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Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I DO own Charity and what a poor soul she is.

Charity: Wait, what are you going to do to me?

Me: *Smothers Charity* Shush up. Back to the story!

You would think being swept off your feet by a handsome stranger would be pleasant, but being sore from all-out sprinting for a day then sleeping on the ground and being carried in an awkward position really, really didn't mix.

Though uncomfortable, I felt myself clinging to dear life to this attractively random stranger. Probably because of the fact that he was practically flying through the air or it could be because I had almost died just a moment ago.

"Can we st-" Before I could finish the word 'stop', the man halted and lightly put me down. Well…this was certainly bizarre.

"What's the cache for you saving my life? Is it eternally being your slave or something? Because I've been down that road before and if it is that then I'm just gonna go kill myself." I raised an eyebrow at the dark haired man while placing my hands on my hips.

"Is a man no longer able to simply save someone?" He inquired innocently.

I scoffed loudly. "Mister, I don't believe you because I'm not lucky enough to be merely just be 'saved'."

A smirk grew on the man's features and his intoxicating red…wait red? That wasn't normal.

"Oh God! You're a damn demon! Pardon my French but I mean really!" I frowned, looking him over. "Someone must hate me up there."

He raised an eyebrow at my outburst. "I have no affiliation with that place."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "No really, you must want something for saving my life. Demons never do anything just to do it. Hmm...Probably my mortal soul, right?"

I turned my back to him casually, looking at him through the corner of my eye. Trading my soul for a body guard wouldn't be that bad of a deal besides being overly ironic. Offering my soul to be protected by someone who would eventually kill me, funny right?

Although, if I could trick him so I would get to live a regular life span and still have his services…well now that would be a good deal.

"Hey, why would a demon want a soul that's half angel anyways?" I twisted back towards him, looking up at him skeptically.

He seemed clearly puzzled by this himself and I expected that I wouldn't get answer.

"Oh well. So do you want to contract with me or not?" I asked, trying to look taller than my 4 foot 6 inches.

His bottomless red eyes seemed to change into an unrecognizable color as he asked. "Do thy know the terms of thy demon's contract?"

"Yes, yes. Let's just get on with it."

"What be thy wish?"

"May I make two? They're relatively easy for humans." A grin crept onto my face. Yes, I knew what I was getting myself into. The contract would probably hurt more for me than a normal human and I didn't particularly care for the fact that the demon would eat my soul.

It's not like I minded not going to Heaven. I've been there before, and however briefly, it still didn't look that appealing.

He raised a black brow. "Only one."

"Fine then. My wish is to fall in love."

That would keep me alive for awhile. I wasn't one to fall head over hills for some stranger.

"If that is thy wish. I also need a name."

"…You don't have a name?"

"No. Names have no purpose in Hell."

"Huh."

Silence.

"Young Miss?"

"Hmm? Oh, right. You're name will be Sebastian Michaels."

He frowned, showing his distain. "What a horrible name."

"It's not that bad!" I looked at him in feign offence. "Aren't servants supposed to be nice?"

"I am not your servant yet because you have yet made an order to seal our contract."

"Fine then, your order is to protect me."

"Yes, Young Miss." Putting his hand on his 'heart', he knelt on the ground and I felt a quick surge of pain in my eye. At the same time, purple marking wove themselves together on the porcelain hand of Sebastian. It certainly was a sight to see, however dark the meaning of the symbol was.

"Young Miss-"

"'Young Miss'? How old do you think I am?" I cut the demon off and raised a dark blue-gray brow.

"Based on your height, I assumed you were twelve years of age." He spoke nonchalantly, as if it didn't matter.

"I'm turning seventeen in December, you dolt." As annoyed as I was by this comment, I kept my voice low so I didn't give him the satisfaction of irritating me.

"I apologize…" He drifted off, as if he didn't know what to call his new master.

"Just call me…Charity, I guess. I don't like that fancy stuff. People have names for a reason, do they not?" I yawned loudly, turning my face away from my new companion.

It was late in autumn and although most of the golden and crimson leaves had fallen and turned into nothing but an annoyance to garden keepers, a few adamant leaves still shown brilliantly from their places on the trees. An occasional leaf drifted down, signaling the on-coming winter.

A trivial smile crept onto my face before the painful sensation of my feet being swept unexpectedly from the ground surged through me.

Had I tripped? No, I wasn't even moving!

I felt sturdy arms wrap around the crook in my knees and my shoulders. I was being carried bridal style. That would not do.

My head jerked up to look at the pale face of Sebastian.

"What the bollocks are you doing!" Midnight blue eyes narrowed at him in annoyance, even though I felt myself struggle to hold down a blush.

He smiled innocently at me. "Miss Charity isn't fit to walk in her condition."

"I- but…I don't want to be carried by you. Or anyone for that matter." I scrunched my nose is feigned disgust.

Truth be told, it was pretty nice being carried without knowing that where you were being carried would possibly hold your demise. It was nice…and cozy…and warm…

Gah! What the heck was my mind wandering off to? Geez, stupid demons and their oh-so enthralling aura that seemed to follow onto them wherever they went. It's not particularly fair to the rest of us 'normal' people, now is it?

I let out a heavy huff before looking up at the sun, which was starting to sink in the sky. Beautiful as it was, I couldn't help but be turned sleepy by the sight. Had practically a whole day passed since the morning?

Speaking of which, whatever happened to that raven anyways? I heard it right before-

Oh dear.

"Demons all have an alternate form, right? Like a cat or a bird?" My voice sounded slightly annoyed and demanding.

"Of course, Miss Charity."

"Hehe…yours doesn't happen to be a raven, does it?"

I looked up at him, slightly irked, just in time to see a smirk-like smile creep onto his face.

"It is."

"Of course it is." I muttered, trying to swallow the fact that I had talked to a bird, which was actually a demon AND kind of admitted I was crazy to said bird-raven-demon thing. I really shouldn't be surprised at my horrible bad luck anymore.

Gently rocking, I felt myself relaxing into Sebastian's bridal style hold. I had to stay awake. Falling asleep would mean that I trusted him, which I didn't, and it would be a blow to my pride.

Soo tired.

Maybe I'll just rest my eyes…

Well this seems familiar.

Oh shut your metaphorical mouth. It'll just be for a moment…

I felt the strings of sleep pull me towards unconsciousness mercilessly before it took hold of me completely. Hopefully, my new demonic companion doesn't even think of doing anything 'dirty' to me.

As if he heard my thoughts, chuckling reached my ears.

Mr. Sebastian, you are a very creepy little demon-bird-raven...thing.

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