Chapter 1

Ciel Phantomhive sighed and stretched in his desk chair, deciding to take a break from the ceaseless paperwork he was forced to do. This last batch was concerning a drug cartel the boy had busted the previous week; aided, as always, by his rather efficient butler. True to Ciel's love of the colour, he wore a deep blue t-shirt under a grey blazer and black jeans. He had been amused by the turn that clothing had taken over the years – from frills and stiff collars to comfortable, simple attire. It certainly made dressing each morning much easier, and he no longer required Sebastian's aid in the matter.

"Tea, young master?" came a voice from the door to Ciel's study. Speak of the devil.

"Thank you, Sebastian," the boy replied, rubbing his temples. It seemed like a headache was well under-way. The tall, slender man stepped into the room and set a cup down on his desk. Ciel caught a whiff of the tea and nodded in appreciation. Perfect, as usual. He had almost forgotten Sebastian's presence in the room, until the black-haired butler spoke once more.

"Young master, forgive me, but is anything the matter?" Even after all of these years, Sebastian was as formal as he was when Ciel first made the contract. Of course, what else could be expected of a demon?

Ciel frowned. "Do demons ever get bored?"

"Simply put, beings like myself who have been demons since their creation do not. However," Sebastian smiled, "In your case, I would assume that you retain the same emotions and functions as a normal human, considering the fact that you still find it necessary to eat and sleep regularly."

"Right. That's the issue, then. You can go, Sebastian," Ciel added as an afterthought. The man immediately turned and left, shutting the door behind him.

It's boredom, then. Sounds about right. Ciel's thoughts wandered as he lazily fiddled with an ink pen. As cliché as it may sound, the seemingly young boy found the idea of spending his existence as he had the previous years rather… unenticing. Not much was occurring as far as life outside of his police work, and Ciel realized that this feeling that had been welling up inside him for a while now was a sense of… loneliness. Of course, most of his servants and other relations died long ago, while he lived on in his everlasting adolescence. He was tired of the same cycle of police work and moving in order to avoid arousing suspicion at his lack of aging. But, what to do about this? As he thought, he finished the last drop of his tea and stood up, stretching. He decided to take a stroll in the small park near his home on the outskirts of London. Grabbing a muffin from the kitchen and bidding farewell to Sebastian, Ciel stepped outside into the autumn air.

It would have been chilly to any normal human, but Ciel was not 'normal' in any sense of the word. He could feel the cool air, but it had no effect on him. The boy walked towards the park, munching on his muffin, and observed the people going in the other direction. They were all hunched against the cold and walking briskly towards their destination, not paying any heed to the young boy with the eye-patch outside this late. One thing that hadn't changed since Ciel was young was people's tendency to overlook what wasn't immediately obvious. Not that he minded; in fact, Ciel usually preferred being anonymous. However, now he grudgingly admitted to himself that he was hoping someone would interrupt him and strike up a conversation.

How disgraceful. Ciel brushed his grey-blue hair out of his face and pushed the subject out of his mind.

The boy had wondered aimlessly as he thought, and suddenly found himself in a part of the park he did not immediately recognize. He noticed a few people next to one of the decorative walls that adorned the walkways. It looked as though there was a smaller shape in the center of the larger men, which immediately aroused Ciel's suspicions. He stopped for a moment and his cerulean eye flashed pink, allowing him access to the heightened eyesight that came with the demon package. Sure enough, he could now see the young woman in the center, as well as the fear in her eyes. He began listening.

"You're looking good, sweetie," one of the thugs said, grinning wide and reaching towards the woman. She squealed in fright and stepped back – right into the arms of one of the others. He laughed and grabbed her as she struggled.

Ciel had seen enough. He took a deep breath of the dark air and allowed it to swirl inside of him, growing and beating.

"You don't want to do that." The men turned in surprise and noticed Ciel's thin frame. The first man, which Ciel presumed to be the leader of this gang of assholes, smirked.

"You gonna stop me?"

It was at that moment that Ciel decided to show them his disarmingly sinister grin. His eyes flashed pink again, and he laughed. "Yeah, I am."

That was enough for the four men to beat a hasty retreat, leaving the girl to her uncertain fate. Ciel returned to normal and nodded at the girl, whose mouth was agape. The young boy sighed. "Go home, you're fine."

"U-um, thank y-you so much," she stuttered. Ciel shrugged and walked away without a word. It was business as usual around the city; this was nothing out of the ordinary for him. Someone had to be around to lend a hand when it was needed, and the police were incompetent at best. Maybe Ciel was softening with age, but he supposed that he had always worked to provide justice to those in need.

And now my muffin is cold. Sighing once again, he tossed it over his shoulder, and began heading home as the moon rose against the darkening sky.

Munching your muffin... oh, how I laughed when I wrote that.

This chapter is okay, I think. I feel like the whole confrontation thing went by rather quickly for my tastes, but I didn't want to write a whole actiony-scene thing. SO THERE. YA GET WHAT YA GET. x3

Until next time, guys!