Wow, must have been 2 or 3 years since I last wrote a fanfic…I'm sorry guys~! A I know I should be updating all my other fanfics and wrapping up loose ends, but the muse just came and left~! The endings I have planned…they all went down the drain…;_; I'm sorry~~~!

…*ahem* Anyway, since I'm fresh with this idea, and this time it is a sort of fully formed plot already (roughly, the finer details need to be worked out), I shall go about to realize this fanfic. It's my first Kuroshitsuji fic, First of all, a few things to warn you about.

One: This is a SebaCiel fic containing yaoi. For the anime/manga newbie: that means boy and boy love, or man and man love. In any case, it basically means gay men in love. Don't like gayness, please please please, DO NOT READ.

Two: This is or will be an M rated fic. Yes, there will be sex. And yes, it will be graphic. Or at least as graphic as I can make it. If you're under 18 or you have never read any graphic sex or smut, or if you simply don't like it, again, DO NOT READ.

Three: Kuroshitsuji and its respective characters do not belong to me. They belong to Yana Toboso. I only own this plot, my view of the characters, and some OC's that will soon appear.

EDIT: thanks for those who reviewed earlier on, the lines didn't show up after I uploaded the story, so I'm trying some square brackets boxes, hopefully they show up… ^^''

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How long has it been? Was it just yesterday? A decade ago? Or eons ago? I lose track of the time that has passed, but "that" is still fresh in my mind, like it had only happened yesterday. Really, it doesn't matter how much time has passed since then. Why would time be relevant to someone like me, who lives forever?

It had happened shortly after we arrived here, in this oddly off-coloured world. Surprisingly, everyone is equal in treatment here. Rather odd and different from what I'd heard. Anyway, back to what I was thinking before. It was maybe a week after we arrived, he collapsed. I had no idea he had become so famished…but then again, I had no idea of anything pertaining to this world or its inhabitants at that time. I didn't know demons could fall into a comatose sleep from starvation, but I found out first hand when he collapsed.

…my infallible butler, fallen.

For some time, I didn't know what to do. How laughable, it would seem that I am nothing without my butler. Not that I'd ever let him know. Of course, I do not believe in self-pity, I sought to "learn the ropes", as they say, of this foreign world. Fortunately for me, I also "awoke" around this time. Ha, the irony of it all. My butler falls into a deep sleep as I, the "true me" within, awakens.

A feral force stirred within me, and soon I was submerged in an endless sea of burning pain. It seemed I had been unconscious for some time, I do not recall how long. Like I said before, time is not of the essence for demons like me. It is below me. At any rate, I only remember being in a constant sea of pain, sometimes ebbing away and suddenly coming back full force again. Other times, it would feel like a million needles were piercing me. My insides boiled, and I felt something bursting out from me.

I must have awoken sometime, because a little after the pain ended, I came to and focused on many pairs of eyes, in the most curious shades and shapes…all focused on me.

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"My Lord, it's time to awaken." A well-built tan man spoke gently but firmly to a small form elegantly curled within the silken blue sheets of a four poster bed made of mahogany wood. The figure yawned lightly and took his time as he slowly stretched himself out fully, while the tanned man prepared tea from a trolley cart nearby.

"I have prepared Warwick Assam* with a choice of sugar and cream or milk. For breakfast, I have prepared two choices. Toasted English muffins with grilled fillet, and beef-stuffed omlette with nasturtium sandwiches**. Which would you prefer, my Lord?" The tanned man raised his head to the boy slightly, a few stray blond locks falling into his lime green eyes. "I want one spoon of sugar and milk with my tea. I want the toasted muffins." "Understood, My Lord." The man stood up fully after having finished dressing his master, and returned to the trolley to prepare the food.

"What is my schedule for today, Chubbs?" The midnight-haired teen asked as he sipped his tea daintily. Chubbs bowed respectfully and went over his Lord's schedule for the day, "The first item on your agenda today is to decide whether to accept or reject the proposals for luck, Then at 1:30 you are to oversee the training of the new employees, as well as to initiate the test to those who are ready to accept them. At 3:30 is afternoon tea, inspection of all the employees at 4:30, and supper will be served at 6:00. From 4:30 to 5:00, it is time for you to make your rounds to the Garden. Your time from then to supper is free, but dare I say, My Lord, that it is advisable to work on that essay His Highness has commissioned."

"Hmm… Alright, Chubbs. Oversee everything and make sure all is going according to plan. I will see to His Highness's commissioned essay as I see fit. You are dismissed." "Yes, My Lord." Chubbs bowed yet again, and silently walked out of the room. The young man stared out the window with hazy eyes as he sighed, "I missed those days…but our time ended long ago, didn't it?"

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…Err, how was it? Continue? No continue? I didn't italicize the flashback because I didn't want to give away that it is a flashback. No, this hasn't been beta'd yet.

Did anyone laugh when the well built, tan man with blond hair and green eyes turned out to have a name like Chubbs? XD I know, unpredictable. Lots of laughs, too. However, it will become clear why he has a name like that.

*Warwick Assam: A blend of tea that is quite robust and bold. It is a unique blend grown to stand up to milk and cream. Warwick is simply a place in England, but to be honest, I'm not sure if it's the first place to drink it, or if Assam is the most common tea there. Assam is from the region Assam in India. Its robust flavor has made it a tea that is included in many breakfast tea blends, such as English Breakfast (which is not to be confused with Orange Pekoe) and Irish Breakfast teas. Pure Assam, however, is way more robust than either of these teas. It imparts a rich, malty flavor. It's personally my favourite. (Send me a message or put it in a review if you want to know more about teas, I'm happy to discuss about it :D).

** Nasturtium sandwiches: Tea sandwiches made of poppyseed mayo/spread with nasturtium leaves and petals in between. Sounds unusual, but apparently, its peppery taste goes well with tea. Sounds somewhat exquisite, to me anyway. :9

…Any more questions? Feel free to ask them using the review questions, I'll try to answer them as much as I can. Whether you R&R or not is up to you. ^_^