Phantomhive Manor. The place was abandonned for many years after it's caretakers died. However, after approximatly a century, two shady individuals rode into town and claimed the estate. A small boy, with hair of black with a blue tinge, and looked as though he was in his early teens, wearing an eypatch claimed to be the sole heir to the Phantomhives. No one can really say if this is true or not, as the last known Phantomhive, Ciel, was thought to have died in 1889. The boy and his companion, his supposed butler, a tall man in black, with hair to match, and eyes that seemed other-worldly, somehow managede to convince Her Majesty, the Queen of the boy's lineage, and thus he was granted the estate.

It now stands as though untouched by the hands of time, on the outskirts of London. Many secrets are kept out of the public eye inside the Manor's walls, like this one, which happened in early autumn one night. In the basement, the two inhabitants where said to have performed a peculiar ritual, said to have brought back one who has long been dead.

"Are you sure about this, My Lord?" inquired the man in black, "Whatever comes of this must be taken care of. Are you sure you have thought this through?"

"Of course I have. Don't be stupid." the boy answered, removing his eyepatch with a look of disintrest. "I wouldn't have done all of this planning if I hadn't. I'm not one to waste precious time and resources for nothing, Sebastian."

The man, who goes by the name Sebastian, reasponded while lighting the candles around the circle that had been etched onto the basement floor just for this occasion. "As long as you know what you are doing. This thing is going to be a lot of trouble."

"You act as though this is some pet rabbit or someting."

"It might as well be."

The young master gave an authorative look to his servant, his eyes of different colour attempting to get Sebastian to retreat, before scoffing and heading to the center of the circle, where a table was. What lied on that table was covered with a coth, but was still recognizable. A human body.

He neared it, placing his palm on the forhead of the lifeless mass, and then spoke:

"Ignis et de loco doloris angustia dolores eos ad me venire, obsecrans ut venires ad me. Egredimini de carcere serviunt mihi adhæsit anima misera tenebris. Patet ex hoc damnatorum limbo ad me, C. Macken!"

Light escaped the lines on the ground, bringing with it scortching winds, the flames from the candles flared up, but the boy remained ever determined to complete his task. His eye of blue changed to a firey red, and glowed, as did it's companion, his eye of purple, with it's dark signature it stayed the same hue, but joined it's friend in illuminating.

And then it stopped.

The room fell silent again. The circle ceased it's letting forth of relentless winds and blinding essance. The candles died, no longer giving off small flames. Everthing was quiet.

The boy broke this silence after furroing his brow in confusion and dissappointment. "I don't understand! Something should have happened!" He put his hand against his head as he pondered what went wrong.

The next to brake the silence was Sebastian, the boy's butler. "Perhaps it's for the best, My lord. I'm not sure what good could have come of-"

*GASP!*

His sentance was innterupted when the body started to stir. The once lifeless frame began to move, flailing about like mad. It moved clumsily trying to both assess the situation and perhaps defend itself from poteintial danger.

That is, until it fell off the table. It fell with a thud, emitting a small "oof!"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! WHERE AM I?! WHAT'S GOIN' ON?!" a voice that belonged to a boy appearing to be perhap slighty older than the first came from the body as it removed the cover from it's face.

The boy that was on the floor flaiing about had fair skin, icy blue eyes that looked like they'd cause you to freeze over if you dared to look into them, and hair that was so lightly coloured, one could almost mistake the platinum blonde for white, framing his face. He quickly searched the room for an explanation to his location while he swore enough to make a sailor blush. His eyes stopped on the duo in front of them, returning their stares.

Again, silence. Again, it was the young lord who broke it. "Are you... Jim? Jim... Macken?"

"So what if I am?!" snapped the blonde teen on the floor.

The previous boy smirked with his nose slightly in the air, looking down at the other. He spoke with a slight tinge of amusement in his voice. He spoke only two words.

"Ciel Phantomhive."

At this point, all the blonde could do was stare at the blunette with disbeleif. He stumbled on his own words, trying to form a sentance. He could only say one.

"WHAT?!"

The blanket that was previously covering his frame fell to the floor as he quickly stood up, revealing a bit too much. In response, the teen across from him did some yelling of his own.

"PUT SOME BLOODY PANTS ON!"