Heehee. There you go, chapter 1. :D have fun. Hope you like it.

I don't own Kuroshitsuji. :D I'm not worthy of owning it. T-T

There was a long, seemingly neverending road stretched out in front of him, cutting though a vast, dry field. Far away, where the sky touched the frozen earth, a beautiful shade of azure, much to the young Phantomhive's liking. However, he found himself disconcerted by the seemingly ugly spots of snow clouds spanning the sky; like a thin, blotchy and uneven layer of cheap paint. It tainted the would-have-been clear blue sky, ruined the glorious sheet of silky blue.

Other than this, he was happy that there was no noise, or almost none. He very much disliked man-made noises like the groaning horse carriages, drilling, hammering, haggling voices; all of which he had no choice but to hear every day. The young man had a fondness for silence thick enough to hear his own quiet footsteps, to the point where he could hear his own breathing; often imagining himself in such silence, he would be in a dimly lit room where it seemed as if he were the only existence in the world.

Seeing nothing else to do, he started to walk down the long road, unwinding and straight for miles on end. He wondered for a long time where it led to, or if it would even end for that matter. He wondered, if he just kept walking, never stopping, would he end up in the same place as before? He would not be able to tell, though. Everything looked the same, for it was just a frozen plain field and a road, nothing more.

Although it was an open space, his footsteps echoed clearly in his ears, as if he was in an enclosed space. For some reason he did not find this peculiar, not that he found any of it to be. His breaths of water vapour gathered in a cloud before him, he observed, and did not disappear as it normally did, as he walked. He stopped in his tracks, taking deep breaths of the cold air, blowing into the whirl of mist that gradually grew larger. He continued puffing like a child now, with the intense urge to watch how big the cloud could get, until all of a sudden he found himself trapped in a fog so thick he could hardly see anywhere ahead of him.

He stopped puffing and took one step forward, listening to the now much louder, flat 'click' of his stiff shoes, while mildly shivering and hugging his coat closer as the cold started to seep through his clothes. He continued walking, the fog growing thicker and thicker until it felt as if he were embedded in a wall, if this was even possible. Only then did Ciel ask himself logical questions like how he got there, why he was there, when he had gotten there, and what time it was. At the question of time he was about to turn to Sebastian to ask for the time, only to realise his faithful butler and his pocket watch were not there beside him. This question, although the last, was quite the opposite of the least. A twinge of fear got to the young Earl for a moment, but it faded quickly. This was Sebastian they were talking about, Ciel thought, in an attempt to comfort himself.

He's Sebastian, There's no way he won't be okay.

Lost in these thoughts of his, he was abruptly brought back to his conscious senses by footsteps already very close to him. The boy turned around, in slight shock of the closeness of these footsteps that he could and should have noted so much longer ago.

When he turned around, his strained eyes made out a faint, blurred shadow. It appeared to be a human body, upright with arms and legs and all. It was tall and slender, with messy hair and odd protrusions on its back and ankles. Ciel first thought them to be strange growths, but they could just have been things the person was carrying.

This shadow got clearer as it approached. The protrusions were indeed growths, wings for that matter. Some string-like thing that he caught a glimpse or two of might have been a tail, but he didn't dare be too sure.

As Ciel was about to get an even clearer view of the stranger, it stopped for moment before disappearing, reappearing behind the boy. His eyes widened in shock, and his instincts told him it was dangerous, told him to run. But his off-guard senses were unmatched to the inhumane creature, who had gripped onto his shoulder. Although not strong, it was enough to prevent the young Phantomhive from running.

In frustration, Ciel cursed under his breath as he tried to break free, but to no avail.

"Who are you? Let me go. Now." Ciel demanded in a forced, failure of a calm tone. Where had his firm, steadfast self gone? Why was he so shaken by some stranger grabbing hold of him? He was indefinitely taken aback by his fear for this shadow, for it was just a shadow.

It wasn't just a shadow. It was a shadow of something.

He had no good reason to be afraid. There was nothing that indicated that he was in any real danger of this thing. Then again, there was nothing that proved he was not. Still, why did his breath feel so abnormally heavy in his chest, why was his voice so dreadfully scared and weak? Sebastian would honour his oath, the faustian contract than marked the back of his hand. It was because of this fact that Ciel never once felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

If so, why was he so unsure of his faithful butler coming to his rescue this time?

"I am Lacias. Thank you for coming, Ciel Phantomhive-dono."

ASDFGHJKL. :D first chapter doneee. XD Shoo. Off you go to chapter 2. It should be there. :)

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