I hate funerals. I hate dressing in black, I hate morning over people who have moved on to a happier place, I really hate having to accept apologies from family members when it's not their fault, but most of all, I hate being here when I could be out finding the one who did this to my sister.

"I'm so sorry Bell, I know how close you two were," my eldest cousin Jessie pats my shoulder awkwardly, not meting my eyes. When I don't reply, she says something that makes my blood boil. "Two years in a row now, wow."

"Jack wasn't murdered," I growl, standing up and watching her wince as the chair screeches across the tiled floor. I walk away with a cold glare into her icy blue eyes.

My brother had moved out last year and told us he was doing fine. He told us he had a well-paying job and a kind girlfriend. If only we had heard the strain in his voice, or noticed the injection marks on his arms. It was around this same time last year that he overdosed on heroin after scribbling his goodbyes on a suicide note.

I look around the room and instantly spot my mother, who sobs loudly into a handkerchief as she explains who she found her precious daughter with extravagant hand movements. My father is a little way away from her, his smile fake as he talks with some random relatives. I shake my head, avoiding the both of them.

Finding a nearly empty table, I collapse into a chair, pulling off the high-heeled shoes my mother bought for my brother's funeral. They barely fit and I don't ever wear heels. Ever.

"Well isn't this depressing," I say to the boy beside me. I can't see his face, but he's small and is dressed in a black suit similar to my father's. His bluish-black hair is slicked back, falling down his face on one side to reveal a milky-smooth forehead that leads down to blue eyes….

"I've been to one of these before." He mumbles, half to himself. "I just can't remember where…"

I reach over and rub his back. "As good news as that is, I have to ask; why are you here?"

"I was told you're family is going to look after me," he turns his head, smiling at me softly. "That is, until I get adopted or someone claims me."

I hear a loud sobbing and look over my shoulder to see a woman with long blonde hair done up like those beehive hairstyles from the fifties and a black veil that covers her blue eyes. She hobbles over to me and I stand, pulling the boy with me and racing off. I don't like touchy reunions.

"What are you doing?" he asks as I pull open a random door. I place a finger over my lips and push him in, following myself quickly afterwards.

I look around to find complete darkness. Groping the walls, I soon find the light switch and blink as the darkness suddenly evaporates. I look over my shoulder to find Sebastian staring at an old picture, in fact, the only thing in this room other than the walls, ceiling, floor and door.

I walk over and see a very old picture of Queen Victoria. The paint is cracked and her face seems to be twisted into a demented grin. For some odd reason, she's portrayed as a young girl with her shoulders and neck slowly rotting away…

"I've seen this woman before…" the boy says, turning to me with curiosity shining through his eyes."Who is she?"

"Someone who hasn't been alive in somewhere around a hundred twenty years." I put my hands on my hips. "I doubt you know her."

He sighs. "But I have. I've heard her talk and I feel like I know her."

Suddenly shock courses through my body. This boy… a man would kill for him and he recognized a twisted picture of a former queen, claiming he knows her….

"Have you ever met a man with…" this is a long shot, but I have to try it. "Crimson eyes?"

"Crimson eyes?"

I nod. "The colour of fresh blood."

"I…" he stops, wrapping his fingers in her hair and falling to his knees. Fast as lightning, I grab him before his head hits the ground, cradling the boy in my lap. His face begins to contort in pain, as though he's going through something so horrifying that he can't even call out. I look to the door, wanting to yell for help but knowing if they found us like this, there would be many questions. When I look back at Sebastian, his eyes have turned red-pink and seem to swirl around cat-like pupils. It's only for a second, but it doesn't take me long to figure out this child is a demon.

(Sebastian POV)

I linger outside the girl's house, waiting for her car to return. The sun is beginning to paint the mountain-framed horizon a beautiful blood-red when they pull in, my young master with them. I want to pounce and grab him, but this family is far to powerful.

"My, my, Young Master. What have you gotten yourself into?" I chuckle to myself as the father turns to glare at me, his eyes flashing to bright glowing silver. I slink back into the shadows, but never quite far enough to let my master fade from sight.

Now that they know what he is, what will they do with him? I can't fight them in these circumstances, and I probably couldn't take on so many of them single-handedly in a regular situation. No, I just will have to wait. Wait until they give him back, or for the perfect opportunity to snatch him right from under their noses.

This was a short chapter… I wanted it to be a longer chapter… it doesn't matter now.

So, I will be trying to update with the next re-writes as soon as possible, but school is picking up speed right now, not to mention I just joined a Cosplay group so we have to organize the big trip to a convention and some new CMVs, and also I'm planning all this new stuff and somehow I became the leader of this group… whatever, you don't want to hear about my boring life, right?

Another thing: I keep forgetting about the disclaimer. I do not own Kuroshitsuji and anyway, shape or form… no matter how much I wish I did…