Tale of a Demon's Best Friend

By: Luna in Bloodland

Disclaimer: So, I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). I do own Aislin, though.

A/N: Uh, so, this is a Kuroshitsuji FF, and as you can tell it's after Season 2. And Aislin is my OC in this story. I plan it to be kinda of lengthy, hopefully, and that she isn't too terribly Mary-Sue, since I've had her developing in my mind for awhile now. If there is any of that, call me on it, please. And I don't really care much for reviews, I just enjoy writing and sharing it with people.

Full Summery: Aislin Bird, an orphan who lost her parents at four, befriended the teen boy who lived across the street at age five. Now, eight years later, he reveals to her the secret why he and his 'brother' never aged; they were demons. Now, Aislin and her friends have to leave the safety of the small town to keep out from under the nose of a certain Reaper and a new rule against Aislin's friendship with a demon.

~Prologue~

Aislin Bird was like almost any other girl at the orphanage of Saint Marie's Angels. Small, sad, and without any family in the world. Of course, she was sad and small not from the sterotype of weak meals and being bullied at school, but because she refused to eat and watched her parents die at the young age of four in a car accident.

She was bullied, yes, but was not phased by the jires and rude comments, though. She was not small from being pushed down either, it was from her leniage of short people. Not drawf small, mind you, but normal small for a girl of her age who was yet to sprout up.

It was on a cool day in October, nearing her birthday of the thirty-first, better known as Halloween, that she decided to play with a rubber, sapphire blue ball she had recieved from one of the nuns as an early present near the open gates, on the side walk by the road. Young Aislin was five now, turning six in just a week, and for once in nearly a year and a half, the girl had a smile upon her face. Not very big, a ghost of a smile, but there none the less as she bounced the small ball that was almost the size of her hand balled into a fist.

A car drove past, blocking her from view of the large, eerie looking mansion across the road, and it startled the girl into missing the catch of her sapphire orb as it sprung up, expecting the open, small palm of it's owner... and falling down to bounce into the street, and across the road right into the tall grass of the mansion's yard. Aislin stopped in place, turning slowly to stare across the road at the several story home, hazel eyes open wide in dispair to show slowly welling up tears.

She was always told by the nuns not to cross the street by herself unless with an adult, and she didn't have one. If she left to go get one, what if a small animal came by, taking it? Or another small child with a parent who just happened across it and found it pretty enough to take? What if she was told no, that the ball wasn't valuable enough to go through all that trouble for?

The more the thoughts came, the more that tears fell until the five-year-old had started quietly crying, wishing it was not so hard to keep something dear without trouble.

Unbeknowest to her, the knee tall grass was being moved around already by a short teenager who had exited the house, looking through the grass with calculating, cold eyes the same color as her prized ball. His hair was almost black, like hers, but not quite, a more navy shade if possible, and he was dressed in all black, right down to the jeans he wore. His skin pale, like a vampire's in the midmorning sun, (1) but did not sparakle for all it's worth, stood out in startling contrast to both clothes and surrounding areas as he finally reached a hand deep into the weeds and lush greenery, retracting it to reveal the round rubber the little girl had begun to weep over losing in his smooth hand.

Looking across the road at the small girl, he sighed in annoyance before crossing the street without a second thought. He resisted the urge to sneer as he tapped her forehead, eliciting a small squeak of pain he would never admit aloud as cute. Aislin lifted her head up, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hands and palms, trying desperately to rid her red streaked face of the salty tears. The navy haired boy held up the sapphire colored orb and the little girl let her mouth hang open just a tad in disbelieving awe, not able to comprehend someone could be so nice.

He bit back a rude retort about staring and took one of her hands that had froze in the air, pressing the ball into it. On instinct, the other hand moved to conceal the ball from view while moving to hold it close to her heart, eyes flickering to it several time before staying on the teen before her, head tilted back so she could try keeping eye contact with him.

"Th-thank you." She whispered softly, still looking forlorn but now for different reasons.

He shrugged, brushing off the fact he had not expected the girl to know how to thank someone, let alone talk. He was also slightly disturbed that she was still sad. Yes, she was in front of the orphanage he lived across from, but it did not mean she was one... did it? He never once had seen her leave or enter it, just always out front with paper and color pencils, drawing or practicing her writing. If it was a rainy day, he did not see hide nor hair of her period. He saw other children, but they stayed within the gates, blocking them from his view when he was bored.

"Yes, you shouldn't bounce that stupid thing so high, anyway, so it won't land in my yard again." He grumbled in an English accent, turning to leave. "I'll ke-"

"You live there?"

He stopped moving, brows furrowing. Of course he lived there! He said his yard, did he not? Was she stupid or something?

"Yes," he sighed, "I live there, with my older brother."

The blue-eyed teen began to leave again, but she stopped him again. "Oh... Can I visit?"

"No." He growled. "You cannot."

"Why?"

"Because your parents do not know me."

"My parents are dead."

The teen put his lifted foot down with a sigh, feeling the need to put his palm to his forehead. Hard. Of course she was an orpahan, she would not be outside that dull building everyday if she was no't. Now, he just felt plain stupid.

"Well, you'll have to ask an adult to come over." Aislin gave him one of those doe eye looks he hated seeing for the fact he gave into them too easily, but the difference between getting them from someone else and her, was her's was unintentional. "They'll let you come." Not really.

Her mouth opened slightly as her face seemed to brighten, but still lacked a smile. "Really?" She breathed quietly, wide eyed.

"Yes, really."

At that, the little, straight raven haired girl stuck out a hand to the navy haired teen, face still devoid of a smile but bright nonetheless. He hesitentently took it, and Aislin noticed the strangest thing; his nails were painted black.

"I'm Aislin Bird, nice to meet you!" She sang happily, quickly forgetting the boy's nails as he replied stoically. "I am Ciel Phantomhive, the pleasure is all mine."

A/N:

I hade to do it! It was a perfect moment!

Anywho, on a more serious note, nothing is really given out, but how these two met, but in the next few chapters or so, you shouldn't read if you haven't seen Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) 2. A lot of SPOILERS~ are given out. And the name of the Fic is a slight giveaway in and of itself, plus the Summery is too.