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Warning: Rated M

Contents: Sexual, Physical and Verbal abuse, sex, violence, drug use, Sebaciel.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters in this

Note: The Alois in this is not a slut (I know, such a shame -.-;) nor has he been raped (Well damn). And the Claude in this is meeeeeaaan. (So yeah, deal with it.)

p.s: This is the edited addition guys :)

Chapter 1: Alois Trancy

"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you..?" A seven year old boy sprinted through the house, door to door, trying to catch a glimpse of his mothers beautiful golden hair or his father's sky blue eyes... But when he arrived at the scene of carnage, his vision was filled with crimson. Their eyes wide open and with mouths agape in horror, lacerations all across their bodies... divested of any clothes. A piercing scream cut through the night as the young boy ran to their side. He shook them with a strength that didn't belong to his scrawny little body. Sobs wracked his body as tears streamed down like waterfalls. Like a corrosive poison, the red liquid seeped and spread across his shirt and his skin was tainted by the blood of his own. His screams refused to die out and the shards of broken glass scattered everywhere marred his body with rips.

"Mommy! DADDY! MO-"

"-MMY!" Alois shot up, his body drenched with sweat and his heart racing, his heart thudding at a thunderous pace. Tears ran down his face as he slowly came back to his right state of mind. The alarm beside him was blaring. Slowly he calmed down, looking at it with an empty gaze, a straight line drew his lips. He tentitively got up, raising his body from his bed with sluggish movements. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and put on his clothes "Great, new school, new people... how sickening." he grimaced in abhorrance. "Well, at least I get to see Ciel."

Alois Trancy lived a tragic life. His parents were murdered by a serial killer when he was seven, this man was found dead, he was alone and had no other family, so he kept being shipped everywhere until he was thirteen and had to go to high school. He is originally from Italy and moved to Tokyo, Japan at the end of the last year. He has people from the government come to check on him every month, other than that, he is left to his own devices for as soon as he turns eighteen, he is going to be showered with riches, for he is a prince.

He has a slender body at five ft three, blond hair and sky blue eyes. He hates everything except for the clothes he wears. He has a unique sense of fashion and always gets teased for it. (Usually from jealousy on the girl's part.) He adorned a pair of dark purple booty-shorts, fitting black tank, black mid-thigh stockings and a pair of purple heeled leather boots. He got his purple leather jacket from off the hooks and headed out the door. He has been secluded for most of his primary years and does not like strangers. He is very obedient but can be quite bitchy if you aren't liked by him and piss him off.

His best and only friend Ciel Phantomhive met each other through trips to England for a holiday as his father was an Englishmen. They had an odd friendship being such counter personalities, with Alois' boisterous flare and Ciel's arrogant dignity, however they became quite close, bonding over the mutual and tragic loss of their loved ones.

Alois walked briskly to the limo awaiting him by his front door.

"Time to get this over with."

Hey guys, I'm just editing this story cause I felt it was lacking in grammar :)