Disclaimer: All Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) characters and canon plot belongs to Yana Toboso. I own all OCs and events that solely occur in my plot within this fanfiction. Any plot or character similar to other works of fiction or existing person(s) is completely coincidental unless I say so otherwise. Please don't copy without permission.

Chapter 1 - When you curse upon a star

It was a starry night when the plane took off from the ground. Johanna Lee had never been one to gaze at the night sky because it was always cloudy and polluted with only the city lights to help illuminate the small town. But this time she took note of how the skies were so clear, and how the moon glowed just brightly as her face probably did.

Two days prior, Johanna's mother called from across the country to inform the 14-year-old girl that she had finally found a stable job and that Johanna and her grandparents can move into the city with her. Apparently, her mother was able to rent out a small yet comfy apartment downtown. After the dark haired girl handed over the phone to her grandmother she began jumping around the house and depriving her lungs of air as she cheered and laughed loudly, causing her grandfather to trip her over slightly with his cane.

She remembered sobbing after she informed her long-time friends from school and saw their downcast face as they found out that another one of them would be leaving for the city. They tried to assure her that they'd keep in touch on social media and so began the awkward but heart-warming combination of light laughs and tear-stained faces.

Despite her still-reeling mind, Johanna only had one dominant thought as they flew above the clouds that night. She spotted a bright streak of light cross her porthole window.

'I wish that my life would get a lot more interesting by the end of this flight.'

She then scoffed at herself, 'Idiot. It's not like my wish is gonna be granted. Entrusting your hopes into some dying star is so stupid. Some children's bedtime story that is! Me? Childish? No way.' Johanna began to slide down the shutter, when a light twinkled in the direction of the shooting star that disappeared from view as quickly as it had appeared.

Too bad she missed it. But then again even if she hadn't it's not like she would have been able to foresee any of the following events.

Johanna drew out a long sigh that had her grandma look over at her before she nodded at her grandma's needless worry. 'It'd be nice to have something to depend on though. To hope on,' the thought fluttered lazily at the back of her mind as her eyelids drooped and her vision went dark, just like the dimming lights of the plane.

~ O ~

"Yo, Baldroy," a militant called as he entered the tent, throwing a box of cigarettes towards the aforementioned man. The blonde man raised his arm to catch the box from his place without lifting a single eyelid.

"Thanks, bud. Anything else came in for me or just this?" Baldroy asked fiddling with the top of the box and proceeding to take out a stick. He held it expertly between his fingers as he lit it and placed it on his lip. "Maaaan, it's hot down here." He chewed on the end of the cigarette, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and temples. His other hand lay strewn across the armrest of his seat.

"If it's so hot, you shouldn't be takin' a smoke in this heat. Here." A canteen of cool water hit Baldroy straight in the chest and fell unto his lap, knocking the breath out of his lungs. "Nothing else for ya came in. Just went into town myself this mornin'."

"Maaaan, that hurts," Baldroy grinned, getting up from his seat and hardly pressing the edge of the canteen to the other man's chest.

"A-A-Aaarghh!"

"Heh. What comes 'round goes 'round. Anyways, you can't be damaging my body whenever you like. I can't do my duties if I'm not well, ya hear Johnny?"

"Right. What duties? And so much for takin' a joke."

The radio buzzed to life stealing the two men's attention from each other. "-llo? Hello?"

"Speaking," Baldroy replied.

"Outbreak of a fight. Just started a minute ago. South-east end of the town. No casualties yet but it might get bad. We're in need of back up. There's no time to inform the higher ups."

"Damn'it. We just got here this week. Ah well, so much for 'initial dispatch team'. I thought we'd just be scoutin' the area." John grunted.

"C'mon. We gotta gear up quick. You know how quickly these sort 'a stuff escalates. I just sent an alert signal to the main troops. Not that we'll be hearin' from them anytime soon though."

~ O ~

Johanna woke up to wet thighs and a shaking seat. The small airplane was trembling more than should be, causing the plastic cup of water on the tray table to tip over spilling its contents on her lap. She completely snapped awake when the pilot's voice rang through the speakers repeatedly telling the passengers to remain seated, and fasten their seat belts, and informing them of the obvious air turbulence.

A passing flight attendant took her cup and asked her to put up her tray to which Johanna quietly obeyed. Johanna eyed her grandma's hand that was tightly gripping her grandfather's forearm as the plane continued to rattle. Closing her eyes as she rushed a multitude of silent prayers to whatever deity would listen, she tightly wrung her hands tightly together.

A lady behind Johanna keep laughing hysterically every time the plane seemed to drop in the sky. The laughs suddenly turned into coughs and then retching as the woman threw up the semi-digested airplane food all over the back of Johanna's own seat. This only made the teenager shut her eyes more firmly, if possible.

Perhaps it was because she had her eyes closed, but as soon as her eyes shot open again she knew she had accidentally drifted off to sleep due to the mild pain she felt at the right base of her neck and the trail of fresh drool on the side of her chin. Growing used to the turbulence, the plane's rocking only just lulled her back to sleep as quickly as she had woken up.

She drifted in and out of sleep and although she would jerk her head upward every now and then to stay awake, despite it feeling like seconds she could tell somewhat that it had been over an hour since the plane has entered the air pocket causing all this disturbance. 'They should be close to landing at this point, right?' Before sleep could wash over her again, the plane suddenly jerked violently to the side.

~ O ~

'KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!'

Such violent and bloodthirsty thoughts were usually foreign to young children. Yet at the age of ten, sitting dirtied and bloodied on the cold cage floor, seeing a knife stabbed into the bare torso of a child too similar to him, fearing that his fate would follow as such, it would also be unusual for him not to have such thoughts.

After endless days of harassment, food deprivation, isolation, and the haunting memories of his family's and servants' corpses, even the toughest minds are bound to break. He could still see Sebastian's bloody body laying right next to his parents' which were just as-

'Oh'

A velvety voice unlike those of his tormentors, slipped into his mind. The young boy held his breath for a moment trying to catch what that voice. It seemed amused, but a very different sort of amusement from those that were about to kill him. If anything, this was a more sick kind, and much more demonic. But to the child it was new, and different. It was the change, as of the moment, to his tortuously useless lifestyle.

The room was engulfed in a sudden darkness, which then began to gather in one spot and solidify into a humanoid being.

A series of astonished yelps and gasps filled the room, including a masked man who was flinching backwards with his jaw slackened in disbelief, "I-It really showed up!"

Another masked mad, this one albeit more excited threw himself at the dark figure. "Grant me eternal life and wealth!" The pot-bellied man yelled gleefully, as if the entity were a genie. And maybe he was. But not the type that would come out of a lamp and grant people wishes for simply 'freeing' him.

~ O ~

The flight attendant who was walking down the aisle, using the headrests of the seats to balance herself tripped over her own feet when the plane jerked. Although it was a cause for commotion when it had happened, instantly after one of the crew came too look at the situation, the air turbulence calmed down until it went away and the plane was stable again.

Another crew member joined the first as they assisted the flight attendant, who seemed to have only sprained her ankle, to the front where she was to be treated.

The turbulence left all the passengers into a lapse of tense silence, and even after some time had passed and the seat-belt light went off, the whispers that flitted around the cabin was still at a minimum.

Johanna smiled at her grandparents sitting across the aisle from her. They were comforting each other in hushed words with their hands intertwined together.

~ O ~

"FIRE!"

As soon as Baldroy and the rest of the soldiers at camp arrived at the shooting scene, they knew that it wasn't a simple one. Although the enemy didn't have many men, they seemed to be individually skilled and very young, some of them teenagers even. Everything was completely disorganized on both sides.

The very few civilians that were present weren't doing a very good job helping them either. A few were still running in the sidelines looking for shelter, and those that were able to find cover from the firing range had their backs or sides wide open.

There was already a civilian lying flat on the ground and bleeding. Baldroy couldn't make out if the man was still alive but judging by the amount of blood that was seeping around him, Baldroy could tell the body was no longer worth his attention. There were several others in more need of it.

As soon as one of their comrades behind a building spotted Baldroy, he waved him over and the others followed suite as they ran to shelter.

"Any updates!?" Baldroy yelled over the gunfire. The ringing seemed to get louder now that they were closer to the fight.

"Three of our men down! So far, only two civilians spotted dead and some others injured!"

"Who's the highest ranking official giving orders right now!?"

"Well... it's you Corporal, sir," the soldier said looking away as he addressed Baldroy.

"WHAT!?"

"First Lieutenant Rhodes was taken down as soon as the fight started with two other friendly, sir!"

Baldroy scratched his head in frustration, swatting a mosquito away with his long gun. "Agh. So much for rank."

~ O ~

Just as everyone had calmed down enough for the majority to take off their seat belts again, the plane shook violently. Some grew overly silent again while a select few groaned in frustration as they patted around their seats for the belts. Before everyone could fasten their belts however, the plane dropped no doubt over a hundred metres in the air, maybe even two or three hundred, throwing people out of their seats violently.

Heads hit the ceiling, bodies were thrown to the sides so harshly that the interior skin of the plane rattled cracked, some might have even lost their lives right then and there and nobody would've been able to check anyway considering what took place next.

People began screaming and crying but before those thrown around and still conscious could even find a grip, the plane tilted over 90 degrees to the left and began hurtle downwards through the atmosphere.

~ O ~

The demon's eyes swept over the gaping audience, looking for the man who has summoned him. His eyes came upon the child in his cage and he instantly told himself, 'It's this one'. He smirked.

'Well aren't you...' the man smiled cruelly as he walked towards the cage, 'a very small master'

The voice clearly echoed in the boy's head. And he was so sure he was the only one in the room hearing it.

'You have summoned me. This fact will not change for eternity. You have given a big sacrifice. Now it's your choice whether to make a contract with a demon and have your wishes granted, or not. The price to cross the river has already been paid. What has been sacrificed will never be returned. Now... choose.' The demon licked his lips in both satisfaction for the appetizer, and anticipation for the main course.

The boy had no reason to gulp. His mouth and throat were so dry from thirst and his screaming from when they burned a mark on him. He hasn't spoken in so long, and he had no idea what else life had to offer after all the suffering he's been through. But, he knew this was a chance. A chance to wreak vengeance upon those who have humiliated him and massacred the members of his household.

Grabbing that chance, he steeled his voice. "I-," he coughed violently, "I-," his voice very much like nails scratching on a chalkboard, "I want power."

"Wh-!?" A man from the audience yelled, "SOMEONE SHUT HIM UP!"

"THE POWER TO TAKE REVENGE ON THE ONES WHO DID THIS TO US!"

~ O ~

Johanna was one of those who didn't have their seat belts on when the plane began to fall. The first time the plane fell, her head met with the ceiling where the overhead compartments were and she was thrown back to the floor lying across the aisle. Her vision went dark and her side stung so badly. Her entire body seemed to be aching.

She looked of to see her grandmother staring at her in horror. Johanna struggled to get up and stop her from doing anything reckless, but her grandma unbuckled her own seat-belt to help her up. That was when the plane tilted.

Johanna fell back towards her side of the plane except, she was lying on the wall, and her spine hit so hard that her back coiled in pain. As if that wasn't enough, her grandma fell right on top of her. What scared her so badly was not her own bones breaking, but hearing a crack from her grandmother's small body.

Everything else happened so quickly Johanna could hardly process it. She could just remember her feelings. The pain, both on a physical, mental and emotional level that raked through both her mind and body. The plane must have nose-dived because she remembered being thrown forwards, over the heads of buckled and screaming passengers.

She was hugging her grandmother so tightly and felt her grandma's head fall limp over one of her arms.

The plane's walls spiraled around them. Round and round so quickly, until Johanna couldn't make out the walls and all she saw was a mixture of colours, a blinding white, just like the shooting star she saw earlier that night, and then it was raining bullets.

~A/N~

The chapter title is a wordplay of the song/saying 'When you wish upon a star'. Enjoy! The story's cover is not mine in any way and is painted by the Polish architect and freelance illustrator, Maja Wronska. Like the canon (manga), this fanfiction does not rely a lot on historical events.

Thank you so much for reading. Please don't drop my story.