First fan-fic. Kuroshitsuji for the win. Review, review, review.

It was a windy day.

So windy, in fact, that one wouldn't be surprised if their garments were torn from their very own bodies. Despite the wind, a certain human-turned-demon demanded that his butler take him to the market.

"You're acting like a little boy," his butler replied, glaring a mere two inches down into the face of his master. He certainly had grown over the past couple years.

"What are you implying, Sebastian?" he snapped. "I want to go to the market. And you will take me. Is that clear?"

"People might recognize you. We certainly don't want to risk exposure, my lord."

"People won't recognize me. I am a completely different person. Damn-it, I don't even have the stupid eyepatch anymore!"

"Yes, but you do have this," Sebastian said as he gently pulled away the blue-black hair covering his master's right eye.

Ciel breathed in sharply then pulled away. "We're going. That's an order. Prepare the carriage."

Sebastian frowned, then bowed. "Yes, my lord."


As Ciel made his way through the hustling, bustling, market, Sebastian observed him from closely behind.

After his "death", Sebastian had taken Ciel on a grand tour of the world. India, Brazil, America- you name it, they were there. It was during that time that Ciel began his growth spurt. After a few years he had nearly matched the height and stature of his butler. One would be a fool to think they weren't related. Their matching red eyes and ivory skin were two of many things that linked their appearances. Even the way they dressed seem naturally coordinated.

The difference was all in their heads.

"Sebastian," Ciel whispered, jarring the demon butler from his thoughts. "Do you hear that?"

He did.

The sound of someone loading a gun.

"Everyone! Hands up where I can see them!" a voice boomed throughout the marketplace.

Sebastian grabbed Ciel's hand and tugged him into the shadows of a nearby booth.

The owner of the voice, a large, hairy, man in a rather scummy outfit, swept his gun-bearing arm around. The crowd shrank back in terror.

"Alright," he spat. "Which one of yer is Lady Heliostier?"

No one spoke.

"Well, I guess I'll do a little experimenting." He pointed the gun mercilessly at a random pregnant woman.

As his finger began to slowly pull on the trigger, a shrill yell rang out through the windy air.

"Me! It's me. I'm the one you're looking for."

Everyone backed away from the source, people tripping over themselves by the thought of being in the assassin's way.

Ciel strained to look around the assailant's large form. He was so desperately in need of a front row seat for the victim's demise. He craved to be even a small part of the action.

It was when he finally managed to glimpse around the assassin's form when he suddenly regretted his thoughts.

There she stood. Lady Heliostier. Ciel had imagined a wrinkle-bearing middle-aged woman with jewel-adorned fingers and a decorative cane. But Lady Heliostier was anything but.

She... She's gorgeous, he thought.

Ciel could see Sebastian's smirk even in the shadows.

Indeed, she was.

Beauty radiated from every speck of her. From her glistening bronze ringlets to her lithe figure, from her flawless white skin to her heart-shaped lips. Even the fragile way she held herself was appealing. But all that was nothing compared to her eyes.

Her eyes, Ciel thought. How I could peer into them all day.

They were gold. Very, very, gold. The color of luxury. A color that Ciel never thought could be displayed so nicely.

But all nice things come to an end.

The assassin didn't hesitate. He had the gun cocked at point straight at her forehead within milliseconds.

He pulled the trigger.