"Where on earth am I?" Sebastian muttered darkly to himself. He was in a forest, but it wasn't one he recognized. And over time, he had been to many forests. Even the air here was different.

Sighing, he closed his eyes, listening intently for his Master's call. If he was here as well, then Ciel would definitely summon him. He waited patiently. A cool breeze blew through the small clearing he was standing in, blowing his hair and tailcoat gently.

Minutes passed, and still he waited, poised like a statue, completely silent and still. After roughly ten minutes he let his eyes open slowly. Ciel wasn't here, where ever here was. That wasn't a good thing. Where was his Master? And how the hell did he get to this place?

Then he caught a faint scent on the wind. His head snapped in the direction of the scent. It was human, and it was quickly approaching his position. He reached up and patted down his jacket, making sure that his silverware was still in place. He nodded to himself in reassurance and began to walk away from the approaching scent. He didn't know if the person was hostile or not, so there was no point in him hanging around. He may as well put some distance between himself and the stranger while he could.

With all the grace and elegance that a demon butler could muster, he strode purposefully across the uneven ground, smoothly ducking under low hanging branches and jumping over fallen trees. He had been walking for several minutes when the person caught up with him.

There was a rustling of leaves above him and a man dropped to the ground in front of him. Sebastian blinked, taking in the man's strange appearance. He had white hair that was spikes sideways, a headband that was pulled over his left eyes with a metal plaque thing in the centre and a mask that covered most of his face. He wore navy pants and shirt, with a green vest on top.

What a strange looking man, Sebastian though.

"Who are you?" the man asked, stepping into a defensive position and lowering a hand to a pouch attached to his right thigh.

"I might ask the same thing," Sebastian said with a sneer. "I would also ask you where this place is, but your stance is telling me that you do not trust me."

"What reason do I have to trust you? I have never seen anyone like you before," the man said, still not changing his stance.

"And I you."

The man paused, narrowing his eye. "What do you want here?" he asked steadily.

"Well, at the moment, I am looking for my Master."

"Who is that? Orochimaru?"

"I have no idea who this Orochimaru is. My master is Lord Ciel Phantomhive. I seem to have been separated from him when I arrived here," Sebastian said, smiling and closing his eyes creepily.

"Sorry, but your search for your Master will have to wait. I'm going to have to ask you to come with me," the man said.

"I must decline," Sebastian replied, still smiling. "My Master is my first and only priority."

"Fine then!"

In a flash of green and white, the man was behind him, a kunai knife drawn, hovering above his throat. Sebastian turned his head slightly. Impressive. He smirked, flicking his arm down and catching four silver knives between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist he sent the knives flying backwards, forcing the stranger to cartwheel backwards.

Sebastian didn't wait. He charged at full speed away from the man, not wanting to be caught up in a full scale fight. Seconds later, he could hear the man close behind him, but he didn't look back.

"NOW!" he heard the man yell.

Instantly, hundreds of thin wires were pulled taught around him. There were small sheets of paper hanging from the wire, Japanese symbols painted on them. He looked over his shoulder and saw a cigarette falling from the trees, towards one of the papers.

"Damn," he muttered as he saw in slow motion the paper ignite on contact with the cigarette, catching the others and causing a huge explosion.

Kakashi watched the explosion from the minimum safe distance, his hair blown back by the force of the blast. He hopped through the trees and towards the edge of the ring of burning trees.

"Excellent timing Shikamaru," Kakashi said, coming to a stop next to the young man.

"You're the one who thought that putting precautionary traps in the surrounding area might be necessary," the man replied. "And you're the one who sensed him."

"Yeah, I suppose," Kakashi said, looking through the smoke. He raised a finger to his ear and pressed against the intercom. "Okay guys, rendezvous with me and Shikamaru at his post. We got the guy here."

Seconds later he was surrounded by younger shinobi, all of whom were surveying the area below.

"Did you kill him?" Sakura asked nervously.

"I used enough paper bombs to kill Kakashi," said Shikamaru lazily. "It was a pain in the ass setting it all up. He has to be dead."

"Right," said Ino uncertainly.

Seconds later however, there was coughing from the burning area below. Everyone's head snapped downwards. As the smoke cleared, the saw the tall man in the tailcoat, hunched on all fours, his clothes smoldering as he coughed and gagged violently.

"No way," Ino and Sakura breathed together.

"Yamato, keep him down!" Kakashi yelled. Yamato complied, quickly forming hand signs and sending thick roots shooting out of the ground. They wrapped around the stranger and pinned him to the ground.

He grunted as he was unexpectedly slammed into the ground. An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he tensed his muscles and pushed outwards against the roots. To every ones' horror, the wood began to snap under the strain.

"The hell…what is he?" Shikamaru breathed.

"I don't know," Kakashi replied. "I can't detect any form of chakra coming from him at all!"

"No chakra? Then how's he that strong?" Sakura asked shakily.

"Is he using some kind of chakra concealment jutsu?" Sai asked.

"I can't tell," Kakashi growled, growing frustrated. Slowly, he reached towards his face and pulled his headband away from his eye. "No. He's not using any jutsu. If he was, I'd be able to see it." Unless he knows some way to hide jutsu from the sharingan. What a frightening thought.

"What should we do?" asked Sakura quietly.

No one spoke for several moments. Then Shikamaru squatted down, forming his own hand sign, thinking. Everyone watched him silently until he opened his eyes and stood.

"I have a plan," he said. "Ino," the blonde looked up. "Possess him. That's the best I can think of for now."

"Oh! Right!" she said, looking down at the stranger.

Choji stood behind her and caught her after a few seconds when she went limp. Everyone looked down at the black wearing stranger who didn't move. After a moment, he straightened up, a blank expression on his face. Just as everyone let out a sigh of relief, Ino gagged, coughing and writhing in Choji's arms. Everyone's attention immediately snapped back to the black clad stranger, who hadn't moved, and now wore a terrifyingly calm smile on his face.

Kakashi frowned. He had deflected Ino's attack without any effort. How was that possible? Even the most skilled ninja took a few moments of struggle to break free of that kind of jutsu. He had never encountered anyone like this before. And it scared him.

"Bastard!" Naruto yelled, his eyes turning red and the Fox's chakra beginning to bleed through.

"Naruto, calm down," Kakashi warned, but it was too late. The boy was gone. Kakashi sighed. He really should have been used to this by now.

Roaring, Naruto sped towards the stranger, a rasengan already forming in his palm. He was on the man in moments, determined to knock him down. When his attack hit, he saw the stranger's eyes widen slightly, but only for a brief moment because then there was a huge dust cloud and Naruto had retreated to a tree branch several feet away.

As the dust began to clear, he saw to his horror that the man was still relatively unharmed, although he was now lying on his back, his head facing the enraged teen. His clothes were battered, almost completely destroyed. At some point, his gloves had been burnt off, and Naruto could see black fingernails and a strange looking tattoo on the back of his left hand.

Baring his teeth, he leapt down from his branch and approached the man, his hand reaching into his pouch, ready to grab a kunai if the man were to attack suddenly. He was a few feet away when he suddenly felt the Nine Tail's consciousness press forward, reaching out towards the man.

Sebastian was getting to the point of boredom. Yes, he had been taken by surprise when he accidently entered that explosive trap, but everything else after that was just too easy. Especially when that girl had tried to possess him. He scoffed at the thought. There was no way a human's mind could ever take control of a demon's.

But when that boy had attacked, he felt something different. Not only that, but his attack had been unlike anything he had ever encountered before, which left him with no knowledge on how to counter it. So he had opted just to let it hit him and see how it went from there. He would have to admit, that was not one of his smartest plans. That attack had proved to be very painful, and he was regretting not dodging it.

He heard a thud from somewhere behind him and he looked up, seeing the teenager walking towards him, upside down because of the angle Sebastian was looking at him from. He tensed his muscled, ready to dodge should another one of those attacks come, but instead he felt another demon's presence pressing against his mind.

His eyes went wide. This demon was powerful, far more powerful than he was in his current condition, and without his Master's order. Although no words were spoken, the other demon's message was clear. Without thinking twice, he spread his arms out, far from his body, and did the same with his legs, so that he was lying spread-eagled on the ground. As the boy got closer, he turned his head to the side, exposing his neck.

The boy stopped above him, a confused look crossing his face.

"You're demon is currently stronger than me," he said calmly. "I submit."