Author's note:

Hello everyone! I have recently gone through and edited this story, so for those of you who have been reading, you will notice that I'm not nearly as illiterate as I was three years ago, when I started this story. I have also cleaned up some of the little structure errors and re-organized a couple chapters that got messed up. Anyways, enjoy the newer and improved version of this story!

Oh yeah, for all of you fellow OC haters out there (OC's can be so annoying...) please note that this chapter is a little wrapped around Azure at first, but only to give ya'll a good introduction of her into the story. I tried to make this as Ciel emphasized as possible. Also, if you haven't seen Kuroshitsuji all the way through (like the entire first and second season) then later chapters in this story may spoil some things for you. So turn around, watch all of them (because they are good! Except I hate Alois...) and then come back!

A Little Surprise

I layed awake, staring blankly at the wall. Moonlight poured in from my bedroom window and fell upon the baby blue sheets of my bed.
"Gosh this sucks!" I muttered unhappily. That's one of the many unusual things about me. I have insomnia.

I got up and opened the window. My room was a little too warm for my liking, so maybe opening the window to let in the cold winter air might help tone down the heat of the room.

I turned to my nightstand and pulled the small drawer open. I pulled out a small notebook and a pencil, and tapped the writing utensil on a plank piece of paper in thought. What picture should I draw?

I had a talent for art, simply because I spent so much time during the night improving my simple skills, trying to make myself tired so I could sleep. I heard a little tap on the window box to see that a little raven had perched itself in there, and was sitting peacefully, pecking at its chest.

"Perfect!" I said quietly to myself. The raven cocked its head at me curiously. I began to trace small lines with my pencil, etching in detail by detail once the base was finished. I carefully crafted the body of my masterpiece as I studied the black bird, and shaded in the rest. There, with the stains of lead on my left hand I had finished the picture.

"Look! I drew you!" I said gently to the bird. I held the picture up so that the raven could see it. It cooed softly then bobbed its head in approval. Soon its eyes closed sharply, like it was wincing. It made a little squawking noise and flitted one of its wings. I saw blood splattered upon the blueish black feathers. I gasped. The poor thing had broken its wing! It looked as if an animal had gotten it. It was probably my cat, Chubby, who was a good bird catcher, that was responsible for the bird's injuries.

I have to tell you, I have quite the soft spot for animals. No matter how big, small, fat, skinny, pretty or ugly, I love all of them and understand them as if they were people. So the sight of this little raven in its misery made my heart swell with pity.

"Here, I am going to be right back," I told the raven. I zipped out of my room and over to the closet near my bathroom. I searched through medical stuff and found some letex gloves. I then ran downstairs into my aunt's storage of animal medicines and bandages. Luckily my aunt is a vetrinarian. I skimmed about the medicine containers looking for bird medicines. I wasn't even sure if they had medicines for birds. Aha. Pain relievers for birds! Whoever knew there was such a thing! And I even found a liquidy substance that would make the bird fall asleep.
I charged back up the stairs and into my room. It's too bad that my aunt was not there. If she wasn't out of town, she would be able to help this suffering raven! But there was no time for such evaluations. This was urgent.

As soon as I got back in my room, I pulled on the latex gloves. I stepped gingerly to the window and approached the raven. It seemed too tired to put up a fight, but you never know. Carefully I reached out to it and stroked its neck. It had obviously passed out from loss of blood. I scooped the small creature into my hands and laid it on my worktable, which I had covered in newspapers. Since I had always wanted to become a veterinarian as well, I had studied the veterinarian procedures and biological structure of most of the animal's pretty well. Not to brag, but I was a bit of a biology genius.

I stuffed the sleep medicine down the raven's throat to keep it from waking up in the middle of operation. I laid it down and began to test out my skills. I moved its broken wing carefully and began to study it. It seemed to have an overlapping fracture in the joint connected to the body, and it had obviously been clawed down its side. There was blood and ripped tissue in the wings and on its side, and it was quite gruesome.

There was no choice but to move it back. I took the wing and pressed down with my forefinger lightly to move the bone back into place. With a quiet SNAP, I had done it. Thank the heavens that bird was not awake. If it was, I would be dead, or at least in the middle of being attacked by a pissed raven.

Quickly, I used the bandages and the wraps to create a light little "bird cast" for the raven. There. That should hold the bone in place. I cleaned and dressed the wounds, and put some pain medicine down the slumbering creature's throat, and set it in my long-deceased parakeet's old cage. I planned on keeping the little bird until he was healed.

Now, my work for the night was done. I checked the clock; 3:42 it read. Yup, this had been quite a long night. I was going to have a massive sleep hangover in the morning.

Just then, the sound of a loud BZZZT could be heard above me. WTH?

I looked up to see a purple cloud above me. My eyes wide in surprise and wonder. Ghost? I mean, I knew our house was old, but my aunt never said anything about it being haunted.

As I ducked behind my beloved blue blanket, a million thoughts went through my head: Am I crazy? Is there really a ghost there? Am I about to die?

Just then I felt something drop on me. It felt long, heavy, and...warm? Ok now, things were getting weird.

I threw the cover of my blanket off my head. My face came in contact with some dude's face, and my blue eyes stared directly into his burgundy ones.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed hysterically. There was a creeper on me! Surely one that new some sort of way to drop on thirteen year old girls through some purple poof thingy!

With my panic strength, I chucked him off me and ran around, absolutely crazed from fear. I was so crazed that I accidentally ran into my dresser and fell right on my back with a loud PLOP.

"What on earth is wrong with her?" I heard the voice of a boy. He sounded like he was ten, and he had a thick British accent.

"I believe she is frightened, because before you got here, I fell on her, my lord." I heard the voice of a British man. He sounded very proper. Well, obviously there was a British pedo in the house.

"Sebastian, go help her." The boy's voice ordered. My head hurt too much to get up and see who they were; I was really dazed from my collision with my dresser.

"Yes, my lord." the older man's voice said. I heard footsteps near my head. A red light went off in my head.

Immediately I flipped onto my feet and bellowed, "I DO NOT NEED HELP NOW WHAT THE CRAP ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Just then my head trauma caught up with me and I stumbled over and almost fell. I felt strong arms catch me and lead me over to my bed. I sat over, hunched, and too out of it to kick the invader's butts. When I get upset, I GET upset. Just look at what happened when the dude landed on me! That nearly and literally scared the poop out of me!

"Now, we are just as confused as you are. Please, whatever you do, do not do that again." The boy's voice said, a hint of weariness in his voice.

"Derrr...*sleepy mumbling*...you...scared...the crap out of me..." I mumbled, holding my head.

"That little outburst sure frightened me. Anyways, we are sorry. But, if you we remain calm, we can figure this out." The boy said. "Now, Sebastian, tend to her while I explore the premises."

"As you wish my lord."

I felt a damp cloth being pushed to my forehead and a light hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see a young man kneeling in front of me, gently tending my head. I felt a big lump there and it burned, but the cool cloth soothed it just the slightest. The man's face was unbelievably perfect, and his eyes were a shocking burgandy color. He had shiny black hair, with stray bangs on both sides of his face. At first I thought, Well, wouldn't mind if he really did attack me, he's a hunk! but then my mind cast the thought away in an instant as I remembered how utterly wrong that was.

"That is one nasty bump." He remarked as he pushed my blonde bangs away from my forehead. "How do you feel?"

"Like crap," I said.

"Crap...? What does that mean?" his face pulled into a confused expression.

"Um, well it generally means poop, but that's not the point. What I mean is that I don't feel very good. My head burns and I feel like an elephant rammed me into a wall." I said, irritated.

"My deepest apologies. I shall see to it that you get better, as my master has ordered of course." he said with a devious grin. I felt like melting all over the bed. Stupid hormones! I mind-slapped myself.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My name is Sebastian, Sebastian Michaelis." he answered.
"And the kid?"

"He is my master, the Earl of Phantomhive." the dude replied.

"Does he have a real name?" I asked, my poor small brain was too inferior to understand what that meant.

Sebastian chuckled, "Ciel Phantomhive."

"Pfft! What a weird name." I responded. Well really, what kind of name is Ciel? It sounds more like a girl's name in my opinion.

"And may I ask what your name is?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm Azure." I yawned. "Azure wants to pass out now."

"You are very peculiar, in a sort of amusing way. Well, Miss Azure, please rest. We will figure this out in the morning." Sebastian said, gently laying me down on the bed. He pulled the covers over me and left the rag on my head to keep it relieved.

"Thank you..." I sighed sleepily.

"Goodnight. See you in the morning." And with that, he went to join the kid, wherever he was. Quite frankly, I had a goose bump on my head and I was too tired to care. Usually I'm pretty territorial, like an annoying, stupid little dog, but that night was an exception. Besides, I wasn't really sure if I was dreaming or not.

My eyes closed on the image of Sebastian's perfect shape leaving my room, and I was out like a light.

Ok people, I will have it updated really soon. And don't worry. All of the other chapters will be in Seb and Ciel's perspective. Yes, you all may be thinking, MARY SUE DANG YOU! Well gosh, I'm a noob at all this fanfic stuff, and I haven't read the manga, and I am an amateur, so give me a break please! Thanks, you guys are awesome!
Please review n' stuff.