A/N: Hello there! I know I'm writing on another fanfic and all, but I decided to try to write another one. I'm very new at writing fanfics, so please go easy on me. Also, there will be an OC in this, but it won't be like those fanfics where fangirls pair themselves up with the characters. Hopefully, you'll grow to like him.

Warnings: Everything I know of so far is bad language, OC, violence and Yaoi.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters in it.

It was a horribly busy day in Hell. The streets were crowded with both high and low-ranked demons who were waiting for poor, tormented souls to fall down into their hands. It was the day when the most human decided to take their own life and fall into the dephts of Hell. In the human realm, it was called Valentines Day. Hundreds of souls usually appeared that day, so all kinds of demons would stand by and wait for them to come.

Everyone was quite excited about the souls, except for one small demon who was walking around in the crowded place, hiding his face under a big hood. There was nothing too unusual about him, but it somehow felt as if the air around him was different from everyone else. It was as if, even with his sneaky posture, he seemed way too superior to be one of the lower class demons.

His body was hidden under a thick coat, but it was still easy to see how graciously he was moving. No one really took note of it, though. They were all busy with their own thoughts and excitement.

Without anyone noticing, the demon got closer to a tall male, who was dressed in a way that made him seem like a very important person. His hand carefully found the man's pocket, and he quickly grabbed the first thing he found, before backing off and walking away slowly.

When he was out of the man's sight, he held the stolen orb up in front of his face and smirked. The sphere contained a strong soul, that seemed to have almost all the things demons yearned for.

The demon closed his eyes slightly and took in the delicious smell of the soul. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he put the orb down into his pocket, not wanting anyone to take it away from him.

Just when he was about to leave, he could feel someone grab his arm with an unbelievable strenght. "Where do you think you're going, you thief?" someone growled and threw him down onto the cold ground.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied calmly and got up, hissing slightly at the pain in his now broken arm. He glared up at the other demon and noticed, to his frustration, that it was the same man he had taken the orb from.

"You have something that belongs to me." The man returned his glare and held out his hand.

"There must have been some sort of misunderstanding. I don't have anything."

The older demon raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue impatiently. "Stop lying, you pathetic, little pig. I can smell that soul from miles away," he said and nodded towards the other's pocket.

"Oh, you mean this?" the smaller of the two said and took the orb out of his pocket, somehow enjoying the feeling of having the pure soul in his hand.

"Yes!" The man growled and tried to take the orb from him, but the other moved it out of his reach.

"It would be a shame if something happened to it, wouldn't it?" The other smirked and let the orb lie dangerously far out on his hand, before suddenly bringing it to his mouth. He then cracked it open and let the soul slide into his mouth.

It was wonderful. Not only because he hadn't had a soul in years, but also because of the soul's wonderful taste. It was absolutely the purest soul he had eaten so far, and it was even more enjoyable eating it right in front of the demon he had stolen it from.

"You little.." The man's eyes glowed in anger, and he raised his hand up to the sky, before snapping his fingers loudly.

Before the smaller had any chance to react, something hit his head from behind, and everything went black.

A harsh slap on his face woke the small demon up, and he tried to look at the person in front of him, but quickly found out that it was way too dark for him to see anything.

"Finally, you're awake!" an angry voice called out, and before the demon was able to answer, he gained another slap. "You filthy little scum! You deserve the punishment the king is going to give you!"

"The king..?"

The voice growled slightly in irritation and grabbed his coat, yanking him up to his feet. "The person you stole from was one of the rulers of Hell. He sent you here to get your punishment. If the king is in a good mood, maybe he'll let you die without torturing you too much."

"What the heck?! What I did wasn't that bad!" the small demon yelled.

"Just shut up and try to behave."

With that, a huge door was opened, and he was pushed inside. It was much brighter than in the other room, and the demon had to squint to get used to the light.

"Step forth, little demon!" a loud, somewhat familiar voice resounded through the big hall.

With small steps, the smaller demon started walking towards the voice, and stopped when he was told to.

"I heard you stole from Calcifer, the fourth Ruler of Hell. That's a bad crime, you know."

The small demon kept his eyes on the floor, a big frown plastered on his face. If he had known he was going to get killed for eating that stupid soul, he would have taken his time better, instead of eating it in a rush.

"What's your name, little one?" the king suddenly asked, making the other demon's eyes widen slightly.

"It's Noir," he replied swiftly.

"Well then, Noir, take off your hood. I want to see your face when we're torturing you," the king said in and amused voice.

The small demon hesitated for a second, before taking the hood off his head and glaring up at the king. His deep blue eyes widened as he stared up at the one person he had thought he would never meet again.

"Oh my, what a pleasant surprise this is," Sebastian said with a sneer as he looked down at his former Master.

"Sebastian!" Ciel yelled. He could feel his eyes narrow slightly.

"That would be Your Majesty to you," the raven-haired man said with a big smirk. His eyes showed that he clearly enjoyed having the upper hand on the boy he'd been serving for so long.

"Alright then, 'Your Majesty'. All I did was take a soul from someone, and that's not such a terrible crime. People do that all the time, and I don't see them getting punished for it," the boy snarled and crossed his arms.

"You stole from a very important demon, which means you have to be punished," the king replied. "Also, why do you go under false name, 'Noir'?"

Ciel's brows furrowed, and he turned his gaze away. "It's none of your bussiness."

"Well, it is. I'm the king, remember? Everything is my bussiness." His smirk widened.

"I don't care if you're the king! You're going to kill me anyway, so I don't need to tell you anything," Ciel hissed.

Sebastian let out an annoyed sigh and turned his head towards the two servants who were standing beside the throne he was sitting on. "Get him down to his knees."

"What?!"

The servants nodded slightly and walked over to the boy, before grabbing his arms and forcing him down on his knees. "You bastard," Ciel whispered angrily.

A small chuckle escaped the king's mouth, and he stood up from his throne, before moving to stand in front of him. "You shouldn't talk like that to your king," he said in a pleased tone of voice, smirking down at the boy.

Ciel growled in anger and struggled to get out of the servants' grip, but in vain. They were way too strong for someone his size.

"I let you leave my side, even though you should have stayed there for eternity, and you pay me back with this?!"

The smirk on the other's face widened. "You should know by now that demons usually don't 'pay someone back'."

Ciel made a 'tch' sound and turned his face away, glaring into the air.

"Though," the man continued, "I might consider letting you live, if you ask nicely."

Ciel let out an angry hiss and spat on the foor in front of the king. "Never."

"Then do you want to die as the useless brat you are?" Sebastian asked with a sneer.

Ciel merely frowned in response.

"Exactly. If you have a wish to live, I suggest you let your pride go for a moment, and beg."

With a strained, sad face, the boy opened his mouth and said: "Please spare my life, Your Majesty." Even though his face showed utter innocence, the spite in his voice was impossible not to notice. The king didn't seem to care much about it, though.

"Very well then. Come with me." Sebastian sent him yet another smirk, before starting to to walk towards a door behind the throne.

As the servants released the boy, he didn't know if he should run away or follow his former butler. Knowing that they would probably catch him if he tried to escape, he sighed and followed the man.

"Where are we going?" he asked, feeling slightly worried.

"To your room," the king replied softly.

"What do you mean?!"

Sebastian snickered. "You're going to stay here with me."

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