A/N: Hello, sweeties! This is my first FanFiction story. Like ever. I was inspired by some artists out there, so I decided to give this weird story going on in my mind for a while now a time to be written /coughs/ I mean to be typed.

Chapter One

Ciel Phantomhive cannot do anything properly ever since he came back from his trip in Paris. Everyone had noticed that he was always afloat, and never focused on what he's doing. He sat on his chair right now, with his chin landed on his palm and his elbow on his desk, and absent-mindedly staring and listening to what his butler is trying to teach him. His eyes fluttered, he rarely had any sleep last night, or any other night since the trip. He was too bothered about it, and he doesn't think he's ever getting back to normal without having a glimpse to that event he never had a chance to take a glimpse in.

"-alright?" Ciel suddenly remembered where he's in, and saw Sebastian waving his palm in front of his eyes. "Milord, are you alright?" He asked again and Ciel was still quite out of himself to answer. Well, he felt stupid.

"I-I, am well, uh..." He stuttered, scrambling to maintain his composure and focus, though the butler had realized that his master is really currently occupied.

"Master, you've been too afloat since our trip from Paris. Did something happen there that you refuse to tell me about?" He asked, and decided to stop what he's teaching first, and served his master a cup of tea to give him a breather. He has to knock his stick on his master's desk first to wake him up from daydreaming once again. "Milord, can you tell me what exactly happened? If Lady Elizabeth finds out about your state right now, she will be terribly worried." He said and Ciel sighed in exhaustion.

The boy bit his lip first and clutched his pants tightly, quite reluctant to speak. But he realized that if he doesn't ask the professional, which is Sebastian, here, he will never know what he wants to know. "Well, er," He started awkwardly, and looked at everything except his butler's eyes. "Uh, you're... a demon," He asked, glanced at him a bit, and looked away again. "...right?" He asked and waited.

The butler raised a brow on him before answering, "Yes, milord. Is something the matter regarding that fact?" His master never opens the topic about his butler being a demon unless the situation needs it.

It took Ciel another minute before giving his anwer and scratched his cheek in embarrassment. "I, er," He started, closed his eyes for a few seconds, holding his breath and then sighed loudly and opened his eyes. He buried his face in his hands and groaned. "Never mind, Sebastian. Never mind. It was nothing." He finished.

Sebastian frowned. "Well, master, if you finally realize that you have to speak about it later, I will be waiting." He said, and started wrapping up. "I will be stopping the studies here. Let's call it a day for you, milord. You really are not fit to do anything today." He commented, and then turned to the cart. "I will be dismissing myself now, master." And looked at Ciel for a moment, and saw his master getting all engulfed by whatever it was he was thinking about once again. The butler left.

Ciel was walking on his mansion's halls when he heard his servants talking about a certain topic. He stopped walking, and hid as he listened.

"I heard that what happened was very new to everyone." He heard Finnian whisper. It was a whisper, but Ciel heard it.

"It seems like they were thrown to Scotland Yard's hands." Bard added. Ciel decided to take a peek at them, and saw Finnian, Bard and Mey-rin talking to each other. Tanaka was sitting by the corner while drinking tea.

"I heard that the woman is in a bad state. It seems like the Yard was too harsh on her." Mey-rin said, and the two men shook their heads. "Don't you think that it is quite unfair for the woman?" She asked, and her companions nodded. Ciel is starting to wonder what is happening outside his mansion, and what is this about unfair, woman and very new to everyone things. Instead of asking the three, he just turned around and quietly walked back to his room. Don't get the young earl wrong, he still hasn't gotten over what happened in Paris. Yes, it all started during that dream, but it didn't end there. He sighed upon remembering and sat on his chair. He clenched his hand on his desk, not because of anger or sadness, but because of frustration. He terribly wanted to see things again. Maybe if he travel back to Paris he might, but his people would just get more and more confused. And Ciel doesn't think he'll talk about it soon. Perhaps he'll give it some time. Not for them, but for him. If talks about it, he'll only get curious himself. Not only curious, but obsessed as well.

"Afloat again, master?" Sebastian asked, and Ciel almost jumped from his seat. He never knew when his butler came in, and he was already serving him his afternoon tea. "You were crying on your sleep that night." He opened, and all of Ciel's blood rose to his face. "I wonder why." And smirked.

"W-What are you saying, Sebastian, I don't remember crying that night." Ciel said, obviously embarrassed.

"I wonder about that, too." The butler replied and landed a plate of biscuits in front of his master. He also handed him a roll of the day's newspaper. "You might find the headline interesting, master. Give it a look." He added and looked at Ciel as the boy took and read the paper. He watched as his master's expression changed.

"The son of the Duke of Thompson ran away with a girl from the orphanage?" Ciel asked in disbelief. This is indeed new, isn't it. He read the rest of the article. "So they were caught, huh." He said and then turned to the next page. He read it and said, "And they were able to broke out?!" He then slammed the newspaper on the desk and looked at Sebastian. "What is this, Sebastian?" He asked, obviously confused and surprised.

"A reenactment of a fairytale story, perhaps, milord?" He asked and smiled at Ciel. "Or…"

"Or?"

"Or it could be because a certain someone helped them break out."

Ciel raised a brow. "How in the world would that happen?" He asked with a frown. "And who would be so courageous as to stand up against the guards and help those two love birds get the freedom they are wishing for?" He asked and when his butler just gave him an amused smile, the earl gave up and sank back to his seat while staring at the news article. "Who the hell would be so brave and stupid as to help those two break out?" He asked weakly and irritably.

"Why are you so bothered about it, anyway, master?" Sebastian asked and stood straight in front of Ciel with the white towel hanging on his arm. "Is it because of the stress you were still having a hard time going through?" He added and his master just sighed – in exhaustion perhaps.

Yes, it was because of the Stress. Not the stress, but the Stress. It's pressuring and pushing him to his limits and his patience. And that Stress would be no other than the woman in his dreams. He is very, very eager to find out who in the world was that woman and why does it bother him so much. He just kept thinking about her ever since that night. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He has to throw the problems and the Stress away first. "Sebastian." He called and the butler looked at him. "Investigate this crime and try to trace where and how did the duke's son and that girl got away."

"Are you not coming to see for yourself, milord?" Sebastian asked before departing.

Ciel shook his head and sighed again. "I refuse to leave my office and my mansion today. It is for the better, I can say. I am, after all, not in the most energetic moods right now." He answered and sipped his tea and then took a small piece of the biscuits given to him. He chewed weakly, still staring at the news article, though it is quite obvious that his attention was not in it.

"So you admit it, after all, milord." Sebastian said and his master looked at him in surprise first, then on embarrassment but even before Ciel could protest, Sebastian left his room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the boy alone.

"And where is your little, master?" Arthur Randall coldly greeted Sebastian upon seeing him walk in the premises of Scotland Yard. The old man raised a brow on the butler, but Sebastian paid no heed to him at first, but looked around the place, as if looking for something.

He then looked at Mr. Randall. "Good day, sir, I was ordered by my master to look further to the case regarding the runaway of Philip, son of the Duke of Thompson and Eliseia di Porta."

"So, the watchdog is in again?" Randall asked and scowled as he decided to get back inside the building, but the butler followed him.

"He is always in, sir." Sebastian said and smiled at him.

Randall never liked dealing with this man. He's too perfect, he can say. Too perfect to be human. "And where is he right now?"

"My master is not in a healthy state right now, so he sent me for the investigation instead."

"Whether or not he's fine, you just keep on tailing, anyway." He said as they finally reached the entrance of the building. Randall dared not look back to the man behind him as he continued to walk on the corridor. "If you want to see the jail, just turn left and you will see the stairs, walk downstairs. You should find the cells by then. Turn right, and the last one is the one you need." He informed and Sebastian looked rather surprised. Randall never lets him or Ciel poke their noses in the Yard's businesses (but the two always find a way to get away from him, anyway), but he seems kind of lazy right now and gave the information to Sebastian without the butler dropping a sweat for it.

"Of course. Thank you, sir." Sebastian said as he watched the man make his way towards the library, leaving the demon all alone.

Sebastian wasted no second and followed Randall's instructions. When he managed to get down, the place is rather gloomy, and it's awfully quiet with those prisoners. He turned right, and the first cell has a man who was just sitting on his bed, looking at the space. The next one was a thin man and upon seeing Sebastian, he just jumped to him, but the bars stopped him from being successful and exclaimed, "Please! It was not me, I swear! Let me out now!" Sebastian raised a brow on him, but went on anyway. The people are weird that it made him feel like he was visiting a mental hospital and not a prison.

Upon reaching the last cell, he saw its door open, with no guards or anyone. He approached it and realized that he was wrong. His eyes narrowed upon seeing a person sitting by the bed. It was a woman and she wasn't that woman who looks all girly of that time. In fact, her back is slouched and her legs aren't touching each other. She isn't wearing a fancy dress. She's wearing a cream-colored trench coat that reaches down to the top of her knees, and she's wearing black pants tucked inside brown leather boots. Her blond hair is tied on a neat bun.

Upon seeing the demon, her sapphire blue eyes shone in the darkness but then she just came back to staring at the empty wall. She isn't afloat, she seemed to be in a deep thinking.

Sebastian smirked. "So it was you who let them out, huh." He said as he went inside the cell. "You have quite the courage to do that. For a woman, especially."

"Thank you." She simply answered with such a gentle and calming voice, but the demon butler felt the intensity in it.

"You helped prisoners break out."

"They deserved it."

"How do they deserve it?"

The woman turned her head to him. "They were caught because they attempted to run away. That is that. They broke no rules. The duke simply wanted his son punished for running away with a woman lower than a commoner." She answered and Sebastian simply frowned. "There are more people who deserve to be in this room." She answered and looked back to the wall.

"You seem to be thinking of something."

"It's because I am, always am."

Sebastian leaned his back by the bars and watched the woman with glistening red eyes.

Both are just waiting to see who'll make the first move.

"Thinking about what, if I may ask?"

The woman stood up with a sighed and then looked at him. "Of ways. Of ways to leave this world."

"Why not suicide?"

"Too evil for me to do. God doesn't like his children killing themselves."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "I see." He said and smirked. "How about getting yourself killed?" He asked and the woman smiled at him.

"Not my thing." She said for an excuse. Truth be told, the man's words are too ridiculous for her. She almost wanted to laugh at them. She walked out of the room, and then stopped when she was finally standing behind the butler, with only the bars separating them. "You see, those suggestions never work for me. Sooner or later, those people will just die, whether they're younger or older than I am, and yet I will still be around."

Sebastian turned around. "Then I guess I'll be around to see you by that time." He said and smiled.

She smiled back. She walked off. "Anyway, your little master is rather amusing to watch as he stresses over me." She said and laughed a bit.

"She refers to you as the Stress." He informed.

She laughed.

"You seem too relaxed. For an angel." He commented.

"And you seem too confident. For a demon." She said and turned her head a bit and smiled.

A/N: I think it's kinda short haha. But anyway, this is just the first chapter, and I don't know how long this story will be.

But I hope you like it!