Okay, so I've just started watching Black Butler, and I really wanted to write something on them, so here it goes. I think that, in some way, Sebastian actually cares about Ciel (maybe like a father or something, maybe not, but not love, you know, just care) and I wanted to write something about the first time Sebastian realized he cared about Ciel. So, on with it!


Ciel's POV

"Just bring it to my study, Sebastian." I told my tall, black-clad demon butler. "Yes, my Young Master." Sebastian said, bowing, one white-gloved hand on his chest, the other holding the tea trey in the air.

I turned, and started walking back to my study, thinking. I thought I saw something different in Sebastian, something that hadn't been there before. I know that I had felt something.

I didn't know what the feeling was; I hadn't felt it in a long while. At least, not since my parents had died. I pushed the thought away when I realized I was already in front of the study doors. I pushed them open and was immediately grabbed, yanked forcefully into the room. A hand slapped across my mouth, an arm clamped around my body, preventing me from moving or speaking.

Then, someone else tied a black cloth around my eyes, cutting off my vision. The last thing I heard was maniacal laughing before something came down hard on the back of my head, wending a flash of pain throughout my whole body, and then everything went black, blackness that crept into my eyes from the sides and was even more permanent than the blindfold wrapped around my face.

Sebastian's POV

I watched as Ciel walked down the hall for a couple seconds. letting my hand fall to my side, lowering the other so that the trey was in front of me.

There was a feeling deep inside inside of me, like a gut feeling, really deep, but also very intense. Almost intense enough to the point of being painful. It started in my gut and spread to my stomach, where it stayed.

But I was too shocked and stunned and surprised to do anything but lift a gloved hand and press it against my stomach. Demons didn't have emotions. That was what I kept telling myself in my head as my hand moved to touch my stomach. Demons don't have emotions. Demons don't have emotions. But I had to shake it off and resume my duties.

I turned and walked in the opposite direction, thinking that the Young Master would like some time alone before I brought him his tea and that I would get a cart for the tea. I was just placing the trey on the cart when I got this feeling deep inside that something was wrong. But I shook it off, saying it was nothing, and continued with what I had to do.

As I walked briskly down the corridor, though, I couldn't help but think that something was wrong. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and continued. Arriving at the Young Master's study, I stopped and knocked lightly on the door, then pushed the doors open slowly. "Young Master, I have your tea-" I paused, realizing Ciel wasn't in the room. I felt something in my chest contract slightly for a moment, but then it went away and I ignored it.

"Well, this was a of perfectly good tea. Oh well, I'd better get going to find my Young Master, before he gets himself into some kind of trouble." I left the cart of tea in his study and hurried off at a very fast pace, fast for even a demons' standards, not wanting to waste time, but also for another reason I couldn't quite figure out at the moment.

In the hallway, I ran into Finny, Mey Rin, and Bard. Well, to tell the truth, they saw me walking quickly down the hallway, so they turned towards me and ran over to me, calling my name. "Sebastian!" Finny called as the three of them got closer to me. "You haven't seen the Young Master lately, have you?" he asked as they stopped right in front of me.

Bard looked at me, the cigarette in his mouth drooping a little. "Yeah, you 'aven't seen 'im, 'ave you?" he asked. I turned towards them, my demeanor cool as always, and said,"No, I'm afraid I haven't. I was just looking for him, you see." Mey Rin looked down for a second, but then she looked up at me. "Oh... We just wanted to wish the Young Master a happy birthday, yes we did!"

She clapped her hands together, smiling and jumping up and down in excitement. That sentence got me. For some odd reason, that really got to me. The odd feeling exploded throughout my whole body. It was most intense in my abdomen, and the pain was almost unbearable. My eyes widened in shock for a second and I stumbled back slightly before I regained my outside composer.

I resisted the urge to press a hand against my stomach and tried to compose myself on the inside, to get all the emotions I was suddenly feeling under control. "Sebastian?" Finny asked, his eyes looking at me, filled with concern. I straightened up, wiping all emotion from my face and eyes, making sure there hadn't been any in the first place, and gave the three of them one of my fake, but convincing, smiles.

"What? I'm fine." I told them convincingly, though inside the odd pain still raged, like an angry ocean in a hurricane at its worst. I'd never felt this way about anything - or anyone - before, not a human, not anything, especially not a child, and it confused me. I didn't know what the feeling was, nor how I acquired it - but maybe that was what I got for being around humans for so long.

But I shook it off for now, telling myself to just focus on finding the young Lord. Finny, Mey Rin, and Bard looked at me, as if they were waiting for something. I realized why just a second later. They were waiting for me to give them an order.

"Well, while I find the Young Master, go and prepare the best dinner you can, without blowing up the kitchen again, Bardroy-" I glanced in his direction, my eyes narrowed and smiling as only I could as a demon, and he flinched, giving me a nervous smile.

I continued. "- And set up a small party for his birthday. Make sure you use all the best things you can so that the Young Master knows you are all glad he returned home safely." I told them, making sure they were all listening. "Yes sir!" They ran away again, to follow the orders I had given them, and once I was truly alone again, I allowed myself to press a white-gloved hand against my stomach.

"I don't understand... Demons aren't supposed to have emotions at all... What is this? I've never felt this way before..." I murmured to myself. Then I shook it off, telling myself that it didn't matter right now and that I just had to focus on getting my Young Master back, and started running to the manor's front doors. I met Finny yet again there, and he seemed a little excited.

When he saw me, his eyes brightened. "Sebastian! I have to tell you something!" I stopped in front of him, a little curious. "Yes, what is it?" "I saw a couple of odd-looking men driving away in an odd-looking car just now! They looked very suspicious, like they were up to no good! They went that way!"

Finny pointed east of the manor and I could indeed see a car driving, with a little more speed than it should be putting on. It was also getting awfully close to the cliff that suddenly dropped down into the gorge.

Turning back towards Finny, I nodded to him. "Thank you, Finny." Then I dashed off, full speed, out of the manor doors after the vehicle, leaving Finny looked quite pleased with himself for helping me.

I leapt into the air, and landed with a thud on the roof of the black car. "Oi! What the hell was that?!" I heard a man's angry voice from inside the car yell. I leaned down in front of the car, peering inside, and saw two men, both of which jumped at the sight of me.

"So sorry to bother you at such an inconvenient time, but I must get a few answers out of you two men. You see, I don't have much time and I'm not what you would call a very patient man." I told them, smiling in the only way I could, as a demon butler. The car was spinning; I could feel it beneath me, as obviously the man driving was now terrified and not able to see. He nodded quickly and I jumped off the car, seeing it skidding toward the cliff.

I landed again, on the front of the car, just before it was about to go over the edge. I saw that the second man, in the passengers' seat, was holding a phone in his arms and the phone was obviously still being used; probably a call to whomever their boss was. I smirked, devilishly, and the two men inside the car started shaking with fear at my new expression.

Ciel's POV

I was thrown forcefully against a wall and pain lanced up my spine as I collided with it, then hit the ground on my right side. "Ack!" I coughed as I hit the ground with a sickening thud.

My hands had been tied behind my back and the tough rope was cutting into the skin on my wrists; I could already feel the blood sliding down my hands. I heard footsteps coming closer and the blindfold was suddenly ripped off of my eyes.

A man was kneeling in front of me and he was grinning like a madman, obviously pleased at my pain. The man had black, shoulder-length hair, and I was suddenly, and painfully, reminded of Sebastian. My heart contracted inside me for some reason as the thought of my demon butler entered my head. Pain was still gripping my small body and when I looked down, I realized why.

My arms were tied against my body, and I was secured by a black belt, possibly two. They were wrapped so tightly around my body it was painful and I couldn't move at all.

I was even beginning to lose the feeling in my arms. But I ignored that and glared up at my captor. I could tell just by his face that he was Italian. What was it with those idiots that made them want to capture me all the time?

"Well, it seems I have finally got you, you little brat. I have people already at your house that are trained in assassination who are on the verge of killing every one of your little servants. You'd better cooperate with me, or they'll die one by one." the man threatened me. I laughed scornfully at him, knowing he wouldn't even be able to get his men close enough to even try.

The man's smile disappeared, to be replaced with a frown that said I was in trouble. I didn't care though, it wasn't like it actually mattered what happened to me. He stood up and pulled a leg back, then swinging it forward quickly and catching me in the stomach.

My eyes widened in pain and I gasped, coughing, but I didn't stop smiling. "Y-You won't b-be able to even g-get close enough..." I gasped out, my asthma making it even harder to breathe now.

Above me, the man's expression turned nasty. His eyes filled with anger and he spat out the words,"You will tell me what I want! Or you will suffer!" "No, I don't think I will. I've had enough of this rubbish that continues to come out of your mouth." I said defiantly, looking up and glaring at the man. He pulled a gun from his jacket, swearing, and pointed it at my head. "Yes you will!" he spat angrily.

The phone that he had laid on the table when he was preoccupied with me suddenly vibrated a little, bringing the man's attention away from me and onto it.

He grabbed it and talked furiously into the mouth piece. "Okay, I've had enough of this! It's time! Go and kill them all!" I could hear talking from the other end, well enough to recognize the emotion switch from casual to fear.

"What? What's going on over there?! Tell me!" my captor yelled angrily into the phone. More fearful speaking, I could tell the people on the other end were getting panicked, and then I heard screaming.

I knew enough to at least have an idea of who it was they were scared of, and my heart oddly started pounding at the thought of him. Listening further to take my thoughts away from him, I could hear the phone crackling on the other end.

The man was getting even more agitated, wanting to know what was happening. "I've had enough of your games! Stop at once and get back to what I ordered you to do!" he almost yelling into the phone. I heard even more talk, then screaming and crackling on the other end. Now even my captor was starting to feel the fear his minions were giving out.

I could see the phone in his hand start to shake. "W-What is going on over there? What's wrong? Hello? Are you there?" Everything on the other end of the phone suddenly went dead, and out of anger, the man stomped over to me, phone still in hand, and kicked me forcefully in the stomach, causing my to choke and roll over so that my back was facing him. I silently gasped for breath, cursing my asthma.

Then I heard another voice on the other end of the phone. A voice I recognized. A voice that brought a small blush to my cheeks for some odd reason.

A voice that belonged to none other than my one hell of a butler. Hearing his voice, for some reason, set my heart pounding. I couldn't figure out why though. I was confused; he was my butler, my demon butler, so why was I acting like this at just the sound of my voice?

Even though it was through the phone and my back was turned, I could still hear exactly what Sebastian was saying. "Hello. I represent the Phantomhive manor and I just need to know if you are keeping my Young Master with you."

The man was speechless with horror and just stood there as Sebastian continued. "Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?" I decided that was enough. "Woof." I said.

"Very good, Master. I'll be along to pick you up momentarily." I heard Sebastian say, obviously hearing my little noise. The line went dead but before it went completely silent, I heard Sebastian saying something to someone else on the other side.

Then, the screaming started up again, louder and more fear-filled this time and I could imagine what Sebastian had done. There was silence.

Sebastian's POV

Leaning over the car, I handed the phone back to the man in the front, smiling devilishly. "Thank you for letting me use that phone of yours. It was most generous. Now, I need you to tell me who you work for and where." I said, a devilish glint in my eyes as the words formed.

The two men in the car started shaking even more, if that was possible, and the fear in their eyes was plain; you could have read them like a book. "We work for Veneziano and our head quarters is in London. It's near the River Thames in a run-down factory." one said, visibly shaking.

I smirked at them, only adding to their fears. Then one of them said."B-But we only w-work for h-him!" My smirk widened. "Of course. I understand. I will leave now, so you can get back to work." I jumped nimbly off the car, seeing deep marks in the hood from where I had been crouching, and landed in front of the car. The men simply stared at me, not realizing what was happening.

Then, as I watched the car tip over in a sort of slow motion movement, their screams of fear filled the air. I simply smiled as they went over the edge, then pulled out my pocket watch. I heard the familiar click as I opened it up to check the time. "5:23..." I murmured to myself. "I had better hurry if I want to get everything done in time." I said, before dashing off in the direction given to me.

But it wasn't just the time I was worried about. It was my Young Master. It was my Lord. My little Lord. My Ciel. I didn't know why I was feeling like this suddenly, as if I actually cared about Ciel, but I was. And as I would soon figure out, I did.

Reaching London, I swiftly found the place the two now dead men had told me about. It was indeed run-down, light blue paint peeling off the rotten-looking wood. Most of the windows were broken and the doors were only hooked on by a couple of hinges. The perfect hideout for a bunch of idiots.

I checked the time again. 5:25. That was the time. It had only taken me two minutes to get here, thanks to my demonic speed. I smirked, then walked up to the doors, letting a hands reach inside of my tailcoat, lightly touching the silver knives and forks in the pocket that served as my weapons. I had only gone a few paces inside the dingy-looking warehouse when a gunshot rang out.

Moving swiftly to the side, I stuck my hand out and caught the bullet between my first two fingers. I peered through the darkness, caught sight of my attacker, and flung the bullet back, watching as it flew through the air and stuck in his chest, knocking him over. He was dead before he even hit the ground. I smirked.

There was a table in the large room I hadn't noticed before. It didn't have anything on it but a little more cutlery. Even from here, I could tell it wasn't silver, but I could deal with that. So I ran towards the table, leaping up as I did so, and heard the gunshots ring out as other hidden people tried to shoot at me. I dodged every one, while grabbing every knife, and leapt back into the air.

Holding the knives in between my knuckles, I drew my hand back, then flung it outward, hearing the satisfying thud as every knife hit a different target. There was a crashing sound as maybe seven or eight men fell to the ground, dead, and even more guns shot at me. I took out my silver weapons and flung them at my attackers as well, from the air.

When I landed, every man was dead. I checked my pocket watch again. 5:37. "That took longer than I wish it did. Oh well, I'd better get the Young Master." I said when I saw the time. I continued through the warehouse-like building and came to a large, freshly painted door. By freshly painted, I mean it looked rather new. As if someone had put it there recently.

I walked slowly up to it, and pushed the doors open. The very first thing I saw was my Young Master on the floor all bound up. I could tell, even from this distance, that he was in pain. And it hurt. For some odd reason, knowing Ciel was in pain hurt me. What the hell is this feeling?! I thought, before I saw the other man in the room. A phone was still in his hands, and he looked shell-shocked, but when he saw me, the phone dropped.

He moved over to my Young Master quickly and grabbed him roughly, tugging him in front of him by the belts bound around him. He held a silver gun up to Ciel's head, and my heart pounded inside my chest at a sudden weird feeling. But I shook it off, for now at least, and smirked at the man.

"May I have my master back?" I asked politely, though I was far past pissed. "No! Not until you give me what I want!" he yelled back. "And what would that be?"


Author's Note:

Well, that's it for now. Sorry for the cliff-hanger, I'll start working on the second chapter soon. What should the Italian want? I don't even know yet. XD This might be longer than usual, this little author's note. Well, I haven't been having the best time at school lately. All, well mostly all, my friends have been depressed, and one (I won't tell her name for privacy reasons), she's, well let's just say she treats herself badly. If you know what I mean, then okay. If not, well, you don't need to. It's bad enough as it is. But now she's got a boyfriend and he used to do the same thing as she did/does. They promised each other they would stop, and he did, for her sake, but we all know she hasn't. It's really depressing. And the thing is, something else triggered me to do it too. One of my "friends" did something I'll never forget. I'll go out of a limb and tell all you guys, just to get it off my chest. Okay, so I've liked this guy for about two years now, and pretty much all my friends know it. I think he does too, which really sucks. This "friend" of mine suddenly decided she likes him too, I don't know why, maybe to hurt me, but I don't know. Anyway, we were all walking to the buses, as usual, my other friend's boyfriend rides my bus, so it was me, him and two other friends, including the one I'm telling you about. She and another one of my friends were walking behind me and I heard my "friend" say something to my other friend. "I think she's jealous." is what she said. You know how sometimes you just know things? Well, I knew she was talking about me (me being jealous) about her and the guy I liked (the fact she "liked" him too and they got along well.) Well, of course I heard it and that in general hurt me. So I whipped around before I'd even thought about it, and said, "I heard that!" She opened her mouth to say something probably along the lines of, "What? I didn't say anything." And the fact she had started smiling at me as if she really hadn't said anything made me mad. Before she could say anything though, I whipped back around and ran off toward the buses. This is getting kinda long, so I guess I should stop, but I... I just feel so unloved and unwanted and unneeded. Like no one would care if I just dropped off the face of the earth. Well, I hope you like the beginning of the story and yes, I'll continue it, just to save some of you from asking. I'll just go and try to be happy in front of my family now... *goes to curl up on bed and cry* That didn't work. I feel like crying instead. Well, see you later. Also, now that I've written this, and watched the rest of Black Butler and Black Butler II, I like the pairing SebaCiel.

~Graylu out