Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or Death Note. (This story is not a Kuroshitsuji/Death Note crossover. However, Death Note and L are mentioned.)

Warning(s): BoyxBoy (not yaoi) that's so slight that it is basically non-existent, but it's there.

There are spoilers in this fanfiction!

Sebastian's OOC…sort of. ^ ^'

The fan girl is incredibly calm…most of the time…and creepy.

( ) = Main character's side thought.

"Main character talking with Sebastian while inside the dark realm that is his current form."

Main character thinking intentionally out loud while inside Sebastian.

(Main character thinking unintentionally out loud while inside Sebastian.)

Enjoy!

It was a recycling process, really. Once one soul was eaten, it would remain in a demon's body, observing everything the demon did and occasionally make comments loud enough for the demon to hear. The comments would only be heard, however, when the soul was close to diminishing to nothing. The soul would slowly fade into the darkness in the demon's body, becoming smaller and smaller until the demon felt the need to feed again. Once another soul entered the body, the previous soul would fade into complete darkness and go to another realm. Which realm was uncertain-it depended on the individual-but what was clear was that the soul wouldn't suffer in the darkness unless the demon that took their soul was very annoying and enjoyed talking your ear off, giving graphic, horror-filled descriptions of everything. It's not like you could exactly tell, either...whether the demon would be tolerant enough of you to do that or not, that is. Demons follow their current master, so they most likely wouldn't torture you if their personality molded from their master was kind enough in essence of heart. Otherwise...get ready for mental torture by the master of all personalities and human beings...aka, the demon holding you hostage. Demons get bored, too, remember? Human reactions are pure and prime entertainment for them.

How do I know this? …I don't. I made it up. But is it really so bad that I want to see what it's like to be inside a demon?

According to my best friend, I'm creepy for thinking like that. I'm not creepy! I have an overactive imagination and love sugar!

I also apparently have body parts hidden in my cabinet because I ran out of places to hide the bodies…I can't see how she can accuse me of being creepy when she comes up with random stuff like that. So I have a thing for some demons…that's not a crime. There are humans who are worse. There have to be some nice demons out there. The stereotype of dragging people down through the ground you stand on is…wrong. It's terrible. Then again, it's not like I would know…I haven't exactly spent my afternoon tea times with demons.

And before someone asks…I do not like vampires! I'm not part of a cult or clan. (There is nothing wrong with vampires, cults or clans, I'm just saying that I'm not into that stuff…) I have nothing against superheroes…and the only anime that I've heard of is Kuroshitsuji and Death Note. I don't wear black, neon, or anything that has a skull on it. My attire consists of blue jeans, gray converse, t-shirts, and abstract white jackets. (Personally, I blame L. He's a candy-loving detective! How awesome is that?) The only kind-of stereotypical demon-loving characteristic that I carry is that I am currently studying forensics. (I'm not even going to blame L for that. I blame Jack the Ripper.)

On a Kuroshitsuji note…Claude is the kind of demon that I don't like. Sebastian, on the other hand…I'm sorry, but how can you love cats like he does and be evil? And he's so nice to Ciel! (I know that it's not yaoi…nothing wrong with that. I can live with my imagination filling in blanks. Personally, I think that Angela and Pluto got further than Sebastian and Ciel ever will, anyway. After all, Sebastian is just there to eat. Intercourse is meant to be a personal experience. Sebastian has to draw the line at some point…though the nun certainly didn't apply. Then again…perhaps it is considered an impersonal activity for him. He is a demon, so it may just be considered part of the job…Hell if I know.) Even though he teases Ciel constantly and threatens him with no sweets…I just register it as being cute and funny. At least he attempts to keep him innocent (*cough* Jack the Ripper *cough*). Although he does it because pure souls are apparently a delicacy for demons...I still can't help but consider it sweet.

Now, as to what I think about Sebastian being a demon…obviously, I started watching Kuroshitsuji because of him. I have a swoon complex when it comes to sweet demons. Thus, I consider myself to be one of his fan girls…even though I have never screamed or squealed out loud at the thought or mention of him. (I love Sebby-chan…but not enough to lose my voice.) The closest that I get is saying 'eek' in my head. Clapping also helps to conceal the fact that I want to scream how much I love something…it helps get rid of the excess energy.

When I met Sebastian Michaelis, it was…rather unexpected. Strangely enough, the experience wasn't terrifying. I got out from work…at a coffee shop…at midnight. I started walking home, decided to take a short cut through an alley, and just so happened to run into a demon. The demon also just so happened to be Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji. At that moment, I sort of blanked out and backed into a wall. When a fan meets the person that they thought that they would never get to meet…because they're animated or otherwise…it becomes difficult to form a coherent thought or do anything besides ramble or freeze. I froze.

Sebastian chuckled as he walked closer, smirking, his eyes shining predatory pink. I knew what that look meant. "Cat got your tongue, my lady?"

I shuttered a breath, slowly feeling my legs begin to collapse.

My breath supply seemingly cut off when he raced forward to catch me, holding me up gently yet sturdily against the wall, his smirking face now too close for me to willingly breathe. I would never lose this image willingly. "What's the matter? I haven't even taken your soul, yet you appear to be having trouble maintaining the ability to keep your lungs functioning. Breathe, my lady. It will be your last breath."

My heart had stopped before he even had the chance to take my soul while I was alive. Body or no body, however, I could still feel the transfer. It was like being sucked through a tube. In other words, not fun. It was as uncomfortable as hell. One was the confinement. The other was the pain from lacking the ability to breathe.

I awoke to darkness. My thoughts were jumbled, unable to focus. I was concerned about...something, and yet, in a way, not in the mood to care. Tired. Confused, perhaps. And, yet, again...too tired to care. Perhaps there simply was no threat. Perhaps there was nothing to be concerned about. So I let the thought rest, for now, and settled into the darkness.

Solid, was my first conscious thought. I felt something firm beneath me. Solid. Aware. Humph. If I was aware of anything at the moment, I wouldn't be thinking in such a...strange pattern. In spite of that, I could still only think that the object beneath me was something that wasn't going to disappear in two seconds...as my soul did as it was unwillingly sucked out of my body and disposed of in the darkness of a demon. Yes, I was in a demon. Sebastian. I should be thankful that he provided a solid structure for me to cling to, rather than let my soul wander in the sheer darkness that was his form. But I could not provide, or rather, let him be aware of, my gratitude. I could not risk him deciding to take it away for his own amusement. I refuse to float in darkness for an eternity.

"Such punitive, insolent thoughts. Do you care to be aware of them? Or do you simply just let them be? Yes...you let them conjugate. Interesting."

I looked to my left, staring through Sebastian's eyes as a screen. He was in front of a mirror at the moment, staring at me. "Strange," I thought back as my pulse increased in tempo.

"Insolent."

"I wasn't referring to you," I thought tiredly as I sat up with a shiver. Apparently, having your soul teared apart bit by bit and then restructured in complete darkness took a lot out of you. It will take a long time for my thoughts to become coherent again. Of course, having Sebastian staring at me, through me, didn't help either.

"Then what were you referring to?"

"The screen for me to reality that is your eyes." How anyone could make any sense of me when I talked like this out loud is beyond me. It's not like I try to speak in riddles. I tend to think that my thoughts will make more sense if I put them into a specific pattern, even if I know subconsciously that that is not the case. Anything that sounds normal to me sounds like a riddle to anyone else, and vice versa. It's like trying to explain something to a person that speaks a different language than you. The infuriating part of it is that the people that I try to explain it to speak the same language. Every time I try to explain, my words turn even more elaborate. Works wonders if you are trying to get a detective to figure out what the hell you're saying, such as when you are in a situation where someone will die if you don't give a coded message to someone to figure out...not so much for 'real life' conversation. It's like trying to explain to someone that your soul and thoughts are tangible things that need to be protected. Some people just don't get it.

"If you are done rambling," Sebastian began in a voice that was clearly carefully calculated and sequenced to wake me up. "Try to stay sharp. You may be insolent prey, but prey unwittingly affects the host. In other words-"

"My jumbled thoughts will cause you to lose focus, which is unfitting for a demonic butler," I finished. "I understand."

"Good." I could feel his amusement. It caused a ripple in the darkness...which then caused my own pulse to shake and pulse harder. It wasn't fear that I was experiencing. It was excitement. I removed my hands from my chest and put them on my knees as I sat in a cross-crossed position, staring ahead at the screen that was Sebastian's eyes.

In the darkness, I managed to see the image of red veins pulsing. My heart was now external to my soul. It was connected, and yet it reflected it's presence on the outside of me and inside of Sebastian, like the strange, shiny inner wrapper of a piece of a chocolate covered cherry. No, wait, that was wrong. Sebastian was the wrapper. There was the side of him that everyone saw, the red side of the wrapper, and then there was the shiny silver wrapper that was his true demonic form. My heart was the thin layer of chocolate. My soul was the cherry. Welcome to the life of a fan girl living within a demon.