Chapter 1- Run in

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.

-Sebastian's POV-

Today was just one of those days, the weather was nice, I had a decent meal, and I had a great day at the track. If there was one thing I appreciated about the human world, it was their cars. When they were first invented they weren't much, just something to get you to where you were going, but now they were things of beauty. Cars were they only reason I stayed in the human world. Racing thrilled me, the speed, the rush, the chase, the way it felt when that engine purred. I had made a good life for myself here in this world. I was a prominent racer, not famous though. I made sure that I preformed so that people would notice me, but not so that too many people would notice me and pay too much attention, I had to stay hidden. Today I came in first in a race, something I only allowed myself to do occasionally. After leaving my race car at the shop and changing into my everyday cloths I decided I should take advantage of the weather and walk home.

I was about thirty minutes into my walk when I heard a lot of "Hey brat, watch where you're going!" coming from ahead. I saw a small teenage boy with blue hair burst through a crowd of people. He was wearing a plain black shirt and some khaki pants, both of which were fairly dirty as well as his whole body which had various dirt smudges all over and he was dripping with sweat. He had very obviously been living on the streets for at least a few weeks, not an uncommon sight around here, but what caught my attention was his soul. It smelled delicious, it was pure with a conflicting essence of darkness, I could almost taste it. What also caught my attention was the pure terror that seemed to be leaking out of it, whatever he was running from was no small issue.

I was yanked out of my thoughts because the small blue green-haired teen had ran straight into me with force that would have knocked a human man to the ground, but I remained a statue and the teen fell to the ground. When I looked down at him he looked trapped, like whatever he was running from was going to catch up with him in a matter of seconds just because he had fallen. He looked up at me and froze, when his hair moved out of his face I could see that his eyes were a stunning shade of blue. Humans could never avoid giving me a once over, I was very attractive by their standards though I suppose I did tempt them with my skin tight clothing. I held out a hand to help him up but he ignored it and got up on his own, dusting off his pants. He was about to take off again when I stuck out an arm and stopped him.

"Kid it's very rude to just go running into people and not apologize, you're lucky I didn't get hurt." I told him

He stared at the ground and muttered a "Sorry" before trying to work his way around my arm. He was so antsy to get away from whoever was chasing him.

I grabbed his wrist before he could run off and said "Look kid I can see that you're terrified and not just running from same shopkeeper you stole something from, if you come with me to my house I could help you, I know you're not supposed to talk to strangers and all that, let alone follow them to their house but I promise I won't harm you." for whatever reason some part of me wanted to protect this blue green-haired teen, and I knew I would.

He looked shocked by my words but he must have been desperate because he nervously said "Alright"

"We'll have to go the same direction you came from, but if we stick to crowded areas and you stay close to me you should be OK." I told him as I grabbed his hand and headed towards my house.

His hand was stiff in mine and shaky as we got deeper into the area he had come from. He kept glancing around nervously and his whole body started to shake. He calmed down a bit as we moved into the residential area. When we reached my house he looked stunned. My house is two stories high but not very big, it's painted blue and I had planted various flowers and bushes to make it look even more presentable. My baby, my red Lamborghini was in the driveway. I suppose he was pleased that my house didn't look like it belonged to a serial killer. When we went inside he looked around nervously like he was waiting for people to jump out and attack him.

"What's your name?" I asked him

"Ciel" he whispered

"Well Ciel, I'm Sebastian Michaelis. How old are you?" I asked

"16" he said

"I'm 21" I told him, a lie of course, not that he would be able to tell with my physical appearance. "Would you mind telling me who you were running from?" I asked and got nothing but a pained look in response. He looked absolutely filthy, "Ciel if you want you can take a bath or shower, I'm afraid I don't have any cloths for you to change into that would fit, but if you leave the ones you're wearing now outside the door I could had them clean by the time you're done, and don't worry the door has a lock."

"Where?" he asked. I was beginning to get the feeling I wasn't going to get this kid to talk much. I led him to the bathroom and waited for him to leave his cloths outside. Once I heard the click of the door lock and the water turn on I went to wash his cloths. Now that I was actually paying attention to his cloths I could see and smell that there had been blood on them that had been washed off, a lot of it. From the laundry room I could hear him sobbing in the shower. I finished up with his cloths and left them outside of the bathroom door and I could still hear him crying. I chose to leave him be and headed off to the kitchen instead to make some food for him. I didn't eat human food but I always kept food and drink in the house for appearances in case someone from work should decide to randomly show up, that was a lesson I had learned the hard way. I decided simple eggs and toast would be best since I didn't know when he had last eaten and I didn't want to overwhelm is stomach and end up making the kid sick. Why did I even care about him? Something about him drew me to him and I wanted to find out who he was running from and help him. Somehow I had managed to forget about the delicious smell of his soul, that never happened when human with a soul like that was near me, the urge to consume it and the smell lingered. I was beginning to question my sanity with him around.

~Author's note~

Hello readers! This is my second fan fiction woo hoo! :-). I know the whole "Sebastian takes Ciel off the streets" thing is really cliche but I couldn't help it. This is a CielxSebastian fanfic but I don't think the rating will be changing up to M. I don't have an update schedule for this fic but I promise updates won't be few and far for reading and please review. ~Night