Unfortunately, I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I think everyone here would like to, but we sadly do not.

Also, this is the story of Sebastian's past, so no Ciel. I'm also calling him Aquila, which means Eagle in Latin. Oh, and the song I use in here is from The Lion King: Simba's Pride. Don't ask why I like Disney songs, they just fit. A couple of the word have been changed slightly to make it fit a little bit better than it does normally, so don't come attacking me. I clearly don't own Disney.

Chapter Eleven: A Nightmare of a Memory

Summary: "Maria! Help me!"

"Look, Aquila. Look how beautiful the trees are," Tsala smiles down at her three-year-old son. His elder brother, who is five, pokes him in the side. "Luke," she gently admonishes the little angel with his nickname. "This is Aquila's first time in Eden. Don't pester him."

"Not pestering. Poking!" Luke says gleefully.

Tsala shakes her head and calls one of the many creatures. A scaly-bodies animal comes padding up on long legs. It has a diamond-back pattern, and curious, slit-pupiled yellow eyes.

Aquila stares at the creature. "What are you?" he asks in a small voice.

The creature raises its noble head. "I am Serpent."

Luke seems fascinated with Serpent. "I've never seen you 'fore, Surp'nt."

"I'm new here," Serpent explains. "But I don't have many friends among the other animals. Would you like to play sometime?"

Luke nods. " 'Es."

"Oi, wait up, Luke!" Aquila calls to his brother, who is currently climbing the tallest tree he could find.

"Bet I can make it to the top before you!" Luke yells over his shoulder.

"You're already halfway up, silly!" Aquila complains. "And Mother'll get you for making bets again."

"Only if someone tells her," Luke smirks as Aquila catches up to his branch, panting.

"Look, you can see the Big River from here!" Luke points across the forest to where a huge river winds its way over the land, the creatures called crocodiles lining its banks.

Aquila looks out over the forest, and sees something sparkling in the light. The great city of Cairo, long a tourist destination. Many of them have arrived in the planes landing at the airport. "Hey..,what's that?"

"What's what?" Luke looks where Aquila is pointing, but sees nothing.

Recent protests against the government of Egypt have diverted many tourists from the violence. "It's nothing. It's gone now," Aquila frowns. "Odd. I thought it was some sort of city at first."

Luke laughs. "A city? Why would there be a city in Eden?"

"I...don't know..." Aquila shrugs. "It was probably nothing." It is not nothing. This will come to pass.

"I can't stand this, Aquila," Luke paces back and forth across the room. "I can't stand watching you suffer like that every night. You say every time it's a different version of the future? Different areas of the world?"

Aquila nods timidly. He had seen the great rainforest burning. Luke takes a shuddering breath, lines of worry across his face, a strange expression for a sixteen-year-old to carry. "If...If the one with the fire in it come again...I've told Father we need to do something about it, but he doesn't listen! If that dream comes to you again...I'm leaving."

"What? Luke, you can't! Father'd be so mad~"

"If that happens again, I'm leaving," Luke repeats. "I don't care what they do to me. I'm going to fix this problem once and for all. And I won't be coming back."

Chills run through Aquila's body. He hopes that the dream of Eden burning will never come again.

"Lucifer, come back!"

In the two years since his brother left, and then Serpent, and five others, Aquila had tried to forget about things when he wasn't being trained for the elite patrol. The elite patrol was a special team of angels whose mission was to kill the leader of the demons. His father hadn't told him who it was, only that it was the darkest evil the world had ever seen. These sobering thoughts had been hard to push back~until he met Maria.

Aquila walks in to the grand ballroom. Maria stand there in a beautiful green dress to match her eyes. Maria Skyheart~and the sky was definitely where Aquila's heart reached for whenever he saw her.

"Good afternoon, Maria," Aquila takes her hand and leads her out to where the other dancers swirl on the floor.

Aquila skirted the edge of the battle, dodging around the angels and demons. It was disconcerting to recognize nearly every face on the side of the Enemy. But so far, there was no sign of their leader, the Devil~whoever that was.

"Aquila!" one of the other angels on the elite patrol called his attention. "He's over there! I'm busy with this one; go kill him!"

Nodding, Aquila dashed off to where the angel had pointed. He rounded a large boulder~and came face to face with his own brother.

Aquila was motionless, his brother a perfect mirror of him. Around them could be heard the cries of battle, but no one seemed to see them yet. Aquila stared at his brother~who had changed so much, and yet not at all. In his cat-like vermillion eyes Aquila could detect a cold malice, a masked fury struggling to surface. That was not his brother. It was something else, a different personality. Ate the top of it all was Luke!confused, sad, and above all, terrified. He was just as scared as Aquila was. All he was doing was protecting his friends. He was no different than Aquila himself.

Through the blur that was now his thoughts came a voice. "What are you waiting for, Aquila? Kill him!" it pleaded. It was one of the others of the elite squadron, but at that time, Aquila could not remember his name.

"I...can't," he whispered. "How can I kill my own brother?"

"He's not your brother anymore, Aquila!" the other angel cried, desperate now. The reinforcements were late in coming, and if this monster could not be stopped now, while he was still young, then he never would. "Kill him!"

Wordless, numb, Aquila backed away. He tried, but nothing came from his mouth.

What happened next was a flash of lightning in Aquila's mind.

"I don't believe it, Aquila." the angel, taking up his sword.

"Ah!" his brother, just now stumbling out of his stupor, too slow to defend himself.

"Die!" the angel again, striking down with his rapier.

"NO!" Aquila's own yell, a screech of terror and anger. And in his own hands was his sword.

"Wha~Aquila, what are you doing?" the angel fell. And the angel Fell.

Silence settled around them. "What...Aquila...what have you done?" Luke asked quietly.

"I couldn't...I couldn't just let him kill you." Aquila's entire body shook. Then he took a deep breath. "I'll take him back. I'll explain what happened to Father. He'll listen, I'm sure of it."

"No!" Luke cried. "He will never listen. He ordered you to kill me~and yet he made me what I am!"

"He'll listen," Aquila said stubbornly. "I'll take whatever punishment he gives me."

"Come back with us!" Luke begged. "When it comes to us, Gabriel doesn't think straight. Please, you'll be safe~"

"No," Aquila was calm now. "He'll listen. You'll see." He carefully picked up the lifeless body of the other angel and walked away."

"Aquila..." Luke trailed off with a strangled cry.

"Luke!" came a voice behind him. "The portal is closing! Unless you want to be flying home with the entire Legion on your tail, I suggest you get a move on!"

Luke turned to see a pink-haired demon standing beside a magic portal. "But...Aquila...he killed an angel to protect me. He is Fallen now..."

Asmodeus sighed in exasperation and ran a hand through his hair. "We can't go after him, Luke. I'm sorry."

"No. No! Aquila! NO! You don't know what they're going to do to you, Aquila!" Luke screamed, but his brother was already gone. Asmodeus dragged him through the portal, and no trace was left.

"Aquila, what happened?" Gabriel stopped short when he saw his last son carrying the body of an angel. "Who did this?"

For a few seconds, Aquila's voice faltered. "I...I did it," he managed to choke out. "But lis~" Fear rose in him at the expression on Gabriel's face.

"What?" his father's voice was cold and detached, as if he had already made up his mind.

"No, it's not what you think. Please listen. I couldn't kill my broth~"

"There is no excuse," Gabriel's tone was flat, and Aquila was more afraid of him than if he had shouted. "Angels!" he called, and everyone in the nearby vicinity gathered together in a cluster.

Father, please don't do this. Please listen to me!" Aquila broke off at the look in Gabriel's eyes.

His father's next words struck a chill to his bone. "Who are you talking to?"Gabriel asked the question calmly. He turned to the gathered people. "Bear witness to the events of this day. This angel is no longer one of us. He has killed his own kind, and sided with the Enemy.

"No! No, I haven't! I didn't mean to~Please, don't do this to me!"

His father began the curse. "Lumen into Umbra."

"Light into Shadow."

"Please!" he cried in terror. "Someone! Anyone! Help me!"

"Aquila into Corvus."

"Eagle into Raven."

"Angeles into Diablos!"

"Angels into Devils."

"Forever starving to death, and unable to die."

"Forever chained to the Earth, and unable to fly."

"The white dog is a good dog, good dog, good."

"The black dog is a bad dog, bad dog, bad."

"Lullaby, and the sun sets."

"Lullaby and goodnight."

Aquila's breath came in ragged gasps. Gasps that were unnecessary. He no longer needed to breathe. His heart beat out of force of habit.

Gabriel approached him with a mad glint in his eyes, and Aquila realized what he was going to do. "NO!" he screamed, but there was nowhere to run, and noplace to hide. And then someone was tearing off a piece of his soul, twisting it around and around, like breaking off a living tree branch. Pain unlike anything he had ever known raged over his back. The piece of soul was severed, and lay mangled on the ground, blood dripping from the torced bone, over the white feathers. Seized with terror, Aquila searched the crowd of angels with a final desperation.

"Maria!" he screamed as his other wing was caught. "Help me!"

"Do not speak to me, demon," were all that was returned from his love.

Aquila stood there in agony of body and mind, as blood dripped down his sides. The remaing bones of his wings folded, retreating into his back as if they still had the wings themselves attached. Spots danced before his eyes, and another wave of fear took hold of him. If I black out now, they will kill me. So he ran, pushing his way through the angels, running from his own people, that now looked on him with hatred and disgust. And as he ran, they started to sing that terrible song.

Deception
Disgrace
Evil as plain as the eyes in his face.

Deception (an outrage!)
Disgrace (for shame!)
He asked for trouble the moment he came.

Deception (an outrage!) (he can't change his stripes!)
Disgrace (for shame!) (you know these Outsider types!)
He asked for trouble the moment he came. (See you later, agitator!)
Deception (an outrage!) (just leave us alone!)
Disgrace (for shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!)
He asked for trouble the moment he came. (See you later, agitator!)

Caught by grief
Fueled by hate
Helpless to defy his fate
Let him run
Let him live
But do not forget what we cannot forgive

And he is not one of us
He has never been one of us
He is not part of us
Not our kind

Someone once lied to us
Now we're not so blind
For we knew that he would do what he's done
And we know that he'll never be one of us

He is not one of us...

Aquila tripped, and fell from Heaven. It was only when the pain caused by the impact of hitting the ground showed itself that he allowed unconsciousness to claim him.

Aaaah poor Sebastian...please tell me what you think!