A/N: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE CONTINUING, this fanfic takes place over a hundred years after all this junk went down, with a REINCARNATED Ciel Phantomhive so first I'm going to APOLOGIZE for the fact that Ciel is called VINCENT in this chapter, but I just couldn't find the sense in writing him with the name Ciel even though he looks exactly the same (two years older), I just thought it would be too big a coincidence since Ciel isn't even a boys name or a popular name for that matter I decided to call this reincarnation of Ciel Vincent, using the name of his father instead. But if for some reason this little change makes you angry I promise he will be referred to as Ciel in later chapters. Thank you for listening to my rambling.

WARNINGS: None for this chapter.

Chapter 1

Ciel&Sebastian's POV/

There's this old East Asian legend called the Red String of Fate. It says that the gods tied an invisible red thread to each of us, and that this thread connects those who are destined to meet regardless of time, place, or circumstance. But no matter how much the thread may stretch or tangle, it shall never break.

If this is true, which time has shown that it is, ours is not just some delicate string, but a strong and powerful chain, that has survived everything that this world and many others have thrown at it. And it is not a radiant red like the legend says, well not anymore at least, but a inky black, cursed and stained from thousands upon thousands of years of our sinful acts and all the horrors we have committed together.

If this is true, we are surely tied together for all eternity, forced to relive all of these horrible things together, forced to watch our own death and sorrow over and over. But that's okay, because our chain isn't just the only thing thats black, but also our very souls. But they weren't stained or cursed, they've always been like this since before time itself. Our very existence is a punishment to the world and our chain is a death sentence us and those around us. Surely we will burn when this is all over, for when the heavens cast their judgment on us, we'll certainly be destined for the deepest part of Hell.

Ciel's POV/

The unusally hot air of late May filled the world around me, causing a thin layer of sweat to form over my back, making the dark blue fabric of my shirt stick to my skin uncomfortably. I kept my pace fast, trying to get to the house and out of this heat as quick as possible, making the hafe empty backpack on my shoulders bounced up every step I take, letting a nice cool breeze go up my back, cooling off my damp skin.

Today had been my last day of school, I had finally finish middle school and am now starting the long and scary stretch into high school. Though I have to say, I am a bit worried about it, I mean I have a lot of friends, I get a long pretty well with a lot of people who are older than me, and I'm also pretty smart, so I can handle the academics that come with it, but for some reason I still feel this slight uneasiness.

Oh well, you have three months off, just relax for a little bit. Enjoy yourself. I told myself for like the fiftieth time. I've been waiting for months for school to finally be over, after taking what seemed like millions of tests, hanging around a bunch of screaming people I don't even like, and having to listen to a bunch of bitchy, sex deprived teachers go on about some stupid lessons I'll never really use in life, these first few minutes of freedom feel absolutely amazing.

The street was basically empty, no one really came outside much around here anyway but it seems that this ridiculous weather has made it even more vacant and lonely than usual. Not even the dogs barked as I walked by and the little girls that lived on the corner by the bus stop didn't even look out the window like they always did to watch all the big kids get off. It was all such an strange and eerie feeling, like the world had ended or time had stopped all together.

I stopped for a moment and listened to the complete and total silence, there weren't any birds chirping or cicadas screaming like they usually did on days like this, and there was not a plane to be heard anywhere in the sky. For a moment I began to become worried, this was so strange, it was as if I was the last living thing alive in this whole place.

I took in an in take of hot air into my lungs and was about to take a step forward and get back to the normality of the house when out of nowhere a large black crow came flying out of a nearby bush and flew at me.

I panicked and waved my arms and then brought them to cover my face. I closed my eyes and only heard the insane beating of its large black wings pounding in front of my face. I dropped to the ground and covered by head but it didn't stop, it kept coming down on me crawling at my hands and squawking at me. I felt hot blood run down my arms and disappear into my shirt.

I've gonna do something or else this stupid things gonna peak my eyes out or something! I thought to myself before screaming at the top of lungs, "STOP IT...GO AWAY!" I swatted at the air above me but the beating of wings had stopped, and when I looked up the crow was gone, not even a feather was left from its brutal attack. I looked down at my hands and arms, covered in deep scratches and blood.

Quickly I got to my feet and started running for the house, I had to get out of there before it came back and decided to have round two. With every step I took it seemed like the world around me was coming back to life, the silence disappearing little by little. And with that so did a deep blush on my face. Oh god, I sounded like a little girl screaming back there. I though to myself, speeding up my pace before anyone saw me.

It was bad enough that I looked so girly already, with my small bone structure, ridiculously short height, fair skin, soft hair, and "adorable little face" as the girls in my class, who won't date me because I'm cuter than most of them put it. I've worked hard over these past three years to make sure that everyone knew that I am a lot tougher than I look and should be treated like all the other guys my age but something like me screaming like a little because of some bird could hurt that image and I don't need that.

When I finally made it to the steps of the house I was all hot and sticky with sweat and blood, some had started running down from my hairline. Jerk must have gotten me on my head too. I looked back at the street I had just ran down, a thin line of blood drops lead to the steps. I really have to take care of this soon. I thought to myself while walking up the steps and opening the front door.

I was greeted my a sudden burst of cold air and the dim lighting of the hallway, it felt a lot better than the insane heat outside. Not a moment after I closed it did I begin to hear the running of little feet from down the hall come towards me and a small body wrap around my left legs. Tyler with his bright red curly hair, hugged me tightly, tears running down his cute freckled baby face and unintelligent words came bursting out of his mouth.

"Mrs. Ab...Mrs...Ab...Lew...oww..." He was trying to say something through his hard sobs but he kept hiccuping and sniffling so much that I couldn't make much out. I pried his little skinny arms off my legs and went down to his level holding him in front of me. Blood got on his yellow Spongebob shirt and I felt bad, I should have more care mindful of my injuries before handling him.

"Ty, I can't understand you if you don't calm yourself down first, okay." I said in a lower voice with a smile on my face. He looked at the blood now running down my chin to the floor and his face got serious and he nodded his head.

His breathing calmed down a little bit and he quickly rubbed the tears out of his eyes before speaking. "Mrs. Abbison won't let me out of...time out...but I want to play with...you and Sarah!" He sobbed out, a hiccup or two in between.

And just on time Mrs. Abbison, our foster mother came from the living room. "Tyler, now many times do I have to tell you? Time out means time out, you can't just get up when you please." She said in a hard voice while walking down the hall, eyes dead set on him.

Tyler quickly grabbed on to me and hid his wet face into my chest, "I don't want to!" He yelled but it was muffled by my body. I almost laughed, this went on almost everyday and he still never learned, but I didn't because Mrs. Allison wasn't in the best mood.

Mrs. Abbison was about to grab him and take him back to his time out chair in the living room when she saw the blood on me and she gave a little shriek. "Vincent, what happened!? Are you alright?" She cried moving Tyler out of my arms, standing me up, and completely forgetting that she was mad at him.

She grabbed my head and arms and examined the wounds. "I got attacked by this big crow that came out of nowhere. It tore me up pretty bad huh?" I said with a uncomfortable laugh. Though her face didn't seem very amused. She looked like a real mess right there from dealing with a baby and a three year old all day, her light brown hair was falling out of its pony tail, she had bags under her light blue eyes, and she hadn't even changed out of her pajamas, which looked like they had a stain from some kind of baby food on her top.

She sighed and moved the hair out of her eyes before she spoke, "Just go up stairs and take care of that please. I'm sorry, I'm really busy right now, but your old enough to take care of yourself." She said before turning to where Tyler was a moment ago but he wasn't there anymore, she growled before taking off down the hall again. "Oh and try not to get it on the carpet and clean up the hallway when your done okay." She called back to me.

" Okay." I said making my way up the stairs. I looked back towards the front door and saw the small droplets of blood on the floor. I better hurry before they set into the wood.

Once upstairs I went and made my way towards the only bathroom in the house, walking past the nursery were my little foster sister Sarah slept in her crib, she made a cute little noise in her sleep which brought a little smile to my face before I walked into the bright white bathroom.

Once inside I was surprised to see Tyler wetting a dark green wash rag in the sink, standing on his green step stool. "You got blood on me." He said before ringing out the excess water into the sink, it looked strange with his little hands.

I laughed a little, "Well that's not like you Ty. Since when do you care about that kind of stuff?" I noted do to the fact that this boy loved getting dirty.

He shrugged, "Well Mrs. Abbison is mad at me, I don't want to make her madder." He started whipping all the blood off of his arms and then handed the cloth off to me. I took it noticing he still had some on the back of his arms.

"Wait you still have some back here." I bent down and quickly whipped it all off before noticing his shirt. "Go change shirts and bring that one back so I can wash it out with mine, okay." I said taking off my own shirt. He nodded and quickly padded his way out of the bathroom to the nursery.

I opened the cabinet door, barely glancing at my reflection in the mirror, and found the small first aid kit. Placing it on the toilet seat and sitting myself on the edge of the tub, I got to work on my injuries.

I've always had to take care of myself, when I was little I went from foster home to foster home, some were nicer than others, and some people I met were nicer than others, but no matter where I went, I never stayed long. This place is the closest I've come to having a permanent home, I've been here for three years, way longer than any other place.

Mr. and Mrs. Abbison are really nice people. They work hard and really take care of us, even if they seem grouchy and irritated at times. They realized that they couldn't have kids of their own after several miscarriages and later decided that they would make their nice home into a foster home, so they could make sure that kids like me, Tyler, and Sarah would have good homes.

It's been only us three for a while now, Tyler and I came here around the same time and Sarah just a few months ago, as soon as she could leave her birth mother. It's nice like this though, I get my own room, something I never had at the other homes, even though there is another bed in there in case someone else comes which I really hope doesn't happen because I like the privacy. Also the Abbisons really do care about us and don't just drug us up with meds for things we don't have like I've seen other people do to kids like me, so they don't have to deal with them.

I want to stay here as long as possible, even if I got two screaming babies, an over worked foster mother, and a foster father who is always working his butt off at some office. It's nice to have a place that I have people I care about for once.

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It was a bright and sunny day, sunlight and a gentle summer breeze were blowing in through the large open windows that sat behind a large wooden desk in what seemed like an office or study of some sort. Hundreds of books lined the walls and everything from the floor to the ceiling seemed to be unnaturally clean, I couldn't find a speck of dirt anywhere in the whole room. It was nothing like what most people had today in their homes but like something from some luxurious life in the past or a movie of some sorts.

I stood in the corner of room next to the windows, a large gold curtain blew in the breeze and block my view of the room for a moment before settling right back into place. I'm not sure how I even got here or where I am for that matter, only that it all, for some reason, feels slightly familiar somehow. It feels like I've been here before but so very long ago, or perhaps in a long forgotten dream that just suddenly came back to me.

The room was nothing but very still and peaceful for a long time, only the relaxing breeze to disturb it. Then out of nowhere the large chair to the paper covered desk creaked as if someone was settling better into it. I moved closer to the chair, to see who was there so I could ask them were I was.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me were I am exactly?" I asked with an unwanted nervousness in my voice. Clearly this was someone's home, they'll probably think I'm trespassing or something. I didn't hear a response but when I got towards the end of the desk and saw who it was I cloaked on a gasp.

It was me. I was, somehow, sitting before myself. I blinked my eyes because I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but when I looked again, it was still me. I mean the boy in front of me did look one or two years younger and he did dress quite oddly, like some from a hundred years ago but it was still me I was sure of it. He had the same blueish gray hair, cut into the same style as me and the same small boney body as me, even that same "adorable" face as me. He even had my bright blue left eye, but over the other one, the same one that I was discolored in, he had an eye patch over it. He was me, I was dead sure of it, and it scared me so much I could feel myself beginning to shake. I stood there in complete terror and confusion and yet all he did was sit there staring at some papers, not even looking paying attention to my presence what so ever, as if I didn't even exist.

How could this be real, how can there be two mes at the same time, this can't possibly be me can it? That's when I realized the strange different things about us, he has this weird air about him, a very mature one like he was really thirty years older than what he looked and he also had this very dark aura around him, one that I've seen before in anyone else, let alone myself. This couldn't be me, this isn't me this is some kind of fake.

I stopped shaking and stood taller, glared down at the younger boy and saw that he was nothing more than some child who just happened to look like me. "I don't know who you are, or why you look like me, but the least you could do is answer me when I'm speaking to you." I said in my most stern voice, hearing some annoyance.

All of a sudden the boy looked up from the papers he had been reading. I thought I had gotten an answer out of him finally but saw that I was wrong when the door opened. "It's about damn time you got here Sebastian, your a minute late today." The boy said in an annoyed voice, my voice, and with a fake smirk on his face, my smirk and my face.

I immediately felt bad for whom ever he was speaking to, do to the fact that he was angry with them for only being a minute late, also the way he spoke to this 'Sebastian' wasn't kind at all and the person probably deserved a lot more respect than what they were getting. I looked towards the door and saw a silver cart being pushed in with a small cake and a cup of what looked like tea into the room. It was a very old fashioned display the whole the thing was, nothing you'd see nowadays.

Then the man pushing the cart came into veiw, he was very tall and very thin, ink black hair covered the sides of his face, which, no matter how hard I looked, I could not see. I moved closer towards him, trying to see what he looked like, but it seemed so blurry and hazy that it actually hurt my eyes to look at it, so I looked at the cake instead, which looked really tasty by the way.

"My apologies young master, but it seems that I had to rebake the cake do to some issues with the other servants. I am deeply sorry." The man called Sebastian said in a deep and calming voice that had something very familiar about it, he then bowed before picking up the cake and tea and setting it on the desk in front of the boy.

"I don't want to hear your excuses, just don't let it happen again." The boy said showing how much of a brat he was before taking a sip of the tea.

"Of course younger master." Said Sebastian, moving away from the window to fix a book that looked slightly crooked on one of the book shelves. Then, out of no where, a large gust of wind came into the room from the open windows and all the papers that had been stacked up on the desk suddenly were in the air in seconds.

"Sebastian." The boy said not even caring, just taking a bite out of his cake. But the man on the other hand sprung into action and was catching all the papers out of the air at a super speed, one by one and adjusting their order in random ways, as if he knew the exact order before the scattered, then the next thing you knew he had them all stacked just the way were moment ago and was now closing the window.

I stood there, mouth hanging open, eyes bugging out of my head, speechless for what I just witnessed, while the other me just sat there bored and sleepy like, like he had seen this a thousand times before, not even bothering to thank the man.

"Now if you'd excuse me young master, but I must see to dinner now." Sebastian said with another bow before grabbing the cart and heading out of the room. I quickly shook my head, waking myself up from the shock of what just happened and moved to fallow him out of the room because I didn't want to miss another performance like that. As soon as I made my way to the door, speeding my pace a little when I saw he was shutting it, I heard the other me chuckle.

I turned around, letting the door click shut behind me, he was looking straight at me, as if he could just suddenly see me, but with no surprise in his calm expression at all, like he knew I was there the whole time. "He acts like such a good dog when he's all like this, chained and bound to me, under my total control, no free will." He said with a smile that quickly disappeared when he locked eyes with me, looking deep into my soul and seeing everything that I was. "But, do you have the strength to control him?" He said in a dark voice, one that didn't suit him in anyway.

I was about to ask him what he meant since he finally noticed my existence but then everything faded to black.