Summary : Sebastian's brother got booted out of Hell to see how Sebastian was doing on earth. (You'll have to read the rest to judge how the story is going ^^)

A/N: This is written in a first person's point of view (Sebastian's brother) and I intended it to be mainly humorous - trying to experiment on writing comedic stories, as well as my sadistic muse had been bugging me even when I'd been having my exams last month...I'll be following the manga storyline as I've only watched bits and pieces of the anime (wasn't to keen on Ash/Angela, Drocell and Queen V wanting Ciel dead…).

I'll stick as closely as possible to how the characters are, but they will be slightly OOC in some circumstances. Also I apologise beforehand for the language not being too accurate with 19th century – this story was written merely for fun and enjoyment of readers (I hope). Contains hints of shounen-ai if you squint (my first attempt as well).

Please do read and review so that I know whether this is worth continuing or scraping off . Thank you for your support!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji except my OC :D

There I was, happily bidding my time away in Hell until a stupid suggestion booted me out of the world I had known onto Earth just to look for Malum, my brother. Why me, damnit!


Chap 3

His Brother : Sial, Ciel…

"Wake up, Sial…"

Uhn…just a little longer…It's not like I have any lessons with those sadistic tutors…

I rolled to my left, ignoring whoever was disturbing my sleep.

"I need you to wake up now…Sial…"

Hot breath whispered into my ear. I felt a lick on my earlobe…

My eyes shot open to look into glinting crimson orbs.

"Argh!" I shouted as I scrambled away and fell off the bed. Apparently my powers were also sleeping, like what I was earlier…until Malum…

Ugh!

"You have an audience with the Young Master, Sial in ten minutes. I've prepared some clothes which would suit his presence instead of those pajama-like clothes you decided to clothe yourself."

"These clothes aren't night wear!" I argued, rubbing my arms to rid them of the chill of the morning welcome of my brother…

"The clock is ticking, Sial. The earl is a busy person." Malum completely ignored my rebuttal, plastering a smile on his face.

My eyebrow twitched in pure irritation. Wow, was it so fantastic just to meet this Master of yours? It wasn't as if I wanted to meet him! But now since I was stuck here…

Malum was looking at me. "Do you want me to dress you up just like I do the young Master?"

"Get out!" I screeched as I flung a pillow in his direction.

Which obviously didn't hit him.


"Explain the meaning of this, Sebastian."

Those were the first words I heard from the earl and it was very clear to me now as to the glances Malum had shot in my direction and I hadn't understood them, nor when he asked Mother why I looked the way I was.

What has Mother done…? Why in Hell do I somehow have some resemblance to the earl…?

Despite the fact he had bluish grey hair and one sapphire blue eye while I had black onyx hair and green eyes, we both had similar pointed noses and mouths. And if we both scowled, we were definitely peas in a pod. Except that he scowled more.

Aside that, who was he referring to as Sebastian? Did he mean – ?

"My apologies, young Master. I have questioned my Mother as to why she gave those facial features to my brother and she told me I would know…," Malum answered.

So, Malum's known as Sebastian here…?

"So, have you figured it out?" asked the earl haughtily.

For a young boy like him, being so pompous to Malum…I honestly acknowledge his boldness…and wonder how did my brother even get into a contract with him. The boy looked so delicate, and yet so hardened…

"Young Master, if I may say so, if I am your knight then he is your pawn."

Whaat? Me, a pawn? Was it just yesterday that I was thinking I was from a noble family in Hell…

Pride comes before a fall.

"As my mother had requested for him to enter your service – "

Since when did she say that? She wanted Malum to turn me into an evil demon…

So why do I have to enter this young brat's service?

" – therefore I have thought about his use as an addition to the Phantomhive household. If it does not disturb you, Young Master, he will be helping the three of them –

Who are the three of them…?

" – aside from aiding you in your investigations for the Queen."

Okay, so basically I was just some servant. Couldn't Malum have just said that in a shorter sentence instead of stringing some flowery lines which would make Shakespeare proud?

What the hell! A mere servant! My pride really couldn't take it.

Sial…Malum mentally flashed a warning in my mind and I fought to keep my countenance neutral.

"Hmm…a new chess piece, huh?" smirked the young boy as he sipped his tea while keeping his single blue eye on me. I wondered what had happened to his other eye beneath the eye patch. Honestly, if he didn't have the title of an earl, he could have been a pirate.

"Do you have a name?" he asked.

My name. Sial means 'cursed'…But Malum told me I was not allowed to use my actual name here for fear someone actually knew its meaning, linked it with evil occult matters and thus possibly becoming a scandal if the Earl Phantomhive was involved in the supernatural, considering he served the Queen...

"It would be best if you gave him a name, young Master. Demon names are unwise to be known to humans," Malum smoothly cut in.

"Hmph!" His eye flickered in my direction. "From this day, you'll be called Nikolas Michaelis."

Michaelis…That last name sounded familiar…And Malum's name was Sebastian.

Sebastian Michaelis…

I looked at my brother before turning to look back at the little earl who had a creepy smile on his face. The little runt had given Malum the name of a priest…?

Father Sebastien Michaelis, the man who compiled a hierarchy of demons in Hell…? The man who was quite accurate as to how many of our kind are in the Underworld…

And my name who has its roots from a Saint…

This is no ordinary young brat…

"Do you have any problems with that name?" the earl dryly asked when I had not acknowledged his words earlier.

"No, my Lord…" I will never call you 'Master!'

"You seem to have something on your mind about me," said the earl.

I really didn't want to ask. I was curious, but I really didn't want to ask…

"Out with it, Nikolas."

"May I know your name, my Lord?"

If it was true, then it would explain –

"My name is Ciel Phantomhive." There came that smirk again.

I knew it…

Mother…what are you doing?


"I'll introduce you to the other servants of the Phantomhive household after I've tended to the young Master," said Sebastian as I was standing outside the earl's study.

I nodded, not knowing what to feel. Mother…is just…

Cruel.

I snorted. There was no point in thinking about it. Now I was a servant at the Phantomhive household, serving a young brat with a name close to mine.

Ciel which meant sky

A pure name on a bitter child…

Malum brought me to the main hall where he pressed on the bell on the wall.

Moments later the other members of the Phantomhive household made their appearance.

An elderly grandpa wearing clothes similar to Malum sipping tea.

A gruff looking blond who smoked like a chimney.

A maid with cracked glasses who turned bright red whenever she was near Malum. Hmmm…?

The last to arrive was the gardener – the young boy – who came flying from the front door. "Sooorrry I'm late!" he screeched as the door slammed shut –

And came off its hinges…?

I almost gasped. Beside me Malum's eyebrow was twitching. "Finny…," he voiced.

This Finny fellow spun to see the damage he caused. "Oh no! I'm sorry, Mr Sebastian!" he screeched again, starting to cry. Reminds me when I was younger and used to get bullied…but that was all in the past.

Malum rubbed the side of his head. "I will fix the door, Finny. Right now I have an important announcement to make."

"Yes?" asked the three of them, standing in a row beside the old man.

"Starting today, we have a new addition to the Phantomhive household."

Then only they realised my presence.

What a joke.

I am so insignificant.

"Oh, hello! I'm Finny!" The gardener grabbed my hand and shook it enthusiastically. This boy…he has such lovely aquamarine eyes…

"Ooi, Finny, don't be so enthusiastic! You'll sprain his wrist at the way you're shaking it!" said the man who was smoking.

Crack!

Both Finny and I looked down to see my wrist bent in an awkward looking angle.

"Huuuh!" Finny heavily breathed as his eyes widened to even larger proportions I wouldn't have thought possible. "Oh nooooo! I'm sorry!" he wailed.

I surveyed the damage on my wrist. No bones protruding out meant it was just sprained, and not broken.

I took a deep breath, unsure if this would hurt the human me. I knew losing limbs would hurt, but sprains were another issue…

Creack!

I twisted my wrist back in the right position, earning gasps from the three of them whilst the old man sipped his tea.

"Don't worry, Finny. It's a small matter. I heal…fast." I smiled. In my head I heard Malum laugh. Idiot!

Aren't you going to introduce yourself, Sial…?

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I'd forgotten about that. In Hell I rarely talked to the other demons and I never needed to introduce myself as my lineage was known.

"I'm Nikolas Michaelis, please take care of me."

Malum gestured with his right hand. Bow, Sial. You'll be doing that more from now on. Don't forget – you're not a noble here…

My jaw was clenched as I bent my body forward for a moment. How much more does my self worth have to be taken away from me?

"Huh? Mr Sebastian's brother?" gasped the maid as a slight blush spread on her cheeks. "N-nice to meet you, I'm Maylene."

"The name's Bard." Chimney smoker chipped in, adding, "That's Tanaka," pointing to the old man.

"Ho ho ho…"

Huh? Ho ho ho? Wasn't it too early for Christmas?

I curled my lips upwards into what I hoped looked sincere enough for a smile.


"You don't seem pleased at all," spoke Malum as he showed me around the house after arranging the duties to the other three. Tanaka was allowed to sit in a corner and drink tea. I had been quite surprised when Malum smiled respectfully at the old man when we passed by him.

I shrugged. Mother was toying with me but I didn't know the extent to her game. This boy Malum was serving, Ciel, despite being a boy I could already smell the stench of a dirtied human.

A human who could have demonic qualities in him…

And hilariously for me who was born a demon, to actually be purer than him…

"What's his life story, Malum?" I asked, stopping.

I'll spare you the gory details, but basically his family had enemies who murdered his parents and his captors sold him to a human auction.

He had been abused there – I think you all understand what sort of abuse - and his cries had summoned Malum's attention.

This was a young boy hell bent on revenge.

I couldn't blame him.

We reached the library.

I was rooted to the spot when I saw the portrait.

"Explain the meaning of this, Malum!" I practically hissed. "You…"

"My, my, don't you sound like the young Master earlier?" Malum smirked, folding his arms.

"Mother and you sure have a fucking sick sense of humour! How is it your human features bear some resemblance to his father?" I demanded.

Then again, the earl wasn't even disturbed by this fact. Perhaps his initial expression had been shock when Sebastian took on that form, considering he had a queer expression on his face when I had some similar facial features to him. Mother had given me those features…

"Sial, I myself have no idea what Mother is thinking. But if you work properly here and become a demon that she would praise, then you could at least return home a lot faster than necessary."

I made up my mind. Return home when I was kicked out of it? Bullshit! All of them back home could kiss my ass!

(Maybe I'll take back that last thought…I have had enough perverse behaviour from my brother at the moment.)

My lips twisted upwards as my glare turned steely. "We'll see."

As I turned to leave the library, another thought struck my mind. I didn't want to say it out loud as you never knew if Mother actually was listening in or something…

Malum, I think I know why you're not returning home…Best make it not too obvious to Mother because she catches on fast.

There was something about that young brat which allured my brother…if he didn't come home…

"Oh, is that so…little brother…I think you have found something too, haven't you…?" his whisper was so close to my ear that I stumbled backwards, my arm falling back to steady myself against the bookshelf.

"None of your damn business!" I retorted before storming out of the room.

I really don't know…

Best to just make myself useful in the Phantomhive household. Lucifer knows how long I'll be stuck here anyway.


HY : Lord, I just realised that all my asterisk marks to separate different parts of chapters actually don't appear here *sweatdrop*. To the wonderful readers of this story, I hope you haven't been too confused with it (and I have to check on my other works if that's the case -.-").

Thank you for your support! And please do RnR!