A/n: Everything in the story slightly follows the Kuroshitsuji plot, but Ciel is twenty, so Sebastian has not taken his soul like in the manga/anime. So please don't be mad. I just couldn't make a twelve-year-old get laid, it's against my code. Also, Pluto is still alive. I couldn't do a story without that lovable devil-dog.
Revival Of A Broken Soul
Chapter 1
Screams tore at his throat and echoed painfully in his ears. The agony that clawed through his body was unbearable. The many knife wounds on his body bleed profusely and his vision blurred from loss of blood. It hurt to even move as he was beaten like a disobedient slave. He was being ruthlessly punished for something he didn't do. His punisher?
His own father.
It saddened him to know that his dad hated him so much. But then again, it was probably because he was a reminder of his mother, who had left his father for another man. Unfortunately she had left her three-year-old son with her ex-husband when she left. Apparently she didn't know that her child would suffer for years after the event.
Now at the age of eighteen he was amazed that he was still alive. A broken doll, but alive and well. He still couldn't blame his father or mother though, he was to kind to point a finger at anyone; it just wasn't who he was. Someone could smack him and scold him for how badly their life was but he wouldn't blame that person for causing him pain.
No, he would take the hurt and lock it away.
"Papa! Papa! Stop! It hurts!" He screamed out pleadingly as he was slammed against a wall, his drunken father's hand was tight around his throat, making it hard to speak.
"You little sonnafabitch! You ruined my life! Just die!" He's father yelled in his face.
And with that he was dragged to an open window and thrown to the pavement four stories below.
He really was broken…
A shiver ran through his body, awaking him from his slumber. The snow fell gently around him as a cold wind whispered through the alleys of London, England; whispering of the blizzard that was to come that evening. Unluckily for him, he had no protection from the decreasing temperatures. In fact he was amazed he was still alive when he took into consideration that he had been thrown from a fourth story window. He shivered, but stood, he had to find someplace warm to hideaway for the night. Pain erupted in his body and he flinched, but kept moving forward. He had to ignore this pain.
If he wanted to survive any longer he had to survive tonight, so he had to push away the pain and focus on living.
'Wait, when did I care about living?'
A shadow fell over his from and he looked up to see a tall, lean man wearing the uniform of a butler standing there. He raven black hair was short in the back and slightly longer in the front and his eyes were closed as he smiled kindly at him. But he wasn't sure about this man. He backed up, quickly grabbing a stick on the ground. He held it in his hand like an expert swordsman; he was ready to defend himself. But the man made no move to approach him. Just stood there calmly.
"Hello there, you don't seem to want to die do you?" The dark haired man asked him, the gentle smile still plastered on his face.
Was he mocking him? "Who are you?"
"Just one hell of a butler," the man replied.
He growled at the butler. "Would you like a place to stay?"
His eyes went wide. A place to stay? "What do you mean?"
"Well, since you no longer have a family and still have the will to live I'm sure my master will accept you as a servant. As long as you help protect the master when danger comes along you will have a place in our house."
A home.
A place that he can belong.
A real family.
"Tell me what I have to do."
The man opened his eyes, revealing them to be a bloody red. "This way, sir. By the way, what is your name?"
He thought for a minute. His old name was of no importance since he was disowned and had no family. So he needed a new name. What was it going to be…
"Raine. My name's Raine. If I may ask what your name is?"
"Sebastian Michaelis."
Together the two walked towards an awaiting carriage.