Hello everyone!

I'm sorry this took longer to post then I said it was going to. I really have mixed feelings about putting this story up because the Holocaust was such an important event… I've gone back and forth, trying to settle on how I feel about writing a fanfic that has to do with this topic and in the end I thought I should post it. If I accomplish nothing else, I hope to be able to show recognition to those who really did suffer from it.

Please recognize I am NOT a history major and all the material I have gotten has been through an extensive amount of reading of survivor's stories and online sources. I will TRY to make this as historically accurate as I can but please recognize that I was obviously, NOT there and this is above all a KUROSHITSUJI fanfic so there will inevitably be things that I have to change or add to fit the manga/anime that may go against historical truth. Any flames or rants on this issue will be ignored. Sorry.

With that being said when I went back and researched the name 'Sebastian' I was surprised that it has German origin and the fact that Ciel means "sky" or "heaven" in French just made it all fit so perfectly well within this story. While some other characters like Josef Mengele are real people that were part of the Holocaust this story is fictional and any resemblance with actual truth in the plot line is purely coincidental.

I do not own Kuroshitsuji. At the moment this is rated T but that will change due to cruelty, profanity and abuse (sexual and other) Please keep that in mind. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed but flames will be ignored or flamed back. (Fair warning!)

I didn't want to get too carried away with the other languages so the only one that will ever be spelled out will be French with the translation to each phrase at the end of the paragraph. I'm sorry if it bothers some, it's more to help me out to keep track of who is talking what and for you to get a feeling of maybe being out of your comfort zone and trying to get a hold of what everyone was feeling with speech barriers.

Well then, since I've ranted enough, on to the story!

The train pulled to a stop just outside of the walls of Auschwitz, steam filling the air as the last groan of the locomotive sounded. The Nazi soldiers waited impatiently in a line, their guns resting at the ready in their arms to escort the newest prisoners into the camp. The shipment of human cargo stumbled and bellowed in protest from inside the cars in both happiness that their week long journey had finally come to an end and in fear of what lay ahead in the hellish walls of the notorious concentration camp.

Many of the guards stomped around impatiently, knowing that this was the last delivery of the day and the only thing that stopped them from returning to their recreational time was the few hundreds of Jews that clamored inside the train.

Sebastian Michaelis was among the SS soldiers. A tall, well built man with raven black hair and deep ruby eyes that had caused him a lot of ridicule among most of his light haired and blue eyed friends. Despite that however, he was German. His mother had been from Munich and his father from Berlin.

He had just been assigned to ramp duty and it would be his job to guard the luggage once the prisoners were taken away. It was a rather easy-going task, all he had to do was collect the belongings and then deliver it to the main office in Berlin, a perk of being one of the deputy company leaders… That is, it would have been a perk, had he enjoyed it half as much as his fellow soldiers.

Sebastian had literally been forced into the position. In all honesty, he didn't believe in Hitler, or the Aryan race everyone seemed so infatuated with. He had no ill feeling towards Jews or anyone else for that matter… He had only joined in with the SS guards for fear of what would happen to his family.

It was well known as to what happened to those who opposed Hitler. Sebastian had seen with his own eyes what they did to people who had tried to protect Jews. Had it only been his life he had to worry about, he would have gladly died with his neighbors, but his parents and baby sister had been relying on him for support for years now…

For that reason alone, he feigned favor for the German troops. He had done everything that he was told to do and earned the recognition from his superiors. It had been hard. There wasn't a day where he didn't feel the guilt of his actions. Every pained face of the prisoners haunted his dreams now, constant reminders of the sins he committed in order to survive…

He hated it, he hated himself… Knowing he had become the monster that so many people feared… He wanted nothing more to do with any of this, but that wasn't something you could readily say, not even to one's friends. He had seen parents betray their children. Lovers betray lovers… the life he lived was filled with hate and pain, and he wasn't even on the receiving end…

"Get out!"Volkard, the eldest of the soldiers, demanded angrily in German as the doors to the stock cars were pulled opened to show the prisoners. Sebastian's face scrunched in disgust at the stench that flowed out of the cart. Fifty to sixty people stood in a cattle box that should only had able to hold twenty. Waste and vomit littered the floor where prisoners stood, all of them looking past the point of exhaustion.

The first male was pulled out from the car roughly from the arm and obediently, the rest followed in a confused herd, allowing themselves to be pushed and ushered forward since the majority could not understand the commands. Sebastian watched quietly as one by one, each person stepped down to the floor, gave up whatever small possessions they had left and scrambled down the line where families were immediately separated, split away between men and women.

They would next be taken before Dr. Mengele who was the officer in charge of selecting which of the new arrivals would be sent to work and which ones would be taken immediately to the gas chambers. His reputation was well known throughout Auschwitz. Many people feared him because of his unusual calm façade. He got his enjoyment of playing god with the prisoners, even more so when he found special cases to test his experiments on.

It was sickening to Sebastian… He had seen Dr. Mengele's idea of experiments and he hated the man for it. Until he had come here, Sebastian had never truly believed that there was any such thing as an evil person. His religion preached forgiveness and love; his mother had taught him that everyone deserved a second chance… How wrong she had been… If there was a Hell, it was here and if there was a God, he hated Jews as much as the Nazi's did.

Sebastian was busing himself with collecting the various trinkets from the new prisoners when another SS guard called out in anger. Karsten, jumped into the stock car where the prisoners had just came, and returned a moment later dragging a small boy by the arm. It wasn't really fair to say boy. He was just a few years younger than Sebastian, perhaps 16 with dark hair and one cerulean eye that peaked out from under uneven bangs. The entire right side of the boys face was covered with a worn, linen wrap that shielded his other eye from view.

"Hurry up!"The soldier demanded, throwing the boy down from the cart as easily as if he were a ragged doll. Reflexively Sebastian caught him, steadying the boy who winced in pain and quickly pushed away. "Move!" Karsten yelled, pointing up the line where the other males were retreating.

The air was filled with angered yells and the cries of children as they were separated from their families. The guard's dogs barked and snapped at any person who dared to get too close to the canine's teeth but the boy spun around and yelled angrily over the roar of chaos. "Casse-toi!" Sebastian's eyes widened as he recognized the French and would have broken out in laughter had it not been for Karsten's angered face. ("Fuck off!")

"What did he say!" Karsten asked, turning to speak to Sebastian.

"He asked, where does he goes now?" Sebastian was known to speak several different languages, French being one he was most fluent in, so it wasn't rare that he was asked to translate. However, by the sound of the boy's voice, Karsten was sure that's not what had been said and he jumped down, slapping the prisoner across the face.

It was then that Sebastian saw the boy's armband and the double triangles; one yellow and the other pink that formed the Star of David with the letter F stitched across it. Sebastian felt his chest tighten in sympathy. Being a Jew was enough of an offense to the guards, being a homosexual was even worse and that is exactly what the pink triangle meant. With those against him and the handicapped eye, Sebastian knew that this young man didn't stand a chance of making it into the camp. Besides, the rest of the prisoners had already disappeared over the ramp and soon the smell of burning hair would fill the air the way it always did when the gas chambers became too full and the crematorium was necessary.

"Damn Jew!" Karsten demanded, backhanding him again so this time the boy fell down onto the floor, blood flowing freely down his lip. Sebastian closed his eyes and looked away. He did not want to see this again. Too many times had he watched one brave soul being beaten until it was broken. Too many times had he seen the defiance and rebellion literally knocked out of a body. There was no place for honor here and those who had it never lasted long.

Karsten moved to kick the boy and Sebastian turned from the sight, meaning to walk away before the beating became any more violent when both stopped in their tracks as the all too familiar whistling caught them both by surprise. It was then that they noticed that the area was almost empty, with the prisoners having already been sorted and the other guards moving off to their other duties before it was time to turn in for the night. The three left standing by the train stared up to the direction of the tune. "Now, what's going on here?" Dr. Mengele asked lightly as he slid gracefully down the ramp and over to their side.

Sebastian nodded in greeting as Mengele strode towards them, his signature riding-crop thumped harmlessly against his thigh, almost playfully as he whistled an opera tune. "Did I miss one?" The doctor reached out a white, gloved hand and pulled the boy back up to stand; looking him over with a charming smile that seemed so very out of place in the melancholy atmosphere of Auschwitz.

Like Sebastian, the doctor's physical appearance was anything but close to the ideal "Aryan race" with his dark hair and light but uncolored eyes… However, no one ever dared to bring up the subject against the man who held such power over the prisoners and sway over the soldiers. Behind the doctors handsome smile and carefree face was the man that was known throughout camp as the merciless, "Angel of Death".

"You didn't miss one sir; he's just a crippled little brat!" Karsten spat angrily, turning everyone's attention back to the prisoner. "He won't be of any use to you."

Sebastian had no real reason left to stay. In fact, he was sure he was being waited on to turn in the haul he had collected but as he turned to leave Mengele grabbed his arm to stop him. "Please, would you translate for me?"

"Aren't you sending him off to the gas chambers? You don't need me for that." Sebastian replied tiredly. He did not want to be near the doctor or Karsten for that matter. He was sure the boy was already doomed; all that would be gained from talking to the prisoner was the sound of yet another tortured voice haunting Sebastian's guilty nightmares.

"I'm a little curious about this one." Mengele said matter-of-factly. "He is rather puny but his body is just perfect for the new type of experiments…" Mengele grabbed the boys face, nearly lifting the smaller figure off the ground. "Ask him what's wrong with the other eye. If it's a natural condition I have no use for him."

Sebastian sighed but obeyed. "Quel est le problème avec votre oiel?" ("What's wrong with your eye?")

"Aller en enfers!" The boy hissed, glaring at him angrily. Sebastian could have shaken him for all the patience he had… Here was an opportunity for the boy to save himself from the gas chambers, at least for a while… Not that he could say with confidence if that was a blessing or a curse. It would depend on exactly what Mengele had in store, but Sebastian was a firm believer that you fought until you physically couldn't do it anymore. He didn't want to see the boy killed, not if there was a chance…Even the smallest thread of hope... ("Go to Hell!")

"Well?" Karsten demanded.

"He's refusing to tell me." Sebastian replied quietly. Mengele smiled in mock patience, looking pointedly back at the prisoner's narrowed glare. Sebastian was sure that the boy had no idea what was happening, besides the fact that they wanted to see his eye, but how could he convey the importance of cooperating now? How could he make the boy understand that this was quiet literally his last chance?

After a moment longer Mengele sighed impatiently, slapping the ridding crop up and against the boys chin. The sound made the prisoner flinch in fear just as Mengele reached up and tore the wrap off his face, throwing the bandages down to the ground in one bloody heap.

A long, deep cut ran from the middle of the boy's forehead, down and across the boys face, crossing over his eyelid and down to the base of this right ear. It could not have happened long ago, fresh blood oozed up to the surface without the pressure the wrap to restrain it. What had been the start of a scab, peeled off from the boys face along with the bandages and the prisoner recoiled in pain, stumbling back slightly away from the doctor. Mengele laughed happily.

"He's perfect! Those eyes will be my prized objects!" The doctor said excitedly. "We'll put him in Block 10!"

Karsten looked as if he were ready to argue, but Dr. Mengele had already turned from the boy and was walking away, whistling the gay tune that had become a notorious alert to the prisoners. "Will you take him for his number?" Sebastian asked Karsten, looking sympathetically at the boy who now covered his face with his hand. Karsten only nodded as he nudged the prisoner with the barrel of his gun in the direction of the camp.

Sebastian sighed as he felt the weight of the boys glare one last time before the younger body was marched forward, the little bare feet trudging up the ramp.

Ciel bit his lip to keep from trembling, allowing the blond haired SS guard to guide him to where the other prisoners from the train were being herded. He was pushed into a line where more guards were tattooing the new prisoners with numbers on their forearm. He didn't fight back when it was his turn, he took the needled with quiet indifference and then looked down at his new identification. 6665, he could have laughed at the irony as he was pushed yet again into another line where they were given a pair of striped pants and shirt along with a pair of wooden shoes and a potato. The only possessions he now owned.

The guard with the red eyes had taken his family ring from him, the last trinket of his parents that had been left, and Ciel quietly cursed the man. Just because he had spoken French he thought that Ciel would respond to him? How naïve… these men really had no idea did they?

What would they have said had Ciel answered them back in German? It would have been comical to see their surprised faces. Oh yes, that a Jew knew their mother language… The anger ate through Ciel. How long had he had to deal with them? Two years in the ghetto's and now he was here at Auschwitz… The camp that was known to all Jews as the final destination…

He had heard stories of the horrors that happened here. The showers that no one ever returned from, Ciel assumed it was the gas chambers that had been mentioned by the red eyed guard… What? Was he supposed to have been grateful that his life had just been spared?

"Tch..." Ciel mumbled as he moved quietly down the line of fellow inmates. His head hurt, the cut across his eye burned much more than before and with the bandage gone, the blood was running freely down his cheek. He wiped at it with his sleeve and allowed himself to be shoved forward, not sure where he was suppose to go.

"You'll fall if you don't pay attention." Ciel looked around and spied another boy around his age starring at him from the mass of men. He was taller than Ciel, with dark, tanned skin and dark amethyst eyes that matched his hair. "My name's Soma." The boy replied in Polish. "What's yours?"

"Ciel."

"You're French right? I know a little of it, not enough to get by though." Ciel stared at him for a long moment.

"You're… not a Jew. Are you?" Soma shook his head and turned his arm to show him his band.

"Gypsy. Do you know where we're going?" Ciel shook his head. "The showers. The real ones supposedly. Haven't you been paying attention to the other prisoners?"

"For what purpose? They know as much as you and I. It's just as likely that we are the ones going to the gas chambers" Ciel replied curtly, his hands clutching onto his new belongings to keep from shaking.

"For a Jew you have little faith in your god." Soma replied with a frown.

"God…" Ciel nearly snarled, spitting out the word in disgust. "There is no such thing as God in this world." Was that true? Did he really believe that? All his life Ciel had grown believing that God would care for him and love him… So what was this? Where was God now? He couldn't believe that any divine being would allow his children to go through this pain and torture…

"You're right." Some replied in understanding. "You'll find only demons waiting for you here…" Ciel looked down at his new clothing and Soma ruffled his hair, motioning up the line of men. "Come, there's only one way to find out where we are going."

Man, intro chapters are the worst for me. Let me know how I did yes? I write for me but I post for you guys so if you think it's a total flop, let me know and I'll stop. If you want me to continue, I will. Just press the pretty little blue review button and tell me what you think!