A/N:

Yes, there is something a little weird about the siblings/Cutting family. I have an IDEA where I'm going, but no clue how to get there. lol.

Oh yeah, until the OCs find out that Ciel is actually 'round 33 I'm going to go off their supposed age, meaning I'll refer to Adrian as the older because he looks older.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I am not that rich lol.

Chapter Word Count: 1336

Adrian stepped out of the carriage and helped his younger sister out. It was a miracle in of itself that he managed that since his knee kept buckling and refusing to hold his weight, and yet the youth managed to hide it. "One thing I hate about the rain," he said softly to no one in particular, "is that my knee always acts funny." The newcomers were greeted by a tall butler dressed in black. "Your hair is so pretty Mr. Butler." Abigail spoke shyly. Her silly statement caused her brother to slap his forehead in embarrassment as the older man just chuckled. "Please allow me to show you to your room Miss," he paused, waiting for the girl's name. "Abbi." "You mean Abigail, my Lady. It's not ladylike to be so familiar with someone you just met." Helamis reprimanded her softly. "Oh, sorry Mister!" The girl smiled brightly as she followed him. Sebastian turned to the boy, "The young master wishes to speak with you in his study. Mei-Rin will lead you there." "Sure, whatever." Helamis sighed at the rudeness of him, but didn't bother saying anything. She knew he'd just come back with some obnoxious or oddly cryptic remark anyway.

"This way please." Squeaked Mei-Rin as she gestured for the young male to follow her. The redhead led him to the study that he was supposed to meet this Lord Phantomhive in. As he entered the room, Adrian started laughing at the sight before him. This boy, who wasn't much older than Abigail by the looks of it, is the head of this manor? Ridiculous!

"I assure you, there is nothing so funny that you need to stand there laughing."

"Sure there is. You can't be too much more than ten or eleven."

"Actually, the young master is a fair bit older than he looks." Adrian jumped slightly at the voice behind him. It was just the butler though. "So basically you're saying he's short." The boy replied, laughing at the Lord Phantomhive. The long carriage ride combined with his knee had put him in a foul mood. "Hey!" The 'child' lord shouted indignantly, though it really wasn't certain if he had anything to say about the comment, or if he was just making his annoyance known. Adrian assumed that It was the latter. "So what did you want to speak with me about anyway, Lord Phantomhive?" Adrian asked as he took his seat on the other side of the large desk. "I wished to ask you about the circumstances of your arrival, Lord –""It's just Adrian, if you will. Lord Cutting was my father. I do not wish to accept that title as of yet." Adrian interrupted the boy. "And why not, may I ask?" The older youth shot a warning look at the younger, "It is a personal matter, no concern of yours," he stood up, "and at this moment in time I do not wish to share with you the circumstances behind my father's death, as I know you are going to ask. All you need to know is that he died, I have not accepted the title of Earl, and my mother wishes for my sister and I to be here. She said that it would be beneficial to us." With that statement he left the room, only to run into his sister's maid.

"Abigail wants you." The woman said simply. "Not this again…" Adrian muttered, "She really needs to grow up." "She trusts you, Adrian. Besides, we both know you appreciate this." "Yeah, I know. By this time next year it'll all be over anyway." He replied as they entered his sister's chambers. "What will be over?" Honestly, that's twice now! The youth thought as he turned to face the taller man. "You really shouldn't sneak up on people Butler. Besides, that is none of your business as it is a family matter that has nothing to do with the Phantomhive estate," he said, shutting the door on the one in black. "Honestly Adrian, there was no need to slam the door in his face," Helamis sighed. "I don't like him. Something about that man isn't right. That's twice he's managed to appear without my hearing him coming, and we all know what my hearing is like."

"I kind of like him." Abigail said quietly, not wanting to be left out, "His hair is really pretty. It reminds me of yours, brother." Adrian quickly changed the subject, "So how bad are they this time Abbi?" "Not too bad. Just annoying." "They haven't seemed to be as bad once she started wearing a corset at your mother's insistence," Helamis commented, adding as Abbi pulled a face, "a young lady such as yourself needs to wear a corset. No matter how much you hate it."

Adrian sighed as he prepared an odd tea, that Abigail actually liked, consisting of camomile, rose and ginger. The ginger was the unusual one, as the others were lighter flavors, however she liked it and their mother had had it specially made. "Here you go, little one." He said as he handed her the drink. "Thanks Adrian," Abbie replied, quietly sipping the hot liquid, "it's a little strong this time." "You'll need it."

Helamis smiled softly to herself as the siblings interacted before leaving the room to fetch something to eat for herself from the kitchen. In all the commotion today she had forgotten to eat and was feeling rather light-headed. Wandering around for a few minutes, she realized that she had no idea where the kitchens were in this manor. Upon seeing the red-head from earlier she called out to her fellow maid, "excuse me, would you please show me where the kitchens are?" The girl jumped a bit, apparently not having been paying any attention to her surroundings. "Oh yes, miss. I can't show you, yes I can." The jittery woman stumbled a bit over her words. The violet-haired maid chuckled, "there is no need to be formal with me. We are both simply servants in noble houses." Mei-Rin seemed to be calmed by her statement and began to speak more freely as she led Helamis to the kitchens to get a bite to eat.

*THUD*

Helamis winced as she landed on the ground, having caught a vase that Mei-Rin had knocked over in the hall outside the kitchen. A raven haired male watched calmly from the shadows, thankful the girl had caught the object as he only arrived when he heard the loud thump she made. Startling the other two, he took the vase from the purple haired woman and set it back where it belonged. I cannot easily scold this imbecile in front of a guest, even if she is just another servant. The raven was seething inside, but put on a smile in front of the guest. A dangerous smile that did not go unnoticed by Mei-Rin, who promptly began apologizing. Helamis realized it would be best to take her leave and go into the kitchen and get her food. Smart girl, Sebastian thought, watching the woman leave. Knows when to stay out of the way.

Ciel chuckled to himself as he watched his hand heal after breaking yet another mirror. That damned contract seal bothered him to no end. In the past years he had become just as obsessed with maintaining a perfect appearance as Sebastian was. Damn demon has had more of an influence on me than I would like. He thought, as he yet again calmed down from a fit of rage. I am hungry. He will have to take me hunting soon. The boy smiled his malicious smirk, which was in turn reflection a thousand times by the shards of glass from the mirror. However, in the meantime I shall entertain myself with worming information out of my "guests". His laughed echoed in the room as he started toward his sitting room, his shoes crunching on glass and leaving a shimmering yet dangerous dust in his wake.

A/N: Yeah I made Ciel a little more creepy and evil. Though really he was a twisted little fuck before he was made a demon, I just pushed him over the edge a bit.