Ch.1

A Fresh Start/The Plan

The sea air blew across the waves as the mighty boat plowed through the ocean waves. Seagulls danced in the air and on the surface of the mass array of ocean. The mighty ship was headed toward the new promise land. A land of opportunity, a land of freedom. The working class of hopefuls excitingly gossiped and spun tales of what the new exciting land was. They talked of the foreign lands legends, of what great riches they would receive upon entry. As for the richer class, many were not so caught up in the rumors of this young country. But still, truly fascinating. Many a business opportunity, many a fresh start.

The small cabin creaked and rocked in the boat as it traveled its way to America. Ciel still didn't understand exactly why it was America they were headed to. "America is a new young country...perfect for a fresh start." he had said.

"I didn't realize it was a fresh start we were after." answered Ciel matter-of-factly

"Well young master," Sebastian answered back "you have been reborn as a new being, we have faked your death and abandoned your home and the ones you love, and we are disguising you and giving you a new alias to go by. Not to be rude bocchan, but I do believe that it does appear that we are seeking a fresh start."

Ciel frowned, it would appear that way wouldn't it. But wait no, that's not what they were doing. "You're wrong Sebastian." Ciel said firmly.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow,"Bocchan?"

"You're wrong," continued Ciel,"To seek a fresh start would mean starting over and that's not what we're doing. We are continuing our mission. We have been faced with a minor set back but we are continuing. The places that we go, the aliases that I go by, hell! Evan the form I'm in does not change the rules of the contract Sebastian. So to others, this is starting over, but for us...this is far from being a beginning or an end." Ciel gazed towards the mirror to examine his new "form".

Sitting before him was a beautiful young women. She had long dark hair put in pigtails which curled beautifully past her shoulders. Her eyes (or should we say eye as is one eye is visible while the other was covered with an eye-patch which was virtually hidden by the woman's silky bangs) was a deep sparkling blue. A dainty hat adorned with pink and white flowers and ribbons were pinned to her hair. She wore long black gloves which went past her elbows. Her ravishing dress was over flowing with ruffles, bows and ribbons. It was strapless, strung up the front with large pink ribbon. The thin top and waist then gave way to the huge umbrella like hoop shirt which teared down to her feet. It followed the color scheme of pink and white with splashes of blue and black. She wore white silky stockings with a pair of modest black shoes. She kept a dainty lace fan with a ribbon handle around her wrist. A pale face with some light blush and a bit of gloss for her thin pick lips. All in all she was the very picture of a true lady.

Ciel sighed, "Remind me again Why I must be under this particular alias." Ciel winced as he recalled the last time he had to use such a disguise. He's images as woman now danced in the perverted mind of a certain Lord Aleister. His blood boiled at the very thought of the man.

Sebastian made a 'tsk' noise as he adjusted his own suit, "Surely young master hasn't already forgotten the plan!" said Sebastian, a smirk growing on his face as he adjusted his pale white gloves.

"Certainly not," Ciel retorted, "I just fail to see why I must be a lady in order for such a plan to be carried out."

Sebastian smiled deviously,"Well young master, you make a breathtaking lady, if I do say so myself." Ciel's blood began to flow to his face, his eyes briefly flashed red at his butler which only caused him to chuckle to himself as his master's anger continued to grow. "Besides," Sebastian continued, "We already discussed this. To many people know your face now. Your death brought on more publicity then expected. Before it was merely your name that was familiar, now after the many incidences surrounding the Phantomhives, your face has become familiar as well.

As a women people are less likely to recognize you. Who except for those truly close to you could possible suspect that you." he gestured dramatically towards Ciel, "such a sweet refined young lady such as yourself, could ever be the ominous young Earl Phantomhive. And besides, as I said, most believe you to be deceased. The Undertakers even faking your burial."

Ciel couldn't help but smile, his "death" went perfectly. After leaving his estate with Sebastian he soon began to set his plan into motion. Sending cards and flowers to all of those close to him, informing them that Ciel Phantomhive had died tragically in a carriage accident. He wished to have no funeral...only a burial. The Undertaker took care of the burial for Ciel, he even used the dead body of an unknown boy similar to Ciel's size to add the right amount of wight to the coffin. Besides him, Sebastian, the Undertaker, Hannah (the demon who turned Ciel) and her servants (the triplets, if their not dead at least) no one knew of Ciel's existence among the living. (Not counting the Shinigami of course, which wouldn't most definitely know since they watch the actions of him and Sebastian like a hawk, not to mention it's their job to keep track of human souls and their deaths after all.)

Now the second part of the plan was going into affect. Making a run for it and fixing the holes in the story. Sebastian had came up with that he thought was a fool proof story.

The story was that after Ciel died, he's good and loyal butler Sebastian Michaelis could no longer stand to live in England with the memory of his late master. This made sense seeing that Sebastian truly was a dedicated to Ciel and many had noticed this fact. So after his application was excepted by the esteem McHouston house of America, he quickly packed his things and left. This also made sense seeing that Sebastian was an on demand butler. Now here is where Ciel came into the plan. Sebastian, little known to those he worked with, had a daughter. The beautiful young Alice Michaelis. This might have seemed far fetched if it wasn't for the fact that Sebastian was very mysterious and full of surprises. Sebastian had trained his daughter in manners of class and ediket, basically he trained her to be a true lady. When Alice was very young, her mother had been walking in the market when a group of men attacked her, raped her, and killed her, leaving her dead in the street. Not wanting such a fate to ever be fall his Alice, Sebastian sheltered her, keeping her practically locked away from society. (This would explain why very little was known about her) But now they were headed for America, seeking a "fresh start".

"So," Ciel reviewed with Sebastian. "My name is Alice Michaelis, I am the only daughter of butler Sebastian Michaelis. I am young and innocent. I haven't seen much of the world. I am delicate and shy, and I'm a true lady."

"Yes milady." Sebastian answered.

Ciel shot a glare in Sebastian's direction, "What was that?" he asked his eyes flashing red.

Sebastian smirked as he answered, "Bocchan had best get used to being referred to as milady, as appose to Young Master, seeing that you are know under a female alias. I thought it best that we begin practicing now."

Ciel frowned, "Yes I suppose your right," he mumbled "But seeing that you are to be my loving father, wouldn't it be more common for you to referrer to me as 'daughter' or 'Alice'."

"True," agreed Sebastian, "Or perhaps I should call you something more lovely such as darling or sweet heart."

Ciel's face grew red, "Don't push it Sebastian..." the boy growled.

"That's another thing," Sebastian pointed out, his smile growling wider, "wouldn't it be strange for you to referrer to your own father by his name? Quite in proper, wouldn't you say? Wouldn't it be better fit for you to referrer to me as father or father-dearest, if you like."

"Sebastian"

"Or perhaps you would prefer, daddy." Sebastian smiled wickedly.

Ciel's face was turning bright red to match his burning eyes. "Sebastian..." he growled.

"Uh uh uh," Sebastian corrected, "Your my daughter, remember, a lady."

Ciel took a deep breath, his face began to turn pale again, his eyes though still shown a light pink. Finally he managed to murmur out, "Father...can we get some air."

Sebastian smiled, "Yes milady...or should I say, Alice?"

"Alice," Ciel answered, his eyes finally returning to their normal blue, "Alice is fine."

Sebastian held his arm out for Ciel to latch on to in an escort fashion. Ciel grabbed a dainty white lace umbrella to open as they strolled the ship's deck. The umbrella helped shelter her from the sun, and shadow her face to make her harder to see. Though doubted that anyone on this boat would ever be able to recognize a Phantomhive, Ciel still couldn't help but worry. If anyone found out, it would be the end of the Phantomhive name.