A/N: Hello. I hate lengthy author's notes, so I shall try to exact brevity in mine. This was created from a prompt given by tumbr user dragonofyang. She asked for a Kuro fic that followed demon Ciel and Sebastian in the current time period, with shenanigans ensuing at the utter differences in time between the turn of the 20th Century and our own. The first chapter is short, horribly so, being mostly exposition. I do not know how long this will end up being, but I hope that it is enjoyed while it lasts. I took the outfits from Kuroshitsuji II art Yana had drawn.

Demons had their way of keeping tabs upon the human world; as such, Sebastian was keen to see how the time drifted on the pitiful planet as he learned his young master.

One hundred years was little to a demon, but it was at least as long as Ciel had needed in order to learn the ropes of how to survive and exist. He did not posses a full demon form, but his change did include the customary feathered wings, fanged teeth, sharpest of nails, and piercing violet glow. He developed speed and agility, the knowledge of how to heal himself, and the use of his wings for both travel and protection. He learned to hunt upon the demon dogs (no wonder Sebastian hated them so), wyverns, bears and boars, and on the occasional snake.

Animals do not have souls, however, and the day came when the pair needed to return to Earth and scavenge for food.

"My Lord, are you ready?" Sebastian gazed at his protege. Mythical beings were never born, merely appearing as adult-looking creatures, so Sebastian truly had no idea how Ciel's human appearance would change or develop when they first began. With eternal lives, and much chagrin on Ciel's part, the hundred years did little to his looks: he could pass for roughly fifteen or sixteen, still significantly shorter than Sebastian at roughly 174cm and not having terribly much more for muscle. His hair was the same short length, and he was as pale as he had always been. He wore a white dress shirt and black tie, mostly covered with a grey vest and topped with a crop-cut blazer accented with golden buttons and stitching. A simple brown belt kept his long blue jeans snug against his tiny waist, cuffs and feet disappearing into a tasteful pair of calf-high boots. Ciel scoffed loudly.

"The stitching on this fabric is atrocious, Sebastian! Where in heavens did you commandeer these rags?" Sebastian couldn't help but smirk, shaking his bangs out of his eyes. The elder wore a simple peasant-styled shirt under a grey cardigan that was flanked with a long black scarf. He wore no belt, skinny black jeans accentuating his lithe legs and blending with a pair of ankle-high boots. A small silver necklace, with 'momento mori' engraved upon it, completed his look.

"It's how they make clothing these days, young master. The world is a much-changed place since your passing." Ciel merely rolled his eyes, swiftly placing his signature eyepatch over his right eye and tying it behind his head.

"Then I do not expect to enjoy it."

They appeared in a park, the sun warm and welcoming in the dry atmosphere. It was generally empty, the two finding themselves in a quiet neighborhood of track housing. Ciel shielded his eyes as he looked around to take in the surroundings.

"Their homes are atrociously small, here. Do you know where we are?"

"We have arrived in America, young master. We are currently in Nevada, a state that was almost devoid of life when we were last here. The population is roughly two million people, in a city where sins run rampant and souls are marred in a mere night. It seemed the perfect place to return to."

"Why didn't you take me back to bloody London, you idiot!" Ciel shouted. He wasn't used to the warmth or the dryness, and being so around human souls to consume was making him cross with hunger and anticipation. London, in all actuality, was probably a complete stranger to him; anyone he had known would be long dead, and the progress of time would have eradicated any businesses or homes he was once familiar with. Sebastian knew this before Ciel processed it, and Las Vegas was a prime place to bring his fledgling demon; to draw forth an unsuspecting tourist into shady darkness or seduce them in their own hotel room…how utterly foolish.

"Master, you will be pleased to know that I already have a residence set up for us. Furthermore, there is a Funtom chocolate factory not far from here if you wish to see it." Ciel's head snapped up toward Sebastian, the quickest glimmer of pleasure shining in his eyes before fading away again.

"No, Sebastian, not until we are settled in. Let us go to the home and figure out a plan before we do anything in this unfamiliar place."

Sebastian smiled, bowing with a hand over his heart.

"Yes, My Lord."