So guys I know that this is different from what you are used to but I reallllllly wanted to start this. This will be a Black Butler fanfiction. I have not finished reading the series so there may be plot points that are incorrect or not what happens (I can fix these) but I would appreciate if you guys support the writing and leave comments to tell me what you think.

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Ciel Phantomhive was growing tired of the world in which had been created. Many things had passed over the years since England had given way to America as a power over the world. He was not enthusiastically amused by the ways in which the royal family had grown either. However, in an unfortunate series of events Ciel had been cast forward as the Queen's hound dog for the rest of eternity or at the very least until he redeemed the wrongs he had made. His soul would never be Sebastian's until he repaid his debt for letting a royal die. Tiredly, Ciel lifted a frail china cup to his lips sipping from its steaming ring. He'd grown into a fine young man of twenty something before the unfortunate event; Sebastian had never changed. In fact, his butler stayed across the table from him now watching him gently his hair pulled into a tightly wound braid over his shoulder. He would admit that the clothing they had created as the years had passed was nothing short of less restrictive. The thin smooth fabric was much more conducive to everyday life than the jackets and fashions had been in England. He would even go so far as to admit that Sebastian looked rather dashing in his new attire although most days the demon preferred to wear some sort of leather vest over a shirt. He could never really let go of being a butler. In this day and age it fit better that the two were good friends studying at the University together and dorming with one another.

Ciel's attention was stirred by a young woman who approached a table not more than three feet from their own. She was different. A sort of quirk kind of different; she nimbly sat at the table by herself and set a laptop bag down at the leg of her chair. She looked exhausted. Her strawberry blonde hair was wiry and thrown back in haste into a bun at the base of her skull. Wisps of threadlike hair escaped in small patched by her forehead and ears. She wore jeans as so often the women did now, tighter than need be, and a thin washed green sweater that was fluffy enough to swallow her being. Her body was lost in the billowing old thing leaving much to the eye. It was refreshing to see a female with a covered body rather than everything sucked away under cotton and spandex. Sebastian caught the young master, not so young anymore, watching the female with a curiosity.

"You ought not to stare Ciel." The demon grinned with a soft lilt.

"You could always mind your own business." Ciel shot back eyeing his butler. They'd taken to using first names with one another as was the custom in this day and age.

"What interests you with her?" Sebastian ran a finger along the edge of his own cup.

"She's different." He grinned closing his eyes.

"You would like for me to leave you be for a moment sir?" Ciel nodded before slowly getting up running a calm hand through his hair. He'd never had much trouble in getting the opposite sex to speak with him. "Very well." His butler answered before making an abrupt exit towards the coffee shop inside from the veranda.

"Excuse me…" Ciel made a small notion towards the table. He was barely upon the table when the he realized the girl was yawning after giving her order to the waiter barista. Her one arm stretched above her head elongated and smacked him in the face. She jerked it back down immediately and turned halfway in the chair to stare wide eyed up at him. Ciel was taken aback. She had almond shaped emerald orbs with a cream complexion more fair than he'd seen of naturally born women of his native foggy home.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." She clasped her hands together in her lap biting her lip a faint blush rising on her cheeks. Ciel for a moment couldn't speak. In all his years, so many now, he couldn't find the words for this woman.

"No…it's not…don't worry about it." He recovered smiling gently. In succession he took the iron cast seat near her at the table pulling it outward to sit on it backwards draping his arms over the top to smirk at her. He could see how easily he was able to unhinge the girl.

"I er…hi?" she tilted her head and smiled as the barista brought her a foam cup of coffee. He knew that the lid had meant she'd only wanted to be here for a short time but he was sure he could entice her for longer.

"Hello. What might your name be?" he asked tracing his fingers through his onyx locks brushing them behind his ear.

"Tanna. And you are?" she had shifted back in the chair almost as if to get away from him. Away? No girl had ever shifted away from him: from Sebastian yes…him no.

"Ciel." For an odd reason it struck him that he wanted to use his own name. He hadn't used it in so many a year that it had almost come out awkwardly.

"Ah, well uhm…I have to go to class." She said quickly getting up reaching for her bag. He found himself unable to let her pass. He caught her arm.

"Wait I…" she ripped her arm back giving him a somewhat offended and scared sort of look before slinging the bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah, see you around." And she was off disappearing into the clove of people walking by in the square. Sebastian joined his side again as if he had never truly left; as he always did.

"What just happened?" the young master wondered aloud by accident.

"You don't want to get to close to that one sir. She is something of innocence. A pure soul if you will. She can sense in us the blood on our hands." Ciel rounded a look at his butler.

"She knew what we were?" Sebastian grinned.

"Not yet but I have a feeling you're going to make her find out."