No, I don't own either anime. Though I would like to.
"Demon Language"
CHAPTER 1
Kagome, former Shikon no Miko, was pissed; history was repeating itself. So, let's see. Her birthday. Check. Fall into the well. Check. Appear in another time. Check. Wake up as a cat. Che- wait, what?
Yep. Kagome turned into a cat. As she sat up, her two bushy tails wrapped themselves, almost of their own accord, around her paws. A cat! And a nekomata like Kirara at that. Her mind whirled. All demons gained tails with age, experience and power, she knew that. Cat demons in particular gained the ability to fly and their larger battle form when they hit two tails, which was unique out of all other species. And their fur colour (not including the black rings, those were constant) was dependent on their element. Kirara was cream-coloured, signifying fire. She wondered what her element was, being indigo and all.
Kagome turned her new furry head to see a carriage had stopped on the side of the road. Curious, she thought. It wasn't everyday you see a carriage in ancient Japan. Unless, of course... No. Kagome shook her head. It couldn't be possible. She couldn't have ended up in England!
Meanwhile, the passenger inside the carriage was wondering why they had stopped. He rapped on the ceiling.
"Driver, why did we stop?" he asked. The driver's voice was perplexed when he answered.
"Well, sir, there seems to be a... two-tailed cat sitting on the side of the road. Shall I carry on?"
Damian's mind swirled with possibilities. A present for the young Earl, he thought. "No. Capture it," he replied.
Kagome understood all this; English was, after all, a compulsory subject at school. No, what had her on edge was that the man inside the vehicle was, according to his sour scent, a deceiving, cheating, scumbag. She scowled. And he wanted her as a pet!
The priestess-turned-cat tried to call on her larger form - but failed. It wasn't unexpected, she had no experience - but Kirara had made it look so easy!
During all this drama, Sebastian was running around the Phantomhive mansion trying (successfully) to clean up the three servants' messes. With seconds to spare, he left the last of the raking to Finnian and rushed to the front door. What greeted him was a decidedly odd sight.
There, standing on the steps, was the head of the Poseidon Company, carrying a cage... covered in scratches... and smelling of a feline. Sebastian frowned. The last recorded species of this scent lived more than three hundred years ago. Even then, demon cats were very rare, preferring to keep to themselves. How could one so young have survived to this day?
Anyway, Damian was still present; it wouldn't do to have the Phantomhive hospitality ruined because of a stray thought. The demonic butler bowed just enough to show respect. "We have chosen a Japanese style decoration for this evening. I thought it appropriate for the dinner to be eaten outside, please relax in the mansion until then."
Damian laughed as he made his way to the study. "Genius! How marvelous," he said.
A few minutes later, he arrived at Ciel's study. Damian opened his arms in a show of happiness, while also showing off his numerous scratches. "Earl Phantomhive!" he said. "How long I've waited to see you! I've brought a gift."
Ciel turned at his boisterous voice. "Ah. Mr. Damian of the Poseidon Company, I presume."
Damian laughed again. "Yes, yes. Here is the game you requested, it was quite hard to get a hold of in India. And also..." Ciel's eyes became questioning. "The rarest of its kind, a two-tailed cat!"
The count flinched minutely. It was such a shame that, because it was a weakness, he had never told his acquaintances that he was allergic to cats. Oh well, Sebastian can get rid of it. He rang the bell, and Sebastian came running.
"Thank you, Mr. Damian. Sebastian will arrange its sleeping quarters. If you would please?" Ciel gestured towards the chair in front of him.
Just then, Sebastian opened the door. He reached towards the cage. "Shall I take the cat to a more comfortable place, Mr Damian?"
Said man placed the cage in his capable hands. "A very alert workforce you've got here, Count."
While they were talking, Sebastian retreated out of the room with Kagome in tow. "And where shall I put you? In the rubbish heap perhaps, Young Master doesn't like cats very much."
"What! Just because a stupid brat of a child doesn't like me?" she hissed. "You better not."
"Oh?" Sebastian muttered. "I had not thought you would truly be a demon cat. How have you survived, I wonder."
"Well I don't wonder. I would like to know, however, why a demon is living peacefully among humans. Weren't we merely insects to be crushed beneath your boots?" Kagome said, for getting she was a demon as well. Sebastian picked up on her weird grammar, much to her chagrin.
"Are you not a demon as well? Perchance you were raised by those humans?"
"Long story short," Kagome huffed, "I fell down a well, traveled more than two hundred years into the past, landed in another country, and got turned into a nekomata. Can you do better?"
"And you would like my help to get back, I suppose?"
She flinched noticeably. "No, I guess not. All my friends and family are dead. There is nothing to hold me to that time."
The older demon hummed. A demon cat would be most helpful in looking after the Young Master, and they were notoriously loyal. Not to mention only England had demons that ate souls, so there would be no chance of a rival for the delicious soul that Ciel had.
"Very well. You may stay, on the condition that you put Ciel Phantomhive's safety above all other tasks. Your name?" He took her out of the cage and onto his shoulder. Kagome told him what he wanted. "Come. The dinner preparations must be made."
The evening meal had no hiccups, except for a small incident in which Meirin spilled the wine. Sebastian, luckily, was there to show off his skills as he stripped the tablecloth off the table in one move, not disturbing any of the decorations. But later, when Damian revealed that he had sold the factory, Kagome decided to act.
As he was spooked and looking for the door to the study, she concentrated with all her being to turn into her larger form. Soon, Kagome felt her body start to shift. The shadows seemed to climb up her body, and pulled her into the floor. When they released her, she was much bigger and more dangerous. Darkness, it seemed, was her ally.
So she padded down the hallway, hoping to catch the lying rat before Sebastian. He was looking into each room, looking for the lounge. Her large paws made the old wooden mansion squeak. Only her crimson eyes could be seen, and this was what Damian saw when he lifted his head. He screamed like a girl before running in the opposite direction. Kagome snickered and loped after him. It wouldn't do to leave before the final act finishes.
Making her way to the basement's corridor, Kagome stood just behind the door to the oven. Sebastian was walking after the crawling guest, smiling creepily all the while. Her time in the feudal era must have desensitized her.
"You are rather creepy, you know that?" She meowed.
"That is the point," he said in the language of demons. "Go keep the Young Master company, I shall clean up here."
Kagome sighed but did as she was told.
Ciel was still in the lounge, reflecting. When he saw Kagome, he immediately rang the bell. Several times. "Sebastian!" he exclaimed, loudly. "I thought I told you to get rid of it!"
"I am not an 'it'!"
"Sebastian!"
The butler rushed over. "I apologise, Young Master. This is the only one of its kind in England, I could not kill it. They are rare even in their native country."
"You know I am allergic to cats!"
"Yes, Young Master. But this is a demon cat," She swished her multiple tails obediently, "I do not believe she would induce the same symptoms as a mortal feline."
Ciel sighed. "Very well. She may stay as long as she catches mice, for the time being."
"I am not a mice-catcher! Can you hear me, you brat? I can bring down this mansion!"
"He can't understand the language of demons, Kagome." Sebastian whispered to the cat. To the earl, he said, "Yes, my lord."