Okay! This story starts out with a few OCs, but don't worry, I plan on adding the main characters in later chapters! Aphelia and Alistair belong to me; Ares, Ambrose, Avalina, and Avanthe belong to my two friends. Some spanking in later chapters as well so, heads up! Review please!

Oh yeah *Clears throat* : Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me, it belongs to Yana Toboso. Lucky...

~Enjoy!

~*Alistair's POV*~

It had been, surprisingly, a rather calm day. The girls minded us and did as they were told- a scary thing in itself- and each lesson was seen to its completion without a single tantrum or word of backtalk. Though I was grateful for the reprieve, I was also a little nervous. Usually when the girls behaved themselves it was either because they were planning something or they had already gotten into trouble and didn't want us to find out.

I sat at the dining table, keeping an eye on the staircase, as I sipped my tea. The girls had all gathered into the playroom after lunch, and they hadn't made a noise since. Suddenly Ambrose burst through the swinging doors that led from the kitchen to the dining room and hurriedly walked towards me.

He slammed his open palm onto the table,"…..Crayons….." it was obvious he was trying to keep himself calm.

I sighed," Aphelia?"

He nodded slowly, death in his eyes," In the library…"

"Very well then, I'll handle this", I said as I set my cup down. Perhaps I was too hasty in my assessment of this day.

The first thing I did was walk into the library, just to see the damage. The sight that met my eyes nearly knocked me off my feet; there was shattered glass on the floors, all the books in the shelves had been thrown harshly to the ground, and every inch of the wall had been covered in crayon drawings, quite a few of which happened to be profanity, much to my displeasure.

"Quite a doozy isn't it?" asked Ares, who had an armful of glass.

"S-she did all of this?" I asked, stunned into silence.

"No, not quite, it appears that it was a joint effort", he said, a hint of irritation evident in his voice.

Ah, so this is what the girls were trying to hide.

I gritted my teeth and sighed," I'll go deal with Aphelia"

He nodded, but both of our attention shifted as we noticed a shadow suddenly dart past the door.

"Get back in here", I said with a slightly raised voice.

Aphelia's tiny form peered out from behind the doorframe.

"Come here", I said. The silly child came in, but only as far as the desk; which was about 10 feet away from me.

"No, come here", I pointed to a spot in front of me. She looked about the room nervously as if she was contemplating on leaving or not.

"One", I started counting. She immediately snapped back and hurried to the spot I pointed to.

I placed my hands on my hips, "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Suddenly her attitude changed from bashful to her usual insolent self.

"You ass! How can you accuse me without even a fair questioning? It was probably Avanthe or Avalina!" she stomped her foot in indignation.

I raised my brow at her as I picked up a crayon box with her name on it.

She visibly gulped,"They must've stolen and used it for their own sick games!"

"Shall I add lying to your punishment then?"

She hesitated for a moment, deciding that it offered nothing in her favor, and sighed," No."

"Then I want you to wait for me in your room. The three of you will apologize later tonight"

The child was glaring daggers at me.

"Don't look at me like that; you've gotten yourself into this mess. Now go", I turned her in the direction of the stairs and gave her a small push.

She stomped away reluctantly.

~*Aphelia's POV*~

It had been a good twenty minutes since Alistair sent me up here. I presume my sisters had been dealt the same fate, but I wanted to make sure. So I walked over to my toy box, and at the very bottom was a trumpet; well, it was a communication tube disguised as a trumpet that happened to be connected to my other two sisters' rooms.

"Hey, Avanthe, Avalina, you guys in there?"

"Ya", said Avanthe

"Mhmm", said Avalina

"What's the jiffy on your butlers?"

"Ares was pretty mad; he didn't even speak to me when he shut the door"

"Ya same with Ambrose, I can tell that he's furious because he took away my chocolate"

I gasped," What? No way! That bastard! Ya well Alistair's being an asshole right now; he took away my crayons and he's making me stand in the corner while I wait for him. I mean seriously, what in the hell is that supposed to teach me? If I do bad shit I get to stretch my legs? What a fuckin' dumbass." I laughed, more to myself than anything,"Hey, have your butlers checked on you guys yet?"

"Ya, Ambrose just left"

"Same here"

I paused momentarily and looked behind me only to have my eyes come face to face with, ah shit, Alistair's pant leg.

"Um, yeah, I gotta go!" I said hurriedly into the trumpet.

I quickly shoved everything back in the toy box and turned to face Alistair's pant leg again.

I peered tentatively up at him, and then quickly looked back down as I saw his seething glare.

"Uh, Alistair I-"

"Stand up", he said harshly

Fear struck into my heart.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"Stand. Up"

I did so, and the moment I was on two feet, Alistair spun me around and delivered three sharp swats to my backside.

It was more shocking than anything-wait, what the hell am I saying? It hurt like a bitch! - but it left me shaking slightly and had me fighting back tears as my throat tightened.

"What part of 'stand in the corner and don't make a sound' is hard for you to understand?" he asked with a low voice.

I shook my head.

"I can't hear you"

Asshole! "Nothing", I said quietly

"And how come it sounded like you were talking to Avalina and Avanthe? Is there something Ambrose, Ares, and I should know?"

I kept my head lowered and my eyes to the floor.

"Well? Is there?" his voice raised

"N-n…Yessir", I said through choked back tears.

"Give it to me"

I looked up at him," B-but-"

"Now"

I sobbed, embarrassingly loud," I can't! It's attached to the toy box!"

He quietly growled in irritation and stalked over to the toy box, where he picked up the trumpet, examined it for a second before taking out scissors and cutting the cord.

"Sit", he told me, gesturing to the chair by my fireplace. I quickly climbed into it, wincing slightly as my toosh hit the cushion, "Now, I'm going to throw this out and tell Ambrose and Ares about your little communication system. When I come back, you'd best be in that chair. Understood?"

"Yessir"

He fixed me with a hard glare before heading out of the room.

As soon as the door shut, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, and fresh, hot tears began to slide their way down my face. Part of me wanted to believe I felt this way because I had gotten caught and in turn gotten my two sisters in trouble. But my heart knew that it was because I had managed to push Alistair this far without realizing it. Was I really that bad? Sure he's scolded and yelled and lord knows he's swatted me enough times, but never has he looked at me with such…I don't know…hatred?...before. It was enough to make me feel pretty crummy, and it was enough to make me break down and cry into my knees (Which, I hate to say, doesn't take much).

I cried for what felt like an eternity. I cried until my head hurt, and I was hiccupping uncontrollably. My throat was getting sore from the spasming and so was my stomach, but I still didn't feel any better. So I cried some more. I kept on crying until I felt a warm hand rest on my shoulder.

I looked up, and through my veil of tears I saw Alistair looking down at me with warmth in his eyes again.

~*Alistair's POV*~

I had entered Aphelia's bedroom, hell-bent on throttling the child. However, upon entering, I noticed that she was crying. Perhaps, that's an understatement; the child was sobbing so violently, I feared that her lungs would burst from the pressure of slamming against her ribs.

I soundlessly walked over to her side and all my resolve was lost; instead of anger, I felt my heart shatter upon looking at her.

I placed my hand on her shaking shoulder, in order to provide comfort since this is partly my doing, as she looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.

I couldn't take it any more! Without thinking, I picked her up and nearly broke the child in half with a monstrous hug. Then I settled on slowly rocking back and forth while rubbing soothing circles on her back until she could get her breathing under control.

"…'listair...I-I'm…sor-ry", I heard her mumble into my shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're forgiven"

For some reason, this made her cry harder. I swear, this child cries more tears than the Hoover Dam can hold.

I sighed; this was going to take a while. As it was already getting quite late, I wordlessly headed into her bathroom to draw her a bath. Once inside I sat her on the counter while I turned the knobs.

"…Are you still mad?" Aphelia finally said, sniffling pathetically.

I looked at her and answered honestly," I'm not so much mad as disappointed"

~*Aphelia's POV*~

Ugh, what part of an adult's brain made it think that that was a good answer?

"…Oh", I said. I wasn't crying anymore and I felt better, but my stupid voice kept hitching occasionally.

Alistair walked over and ruffled my hair affectionately before unbuttoning my dress and dumping me in the tub.

"Ow! This water is too hot!" I complained.

"Shush, child, I checked it myself. It is perfectly fine"

"Of course that's easy for you to say! You're a demon; you come from the fiery pits of hell!"

"Actually, contrary to popular belief, hell is quite cold."

"Whatever", I huffed.

Once my bath was done, Alistair wrapped me up in a warm towel and sat me on the counter again, so he could drain the tub and get my clothes.

"I don't wanna go to bed." I whined as he readied me for bed.

Alistair sighed," It doesn't matter whether you want to or not, a child your age needs their sleep"

I took a step closer to the door.

"If you dare leave this room, I can ensure that you'll never see another ice cream sundae again!"

I immediately walked back to the bed.

Alistair pulled back the covers so I could climb in before he tucked me in for the night. He then walked over to the mirrors and covered them with a sheet, turned off all of the lights so that the only light source was the glow of the fireplace, and settled himself in the chair next to my bed and began to read.

Twenty-minutes had passed and I still was unable to sleep.

"Hey Alistair?"

He blinked in slight surprise and turned his head towards me," Yes my dear?"

"I really am sorry about today. I didn't mean to make you mad."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I didn't mean to make you that mad"

He laughed softly," All is forgiven. Besides, I have come to expect such things from the three of you."

I threw one of my pillows at him," What's that supposed to mean?"

He chuckled again as he walked over to put it back behind my head," It means that you need to settle down and go to sleep."

"But I'm not sleepy"

"Would you like me to make you some tea? Or read you a story?"

"Read me a story"

He proceeded to tell me about a little girl in red who would travel in the woods against her mother's wishes and was gobbled up by a wolf. At this point, my eyes began to feel heavy and I let out a yawn. Alistair tucked me in tighter and kissed my forehead goodnight before going back to read his book.

"Hey Alistair?"

His eyes met mine before they lazily went back to the book," Yes my dear?"

"Do you think we can go to the park tomorrow?"

"I don't see why not"

"Good. Well then, good night."

"Good night"

"….Hey Alistair?"

I noticed his fingers grip tighter around the book," Yes?"

"Did Avalina and Avanthe get punished too?"

He nodded absently," I would presume so; they were just as guilty as you were."

"Oh"

Alistair went back to reading his book.

"Hah! I bet they got whooped too huh?"

"Good night, Aphelia"