A/N: This is dedicated to my friend, who is going through a rough patch at the moment. This is about a really sad Alois who is found by Ciel. I won't say what goes on during the night/s in this chapter, and just a quick note… For those of you that know and/or have read my first story Ciel's Nightmare, I'm working on a bonus chapter and so far… It's so sweet and nice and romantic and I am having an amazing time writing it. Though it'll be a letdown ¬.¬ because I has school. Grr. 3 Well, here goes! ~/).(\~ Also… this is scrapping the entire Kuroshitsuji themes and story and at the moment, Alois (lets pretend he was never Earl Trancy's favourite bed mate, and in fact, never even entered the estate) (Also known as Jim McCain) wanders the foggy streets of late 1800 London, sad and alone until one night he gets beaten up by the local criminal and Ciel happens across him. Also note that Sebastian doesn't follow his master around the streets to begin with…

It was dark. He was blinded by the mist of shadows that hung glumly across the streets of London. Gosh, where was he? The blonde boy - who went by the name Alois (so named because he somewhat resembled the missing Earl's son, Alois Trancy) - had been lost in the foggy night city, and though he was used to finding his way, he had been lost all night. He looked at the buildings to his left. One sign said "Walker Street". Now Alois knew where he was, he was in the crime area, he was in for trouble if the local crime lord found him. A glass smashed behind him and Alois flashed his head round to see what it was. Damn, it was just a cat.

Alois was on high alert, trying his hardest to keep away from the area but he was lost.

"Well look who we 'ave 'ere," Roy spat. Roy was the crime lord and he made the rules in these parts. His criminal operations knew no ends. "Look it's a lit'le stray boy. Why don't we show 'im how we do things in my parts? Boys, get 'im," Roy said, pointing a grubby finger at the blond, blue-eyed boy.

Alois turned to run, but about five people walked up to him and pushed him down onto the floor, spitting at him and kicking him. Alois grunted and took the pain but the tears flooded his eyes and blood lined his skin.

"What are you boys doing in this back alley, eh?" A female voice called about ten minutes into the beating. "Go on, scat! The lot of ya!" She yelled as she walked over, clinging to a butchers axe. "Ah, poor thing. Come on son, get up. Roy won't dare show 'is face 'round these parts if I'm around. Where you from, boy?" She asked, sighing.

"I… I'm Alois…" He said, before his eyes shut and he started to grunt at the pain. The blood was everywhere and Alois' shorts were ripped all up the sides. "Who... a-are you?"

"My name be Johanna. Oh my you're in a bad state. 'Ere, come on in for a second."

Alois slowly made his way into the lit-up house, where two young children and a large man sat in a small, once-yellow room. The heat invited Alois in, and he sat down, as per the man's instructions.

"What were you doin' out in the cold, lad?" The man asked, looking Alois up and down.

"I… I was l-lost."

"Where do you live, lad? Maybe we can get you home."

Alois was ashamed to admit, but he didn't have a home, he didn't even have a family. The only person he had ever known was the little boy Luca, whom had fell ill to the flu about three years back. The 14 year old boy looked down and mumbled "I… I don't have a home…"

Both the woman and the man looked at him awkwardly, as if he had told them something so shocking. Truth was, in London there were too many children without a home and Alois was only one, a stain on the streets of London, as many people had called him as they spat. "Oh… Well, we can give you a little to eat but you 'ave to go soon, boy. We aint exactly got room to be taking in strays."

"I understand."

The woman walked over to the blonde, looking at his leg. It was badly bruised but she placed a hand on his thigh, causing him to bolt upright and almost scream at the pain in his stomach. "Easy now, lad," she said as she touched higher, causing him to worry a little. "You should be OK. If you want to leave, of course, then you can go right now."

"I… Thank you for your hospitality. I think I'll just make my way out." With that, Alois slowly made his way out.

The streets of London had gotten darker, and he had walked for about half an hour before he collapsed on the side of the dirty road. His leg was bleeding and Alois could feel a wet patch on his scruffy shirt – it was most likely blood. He cried for about fifteen minutes before he heard footsteps coming up to him.

"Please... don't kill me... I beg you!" Alois said under his breath, trying not to cause himself any more pain.

"I won't harm you," a young boy said. He spoke proper English, he wasn't Roy, heck, he wasn't even from middle class society, he was well-spoken, and his shoes were shiny and had a metal buckle. He was a noble.

"Then… what do you need of me?" Alois said shakily, trying to sit up. Instead, the young boy in front of Alois knelt down and lifted Alois' head up to look at him.

"What happened? Do you want to come back to my manor? We can get you new clothes and a place to sleep tonight if you want it."

"That… you aren't… ah!" Alois began to cry harder at the pain in his stomach, trying to hide his face, but instead the boy turned the blonde over, looking at him.

"You're coming with me. My name is Ciel. I am Ciel Phantomhive. The least I can do is show a little kindness. What is your name?"

"My name? My… Name is Alois, sir."

"Don't call me sir. Call me Ciel," the bluenette smiled. "Sebastian. I am here."

That night went quickly. All Alois could remember was a dark-haired, red-eyed man ripping away his clothing and touching him. He could also remember the bluenette's slight smile and blush when Alois' lower clothing had been removed. Now he felt warm. He felt softness everywhere. Ciel had not thrown him back onto the streets or he had died. Either way, he felt as though he was caressed by an Angel's soft touch. He turned over, feeling a slight stinging sensation in his stomach, and then the pain subsided and he felt something wrap around him, it was warm and tight. Alois opened his eyes and looked up. He saw Ciel standing there smiling with an extra silk blanket.

"I thought you were cold," he said. Alois nodded and as Ciel began to turn away, Alois grabbed his wrist and ignored the pain in his arm.

"Why did you show me kindness?"

"Because… I… Because it was the right thing to do," he smiled as he bent over Alois head and propped the pillow up. "Anyway, if you want to wake up, it's sunny and I have found you an outfit. You… you can stay here for as long as you wish."

"Thank you, Ciel…" Alois coughed. Ciel looked a little pained at how Alois seemed to be in pain, and sat on the bed beside him, and placing a hand on his head. Though the boy was older (by a year), he didn't seem it.

"Are you OK, Alois?"

"I… I'm fine, thank you for asking," Alois smiled crookedly. The sun was up, and the day was young. All they needed to do was to plan what they wished to do.

~~~~~FIN~~~~~

A/N: Yup, It sucked right? Well whatever. I hope you enjoyed. If you want more (you'll get it anyway :D ) then please review. I may very well keep this T or prop it up to a K or M or something. There isn't adult stuff I doubt but if I get naughty, I'm making it M. nuff said.

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