"You're a bad kid!" the voice of a woman screamed, "horrible.. ugly… disgusting!" the voice continued, the eyes of the middle-aged woman looked into the eye of a small blue-eyed boy. His right eye was covered by a bloodied eye patch, an eye patch that obviously needed to be replaced… But no one cared enough to help. The boy's hair was an unusual color, blue-grey.

"How disgusting you look, you should be grateful that we took you in!" the woman's voice said with disgust. The young boy looked at her, his one visible eye glazed over with pain… looking as if he was off in another world, trying to block out the harsh words directed at him. That was a bad idea. The woman noticed him in a zoned out state and not paying attention, and delivered a smack across his face. He fell to the floor from the force of the hit and just laid there, emotionless eyes. He was so used to this, it was practically a way of life for the boy. His clothed were like rags, and he was covered in bruises that his clothes covered, along with cuts and scratches.

It was a wonder that he managed to survive this long… If only that day had never happened. That tragic accident that changed his life forever. He remembered it like it happened yesterday. Hiding in the closet, the closet his mother had rushed him to in order to hide him. Gunshots. A scream. It was all too fresh, just as fresh as the now reddening handprint on his face.

"Get up." The woman demanded. Ciel dared not disobey her and did as he was told, standing back up, "How disgusting." She repeated, "Go wash up… We are expecting a visitor today later. Not that anyone would want a boy as ugly as you, however," she paused for a moment before continuing again, "You would only be giving us a bad reputation."

"Yes, ma'am.." he said in almost a whisper.

"Excuse me?" she asked him, looking as if she would stab him right there if she had possession of a knife.

"Yes, ma'am." The sickly boy spoke louder.

"Good… not get lost. Out of my sight."

He bowed his head and walked off quickly to his room that he shared with two other children, two older boys. The room was empty and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Ciel Phantomhive." A voice suddenly said, it came from behind the poor boy. He stiffened and bit his lip, the boy who always picked on him and beat him up must have seen him enter the room. Ciel turned around, his eye still emotionless.

"… what do you want?" Ciel asked, "There's supposed to be a visitor and I have to get cleaned up.."

"a visitor? Why do you need to get cleaned up? No one wants you, no one ever will… That's why your parents abandoned you." The tall dark haired male said, a smug, yet sadistic, smile on his face.

"SHUTUP!" Ciel shouted, "My mom and dad didn't abandon me!"

"what's that? Talking back? Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson again." Cracking his knuckles and stepping towards the boy with the eye patch, he grabbed him by the arm and kneed him in the stomach. Ciel doubled over, feeling his hard boney knee make contact directly into his gut. Gasping, trying to catch what little breath he had left, he began to cough. The next thing he knew, he was grabbed by the neck and thrown to the floor.

"Little brats should learn to respect their superiors!"

"Get off…. G.. get off of me!" Ciel choked out, "Don't touch me..!" However, he wasn't making it any better, just talking seemed to enrage the older boy. He was soon kicked in the ribs, he swore he felt a rib break. The pain was horrible, so immense. He cried out and rolled on his side, clutching his ribs.

"Shut your mouth."

He did not speak. He knew that if he spoke again, he would only get beat more.. and he was already in so much pain.

"Good boy."

Ciel had his eyes tightly shut, and finally opened them after hearing the older boy walk away. He bit his lip, sucking up as much of the pain as he possibly could. The shower was on the other side of the room, and his clean clothes were under his bed. He felt tears well up in his eyes, "…Why… does God hate me." He whispered as he crawled to the shower, "… I must be hated by everyone. Mom and dad… they left me all alone in this cruel place." He whimpered to himself. Once at the shower, he undressed and stepped into the shower. The luke-warm water hitting his back. It felt amazing… he hadn't been allowed to shower for weeks. He knew the shower would have to be quick though, or he would be scolded, possibly worse. Washing his hair with the shampoo on the shower floor, he sighed in content, loving the feel of being clean. He cleaned his body with the bar of soap and washed himself off. Once the soap was washed off, he turned off the shower water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself. The next thing was to get dressed in his clean clothes… Though, he would hardly call them clean.

"…Maybe… I should just give up." He whispered, "… No one wants me… No one… will ever want me." His blue eye iced over with pain, he stared at the floor… slowly walking to his bed. He reached underneath and grabbed a pair of shorts and a long shirt, slipping them on. The visitor would be there soon, as he heard the other children running down the hall towards the main hall. "tch… Why bother." He said, slowly walking out of the room, "… It'll just be like the other times. They'll pick someone else, and I'll be left here to rot… God? … There can't possibly be a God. If there is, he is dead to me."

"Line up, all of you!" the same woman from earlier shouted, "best behavior now! "

All the boys, including Ciel, who was at the very end, lined up against the wall. The visitor would soon be here. It wasn't long before the door opened, and a tall man clad in black made an entrance. Raven black hair hung down from the sides of his face, and his eyes were an unusual color. They were the color of blood, something Ciel had seen so much of. He glanced up at the man, his face expressionless and pale. He saw the man greet the lady whom he hated so much and begin talking. He wasn't sure what they were saying, but the man nodded a few times and smiled. That smile made Ciel feel warm inside… He couldn't explain it, but seeing that man smile like that, made him feel safe. He stared at the floor, avoiding looking at the tall man.

"Children, this is Mr. Michaelis. He's here to adopt one of you today."

The man walked over to the line of children, eyeing all of them and asking them questions and talking to them. He had noticed Ciel, the only child in the line who seemed… uninterested, and staring at the floor. The woman, noticing that he had his eyes on Ciel, glared, "sir. You really do not want that one. He is a very bad kid…"

"Bad kid?" he asked, looking at her, "How so?"

"He is disobedient and enjoys breaking the rules. He doesn't know his place."

"Is that a fact…" the man with the scarlet eyes asked, walking over to Ciel, "Hello." He greeted.

"…"

"You're not very talkative, are you?" he asked. He noticed he was trembling, just slightly, "May I ask your name?"

"….."

"No?" he asked, a gentle smile playing at his lips.

"That's Ciel Phantomhive!" a younger boy said in a rather obnoxious tone of voice, "He's really bad all the time, so he gets time outs a lot!"

"Time outs? …" he looked at Ciel again, "My name is Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis."

"…."

Sebastian stared silently at the kid for a few more minutes before walking away over to the middle-aged blonde woman. "Excuse me… But I believe I'll be adopting the one called Ciel Phantomhive. The one at the end."

Her mouth dropped, jaw practically hitting the ground, "S-sir! Are you sure about that? You really wish to adopt that ugly child!"

"Yes. I do indeed wish to." Sebastian spoke, his voice serious, and his gaze even more so.

"CIEL PHANTOMHIVE!" The woman screamed, grabbing the child's attention. She received his attention and lifted his head up, "….." The woman gestured him over with her hand and he obeyed with the utmost obedience. His heart beating heavily in his chest, what was going to happen. Surely she was not dumb enough to hit him in front of Sebastian.

"Ciel… This man wishes to adopt you."

Ciels eyes widened, had he heard her right just now? No… he had to be imagining things. This had to be a nightmare… was it a nightmare? He couldn't think straight, "… excuse me. Ma'am?" he asked quietly.

"I said… this man wants to adopt you and take you home with him." She sneered venomously at him. He shivered and nodded. Seeing Sebastian hand the money over, he looked up at him, "Th…" he couldn't get the word out, and he wasn't sure how to say that word. Instead he just looked at the floor again.

Sebastian, looking down at him, noticed a mark on his wrist. He narrowed his eyes and kneeled down to eye level with Ciel, "… Excuse me." He said, "may I see what you have there on your wrist?"

Ciel refused to look at Sebastian, but shakily put out his right arm for Sebastian. Sebastian, gently wrapping a gloved hand around the boy's hand and pulling up his sleeve glared at the dark mark across his wrist that lead up to his arm, "… May I ask you to take off your shirt?"

"… my… shirt?"

"Yes."

Ciel simply nodded, afraid of what might happen if he said no. He slipped off his shirt, revealing a number of cuts and bruises on his body, some fresh and still bleeding. "and this is what they call a time out for you?" Sebastian asked.

Ciel simply nodded his head, still staring at the floor.

"I see…. This just will not do." Sebastian responded. He stood up and looked at the woman, "… You obviously have no idea how to raise children properly, madam. I will be reporting you, along with this orphanage. I will make sure that this place is shut down, and the children are sent to a more suitable orphanage."

Ciel looked up at Sebastian, a glimmer of hope in his eyes, he couldn't be bad… not after what he had just said, ".. Help me." Ciel whimpered, "… take me away from here." He swore he felt hot tears threatening to fall. Is that what it felt like? He hadn't cried in such a long time, he had forgotten the feeling. A fresh stream of tears soon began to wash down his face. Sebastian looked down at him and scooped the boy up in his arms, glaring at the woman and walking out, "… the only ugly thing here.. is you, madam." Were his last words before walking out the door. He could hear the old woman scream something, most likely a curse word as he walked outside and the door shut behind him. Ciel had laid his head on Sebastian's shoulder, his frail trembling form held by strong gentle arms. Ciel's thoughts before he drifted into unconsciousness, 'Is this… what an angel looks like?'

Sorry if this seems kind of rushed, or not very good. It will get better~

This is my first Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, and more chapters are yet to come. Please review. 3