Title: TAINTED LOVERS

Pairings: Ciel/Elizabeth/Alois

Rating: T for now


Setting: London, England

Main Characters' ages:

Elizabeth &Alois- 17

Ciel- 16


Summary: Elizabeth Midford, the daughter of the Head of the British Knights has been assigned by her Royal Highness Queen Victoria to become Ciel's temporary replacement as the Queen's Guard dog until his return from overseas. While on a mission, she meets a freelance thief; Jim Macken who becomes attracted to her, but Lizzy is in love with her fiancé. Can Jim win her love?

This is the beginning of their painful love.


Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji or any characters because they belong to Yana Toboso.

Note: Alternate Reality meaning it's not following the canon plot. This takes place during Queen Victoria's reign until her demise. The Victorian era was filled with romance and unfortunate events so it really fits this fanfic as I decided that Elizabeth will be the main female character.


Chapter 01

Once when I was a child, an old woman approached me and told me that I would be fated to love two people. But that's impossible, I'm already fated to become Ciel's wife.

Does that mean that there's someone else that I will come to love other than my fiancé?


December 11th, 1892

The winter season was approaching its prime as the end of the year grew closer in the city of London. Many people, particularly nobles from different families, were very busy for the upcoming Christmas season. As noble families enjoyed the winter season, there were those who struggled through the bitter cold. For the lower class –particularly orphans and vagabonds who were suffering from eternal cold and seeking warmth from a fire. The rays of the morning sun offered very little heat to the earth below in this frigid month of December.

Unlike the British noble people, many commoners in England didn't exactly enjoy the winter season. Due to the growing population in London, many members of the poor class died cold and alone as they lived outdoors without proper shelter, having no choice but to take residence on the streets waiting for the right moment to steal any nobles' belongings in this cold season meant for merry celebration and joyous cheer.

Shivering from cold were elders and sick children leaning against each other on the cold brick grounds. Their ragged clothes offered little warmth to their cold bodies, as their lips turned pale, coughing loudly and sneezing from the intense climate. Beggars gathered around a fireplace they created from chopped wood and unused plastics from the dumpsters.

Behind those beggars is a mother who soothed her cold child as she leaned her child against her chest. Her lips were slightly pale and chilled from the cold. Her dark orbs stared at the crowded streets, her mouth parting as a coin fell onto the snow covered street. Looking down at her fidgeting child, she leaned him against the wall in the alley with the other informal settlers in the alley.

She adjusted the rag cloth that wrapped around the poor child. She smiled sadly at her son and ruffled his brown locks muttering something that soothed the child's senses.

Glancing at the coin, she walked closely toward the currency. Its shining metal was sparkled in the sunlight, further attracting the woman's gaze. As she was about to grab the small 'treasure' someone stomped the foot over it, blocking her access.

She saw their dark-brown boots covering the item, traveling her gaze to meet that of the despicable stranger. He smirked at her pitiable form.

The woman flinched at the bearded man wearing a dark jacket and a torn top hat. He must've been one of the scoundrels roaming around London.

"Yer' lady, do you want this money?" His voice sounded very cruel making the woman recoil as the stranger took the coin and examined it amusingly.

She stared at the item within the old man's gloved hand, her eyes filled with wrath, "Give it back! I beg you! I need it for my son!" She cried and tried to snatch the coin from the despicable old man.

Passersby ignored the poor woman's unfortunate circumstances, including the surrounding nobles who scrutinized them from afar, whispering amongst themselves various insults and criticisms of the woman's socioeconomic status.

Feminine screams echoed from the child's sleeping form. He knew that voice very well.

"Ma..M-Mother?" He whispered, his innocent eyes confused as his mother struggled within the assaulter's grasp. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as the old man continued to taunt and harass her. The child's eyes widened as the old man continued with his assaults upon his mother using a gloved fist.

"Get away from me, ya tarty lil' bitch! You disgust me!" He said angrily as he proceeded to stamp his foot into her back, the woman enduring the pain given by the man in hopes that her son wouldn't see her in such a disgraceful situation. The child watched as his mother was beaten senseless by the man, tears streaming down his cheeks as he ran to her aid.

As the man's boot was about to give the woman his final assault, a small arm wrapped around his left calve. The man was surprised by the action, yet also angered by the child's interruption.

"Stop it!" The child cried. "Don't hurt my mother! Please!" He begged the assailant.

The man glared harshly at the child before kicking his small body aside, the boy crashing violently against the wall from the assault. "Get off a' me, you scrawny lil' ponce!" He growled angrily and completely irritated.

Passersby murmured lowly as they watched the little boy sympathetically. Though deep inside they wanted to help, it wasn't their business. So they just sauntered away, ignoring the altercation. Amongst the crowd, a hooded figure watched them with anger boiling in her chest.

The woman's pained cries began to irritate the man. He yanked her dry, worn, black, hair, "You disgustin' whore. You got somethin' to say?" He barked as he tightly fisted her unkempt locks.

Suddenly , the tip of a sharp object pressed itself warningly into the small of the man's back. The hooded figure appeared behind him then, their cold, emerald orbs glaring at him with immense hatred.

"Have you ever heard the saying from Englishmen that 'women should be treated nicely?" She said in a harsh tone.

The man cleared his throat, his eyes shifting behind to view the stranger as the woman crawled toward her son, drawing him in her chest. She watched as her attacker stood frozen under the presence of the hooded stranger.

The figure then maneuvered the sword in a swift motion cutting the man's cheek. Blood splattered upon the cobblestone streets as the man cried out in pain. Gawkers stood by fascinated at the hooded-stranger's action.

The old man glared at his assailant. "Who the hell are you ya scumbag? Who the hell do you think you are, interfering?" He spat sharply. He truly was being pushed to his limit. Who dared to interrupt him from punishing such a filthy woman for antagonizing him?

A gust of wind removed the hood from the stranger revealing luscious curled blonde tresses that fell to the back. Her fair skin and mesmerizing emerald eyes caught the attention of the man, mother and son, and the crowds. They all blushed at the beautiful young woman young girl before them.

She sighed. " Don't think lowly of me as if were in the same status…Don't you dare spare me such gazes. You're hardly worthy of it." Her voice was quite strict and cold making the boy cringe lean on his mother for security. At first glance, he determined the girl to be nice due to her, soft and gentle appearance, but it seemed he was mistaken.

The man gritted his teeth. "You lil' bitch!" Being immune to the effects of her countenance, the man focused on nothing but putting the girl in her place for interfering and daring to challenge him her beauty because all he think was to beat the shit out of this wench who just intimidating him. He was a man with strong pride and wouldn't dare be looked down upon by the surrounding nobles. He would kill any person who had the gall to regard him with the same treatment as a sewer rat. He was a commoner. Not a street urchin.

The girl confidently stepped forward. "How dare you speak to me in such way … . If you must know, I am the daughter of the Head of the British Knights." The crowds gasped in shock, murmuring that she was the Marquee's daughter. Staring at her sword and placing it back into the sheath fastened to her waist under her cloak, she glared at the man before her. "I am Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford." She introduced herself proudly, making the man flinch upon hearing 'Midford.' His body trembled as he quickly realized his grave mistake.

"What is going on here?" The inspector of Scotland Yard and other lawmen appeared to investigate the commotion.

Elizabeth glanced at them and pointed toward the trembling ruffian, "Inspector, this man was harassing this poor woman." She motioned to the woman in question who leaned against the brick wall embracing her child. The two stared at the individuals with stunned expressions on their faces. Elizabeth's glare intensified as she mentioned to them that the man had just publically insulted the Midford name.

"Is that so, Milady?" The inspector adjusted his brown hat and glared at the criminal. The officers yanked the disruptive man harshly and handcuffed him. The man protested, claiming innocence, but was shamelessly ignored. The crowd finally dispersed, abandoning the awkward situation and proceeding on their respective destinations.

Elizabeth watched as the man was dragged away from the crowd by the polices policemen with a satisfied smile on her face. "That's what he gets for messing with a woman." She muttered but her attention focused to the poor woman in relief as she comforted her child telling him that the bad man had been arrested.

"Excuse me." Elizabeth approached the cowering mother and child making her aware of their aversion toward nobles such as herself.

She smiled at them. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you." She secretly gave them a small bag of coins causing the woman's eyes to widen with disbelief. "I know that you need this. So please take it." She took the woman's dirtied hand and placed the small pouch into her wind-chilled palms. The woman was astounded by Elizabeth's generosity.

"Milady, we don't deserve such thing but thank you so much." She cried as she clenched the bag securely to her chest. She did need the money for her sick son that was suffering from a high fever. With the girl's donation she would finally be able to get the necessary medication. Her tearful eyes stared at the 'angel' who had gived given them charity despite their impoverished status.

"Are you an angel?" The woman's child asked innocently, much to Elizabeth's amusement.

She then bent down to his height and smiled kindly at him. "Do you think I'm an angel?" The little boy nodded. At first he had thought that the young woman young girl who had beaten the bad man to a pulp was bad as well, but he soon realized that he had misjudged her. She giggled softly. "Such an amusing child you have, miss." She looked at the mother of the child and stood up as she fixed her frilly dress. "I must go now. Stay safe." She left them. The child tried to run toward their savior, but she had disappeared into the crowd.

"Come now, John. Let's go." His mother called out to him and the two retreated within the alley.


35 year old Paula Paula was utterly freezing as she waited for her young mistress to return back to the carriage. In all her 35 years of existence, she had never been acquainted with someone who possessed such fierce determination as Elizabeth Midford. She informed them that she would be out for a bit looking for someone, and told them that she would return soon. However, twenty minutes had long passed, and the girl had yet to arrive.

"Oh, where could Lady Elizabeth be?" The timid maid clenched and rubbed her gloved hands together for warmth. A thin blanket of snow veiled the streets and buildings as various townspeople quickly scattered about, shuffling to their destinations. and even nobles to their own family carriages as they have shopped the right items for the upcoming Christmas in the next 2 weeks. She idly watched as a few nobles exited the nearby shops with their boxes of purchases for the upcoming Christmas season. Paula absently thought how her mistress planned to spend the Christmas holiday. After all, it was two-weeks away, and lady Elizabeth had made very little mentioning of the anticipated occasion. She listened as the bells chimed the time from Big Ben. It was already 11:00a.m.

"Has Milady arrived yet?" The Midford family driver asked his young mistress' servant.

Paula shook her head. "We must wait a bit more. I will be scolded by the Marchioness if something were to happen to Lady Elizabeth." She said in a frightened tone. The Marchioness was a very strict woman, indeed. and she would be punished if there's something happen to the only daughter of the prestigious Midford family.

The maid then heard familiar footsteps approaching from behind the carriage. Turning around in her seat, she breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her Lady dressed in her dark cloak that covered her long dress underneath. Staring at her face she noted that her bright, emerald eyes were filled with confusion and jubilance.

"Milady!" The maid cried as she embraced her mistress gratefully. "Where have you've been? We were so worried about you, that I thought you had been kidnapped by some lewd men."

The noble lady young girl sighed. "I'm alright Paula. I was just roaming around and bought a few things." She carried two new parasols and a box of items.

The maid shouted. "Milady, why didn't you tell me that you were going shopping in the first place?" She lightly scolded the grinning young lady. She thought that the girl had gone to meet with someone, but it seemed that she had been deceived.

"Oh. Paula, don't get angry. What's wrong with going shopping by myself? I had my sword here to defend myself if necessary." She brushed the material of her cloak aside to reveal the sword discreetly fastened to her small waist.

Paula didn't buy her excuses, however. "Even if you have a sword in your hand, you are still a refined young woman. Lady Elizabeth, I know that you are strong and an excellent swordsman, but don't forget that you're a woman, and a woman is not as strong as men." She reminded her countless of times of her unladylike behavior. She had been a mother-figure for the young lady after her parents left England for Italy to visit their relatives. So only the Midford siblings were present in the Midford manor.

The blonde girl sighed, finding the last portion of Paula's lament offensive, but she knew that the elder woman was just concerned for her well-being. "Alright, Paula, I understand." She climbed into the carriage and glanced at her long time maid. "Shall we go home now? I have to proceed with lecturing a certain 'little boy' at home." She said in a cheerful tone.

Following her young mistress, Paula closed the carriage door behind them as the coachman whipped the two horses indicating that they would be leaving the streets of Westminster. The carriage wheels began to move as Elizabeth glanced out of the window stoically. The snow continued to fall from the dark skies as Londoners went about their daily hustle and bustle on the shopping streets.

Her fiancé's birthday was soon approaching and she felt very sadden at the thought. The Earl of Phantomhive had traveled overseas to India for business purposes according to the letter given to her last month.

To my beloved Lizzy,

It appears that I may be gone for three more months with Sebastian in case you are planning to visit me again in the manor. Don't worry. I'll be sure to come back by the New Year's Day.

That is all for now. Take good care of yourself

Sincerely,

Ciel

That was the last letter given to her by Ciel on October 30th. It had been two months since his departure and Elizabeth couldn't help but miss him. She missed him so much that she couldn't eat or sleep. Her parents and her brother had been worried about her but she assured them that she was alright. She tried to tell herself that Ciel would only be out of the country for business' purposes and nothing else. Besides Soma and Agni were there, and so she should had no reason to worry about 'unexpected circumstances.'

"We've arrived now, Milady." Paula announced.

Elizabeth blinked her emerald eyes and fixed her long skirt. Snow kept falling from the skies as she stepped down from the carriage with the help of the coachman. Paula gathered the shopping items behind her lady.

The footmen opened the door for their mistress and greeted her. "Welcome back. Lady Elizabeth." They bowed to her presence and she, being a noble, ignored their greeting. It's no accustom to reply the servant of the manor.

The butler of the Midford Manor approached from her right. "Lady Elizabeth, the master was anxious of your lateness for the meal time as well as the young master." He told the stoic mistress.

"Edward huh? Where are he and my nephew?" She asked the head butler of the manor.

"Master Edward was in the library while the young mast…" His statement was cut short when a small figure ran to her presence.

"Aunt Lizzy! I really missed you!" A cute child no more than 3 years of age hugged Elizabeth's legs. His large green eyes and neat auburn hair making him appear ever so refined as any noble child.

"Young Master Liam. Good gracious!" The governess of the house ran to the child's back, the little boy pouting as he was pulled away from his aunt.

Elizabeth giggled. "It's alright, Mrs. Walker. Liam is just enthusiastic about his new training today." Her hands were on her hips. A smirk plastered on her lips, "Are you ready, Liam?"

The boy nodded excitedly. "Yes! I like swords!" He jumped up and down eagerly. Elizabeth couldn't help but to think of the irony that her nephew was just so obsessed with learning swords at his age.

Back then when she was a child, she was forced by her mother to train in fencing in order to protect Ciel and learn the ways to become the wife of the Queen's Watchdog. Her life back then, was all about swords and her being the fiancée of the Queen's Watchdog so she had to maintain her confidence, strength and beauty. She would soon bear Ciel's children and become his wife. So it was understandable that she decided to set aside her feminine side for Ciel's sake.

Her social life was less exciting because all she did was smile toward the aristocrats and make boring conversation with them, dealing with the occasional flirting bachelors at various social events. At the age of 15 at her coming-of-age ceremony, her mother had told her to become more serious about her role in Ciel's life in the future so she had no choice but to embrace maturity as a young woman and had stopped visiting him. She was educated by notable female tutors on wifely duties. There, she would learn the value of patience, trust, and the way to please her husband.

She recoiled slightly, the thought of sharing the same bed with her fiancé making her blush anxiously. It was not in her innocent mind that she would soon be 'intimate' with Ciel, one day.

She loved Ciel deeply even though he was her first cousin even though they were engaged when they were children by their parents. Her love for him was just too deep to the point that she had lost her mind. That's why she had become 'love-sick' when she learned that her fiancé had gone overseas. She really missed him even though he was really cold towards her and being his faithful fiancée, all she wanted was for him to accept her.

However, Ciel didn't reciprocate her feelings, and it really hurt her.

"Aunt Lizzy, what are you staring at?" The little boy asked his aunt. Realizing that they were in the fencing hall of the manor, the young woman rattled herself back to the present and gripped her fencing sword tightly.

The young woman nervously laughed. "Nothing, my dear, shall we proceed?" She positioned herself in the ready position . The little boy prepared himself as he adjusted his fencing uniform. Elizabeth smiled at her nephew warmly. Liam Alexander Midford was her older brother's only son from his deceased wife. Her brother had been devastated when his wife died giving birth to the child as well as the entire family. Elizabeth herself grieved her death particularly.

Lizzy enjoyed her deceased sister-in-law's presence around the house and they were very close. Her brother's wife was like an older sister to her. So when she asked about any love advice, she would approach her sister in law.

As her brother's child grew, she knew that the child wanted motherly affection. So she decided to become a 'mother figure' to the boy in order for him not to be lonely.

It was one of the many reasons why Liam was so close to her.


East End


River Thames was frozen solid due to the winter season, but soon cracked when a few cargo ships entered the country coming from the Mediterranean areas. The cargo ships buzzed for few minutes until the departure, smoke from the exhaust pipe of the ship covered the grey skies. Workers and ship crews were busy delivering tons of large wooden boxes, wine barrels and sacks of wheat and goods.

"Ge' up, yer' laz'y bones!" A bearded-man dressed in coveralls barked at the lower workers as he demanded to put them all in the cargo ships. Few businessmen and sailors were on the dock as they monitored the workers and above all, analyzing the products that would be sent to Israel and some parts of Asia such as Japan, Siam, Indonesia, China and even India.

A tall mustache businessman eyed the superior of those workers with an impressed look, "It seems that man did a job well done. Almost half of the products were quickly loaded into the ships." He said, the business man's secretary and few sailors agreed with him.

"Milord, as we are now, the first ship will be ready in no time." His secretary said.

"Ah, you mean the cargo wine products of the Hugh's Wine Industry have already been shipped. Impressive." They looked at the ship that sailed towards outside borders of England. "McDaniel…" He addressed his timid secretary. "Where is my wife's present?"

The businessman glanced at his secretary holding a box of jewelry. "Milord, here it is. Safe and sound." He said in an enthusiastic tone putting it under his long jacket's pocket. Unbeknownst to him, someone was eyeing them from behind the nearby walls of a building.

The man sighed. "Be sure not to let anyone steal it. You know that I've worked my arse off in order to please my wife." Indeed, he worked quite hard to buy something so rare. He even engaged in deals with corrupt nobles in order to gain investments for his nearly-failing shipping company.

Another cargo ship then set sails successfully, making the crew shout out in relief.

The businessman was pleased of the situation. Once all the cargo ships were successfully sent to the chosen countries then more investments would come to his shipping company as there were more companies that yearned for his assistance.

"Ah! The jewelry is gone! Thief!" His secretary yelled at a certain young man pit-pocketing the oblivious secretary as they were too focused on the cargo ship departures.

"Bloody hell! Go get it! You idiot!" The businessman screamed angrily. The jewelry was important to him and he couldn't believe that his idiot secretary would let his guard down. As more men from the docks ran to capture the thief, the businessman gritted his teeth. The place was a filled with filthy commoners who would jump at the opportunity to take advantage of any nobles particularly someone of his status. It was in this place, filled with criminal acts and prostitution, and in the east part of London next to the River Thames that most nobles tried to avoid.

"I told him to be careful because we are in the East End." He muttered to himself, completely angry that the gift for his wife was stolen by some filthy commoner of East End.


He ran quickly and possibly faster. The young man gripped the item tightly in his arm. His chasers were distanced from him making him grin in satisfaction, he was a fast runner and no one could ever catch him. Adjusting his hat, the young man jumped quickly from the corner of the building then proceed to a certain tavern bar filled with filthy prostitutes, drunken men and various races.

The young man sat at the bartender's counter. "Gimme a brew. Hurry!" He ordered the man. The bartender gave him a glass and the said young man gulped the entire glass making the bartender quite amused. "You seem in a hurry, son. Did you run out or somethin?'" He asked the mysterious young man.

"You could say that." He grinned as he took something out of his pocket revealing three coins and a precious gem making the bartender's eyes widen. "It's the payment for the ale. I have to go before someone catches me and don't tell anyone about my whereabouts." He adjusted his hat again in order to cover his face. Taking with him the box of jewelry, the young man dashed away and the exited the pub leaving the bartender confused.

The main entrance smashed open as a large masculine guy with other men entered the pub. The customers were flinched jolted at their imposing appearance, particularly that of the large one. The intimidating man glared at the bartender and glared at him. "Where is that bastard with the hat!" He demanded. After a few beats, the bartender hesitated on whether or not to tell the man the young man's whereabouts or to just keep silent.

Gripping the priceless gem, he swallowed before answering. "I don't think the man you're looking for is here." He lied.

Wasting no time, the group of men left the tavern bar as the Scotland Yard's whistle started to sound.


His brother was still not coming.

Luka sighed in boredom as he placed their dinner on the small table; dry bread with salt. It had been their main course every day that week. The 14 year old boy sat on the opposite side of the table waiting for his big brother to arrive.

Him and his big brother lived in a cramped and worn house that connected to another from the rear off the East End with one bathroom and one small bedroom. They were lucky to find a perfect place to live unlike some other people living and dying on the streets. The ceilings were cracked and most of the walls had so many holes that there were possibly rats roaming around.

A knock came from outside startling the young boy. Luka looked at the door warily. "Big brother, it's that you?" He asked the person outside.

"It's me, Luka. Open up!" A familiar voice answered.

The young boy opened and revealed a tall, blonde young man with messy bleach blond hair, pale skin and cerulean eyes.

It's his big brother.

"Jim. Where have you've been?" His little brother asked him with a worried tone.

Placing the goods on the table, Jim grinned at him. "It's a secret. So we shall celebrate, Luka! Look!" He showed the younger boy a new set of clothes, nice food, and a mysterious box.

"Wow! Where did you get all these?" Luka grabbed the chicken leg and ate it all like a glutton making the young man grin toothily at his younger brother. "They were so delicious, big brother." He commented.

His big brother smiled at him. He finally gave his beloved brother decent food to eat and clothes to wear like he always wished. Their mother had died when they were still young and Since then, Jim had acted like a parent to his little brother because he had vowed to his mother that he would protect his little brother no matter what. So, he took many jobs at an early age and would even pit-pocket the nobles on the streets in order for them to survive.

They were so poor that he had no choice but to resort to petty crimes to keep their head above water.

The brothers silently ate the food at the table in order for the neighbors not to notice anything suspicious.

As they finished, the brothers rested for a bit, smiling satisfactorily as they laid on their single bed with their hands behind their heads.

"Hey Jim, tell me the truth," Luka glanced at his brother, "where did you get the money?"

Jim stared at him. "I stole something from a man from the dock and I sold half the jewelry at a high price on the streets." He explained causing the young boy to be quite surprised.

"You stole from someone?" His little brother exclaimed.

He sat up and scratched his head. "Geez, Luka. You have to understand, we barely had anything to eat for a while and we have nothing." He stared at him intently. "So I have no other choice but to steal, you know it's hard to find a stable job in London. You know that."

"But Jim," Luka was still unsure about his older brother's actions, "stealing is a bad thing and you might end up in jail." Luca said, afraid that his brother might caught by the Scotland yard and throw him to the dirty cell.

Jim placed his hand over Luka's red headed locks. "Don't worry Luca, we'll become filthy rich someday and we'll have servants and everything!" He continued to blabber on about all the good things that might happen if he and his brother were to become rich.

The boy laughed. "You're silly, Jim. There's no way we're going to become rich! No way!." He said half- joke. The blonde young man snapped at Luka's silly advice,

"You're right." He smiled sheepishly but deep inside he just knew there was a way. He could feel it.


Somewhere in Bengal, India


Sebastian along with an Indian businessman and other volunteer workers were in a remote village. The village was in a mountainous region of the countryside. Lots of poor villagers gathered for donations from a British noble by the name of Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

"Mister Sebastian, it appears that the children were delighted by Earl Phantomhive's sweet products. Look at them!" A businessman with an Indian accent stated from beside the butler as they looked at the tons of Indian children eating the confectionary products such as chocolates, candies, and other sweets that were produced by the Funtom Co.

"Thank you so much! Mister!" The children chorused towards Sebastian, the butler of the House of Phantomhive.

He glanced at the Indian national beside him. "I'm glad that the children were pleased by the Phantomhive products. And the young master was grateful to your wonderful hospitality upon his arrival in your estate , Mr. Adikavi."

"Nonsense." The man started with a light heated smile. "Lord Phantomhive was a truly great man to help us in our risky situation. Thanks to him, these village children will be able to smile once more." He said in a tearful smile, he was thankful to Lord Phantomhive's donations for charity that the villagers seemed very happy that there were many goods. Sebastian grinned, for the past few months, his young lord decided to travel to India. He noticed that his young master seemed to be avoiding someone but when he asked if it was about Lady Elizabeth, his young master said denied.

He was quite puzzled. He couldn't understand the reason why his young master was in this country in the first place.

"By the way, Mister Sebastian, where is Lord Phantomhive?" The Indian national questioned the earl's whereabouts.

The butler thought about it, "Well, you see…"


Bengal Palace


"Argh! I lost again!" The 20 year old Prince Soma of Bengal cried in dismay that he was beat again by the chess genius and the CEO of the Funtom Co. Earl Ciel Phantomhive who sat opposite side on his table with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. His attire consisted of a bluish suit and he still wore his signature eye-patch on his left eye right eye.

"I told you Prince Soma," He stated in a deeper and mature tone. He leaned his face on his intertwined hands with a dark smile on his lips, "I'm not going to lose when it comes to chess." He finished with his handsome arrogant look.

Author's Note:

This was not following the original plot of both manga/anime of Kuroshitsuji. It was created by myself as I based this on a novel-like fanfiction. Every canon character's interaction were the same in the original except for Alois/Jim because he was grown up in the streets and lived a hard life in the city with his little brother, Luka.

Interesting Fact: Alois' character in this story was based by Charles Dicken's Oliver Twist. :)

I would like to thank my proof-reader, vampslaying101 for her effort and hardwork for editing, cleaning unnecessary error grammars and spellings. :) She is really amazing... Chapter 2 might be come out soon so check it out.

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