Warnings:

This Fanfic has a various number of OC's that were made to start a Kuroshitsuji III. Many people want a 3rd season and many say that there will be no plot to it. I have been thinking about a plot ever since season 2 ended and came up with one. Though this plot may seem familiar because many people of Fanfiction HAS wrote Modern Time fanfic's of season 3, I've cam up with this myself. However,I will not do Sebastian/OC or Ciel/OC, I dislike them. Anything that will not occur if there was a 3rd season will not occur here. At the end of the series we all knew that Sebastian did not like the turn of events and I will not have him being all smirky smirk like he was when he expected a soul. That's unrealistic to follow the end of the anime with. There will also be Manga characters in this so don't mistake them for OC's. Some people have read the Manga and some haven't.

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Phew, now that that's over...

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler I & II nor do I write this for profit. I only own my own characters.

"187 years." A dark navy blue haired boy mumbled, elbow resting on his desk with his chin in his palm. His face was stoic as he stared out the classroom window. The rain outside was reflected in his twin blue eyes as he sighed inaudibly. "187 years that I have lived. 174 years since I was "turned"." He mumbled softly, black nailed fingers taping against his cheek. His new found friends- as they liked to call themselves- didn't even ask about his nails. He found this odd; Sebastian and Claude had always hid their nails because it was uncommon for any man to have such a female application, not the mention any butler. Now, boys are wearing eyeliner and even mascara. He had never seen the boys of the Victorian Era do such things as he walked the street of London. The children of these days were odd indeed. He shall get used to it though, he is no longer an Earl and he should start acting his "age".

Thunder roared from the heavens, scaring some of the children and making them look up at the ceiling, the smart ones actually gazing outside to see the down pour. The storm outside was causing water to pound on roads and quickly fill roadside ditches and small streams. The teacher called back their attention, mentioning something about closing the blinds next period under her breath. She turned back to the board to write more problems on the board. He frowned and copied them with quick, neat strokes of his pencil.

Kendra is coming home late, past her curfew. As she sneaks quietly into her house trying not to wake up her parents, she slinks up the stairs moving 10.7 m in 26.8 s. Find her speed.

Colin and Jeff are at Jeff's house playing with their little finger skateboards. They decide to go to Dairy Queen and both leave at 3:55. Colin walked straight their (a distance of 2 km) and arrived at 4:35. Jeff stopped two blocks from his house to chat with a friend, then raced to DQ, arriving at exactly the same time as Colin. Would you say that, since they both took the same time to travel the same distance, they traveled the same speed? Explain.

Ciel finished the problems quickly and got his books from under his chair just as the bell rang. The teacher blinked and shook her head; she forgot that they only had about 3 minutes left.

"Okay class! I expect you to do these questions tonight. Have a nice day." She dismissed them. Some kids were speeding out the doors while others walking slowly while talking to their friends. Ciel puffed some hair out of his eyes and collected his books in his arms, sliding out of his chair quickly and walking out. He barely dodged a boy who was trying to catch up to his girlfriend. The boy whirled around and shouted a quick apology while running backwards then turned back around. Ciel forced himself to not roll his eyes at the boy's shaggy pants. Children these days are so...

Unexpected.

Dark velvet eyes followed the laughing students as they filed out the room. He adjusted the cuffs of his white shirt then took the messily laid papers of his students history quiz. His eyes scanned the first paper of a Lunette Victoria, easily seeing that she had some wrong answers. A pink smear was on the left lower corner. Lipstick. Lunette has always been infatuated with him for some time now, about right from the moment she saw him. Though, this little stain on her quiz paper was a problem. Sebastian Michaelis will not tolerate this.

Students poured into the classroom, chatting animatingly with each other as they took their seats. They could talk until the late bell rang then it would be time to work. A student ran in laughing and out of breath, "John and Colin are fighting!" The students snapped their heads immediately to the new information and later, hot gossip. But, they knew they couldn't move unless they wanted their history teacher to lash out at them. They trembled in excitement in their seats.

It was... interesting. This was the first fight he had heard of. It was quite the show to see the students want to know the outcome of the fight and not worrying if the two boys will get into trouble or get hurt. His hearing picked up some people saying, "John is such a bastard! He broke up with my friend after he slept with her." and the retort of, "She was a whore anyway, he put her in her place." Some rumors of the kid doing all kinds of drugs spread throughout the room along with the numerous people he slept with.

From the corner of his eye he saw a mop of dark blue hair that he was too familiar with. Too many years has he catered to that child... He wanted to end it but that damn Claude... that damn Hannah. That damn Trancy. Now he has to be the brat's servant for an eternity when he only wanted it aku made. The late bell ringed a few seconds later, making him snap out of his seething. As he looked up he caught Ciels twin eyes staring at him, a bored expression expressed clearly on his face.

He gave out an inaudible sigh and opened his mouth to start the lesson with another student rushed in the door. He clearly was trying to sneak in but it failed when Sebastian's eyes flickered to him then back to Ciels.

"Why, Mr. Bradley..." His smooth voice called out, making the flustered teen freeze. "You're late. What excuse do you have to present to me today? Your grandmother still got that terrible flu? Sister stole your bike? Mother made you put on some ordinary clothes for once?" The class was chuckling at the boys lashing then suddenly erupted at the last one. This boy was always dressing crazy to have attention, neon colored high thighs, mismatched shoes and various colored clothing. One look at the teacher made them get quiet again.

Ciel rolled his eyes. Sebastian had that sadistic glint in his eye that he hasn't seen for many many years. It seemed that he did have his own ways to enjoy handling rowdy teenagers going though "phases". The boy was embarrassed and decided to no longer stay silent, "Shut up! I had stuff to do other than come to this class." He growled, face red.

The teacher in response just gave a cruel smirk and swept his hand to the door. "Well, wouldn't want to imprison you much more, would I? Go ahead, but do me a favor, tell the secretary that I need the papers for your eternal suspension when you arrive to the principle's office. Please, make sure that you do tell her or there will be more consequences. You know as well as everyone else that I do not tolerate tardiness and now you've put us behind shecudule." He gave a mock sigh then turned back to the class. "Open your books to page 217 and read the first 3 paragraphs of the Black Death." He ordered everyone.

The boy had left begrudgingly when he finished and now the room was filled with thick books dropping onto desks and flimsy pages turning quickly to the section. Ciel had already opened his page to the section and finished reading.

'Sebastian has much to offer these children as he had to offer the children before them about history, being a demon and all. How long has he lived now? 500 years?'He thought hearing but not listening to Sebastian talk about the Black Death, "The Black Death was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history, peaking in Europe between 1348 and 1350. It is estimated to have killed 30–60 percent of Europe's population, reducing world population from an estimated 450 million to between 350 and 375 million in the 14th century. The aftermath of the plague created a series of religious, social and economic upheavals, which had profound effects on the course of European history. It took 150 years for Europe's population to recover. The plague occasionally reoccurred in Europe until the 19th century." It sounded like the bastard was gloating about all the humans he killed.

'Hmph, Demon, Your never going to get to tell them it was actually you-their teacher- that started the Black Death. You that killed their ancestors and cackled at their suffering. You who watch people drop dead like flies.'Ciel looked back out the window, a tiny glare set over his eyes. 'You cause suffering, just like a demon should. And now you've gone in your idiocy and made me into one of you.'

The bell rang.

Students kept writing down what was written on the board. Others that were quick writers sat, back straight, hands folded and laid over their desks. Another strict rule: You are only dismissed when He dismisses you and when He does you do not stampede out of the room or else have after school detention. This was a sacred rule since day one and was never broken. Sebastian was God here.

Ciel rolled his eyes, 'How ironic.'

"I want essays on how the black death affected the world and how it would affect us today. Do not copy out of the book or any other websites you may find." Sebastian's eyes roamed over his quiet, hard working students carefully before dismissing them with a flick of his hand. They stood up like robots and patted out of the room quickly, some saying a few goodbyes which he never responded to.

Soon it was just Ciel in the room with him. He picked up his book bag but it was taken away by his eternal butler gently. "My lord." He said with a smirk. The same smirk yet so different, it didn't have the mirth and interest that it used to hold. Ciel just walked ahead, leading his servant out of the classroom and into an empty hallway that still had the teens laughing and sneaker squeaking echoing as they exited the building.

At home-

Ciel sat down in front of the plasma fifty-four inch TV they had. After they got home Ciel finished his homework- "If you'd let me do it you wouldn't have to waste time on such things."- took a shower- "Demons don't need to wash, bocchan." and finally set his butler off to cook dinner. This same routine for so many years...

It was all so boring.

There were no orders to carry out for the Queen. No servants to cause trouble and racket. No blonde cry-baby cousin to entertain him. No traumatized Tracy to fight. There was nothing. Nothing but Sebastian left and even he lost his sadistic teasing ways.

'Still sulking.' Ciel thought with a glance to the kitchen door way.

He wouldn't say that he was happy at the outcome either. He wanted to die when his revenge was completed, when everyone who caused the murder of his parents and the abduction of him perished. That's when he'll welcome deaths arms- or rather the devilish lips of Sebastian. He wanted the pain of his being carved into his soul.

Sebastian.

His thoughts immediately turned back to him and an uncontrollable rage built up in the pit his stomach. Ciel started to bite his bottom lip harshly, a habit he got when he learned that his rage was more... catastrophic when he had turned into a demon. The feeling that he needed to shed some blood- anyone'sblood- was very intense.

"Boccan..." A deep husky voice ringed in his ear. Ciel stiffened eyes wide at Sebastian's sudden presence. How the hell did he not sense him? He turned his head to see his butler standing behind the couch, staring down at him with hazed, glowing fuchsia irises. His lips were slightly wet as if he'd been licking them when he came in.

Ciel sighed and turned back around to stare at the blank TV screen. "What?" He snapped, angry that he had been scared by the sudden appearance of him. Idly, he wondered why Sebastian's eyes were like that in the first place and almost couldn't stop himself from turning back around to take another look. There had been some kind of emotion there.

Sebastian blinked out of his dazed state quickly, fists clenched and body ridged. What just happened? Only thing he remembers is turning away from the food he set on the table to get the little brat for dinner then... a scent. He sniffed once and didn't smell anything out of place. What the hell wasthat? He licked his lips, it was so... erotic.

He shook his head from his thoughts and looked back down at his lord. "Dinner is served, Boccan."

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