A/N: I promise this chapter will set things in motion already since I want five chapters to be published this week. Oh, and thank you for the tip Anxx. I'm really not good with Japanese and also kudos to you and rebeccasanfujieijilvr! Forgive my grammatical and typographical errors and spelling.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji and the characters but they are of Toboso Yana. Only the plot is what I have credit for.


Episode 1

That Butler, Returning

It was a cloudless, sunny day at London and everyone bustled on with their jobs at the busy city. A child was selling bread at a small bakery while nobles, clad in black were helped by footmen ride on their lavishly-decorated coaches.

They were too busy to notice a dark-haired youngster skim past an alley with a man. They, because of a tailor's incompetence, stole two black silk cloaks and two top hats from a tailoring shop and were now wearing them according to their fashion.

"Is the young master positive he can put on the cloak by himself?" snorted Sebastian as he offered both his hands to tie the cloak.

"I can do it. Don't- oh Sebastian!" cried Ciel as he helplessly watched his butler, already travel-ready, tying his cloak in an elegant knot.

"The Undertaker sure knows what he's doing when he gave me this arm," grinned Sebastian to his Master's dissatisfaction. "Now I can be the perfect butler his master wanted."

"Shut up," fired his master who turned with a swish of his cloak, again trundled through the people-packed West End of London, careful not to touch anything strange as his butler swiftly followed behind him. "We have to find the manor but since London is rebuilt, it's not easy to find your way up to flats you don't know of."

"But Young Master, the manor was destroyed by the fire," said the butler, who handed his master an eye patch. Ciel took the flawlessly sewn 'mask' without saying thanks and tied it impulsively.

Ciel laughed, addressing the remark as a joke. "Then we'll make a new one. Can you do it, Sebastian?" He stopped running and bowed at the demon, imitating Sebastian's 'respectful' address at his butler.

Sebastian didn't even flinch and made a low, fancier bow than Ciel, turning his master's feigned bow a childish compliment.

"Yes, my Lord."

Elizabeth Middleford continued to stare at the large glass window to the hedge-trimmed landscape below, her eyes unmoving, perhaps waiting, as raindrops began to fall.

"My Lady!" called Paula, her lady-in-waiting, grabbing her mistress' arm and pulling her away from the window. "You'll catch a cold if you let yourself get wet," was another worried statement by the poorly-treated miss as she closed the windows and let loose the velvet-red curtains.

"I don't care," Elizabeth answered back. "I don't want to come tomorrow either. I don't want him."

"Mistress..." The lady-in-waiting couldn't say anything else as she sadly turned back to the door. "You know he can't come back."

"Shut your mouth!" was the mistress' bad-mouthed response, now grieving. "Ciel... he'll come back. I fixed everything... this mansion of his... his company... because... I know he'll come back! He will... he will..."

Elizabeth then knelt to the wooden-furnished floor and continued to weep. "Why won't you believe me? Why won't you all?" She threw then a porcelain vase, which the lady-in-waiting, thankfully caught.

Paula then went to her mistress, putting back the precious china to a mahogany table and cradled the young lady. "You really love the young master, Lady Elizabeth." She coaxed as she made a tight embrace at her mistress.

"It's obvious right?" laughed Elizabeth, wiping her tears. "I guess first love really never dies."

"I stand corrected," said Paula raising her right hand as a kind of pledge. Both then giggled together.

"But I wonder," said Paula as she gently touched her mistress' long locks. "Why won't my lady tie her hair anymore? And why won't she wear the pretty dresses the Marchioness often shops for her?"

Elizabeth made a tinkling laugh. "I don't want to be the one I was before. Ciel will hate that."

Thunder then crackled as rain continued to pour down in bullets. But the two young women didn't mind. They continued tittering, not minding the loud sound of the approaching storm, the already-cold water in the bath, and the guests trudging onto the Phantomhive estate.

"Young Master?"

The butler and his master were walking to a small pathway leading to the manor when the boy came to a halt, his butler following behind.

"I noticed something, Sebastian," said the young Phantomhive, drenched by the gale and weary by the long walk. "Why did the trees already..."

He noticed the towering pine already green and aged; the grass grown and the flowers enticing and colourful, in spite the happening storm.

Sebastian smirked, knowing the situation already. "We must hurry young master. You'll get soaked if we keep standing here."

"Yes," he said, silently scorning the demon and began to walk, this time in big steps.

They journeyed on, both silent as Ciel tried to make the butler keep up, failing to do so since his efforts only make him race up to Sebastian.

It was then Sebastian's turn to stop. Ciel bumped to his butler but quickly recovered, even making a face at Sebastian.

"Does the Young Master want me to carry him?" asked Sebastian with a smile reminding Ciel of poisoned honey.

"I'm a bother to you, am I right Sebastian?" asked Ciel tonelessly turning his head away from the butler's eyes.

"If you want me to give you an honest answer then it would be 'no'," answered the servant, not stricken by his master's question. "I'm only responding to a butler's anesthetics. I have to do the best way for my master's safety. I have to be perfect to please my master."

"Alright then," Ciel cut in. "Carry me." He held out his hands and closed his eyes, as if expecting a painful execution. The butler knelt down and placed his master's hands onto his neck, cautious not to make him uncomfortable and jumped to the nearest pine branch, and then leaped onto the next fifteen feet easily and again and again-

Ciel was already tired and didn't notice the fierce adrenaline they were in as his servant went on springing through the trees in a natural cat-like manner.

"Sebastian," the lad whispered to the butler's ear as his eyes began to droop.

"We're almost there, Young Master," assured his butler as he made another leap. "Don't worry."

"I'm sorry Sebastian."

Ciel's statement made the butler almost lose his concentration as he landed three feet from where he expected to land, but nonetheless, it was still as graceful as ever.

"I'm sorry for saying those things to you," Ciel murmured. "Those words must've hurt you."

"Do not worry. I'm a demon. Words don't wound me like they do to humans."

"Liar."

The demon ceased leaping. What his master said triggered something inside of the devil. He simpered for a while; a phony simper.

"I told you I never lie, like humans do." His tone was no longer human.

They then went off again, but this time the butler acted rather rashly than usual.

"Why won't you admit it? Demons, they also feel pain and suffering. I thought before the same way but then I noticed that sometimes, you just don't respond to a butler's anesthetics-"

"If you talk any more Young Master, I'm afraid I have to silence you," warned the demon further as his actions became more and more reckless.

"You have a heart too, Sebastian!"

Everything was still. Rain now became a mere drizzle. Sebastian didn't respond at his master's bold remark; he only paused for a while and made a magnificent leap toward a twenty yard branch.

"We're here Young Master and..." he said.

Sebastian then jumped. They were greeted by cleanly clipped hedges and an empty fountain. There was also a lass waiting for them.

"It seems like Lady Elizabeth is waiting for you," teased the butler as he lowered his young master.

"Thank you very much, Sebastian. For everything," said Ciel, not minding the rain anymore as he gave his butler a quick hug, stunning him further.

"You won't thank me any longer when the time comes, Young Master," whispered Sebastian but Ciel's statement earlier continued to ring in his ears.

"You have a heart too, Sebastian!"

Do I really? He thought, as he tailed his young master with a faint smile. Young master is such an utter fool.

Elizabeth couldn't believe what her sight was showing to her. This was truly unbelievable. Maybe because she had soaked for two hours in the rain hoping again and again or because of her clouded eyesight by the thick fog, waiting for her 'special someone' to return that she had came up this- this vision: that Ciel Phantomhive was walking on to the muddy path, welcoming her with open arms.

But somehow, he seemed all too real.

"Elizabeth!"

That voice... that cold voice she heard before was now brimming with warmth. This feeling of hers... she was no longer nervous...

"Ciel!!!"

...she won't be hesitating any longer...

She then ran, not minding the rain, her damp hair, or her dirty dress.

He was no vision.

What she saw in that face of his was no bitter look or scowl...

She then gave Ciel a tight embrace.

...but a genuine smile.

A/N: NOOOO!!! I didn't want this chapter to end like this so easily. I'm so, so, sorry at the sloppy ending I made. I didn't want the chapter to easily end like this but I had no choice since I had, once again, ran out of time. Pardon my sloppiness. *Cries.*

Please R&R.