Hey everyone ^^ ever wonder what it would be like if our beloved Earl Phantomhive and staff met the Sohma family? so did I! and from that little idea spawned this story~ what got me going on the idea is that my friend, who adores both of these animes as much as i do, comented on the fact that Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji would adore Kyo from Fruits basket (also known as Furuba) and made me think "Oh ya! he would!" so here it is~ ive gotten atleast 5 chapters done sofar so ill be updating frequently (unless i get no reviews)

Chapter 1: think of it as a 'vacation'

Sebastian P.O.V

The letter had said it all: Queen Victoria's life has been put in jeopardy by numerous terrorist threats and the Yard hasn't been able to capture or even locate the culprits as of yet. I watched as Ceil sat quietly and sipped absently at the rose tea I had prepared for him, skimming over the letter once more while shaking his head in disappointment. The expression he wore was of pitiful disgust.

"Fools," he muttered, skimming over the letter. "What good is Scotland Yard if they can't even manage this simple task? Tch," he tossed the letter back onto the desk and looked away from it; as if it didn't deserve to be in his presence.

"Maybe they've simply lost their touch." That is not what I wanted to say, though. What I had wanted to do was comment on the fact that even he, the Earl of Phantomhive, couldn't track these humans down himself. But I dare not verbalize such thoughts. I sighed inwardly, instead deciding to verbalize the next step. "But, until this matter is resolved, for the Queens' safety, she is leaving the country. And, as her 'guard dog', she has asked you to accompany her as a form of protection, correct?"

"Yes, it seems so." The young master closed his eyes massaged his temples with his thumb and index finger. "Sebastian, make the preparations. It looks like we will be going to Japan for the next few days."

"Yes, my Lord." I said, placing my right hand over my heart and bowing respectfully to the young master, accepting the task. As I spoke, he drained the contents of the small tea cup and set it gently back on the saucer. I retrieved it from him and headed towards the kitchen without another word.

Kyo P.O.V

Stupid school. Stupid girls! My fists were balled so tight I bet my knuckles were white, because every damn day they had to pester me. One of the pointed orange ears atop my head was twitching anxiously as they crowded me, trying so hard to get my attention. I never understood why they wanted it, anyway. What made me so damn special?

"Kyo-Kyo is so cute!" one of them squealed.

"Yeah, he reminds me of a paranoid kitten." Another giggled. Someone touched my head and I froze; my last straw snapping under the pressure. They touched me. Touched me! To hell with them!

With a frustrated grunt and a couple of rebuts to the giggling mass of girls, I broke out of my paralyzed state and bolted for the window, leaping out from the second story and landing effortlessly on the balls of my feet. Then I ran. I betted they were probably watching me leave, too. Like I cared.

I had almost reached the end of the campus when an invisible, swift kick to my gut sent me into the ground. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. I clenched my gut and raised my head, a look of sheer irritation distorting my features. "Yuki, ya damn rat! What the hell was that for?"

"You know very well you can't just up and leave campus during school hours without a valid reason." He scolded, completely blowing off my question. Damn, arrogant rat.

"Tch, I had to get out of there. The way they were crowding me: it was like they were trying to eat me or something!" I said, turning my head and focusing on nothing in particular, avoiding that pretty boy face of his. Still looking away, I got back on my feet and took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm down.

"That's not the kind of valid reason that the school accepts." He said, smugly. That did it. He just shattered my attempt at calm. My wrist snapped forward: my fist aimed for his face, but striking the air. He was so fast. Somehow, he disappeared behind me and kicked me in the butt, sending me stumbling forward and, my balance failing me, landing on my knees and hands. "You stupid cat. Just get back to class, already."

He started to walk away as I stood up and brushed the dirt from my hands and knees, muttering, "Who died and made you princess, rat boy?"

Eventually I got my head back in the right place and headed back to class. To my surprise – and satisfaction—the annoying girls decided to gossip amongst themselves for a change instead of crowding me and pulling on me.

"did you hear?" one of them was saying in a hushed tone, "the Queen of England is coming to Japan!" the information was winning sounds of surprise and admiration from the ones listening.

"Oh, a queen! How exciting!"

"I heard she's bringing her dog along."

"She has a pet dog?"

"I bet it's cute!"

"Do you think we'll get to meet her?"

They chattered mindlessly about the supposed 'queen of England' that was coming. I couldn't care less. I somehow manage to care even less at the mention of a pet dog. Why was that even an issue? It's just a dog! I rolled my eyes and the class bell rang, effectively hushing the room as the teacher reached the front of the room.

Sebastian P.O.V

When we arrived —we being Ceil, Marin, Bard, Finny, and my self – we were escorted by security from the train station to the Inn and Spa that we would be staying at. The place was privately owned and well kept by the Sohma family. I had to remind myself to thank them for their hospitality towards our Monarch.

"Now, follow me and ill show you to your rooms." An older looking woman told us as she led us down a hallway that looked like it was made entirely out of bamboo. It had a very calming effect to it. "You two," she said, indicating Ceil and myself. "This is your room." She gestured towards 2 large and beautifully decorated paper doors, also framed by bamboo. I gently slid the door open and motioned for the Young Master to enter first.

The young boy had his arms crossed firmly over his chest, an irritated pout on his face. "Why do I have to share a room?" he grumbled, reluctantly stepping inside the room.

"Because, there are two beds to a room, Master Ceil." The woman said from behind them. I bowed and smiled politely at the woman, thanking her for her hospitality, while the master sat down on one of the beds, grumbling in frustration. The older woman smiled and turned her back on me to show the rest of them their rooms. I slid the delicate door shut and sat the luggage down before seating myself on the second bed.

"Come now, Young Master, is it really all that terrible having to share a room with me?" I teased.

"No, I guess not." He mumbled, avoiding my gaze: blood slightly coloring his cheeks. How cute.

"Well, master, how does a nap sound? The trip must have made you a bit sleepy, right?" as if to prove my guess right, his tiny fist rose to rub at his eye and he nodded. "Then let me dress you in your night gown and rest for a while."

I quickly unpacked his luggage and filed it into the wardrobe provided before dressing the master in his night clothes and sitting with him until he fell asleep. Sometimes it amazed me how, as grown up and mature he was for his age, he was still just a 13 year old boy. Sleep seemed to be the only time that the tension and stress of a man was erased from his features and turn him back into a young boy. Almost like magic.

Well, there you have it. love it? hate it? either way, please review!