up in the morning, we won't be able to greet him, show him how to turn on the alarm and such."

"Wait, is that person going to stay at our house? A complete stranger?" Ciel questioned, trying to buckle his seat belt.

"I'll do it for you, dear," his mother said and took the belt.

Vincent shook his head. "No, he's not going to stay there. He will only monitor you when you're at home and wait until you fall asleep before he leaves. By then, we'll get home and there won't be the need for him to stay."

"Okay," Ciel said. Nonetheless, it annoyed him.

Upon arriving home, Ciel sat on the wheelchair with his father's help. He looked over at the house and spotted someone leaned on the wall with their hands in their pockets, looking rather relaxed. It was dark, but that person didn't seem to mind it. "That's creepy," Ciel said. Vincent and Rachel followed his line of sight.

"That must be him!" Rachel chimed, going over to the man, who leaned away from the wall.

What was she so happy about? More than anything, that guy looked suspicious, specially in the darkness. Ciel rolled his eyes as his father wheeled him there. "Can I go to my room? I'm feeling really beat—Literally," he said, wanting to get away from meeting his weird babysitter.

"Come on, Ciel, don't be rude," Rachel told him and looked up at the man who was going to be responsible for her son. "This is Ciel. He thinks you're going to be his babysitter, but please don't be offended by that." She looked down. "It's our fault that we didn't turn the alarm on. Nothing was taken from us, since the police arrived on time, but the robbers hurt our son. We want to make sure nothing bad happens to him again, so we would like to see if you can work well with him."

Ciel frowned at the man. Why did he look so emotionless? Ciel couldn't help but notice that his babysitter had no style and looked young. He seemed so boring and a waste of a good body and handsome face. His jeans were worn out and his black shirt was plain. But most of all, the guy's shoes were old. At least his black hair was well kept. The conclusion was that his babysitter was most probably some broke guy looking for any easy job just to get by. Ciel raised a brow once the man pulled one side of his long side bangs behind his ear. If it bothered him, why didn't he cut the hair or tied it? Ciel sighed at his own thoughts. He wasn't thinking properly. There was no reason for him to analyze the babysitter's appearance.

"Ciel?" Rachel called and he looked up at her. "Are you alright? We already explained everything to Sebastian, but you seemed really distracted with something. He will come over tomorrow morning by eight, which is when we have to go to work. You can sleep as much as you need and he will prepare breakfast for you when you wake up."

"We set a few things with Mr. Michaelis for him to know what you usually do when you're at home. And don't worry, he's not going to babysit you," Vincent said and looked over at Sebastian. "Thank you for coming. If we don't see each other in the morning and you need help with anything, you can ask Ciel. Please call us if he's not feeling okay, too."

Ciel frowned at the man nodding. This Sebastian guy could only be a babysitter. There was no other way Ciel could see him besides that. He watched him wave slightly and walking away. Apparently, he didn't own a car, since he was leaving on foot. "Does he live far from here?" Ciel asked his parents as they led him into the house.

"Didn't you hear him say that he prefers public transportation?" Vincent made a curious expression at his son. "You should get some rest real soon, son. Anyway, you're going to stay in your room, so you won't be able to come downstairs often."

"I don't care as long as you don't leave me there to starve," Ciel muttered. He held on to Vincent's shoulders so he could be carried upstairs. "And please don't give me a mirror. I must look like sh—"

"Dear, no cursing," Rachel told him as she took the folded wheelchair after them. "Now, I'm going to make you something to eat so you can take the medicine."

Vincent glanced over his shoulder at her. "I'll help. We'll make something for us as well," he said. His wife opened the wheelchair and he sat Ciel back on it. "Good thing you're small. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to carry you here." He chuckled at his son's scowl.

"Just take me to my room, since I can't even move my arms," Ciel muttered. Even his own parents picked on him for being petite. If his babysitter did the same, he would tell his parents to fire him.

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Ciel woke up with his body sore and aching. He whined as he sat up carefully. Leaning on the headboard, he took a deep breath. Someone knocked on the door. "It's open," Ciel said and glanced at the watch on the desk across the room. It was nine in the morning. His babysitter must have arrived.

The door opened and Sebastian stepped inside with a small tray. He approached the bed and placed it beside Ciel. He then took the lid from a tupperware, revealing bacon and eggs for breakfast.

Ciel narrowed his eyes at the man. "Good morning to you, too. Why don't you talk?" he asked, picking up the tupperware. At least the food looked good. And he woke up early enough to have it still warm.

Sebastian looked down at the beat up young man. "I try not to talk," he answered quietly.

"Why is that?" Ciel questioned with his mouth now full of bacon. He needed to take that painkiller as quickly as possible.

"People become attracted to me when they hear my voice."

Ciel chocked on the bacon and coughed. He hissed in pain and rested his hands on his ribcage. The want to laugh was overwhelmed by the pain. He managed to swallow the food and looked up at the babysitter. "You attract people with your voice? Then, you must talk to yourself an awful lot." He chuckled slightly. "I don't hear anything wrong with your voice."

"I'm being serious here," Sebastian muttered and looked away. He cleared his throat and spoke louder, "So, what do you think now?"

Ciel widened his eyes at the other man and his mouth fell open. "Wow..." He blinked a few times and leaned closer to his babysitter. "I need to kiss you right now. You're so fucking hot. Why don't you come into my bed right now?" He reached out Sebastian and held his hand. "Come." Ciel pulled him slowly, never breaking eye contact with those strange, crimson eyes. As Sebastian leaned down, Ciel smirked. "Just kidding, babysitter. I don't feel any different," he whispered.

Sebastian stood straight, scowling at Ciel laughing. The young man hissed in pain again. "For someone who was beat up last night, you look fine," he retorted.

Quickly stopping his fit of laughter and hissing, Ciel glared at Sebastian. "By any chance, are you thankful that I was almost killed for you to have this chance? I haven't even looked in the mirror, but I know that I can't see properly with my right eye; it must be swollen and looking hideous. And it must be just like the rest of my body, which I'm afraid to see due to how it was left last night!"

"Listen, I don't know who you are. Why should I care when you're not even in danger right now?" Sebastian said. "Yes, I have the chance to work here, since I'm broke and need the money. That doesn't mean I have to have sympathy for you. And as long as you don't have a reason, your parents can't fire me."

Ciel narrowed his eyes. "Oh, so it's like that, huh? I'll give you reasons to quit this job, then," he scoffed. "You think you can rub on someone's open wound and get away with it, but it's the opposite. When you least expect it, you'll see that you chose the wrong guy to mess with, my lady."

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