Darn, I started a new story. Please enjoy.


Chapter 1

Ra blinked. "What the fuck," she said. The man in front of her gaped in awe, and around her the candles burned so hot that they melted the wax immediately, down to the very bottom.

She was inside a summoning circle.

"D-demon," the man cried out in a wavering voice. He pointed his finger at her almost accusingly. "Grant me my wish!"

"I'm not a demon," she replied resolutely, stepping out of the ring. Dark blood smudged under her feet, leaving behind trails of red. She sniffed. They had used fresh blood, at least. "Now, who the fuck are you?"

The room was covered in shade, surrounded by dark, dark curtains that billowed around her as she walked. A small gathering of men surrounded her but stepped back in fear, and her eyes slowly came to a cage sitting amongst the line of silver metal. A young boy peered back at her, eyes wide, and she faltered if just for a second. "Oh?"

This boy's eyes were obscured by black eyelashes, long and fluttering as he stared back at her as if entranced. His face was wet from both tears and blood, huddled at the front of the bars. None of it seemed to be his, but nevertheless she turned and jerked her head towards the cage. "Who's this boy?"

"C-Ciel Phantomhive," the man stuttered back. Ra perched carefully next to the boy so that they were at the same height, tapping the bar with one finger.

"Hey," she murmured, flashing a grin. The man behind her continued to shout something, but she ignored his voice. "My name's Ra. Should I kill these guys?"

The chorus of "no"s behind her had her crack a feral smile, but her hands glowed dangerously and they ceased to speak. She drew closer to the cage, repeating the question. "I'm asking you, boy. Should I kill them?"

"...Yes," he whispered finally, lips parting. "Yes. Please."

She stood up slowly, drawing out her time with the ease of a practiced fighter. "Well, then," she said, tongue drawing over her teeth, and her eyes widened with bloodlust. The room trembled as her magic billowed out, burning its grip deep into her skin and clinging tight. The tattoos on her forehead and upper arms glowed like sunlamps with blinding, bright light. "See you in the afterlife."

Her hand flickered, and just like that they were gone.

It took a second for his eyes to adjust, she thought, watching as her magic vanished through thin specters of light. She had forgotten how fragile human eyesight was to chakra.

"Okay, time to go," she said cheerfully, and with an iron grip she pulled the cage apart by applying strength through her palms. He stared at her as if she were inhuman. "Are you injured anywhere?"

She briefly assessed him as he gave a vague response. "A little tired, which we can fix as soon as you get back home," she grinned, clapping her hands together. She crouched down and picked him up, much to his surprise. He tensed up a bit as she shifted around a bit so she could carry him on her back, but otherwise he remained calm.

"I'll take you home," she murmured, and in an instant they disappeared as well, leaving nothing but the aftertaste of copper.

-Reminder-

Sakura had not gotten there in time.

She had noticed the chakra signals dropping off one by one and departed as soon as she could, but there were barriers pulled up that she didn't understand and could not decode fast enough. However, she found an opening as soon as she felt it and pulled herself through.

They called it magic here, in this world, strange happenings that were unexplainable to them but clear as day to her. The demons did not use any sort of ninjutsu that she knew from her old world, but the genjutsu they simply called 'illusions' were hailed as black magic and caused the fearful people of Britain to call them witches. It was a truly backwards country, but she stayed anyway.

She had only managed to save one child. And that, in her eyes, was a failure. She felt incredibly useless and guilty of wallowing in her sorrows, so she uncorked a bottle of bitter-tasting alcohol that she had nabbed from the pantry and downed it in one go.

After she cleaned the mansion up as best she could and sent the boy off to bed, she pulled a blanket to the way-too-expensive couch and settled down as best she could. She put her face in her hands and did her best to breathe evenly, deep exhales of air to try and calm herself.

She knew what had happened. His chakra levels had shown severe signs of distress, both physical and mental damage in only a half hour. Trauma would definitely occur. Over the amount of bodies around the room, she could see similar marks on each of the children. There was one particular body that she instantly recognized as soon as she matched the body and face to Ciel's, marking them as twins. Unfortunately, this one would definitely not survive.

She had retrieved the ring from her brother's corpse after seeing it in his system and decided to have it in safekeeping for now. Letting him see it would only worsen his state. She messed with her hair for a bit, trying to sort her thoughts out properly. There were more pressing matters at hand that she had to think through rationally, especially regarding that energy she felt when she noticed the other signal nearby.

By the time she had gotten to the cathedral, there was already one other outside signal trying to find a way in. She had fought with it for a brief moment, but in the end she had gotten the signal quicker than it had and she pulled herself to Ciel's side. It had lingered for a while longer before leaving, but Sakura had the sinking feeling that it had not given up its target just yet. She could not tell if it meant harm, but she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up when she had contact with its power.

It was terrifying.

She waited until she could feel Ciel's signals even out before heading upstairs once again. She did not know if he was still terrified of her yet, but she knew that if she tried too hard to help it would backfire. Some people, when pushed too hard, would snap. She had seen it before, and she was not going to attempt to treat an injured civilian until he knew exactly what she was. After all, magic wasn't common enough in this world to be accepted at first sight, and he had seen too much in one day.

She passed one glowing green hand over his body, fading whatever cuts and bruises he had littered on his body. She grit her teeth, knowing by the marks where exactly he had been violated. She placed one hand under him and felt for any remaining swelling on his back where the brand had marked him. Ciel's breathing evened out once she healed it over, and she got up slowly to leave.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him, closing the door behind her. She inhaled and set her shoulders. Tomorrow would be a better day for both of them.

Sakura didn't remember drifting off, but when she woke up the light was trickling in through the windows and she squinted out blearily.

She stared outside at the rising sun for a while, arm half outstretched. She'd have to get up and make breakfast soon. She didn't think the boy ate anything yesterday, and she was sure he'd be hungry now. She got up and fumbled off to where she thought the kitchen would be, yawning as she went.

She'd learned that the food in Britain was amazing compared to the war rations she'd grown so used to back home, but nothing would compare to Ichiraku's ramen. She opened the fridge and examined its contents, assessing. She had grown accustomed to British recipes, so she decided on eggs, toast, and the various fruits that were still fresh.

She was alerted to the sound of the door opening in the room above just as she had moved to the dining room, and she turned just as Ciel came sprinting. "Mother! Father! I-"

His throat caught, staring wide-eyed at her as Sakura blinked back at him slowly.

"Sorry, kid," she said apologetically. "I know."

She pulled a chair out and guided him gently without speaking a word. His eyes had faded over once again, and the thought crossed her mind that he was detaching, unable to cry anymore. She set a plate out in front of him, then moved her own so it was across from his.

"Eat," she commanded, moving his hand so that it held his fork. "Don't think. Just eat."

And after a moment of hesitation, starting off robotically, he began to eat. He stabbed at a strawberry and bit off the end, mouth moving slowly as if he were relearning the taste. He took another. And another. Two minutes into his breakfast like a switch that had just gone off, he started to choke in loud, strangling sobs, shoveling egg into his mouth in as unmannerly of a way as he possibly could. Sakura watched him go at it with only a tightening feeling in her chest, letting him continue.

There was something terribly beautiful about loss, she thought. Once you've felt it, nothing will ever be as scary as the first time. It's a sharp-speared memory that yields stronger men. She's seen it firsthand, in every waking moment of her previous life. Yet it still hurts when she sees him cry, and she stands to clear his face of tears with a white handkerchief.

"I want to see them." His first words to her were not too surprising, barely composed as he continued to hiccup quietly, but Sakura nodded.

"I've sent them to the Undertaker. He's probably finished with them by now."

There were many things she'd learned while staying here in London that weren't even thought of in Konoha. Although they did preserve bodies, ninjas more often than not burned them or stored them in scrolls so they could move them quickly off-scene or for examination. Here, they embalmed or froze the body and placed them into caskets, scattered with flowers like war heroes. Their tradition treated the dead much better in this place. Sakura pulled him up, noticing that he was still in his nightshirt. "Oh, right. I'll dress you."

She held her hand out to him. Ciel stared at it dumbly, and Sakura waited. "Come on. No need to wait."

When he did take her hand, tentatively, she smiled and tugged. No more needed to be said. Ciel held her hand just a bit tighter, kept his head just a bit higher, and Sakura knew that in time he would be alright again.

"How did you know where I live?" He asked her, later, when she had managed to figure out how the heck men's garments were put on with his clumsy managing. She made a face when he laughed at her, but they both knew that she was trying hard not to laugh too.

"Everyone knows where the Phantomhives live," she responded, hiding a chuckle. It wasn't too far off the mark, either. Sakura had managed to blend in pretty well now, and she had learned to remember all the main roads. Her smile dimmed as his eyes glanced away.

There was a compass in everyone, a burning trail that awaits a resting place for the soul. Even when you're light years in another dimension, even when you've gone through the worst times you could possibly imagine, you will always know when you're finally home. As soon as she had neared that looming mansion in the distance, his soul seemed to resonate in content, a melancholy peace in his turbulent mind. Her compass continues to whir, spinning pointlessly in circles with no return signal, but his was already grounded.

Maybe, for now, she could find her place again.


Wow, I'm surprised I still had the ability to write! Even if it comes out dog shit, I'm honestly proud that I wrote something for once. Thanks for reading this extremely puzzling crossover that even I have no idea how I managed to spit out.

I have no clue if anyone still reads Black Butler fanfiction anymore, but I'm pretty sure the Naruto fandom is still huge af.