They had been running.

It had been many years since the Funtom company had gone bankrupt and the Phantomhive family had disappeared. Currently Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis were currently living in a small, shabby apartment in New York City. They had been driven out of London when a gang of occult members who called themselves "Daemon Venántium" who were obsessed with finding, killing and sacrificing Demons.

The shorter of the two members of the apartment was currently staring blankly at the yellowed wall. Paint chipping in places with more than one curious stain on it. They had been living in this apartment for almost a month, soon they would be on the move again, running form the occult.

Ciel hated having to move all the time, he missed the familiar feeling of stationed power. But he did what he must to stay alive.

His white tank top and blue jeans were dirty, they would need a wash soon. He leaned his head back on the threadbare couch that had been in the apartment left from the previous tenant and listened to the pipes, the sound of running water in the other room stopped, as the other, much taller, member of the apartment came out of the bathroom in only a pair of jeans, hair dripping, evidence the he had just gotten out of the shower.

"Master, you should bathe. You smell like a wet horse." Sebastian said as he unfolded a t-shirt that he had been holding and pulled it over his head.

"You're right, Sebastian." Ciel said with a huff as he got up from the couch, ran his hand through his blueish-black hair. 'I am filthy.' he thought as he realized how greasy his hair was. It had been almost a week since he last bathed. He walked into the small bathroom he and his butler shared and closed the door behind him. 'Good god, Ciel.' He thought to himself as he looked at himself in the small mirror on the wall. 'Sebastian was right. I do need to shower.' He took off his eye-patch and set it on the little shelf they had attached to the back of the door. He let out a sigh as he removed his clothes and stepped into the small shower and turned on the water. It was still warm due to Sebastian's shower only a few minutes before. He stood under the warm stream of water and let it run down his body. Washing away everything but his pain.

He missed the old days. The days with Lizzie, the cases, he even missed the servants of the manor. Of course they were all mortal and died long ago, but his memories remained. Lizzie's smile when she saw him, the thrill of a new case, the way the manor was never empty.

The manor.

He had no clue what the manor was like now. His previous home, the place he was raised. The place he loved. No doubt it was in shambles if not torn down, but he still missed it.

He took the bar of soap off it's little ledge and cleaned himself with it. Yes, the boy had learned to clean and dress himself over the years. He realized how pathetic it was that he hadn't known how to do those simple tasks and refused to accept Sebastian's help. Yes, the former Earl had changed over the years. Another one of time's tolls it took on the individual. For the longest time he stood under the water until it started getting cold. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a threadbare towel to dry himself off. They had lived in this place for a month, longer than they had ever lived in one place since they left London. Ciel barely left the apartment, in fear that he may run into the Daemon Venántium. The dusty apartment was starting to feel a little like home. Sebastian worked a part-time job at the underground subway station where he swept and kept things impeccably clean. Indeed, Sebastian still had his knack for cleaning. Although they had both lost their usual apparel due to the fact they didn't stay in one place for long, but they still had some of their attributes that made them familiar. For instance Ciel had a affinity for blue, so he wore blue T-shirts and jeans, while Sebastian wore black when he could.

Ciel wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the small bathroom and walked into the small room that he considered his "bedroom". Although it was lacking a bed. He had never had use for one, since he never slept. Ciel saw that a clean pair of clothes had been laid out on the small table in the corner of the room. 'That butler.' Ciel thought as he shook his head. 'Old habits die hard, i suppose.'

Ciel got himself dressed and walked into the living room which consisted of an otherwise empty room with the exception of a threadbare couch, a small television set, and a coffee table.

Ciel plopped down on the couch and let out a sign as he stared at the black screen of the television and listened to Sebastian milling about in the other room. he heard a door open, and them close, and he saw Sebastian enter the room from the kitchen in his peripheral vision.

"Master, I am off to work. Will you be alright here by yourself?" Sebastian said.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." Ciel reassured him.

"alright. see you at dawn." Sebastian said as he walked out the door.

"Okay." Ciel said as he clicked on the T.V. and stared blankly at the screen.

He had never felt so lonely.

A\N

Hello, hello. WELCOME TO THIS HELLUVA FIC.

I, Uh, lemme see... This is my first fic. DONT HATE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

excuse any little fuckups along the way.. and... uh... enjoy..