A/N: Before you even begin this, I would like to say that the character pairing(s) will involve maleXmale relationships (a.k.a. yaoi, shounen-ai, etc...) so if this isn't your particular cup of tea, I kindly ask you to use the mouse to click the [BACK] button. It's simple, if you don't like it, don't read it. It's useless trying to waste your time on this if you are only going to flame it because flamers will not be tolerated.

This is my first assessment to this story, and this is also the first time that I have ever posted a fanfiction, so I do apologize if it seems strange. I'd like to say that this is MY OWN IDEA, and that it will develop as the story goes along (the plot is there; it is just jumbled in my mind, so the updates will not be extremely frequent...) Please do forgive the complex title, but it will play it's part...

Disclaimer:Kuroshitsuji and all of its characters belong to their creator. I only claim the plot that will develop for the purposes of this fanfiction...

Alrighty then, get started!

Prologue: The Beginning

Emotions for him skyrocketed immediately upon my meeting him; although, it began with a predominant feeling of infatuation. For a young boy, he had been and still was was extremely handsome with tousled, ebony locks that adorned a moderately pale complexion and intense sapphire eyes that I'd often find myself lost in. Yes, it began that way—from the moment I laid eyes on him, it couldn't have been helped. I wasn't even aware that I'd had a heart until the organ had begun to pound furiously in my chest when the boy had pursed his lips and let my new given name roll off of his tongue—Sebastian Michaelis. He'd charmed me inevitably. Ironic, since I was the demon here...

Although, all these lustful feelings had sprung forth at once, I had to learn a sense of control. My purpose now was to serve the young lad... my young lord. As a demon, this proved to be rather difficult at times. In a stereotypical manner, I resembled the sins of man, their downfalls, and their shortcomings. Self-discipline, which I had to leash, was a very difficult thing to obtain and have complete hold over. Often, my imagination ran off on a whim; it was ignited by simple, play-on gestures that the young master was not aware of, and also, by the requests made by him. Dressing him was something I enjoyed, obviously, because it was one of those times when I had the chance to admire his slender, developing body. My desires had to be dealt with in a different state of mind, one far from my line of thinking that had to do anything with serving my lord. There was absolutely nothing that I could control that was going to interfere with my duty.

Yes, it began that way, but the swift coming of complex emotions engulfed me even before I was given the opportunity to put an end to them. It was one of those many things that had no specific reason, that came to taunt you and follow you to the ends of the world, a shadow of yourself that came mock you by morphing into the object of your deepest desires at times of weak tolerance. Believe me, I wanted ever so badly to detach myself from such useless feelings...But how could I? I asked myself repeatably. My responsibility was to serve my master, to protect him from harm, and to obey his command. How would have I been able to choke off such strong feelings when my life revolved around the boy?

Again, self-control was the key here. Lust was a retched thing I had to cope with, and I was coping, however, much poorer now than I had during previous times. For years, I had learned to serve Ciel all while resisting my mind's games of twisted, make-believe fantasies. For years, I'd kept silent, much against my devious nature. For years, I had been the perfect butler... And now, after all these years, I found that I was growing impatient, that I was wearing down my tolerance, that I was progressively seeing a change in my sense of control.

Now that Ciel was of older age, he could make his own choices, he could decide for himself what was right and wrong, and as much as my small conscious bid against it... I was going to set play to possibly the most treacherous scheme of the all. I was going to use the art of indirect persuasion to influence my lord, for now that he was a teen, his views could be altered easily. Beneath the bindings of my contract, I was going to show Ciel that he was the only one in charge of his life and that society could not rule over him and decide for him what his life was going to be like.

Even if it was primarily in spite of my own selfishness, I was going to be the one to show the teen what it would be like to fall for a soulless creature such as myself. I was going to make him want me the way I'd been desperately wanting him, that he could not live without me the way I could not live without him, that love burned you with a fiery passionate rage of obsession, that it made you want to scream and laugh and cry all at the same time...

I was going to drown him in the sweetly sickening melody of my heartstrings' song until it would drive him to the brim of insanity, until he could no longer stand it, until he could no longer resist me.

He was going to be mine.

A/N: Oh, I forgot to mention something at the beginning. I have extremely low self-esteem, so if you readers want this to continue on, then please do take the time to review. Really, it means a lot to me. It doesn't have to be much. Just let me know what you all think of this, and if you can kindly suggest any improvements that need to be made, then, please, kindlydo so. Positive thoughts on this will help me to continue, and hopefully, complete this fanfiction.

~Lybe