Hello all, I kinda like this idea of a story, and it's sort of sad, but I don't know how other people may think of it but I truly hope you enjoy and review because I plan to work hard at this and I'd like to know how people like it :)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler so i feel this isn't necassary but for those weirdos out there who sue others because it's some kind of legal high.. I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI/BLACK BUTLER.

This is a tragedy, by definition. But, isn't one's life filled with tragedy? People die every day and every day many people's families mourn their death. Some times people die without a sound, like they never even existed, but some people die leaving behind a whole world and way of life that depended on them. Some people die a noble death, while others die unjustly. Some deserve to die, and others don't. In this tale, it's a mixture of all these scenarios. This is a tale of revenge, a tale of heartbreak, and a tale of death.

But... isn't that just life?

('^')

It was an average day for Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive. They were out on some business in town, running errands and speaking to a fellow noble along the way. Sebastian followed his young master dutifully, such as any capable butler would. But something was off about today. Today, he sensed something different. He couldn't pinpoint it very well from this distance, since the object of discomfort was a couple dozen miles away. Usually he couldn't sense them from this far, which worried him.

The day continued on, and nothing unusual was happening other than the odd feeling. It was (hopefully) just a passing demon, and wouldn't bother them during its stay. Sebastian had gotten used to the sense and its movements, and began to block it out as they left the town and headed back to the manor. Ciel was happy to be away from all the people and couldn't wait to be at home, in his comfortable chair is his study. The social scene was not his thing and he had no intention of enduring it any longer than it was necassary.

As Sebastain stepped up to the driver's seat, the feeling he had heightened tenfold as he saw a girl crossing in front of the carriage. She had waist length black hair and piercing green eyes that stared right at him. The butler couldn't help but be confused by her presence. She had an odd look on her face that he couldn't really place. It was like she was sad, angered, and confused all at once. She sent him a slight nod and walked along in her black dress. Her gloved hands gripped the parasol tightly and she hurried her pace. Sebastian tried to follow her with his gaze before being interupted by his young master.

"What's taking so long? Let's get a move on!" He hissed out the window. Sebastian looked to Ciel, then back to where he last saw the girl but it was too late. She was no where to be seen. He shook his head and spurred the hoarses on. She was that presence he felt, which was odd. She was a female, and females' auras were almost never that large. He contemplated it further as the carriage was maneuvered in and out of the crowd and onto a dirt path.

They were on one of the deserted roads by now, leading to the large manor. Sebastian never lost the feeling of the demoness as they continued on and he knew she was following them. Sebastian's eyes were covered with something cold and black. A small snicker was heard as a warm breath blew against his ear. He merely continued with what he was doing, knowing that the road was straight for a couple miles and their was no reason to bother with this just yet. Her aura wasn't threatening, so he wasn't about to engage in a pointless fight.

"You're no fun." A feminine voice whispered as she sat down next to him. She was a petite woman, probably no more than five foot five. She had her hair tied up in a braid with a royal blue ribbon holding it together. She wasn't wearing a dress, but instead, tight black hunting pants with boots and a royal blue button down shirt that she had probably stolen from some man, considering it did not fit her at all, and black gloves that covered her hands from site.

"What is your business here?" He murmered back, never taking his eyes off the road. She had laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them, with a devilish smirk painted on her face. He didn't like her already. Her attitude sent of waves of indecency and immaturity along with an inflated ego. And it seemed she wouldn't be going any where any time soon, much to his dismay.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sebastian furrowed his brow, still looking ahead. "Your master is of no interest to me. I'm more interested in you." She clarified, though he sensed the small lack of truth in her statement. He relaxed only slighty, knowing he wouldn't have to fight this woman for the sake of his master. It's not that he had anything against hitting a woman (yet), but instead was not in the mood to fight a demon he sensed from so far away. The stronger the demon, the farther away you could sense them. It was rare to come across one with such a powerful aura and it was intoxicating, almost like a woman with too much perfume.

"I'm not available for mating." Was all Sebastian said to her reply. She pouted her lip like a child, wishing that she could mate as well. She hadn't even been thinking about it until he brought it up. But being a demoness made her have desires and now that she looked at him in his trench coat with his long black hair framing his handsome face and gorgeous brown-red eyes, she wondered if he could fulfill such desires.

"Not my original thoughts but, now that you've mentioned it... Any way, you're the only powerful demon within in my radar and I've taken interest." She lied again, only slightly. She began running her fingers along her lips in circles, a habit she had gotten into when she was younger. It calmed her down when she was nervous or simply amused her hands in situations in which she was bored. She let her thoughts wonder to less decent ones and smiled mischeviously. She wasn't the most decent of demons, but that was ok with her. She never took offense to labels. Maybe a night alone with this butler could be fun...

"I'm sorry, a fight doesn't seem like a very good idea at the moment. Leaving my master unattended could have some negative consequences." What he was really worried about was this demoness launching an large scale attack that could wipe out anything nearby and with his master's persistence, he would probably want to watch any fight going on between him and some other demon. He never liked having to worry about his master while fighting.

"Ah, a contract. Would you mind if I took a look?" He didn't have any time to react as she was straddling him from behind and pulling off the glove of his marked hand and holding it to her face before he had even blinked. He growled slightly and pulled his hand away, still keeping his eyes on the road. She rested her head on his shoulder, humming a slow and hypnotizing tune as she wrapped her arms around his waist and held him tightly.

"I've already voiced the issue that I am unable to mate, correct?" Sebastian commented with a hiss. She was totally unaffected, singing her merry tune as they went along the road. Before long, the mansion was finally in view. Then on and on they went until they approached the manor. Sebastian pulled the carriage to a stop and turned his head to tell the girl that she should release him from her grip, only to see that she was already gone. He could still sense her aura, but it was much calmer than before. She was far away now, doing whatever she pleased probably.

That was fine by him.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into about a month and a half before he ever saw the demoness again. She came back with a look on her face that Sebastian knew all too well. He never thought her the one to wear such a look but in a strange way, it suited her. It was anger. Raw anger that looked like it was boiling over and flowing out of every pore in her body. She was in his room, pacing and trying to keep herself from transforming and breaking something. It made him wonder why she was here and how she even knew it was his room. No matter, he had to get her out. Young Master didn't like uninvited guests.

"Young miss, please-" He could only begin before he was cut off by her clasping a hand over his mouth in the blink of an eye. Sebastian wanted to slap her hand away but, demon or not, old or young, to interupt a woman or to upset her further when she is already very upset, is not a good idea so he kept his thoughts, opinion and actions to himself and remained silent as she began to talk.

"Don't play the role of some goddamn butler when I am here. You're a demon, act like it! And I need something to calm me down and you're it." She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tip-toes, trying to even the playing field but failing miserably. "Would you mind being my play toy for tonight? Though I figure men are all the same I'd still like to be some what of a lady and ask you."

"I am no one's play toy. Now release me, demoness." He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her away, scowling at her the whole time through. How could it be that such a powerful demon could take the shape and form of this highstrung, emotional young woman? Such immature behavior served no other purpose than to disgust him. What was with her anger, any way? No human could ever piss a demon off to the level that this woman was at.

"I need something to take my anger out on since I can't take it out on my damn father." Ah, and the truth comes out. She was looking him in the eye, standing as straight as she could, snarling the whole way through. How unattractive.. Her eyes were a vibrant green, nothing like what a demon's normally would be when they are as pissed off as she was. Sebastian, only being a little frustrated already had a red, devilish tint to his eyes. Maybe there was just something about her that kept her demon instincts in tact.

"I'm not one for games. How about you run along and find yourself a new toy, or maybe something a little more sophisticated would be appropriate." He shot back, turning away from her and opening up his wardrobe and letting his little cat friends free. They scattered about and made themselves comfortable. One rested on the bed and the demoness sat next to it, stroking it lovingly, humming her tune again. Sebastian was distracted by the kitten in front of him who was purring uncontrolably at the attention the butler was giving it. He removed his jacket and his vest, hit undid his tie and untucked his shirt, before looking back to the demoness who was cuddling with her little white cat; a smile was sketched onto her face.

She hadn't said anything since the rude comment he had made to her, and for that he was grateful, but she still wouldn't leave. She continued laying there, staring off into space like she had all the time in the world because, let's face it, she does. As a demon without a contract she had nothing to do and probably spent her time roaming around in the different realms. Sebastian was in no position to do such due to his little deal with Ciel. She was the lucky one here, and she probably didn't even realize it.

Sebastian finished changing, and looked back to his bed, and found the the demoness was asleep. She had a protective arm around the white cat she had been giving all of her attention to, and she had her legs were brought up, putting her in the fetal position. Her face was peacful; childlike. Sebastian left her there, shaking his head. She was going to be a nuisance, and there was nothing he could do about it. If she was sleeping, then she couldn't bother him. He went and made preparations for tomorrow.