A/N: This is my first Kuroshitsuji story, so feel free to refrain from flaming.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler or whatever you want to call it, Yana Toboso does.
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My name is Sebastian Michaelis, or rather that is the name that my young master has given to me for the time I remain in his service. Allow me to introduce myself, simply put I am one hell of a butler.
I've been in service to the young earl Ciel Phantomhive for three years now. It all began when Ciel was ten years old. His parents were murdered, his home destroyed, and his young life shattered forever by the trauma that resulted from these occurences, along with he himself being kidnapped and tortured.
That is where I come in. Young Ciel, desperate to live and take vengeance on those who had forced him to endure all of this suffering, had entered into a contract with yours truly and now I am his faithful servant, eager to carry out his every order.
At least, that's the way it seems on the surface. The reality is we demons have loyalty to ourselves and ourselves alone, and I know that whenever young Ciel either achieves his vengeful goal or perishes in the attempt, his soul will still be mine for the taking. That was the contract we made together: I assist him in his quest for revenge, in addition to serving him as a butler, and when all is said and done he will forfeit his soul to me.
I wait with anticipation for the day that I will be free to devour the boy's soul. Or at least...I thought I did...
I had no idea that this stubborn little child would eventually work his way into my affections. I had not wanted to care for this child, I was merely acting according to the terms of our mutual agreement, and yet...I feel that I do. I do care.
I care for his well-being...I worry for his health...and I have more than once raced into action to save him when it us certain he will die. At first I was convinced that it was due to my resolve that no one would have him but me, but now I believe it's due to the feelings of care that have snuck upon me.
I refuse to accept this. I'm not a human and as such I'm incapable of those pitiful feelings humans allow themselves to fall prey to. Ciel Phantomhive is only my temporary ally until the day I take his soul, so why do I find myself caring for him? Why do I feel the need to protect him? This child has already experienced firsthand the filth of this world. So there is really no need in trying to shield him from what he is already all too aware of.
I had never wanted to care for him, but it seems that Ciel, my young master, the head of the Phantomhives, and the Queen of England's watchdog, has forced his way into what would have been my heart, were I to possess such a weak thing.
But I will state for the record, if asked this in the future, I will vehemently deny this.
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Well, this is my first ever Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji piece. Feel free to leave some feedback, but no flames. Or I'll send Sebastian after you. Ciel, may I borrow Sebastian?
Ciel: "No."
Me: "Selfish little brat, aren't you?"
Ciel: "Sebastian."
Me: "Alright, alright. Fine."
Ciel: "Why are you still here? Go write or something."
Me: "Fine. Whatever, but only because my next story involves you being miserable. And now since you've decided to behave this way, you're getting it worse. Good day, everyone else."