Title : Wherever You Will Go

By : CherryFlavouredPoison

Fandom : Kuroshitsuji

Parings : Sebastian X Ciel (For later chapters), other parings may be mentioned (I'm not sure about that though)

Rating : K+

Genre : Romance(Later)/Drama/Slice Of Life

DISCLAIMER : Unfortunately, Kuroshitsuji does not belong to me. But I have cookies!

Other Warnings : Unbeta, OOCness, Lil' bit o'slash (if you squint)

To make it easier: The whole story will be told from Ciel's POV.

"27...27...Where the hell is room 27?"

I was more than irritated. The complex was so huge, that I've spend over an hour looking for the room I was supposed to inhabit. I believe it might not exist.

"...27..." I kept on muttering, when suddenly...

Yes. Almost every interesting story has to include a "when suddenly" phrase.

I found myself on the floor, with a sharp current of pain flowing through my lower back. I bumped into another student. How embarrassing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, little boy!" That person exclaimed. - I'm just so clumsy! Please forgive me! - He reached out his hand and helped me stand up.

"Thank you." I said as I dusted my trousers.

"What might you be doing here, little boy? Are you lost?"

I nodded sheepishly. How foolish of me, a seventeen-year-old student getting lost in order to find his room.

"Yes. I'm looking for room 27." And before he could answer, I added "And please, don't call me 'little boy'. My name is Ciel Phantomhive."

"'Ciel' you say, little boy? Do you by any chance know the song by Edith Piaf, Sous le Ciel de Paris*?"

"N-no, not really."

"Oh, a pity then." He sighed audibly. "My name is Grell Sutcliffe, the vocalist of the campus' band, 'Grim Reapers'." What a pleasant name for a band.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Sutcliffe." I shook his hand, the bag hanging over my shoulder rocking back and forth as I did so.

"Oh, so sorry, litt- Ciel! I forgot you were searching for your room!" Then, he turned around, and I thought he is going to show me the way, so I followed him.

He entered a room which had it's door open (I didn't notice it before). Could it be that my room was so close by?

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

The room was fairly big and had pretty, cream-coloured walls. Inside were three guys, and each of them were holding an instrument. Two guys with black hair were holding guitars (I assumed that one of them was a bass guitar) and another, blonde-haired young man was sitting behind a set of drums.

All of them were wearing glasses!

"'Kay, fifteen minutes' break!" Grell said with a loud and commanding voice, then he turned to the guy, which set down his classical guitar. "Sebas-Chan, I would ask you to do me a favour. And you can take off those glasses."

The person named Sebas-Chan sighed and took of the spectacles of the bridge of his nose and set them aside. "What is it?" He asked.

His voice was soft and gentle, but it had something weird in it...It sounded...addicting.

"I would need you to take this boy to room 27. He lost his way."

'Sebas-Chan' sighed again. "Why wasn't I told that I'll be sharing my room this year?"

"I dunno, Sebas-Chan. But it's not my fault. And by the way, your room is a double, isn't it?"

"It is." The other huffed. "But it doesn't mean that I want to share my room with another person. I actually prefer being alone."

"You can argue about that with the principal. Now...please?"

He sighed once again and hanged his head in defeat. Then, he went passed me and left the room.

"Follow him." Grell pushed me towards the door.

I ran after him, afraid that I'll be lost again.

After a while, we stood in front of an oak door.

"It's here. The bed on the left side is yours. And don't touch anything."

"Thank you, Mr..."

Without answering me, he turned his back to me and went to the room where from we took off.

Great. Now I'll be stuck with a moody roommate for the next year, or maybe even more.

I sighed.

It's gonna be a hard year.

It took me almost all afternoon to unpack my things.

The clothes I took filled two shelves in the wardrobe. I had to move some of my roommates things, and at first I wanted just to put them on another shelf, but I noticed the state his clothes were kept. They were all shoved together, without any pattern. I sighed once more and removed all of his clothes from the wardrobe, folded them nicely and put them back in. After I was finished with my task, I decided to wash. Thank God that every room was connected with a tiny bathroom, so I didn't have to go out and get lost again and...well, never mind. I took my time, washing myself and basking in the soft scent of a shampoo I used. Yeah, stupid, but I really liked it's scent. Cinnamon.

I emerged from the bathroom in my t-shirt and boxer shorts. Then, I saw Mr. Moody sitting cross-legged in front of the wardrobe and staring at the clothes. Damn! What if I messed something up with his clothes and now his angry?

"Did you do this?" - He asked calmly.

"U-uh...yeah...sorr-"

"Thank you." He said softly.

"It's fine." I answered, letting out a breath of relief. Suddenly, I felt the foreign urge to hug him.

"Stupid Ciel!" I scolded myself mentally. "You just met him and now what? Are you an idiot?"

Unfortunately, the voice in my head was far to quiet to stop me from doing it.

Passing next to my roommate, I reached out and stroked his black hair. It was a brief touch, nothing more, but it made me fell a little strange.

He turned towards me, a puzzled expression on his face - What was that for?

"Uh...uh..." I stuttered, attempting to hide the blush staining my cheeks. "Nothing really. Your hair was a mess, and I just..."

Trying not to embarrass myself any further, I laid down on my bed, and turned to face the wall. "I'll be going to sleep. Goodnight."

But, before I could fall into the clutches of sleep, I heard him chuckle. "You're a funny one, little Phantomhive."

Asterisk Notes:

- The title literally means "Under The Parisian Sky". Awesome song, really. You should listen to it.

A/N - The idea to write this story appeared somewhere between writing the 10th and 11th chapter of my other story, "Why Is It So Hard?". I was listening to a very awesome song by The Calling - Wherever You Will Go, and I thought that I'd write it. At first I wanted to make it a one-shot, but I noticed that it was very rushed, so I broke it into a few shorter chapters.

Well? *peeks out* Did you like it? Or should I just shut up and return to being emo? Please review!

- CherryFlavouredPoison