Hey all! So this is kind of a crappy chapter so sorry ahead of time : ( Also, my computer broke down yesterday but it's good now so my minor panic attack is officially over! So that's why I didn't add a new chapter yesterday. Besides I needed a day to think of how to continue this crazy plot!

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**Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler or anything associated with it. Yupp, we all now I don't own anything but Raiya.

**Warning: By now? Really? C'mon, if you don't like, don't read. Lots of OOC-ness and an OC

**Rated: T-(Supernatural, dark themes, some violence, & mild sensuality)

Ch. 7-That Master, Remembering

Within Raiya, Ciel Phantomhive was freezing his butt off and felt oddly sleepy. He noticed he got tired faster since his body died. The most surreal thing had been watching his own funeral. And that undertaker seemed way too interested in the casket. At least his parents hadn't had to attend their son's funeral. Ciel knew that a child dying before his or her parents was more unnatural than anything that had happened to him, even with all the angels and demons he'd encountered. To be honest, Ciel wasn't sure why any part of him was still alive. He had just wanted to die and leave all these worldly troubles behind. He had gotten his revenge and wanted Sebastian to take his soul. After all, that damn butler had kept his precious aesthetics all those years. As much as Ciel liked to torture Sebastian, he would always feel safe under the demon's care. The contract was still intact though, so why hadn't Sebastian made any effort to free him? Surely Claude couldn't have that much power over his butler? With a shudder, Ciel blacked out. He dreamed. Or rather, "nightmared" if you will.

It was a strange dream. It was like he was watching himself, but found he couldn't speak. It was a true out of body experience.

Ice cold hands touched his bare back. An oily slick voice simpered.

"Oh, Earl Phantomhive. You don't know how much I've wanted you. Your soul is so charred on the outside, but so pure inside. Mmm . . . " This guy was completely freaking Ciel out .

"Who the hell are you? Get your hands off me, you pervert!" The tall man dressed in black simply chuckled and proceeded to "pat" Ciel on the back, resulting in more of an abusive slap than anything else.

"I am Claude Faustus, the brother of your precious Sebastian, and also Earl Alois Trancy's ah . . . butler." Claude smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth-no, fangs. There was something in the way he said "butler" that made Ciel hesitate, and he let an audible gasp slip from his lips. Claude could feel the young boy's muscles tense up as the realization of who he was-and what he was-fully sunk in. But by that time it was too late, Claude had already roughly stripped him of all his clothes, and proceeded to undress himself in a savage fashion; he simply ripped the expensive suit off his admittedly "fit" body. Ciel squirmed when he heard the fabric tear.

"W-what are you doing? Claude! Stop!" Ciel shouted.

"I heard you calling for me, Ciel. Patience." He meant to "pat" Ciel's head, but sorely miscalculated and smacked him so hard against the floor he was knocked out. Claude quickly (and guiltily) looked right and left with his rather creepy golden eyes.

"Whoops. Tee hee!" Claude tittered. Unable to help himself any longer, he began the destruction of Ciel Phantomhive. First, he forced himself into the small, fragile form in front of him. When he was fully "satisfied", he moved on to extracting the soul. If Ciel hadn't been such a stubborn boy, it would've gone much faster, but Ciel was stubborn. Claude grew extremely impatient with the process. At last, Ciel's body was departed from his precious, precious soul. Claude studied the lifeless body for a moment. It lay exposed, bruised and dirtied. The demon noted with sadistic pleasure that the boy's hips were protruding at a very odd angle, most likely due to his unwanted sexual advance. Claude brought the body to the undertaker.

"Hmm, veryyy interesting, very interesting indeed!" exclaimed the undertaker when he saw the battered body. "I finally get to beautify and dress this little creature!" He quickly shut the door in Claude's face, uninterested in his seemingly obvious role in Ciel's death. The undertaker did notice as he cleaned the body up that it somehow seemed emptier than other bodies, particularly for a child, but he didn't think much of it.

Claude left the undertaker to his work, and returned to the Trancy estate, with Ciel's soul in tow. He was hypnotized by the purity of the thing glowing in the blackness of the night. It was beautiful, and more importantly, it was HIS. This wasn't the same as all those games he'd beaten Sebastian at before. It was different because this time, he didn't just want what Sebastian wanted to piss him off. He actually would love Ciel's soul for himself, even if it wasn't Sebastian's. But it didn't hurt that this was supposed to be Sebastian's first true soul and Claude had stolen it. He smiled. But it wouldn't be long before Sebastian confronted him upon discovered his missing master, so he thought it would be smarter to temporarily place Ciel's soul away for a very special type of safekeeping.

Ciel woke up. He hadn't known that had been what happened to him. His body had been violated! By Claude of all people! Demons, whatever! Ciel proceeded to scream.

TBC . . .

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