Inherited

by Nuffins

Elizabeth and Ciel have died, leaving Sebastian to care for their daughter, Amelia Cierra Phantomhive. He was going to eat her soul, until he saw the mark of his Faustian Contract on her throat. How is this possible? What are the terms? As she ages, he becomes more and more attached to her. Romance blossoms eventually. Absurd. Demons can't love. Can they? Rated M for later chapters

2. Chapter 1

Hey, guys. It took longer than expected to load the first chapter! And I realized that I called the last one the "prequel". I'm so embarrassed. So, again, I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I just borrow the characters. Why? Because I am not creative enough to make my own. And because Sebastian is amazing. Has anyone seen his Yes dance? Look this up. You will not be disappointed. Feel free to point out mistakes. I like being told I'm wrong, because it means that I won't be wrong without knowing it. Without further ado, I give you Chapter 1 of Inherited.

P.S. I went through and fixed some mistakes, so it should be better now.

"Sebastian!" Amelia shot up in her bed, breathing heavily. She wiped sweat off her forehead and hid her eyes in her hands.

"Young mistress?" Sebastian greeted from the door, "Another nightmare?"

"Yes."

He handed her a glass of water, which she downed, "Thank you."

"Do you wish to share?"

"It's the same basic one. Same thing, different places, different names," She smiled ruefully, "Just like every day."

"Is everything all right, young mistress? Anything you wish to share?"

"It's nothing new. I'm just tired."

"Of what?"

Amelia patted the bed next to her, and he sat where indicated. "I'm tired of how monotonous everyday life is. Even running the company. It was exciting, but now it's just boring. And these books." She lifted one she finished the night before, "They're all so predictable. I'm just tired of it." She turned to look at Sebastian, "Aren't you?"

He smirked, "Well, I've lived a lot longer than you. I can usually find ways to entertain myself, but I do know what you feel."

Amelia leaned into Sebastian's body, "Maybe it's just my sleepiness talking. How did you wind up here? Taking care of me and the house by yourself?"

"Ah, I just simply had to be one hell of a butler." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

That made Amelia giggle, like always. "Don't ever leave me, Sebastian. You're all I have."

"I'll be by your side forever, even in the depths of hell."

Amelia smiled, then sighed.

"Is everything all right, young Mistress?"

"My neck itches." She bore her throat to Sebastian, "It's visible, isn't it?"

Sebastian swallowed. He hated it when she did that. It was like waving a steak in front of a starving dog. "Yes, it's activated." He mentally groaned. He hadn't eaten in so long, and her soul, bore for him to just take was too tempting.

"Could you?" she gently touched her throat.

"Close your eyes."

She did as told and Sebastian removed the glove from his marked hand, and then placed it on her throat. He massaged gently and her itch stopped. He removed his hand and replaced the glove.

"Thank you."

"You can open your eyes, if you want."

She leaned further into Sebastian, "I honestly have no idea how you do that."

"It's an Ancient Chinese Secret," he teased.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke again, "You want to know something?"

"What's that?"

"I don't understand you at all."

Sebastian smirked, "Well, that's half the fun, isn't it? You can't know everything, or else it really would be all the same."

Amelia nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Of course I am." He smirked, "Perhaps you should go back to sleep. It's very late."

Amelia laid back down in her bed. Sebastian pulled the covers up to her chin and tucked her in comfortably. "Why do you always wear gloves? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"How do you know it isn't just my hand?"

"Don't tease me like that. I know what a glove feels like as opposed to a hand." She said seriously.

She was starting on the path of getting irate. Goodness, the child is touchy when sleepy. "It's only proper for a butler of the Phantomhive household to be in complete uniform at all times."

"All I ever can see is your head. I don't even know what you look like except your face."

Sebastian smiled, "I'll show you my hands some time, if it would make you happy. For tonight, just rest, young lady. Besides, most people only need to know what the face looks like."

"My name is not Most, and I'm not head of the People house. Anyway, good night, S'baschan." She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, not quite asleep, but very close.

"Good night, young mistress. Sweet dreams." He touched the back of his hand to her cheek and left the room.

The next morning, Sebastian threw open the curtains to let sunlight wage war on the shadows. "Good morning, young mistress!" He chirped cheerfully, "The sun calls your name!"

Amelia groaned, "My pillow calls louder."

Sebastian chuckled, used to the usual morning exchange. "As you'd know if you kept track of time, today is a company holiday."

"Then let me sleep."

"Young mistress, are you sure there isn't anything else you want to do today? Besides, we can't have anyone thinking you're lazy. That is hardly proper of a lady of the house Phantomhive."

Amelia sat up and let the covers fall to her waist, then rubbed sleep from her eyes. "Can we go to the pet store today?"

"Of course. Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yes. What are my options?"

"Today, your options are either a strawberry tart with clotted cream or a peach parfait."

"May I have the tart? And some tea, too, please."

Sebastian laughed, "It'll be up shortly."

"What is so funny?"

"You look just like your father, but you act so differently from your parents. They demanded everything. You ask like everything is a treat."

"Well, I realize that I may not own the world forever." She huffed. "My father obviously didn't."

Sebastian was still laughing as he exited the room. Amelia smirked and threw a pillow at the back of Sebastian's head, which he caught and tossed back to her. "That arm is getting impressive, young mistress."

"You always know how to make me smile, Sebastian. Even in the mornings."

"If I couldn't do at least that much, what kind of butler would I be?"

"A very dull one, at least."

With that, she was left alone for the moment. Amelia flopped back in the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was pretty for a ceiling. The plaster was laid so that it looks like alabaster flowers and vines creep across the ceiling. Every now and again there was a swirl in the pattern that reminded Amelia of white clouds.

"Your breakfast, young Mistress."

"Thank you, Sebastian. Oh. Can we paint the ceiling some day? White is so boring. It isn't flattering to the vines at all."

"Vines?"

"The ones on the ceiling. Don't act like you didn't notice. You know everything about this house." Amelia sat up and Sebastian placed her breakfast tray in her lap. "Ooh, smells like Oolong."

"Made exactly as you prefer it."

"You devilish butler, you." She sang in delight.

Sebastian smirked, "You have no idea. Shall I ready the automobile while you eat?"

"Yes. I won't be long."

"Nor will I."

Sebastian halted the vehicle in front of the manor and kicked back until he was called. Amelia didn't care too much for being waited on. She perceived it as being rushed. Ah, he remembered when he finally annoyed her enough that she sent him away, thus starting the routine.

"Sebastian," she whined, "why are you just standing there?"

"I'm just waiting for young mistress to finish so I can get her dressed."

"Well, it feels like you're rushing me."

"I'm not, I assure you. Take your time." Then he made a mistake. He checked his pocket watch.

"Stop rushing me!" She exclaimed, "I'll make the meeting. Just go away until I call you. Play in the chimney or something."

He bowed and left her to her devices then. When she was irritated was the closest she came to ordering him around, and even then she gave him a choice, kind of. It took him a while to get used to treating requests as orders. Even more so to having a choice. When Ciel wanted something, Sebastian was commanded and that was it. Of course, sometimes Sebastian had to give Ciel grief because he was just too much fun to rile up.

Now that he thought of it, he had no idea how he got to be so playful with the young Phantomhive mistress. When she was old enough to joke around and make witty comments, he guessed. She just loved playing around. Oh, look at that. His mistress is calling. It took her long enough. She usually devours her food.

Sebastian stopped dead in his tracks at the door and bit his tongue to keep quiet. That did nothing for the smirk that was ever-present, but he couldn't help it. This was just too cute.

Amelia had tried to dress herself. She was in her slip already and had no issue with sliding that over her head. Her corset is what made him almost laugh. It was upside down and the laces were each on a side. She had tried to lace it on her own and turn it around.

"Stop laughing and help me." She pleaded.

"I'm not laughing." Sebastian said seriously.

"I know you almost as well as I know myself. Please help?"

With a tug and a swipe, Sebastian had stripped her ribcage of the silk vice. She turned her back to him and he wrapped the corset around her correctly, then laced the back properly. He held her hand as she stepped into her dress and fastened her buttons, then helped her into her shoes.

"It's so embarrassing that I can't even get into my own clothing."

"If you could, I'm not doing my job correctly."

"I feel like a doll."

"You're as pretty as one, too. Honestly, you must accept one of the young men that have come to ask your hand."

"They're disgusting!" she exclaimed passionately. "Honestly, how could you say that? They want my business, not my company." She played with words.

Sebastian smiled innocently, "You mean you don't wish to spend the days smiling and petting a cat?"

The effect of the glare she shot him was ruined with her own smirk at their age-old banter. "Perhaps I do allow you too much freedom," she teased.

"A privilege I accept responsibly." Sebastian put his hand to his chest and bowed.

"Responsibly, I'm sure. So, are we leaving?"

"We could chat here all day if you would prefer."

Amelia turned and headed toward the front of the house, where Sebastian surely left the carriage.

"Young mistress?" Sebastian called from behind her. She turned around, and there he was two steps away, holding up the choker she wore when she went out. She hadn't even heard him move.

"Oh."

"Indeed." He replied and equipped her with the jewellery.

"Let's go." She sighed and led the way, yet again. "I'm so helpless."

"Of course not. You have me, and I'm all the help you'll ever need."

"You are, after all, one hell of a butler."

"I couldn't have said it better myself."

"Don't you, though?"

He held his finger to his lips and winked, as if imparting some special secret. The closet was opened and they each wrapped up in their coats, then left the manor. The door was opened for her, and she slid into the passenger seat. Sebastian then took his place in the driver's seat.

"Well, then." Amelia commented, "Onward!"

The pet shop was a dusty old room stacked high with cages on the walls. Just enough light filtered in to see in the corners. The rest of the room was rather empty so the animals could be brought out one at a time. Amelia suddenly squeaked- no, wait, that was a sneeze.

"Bless you," Sebastian said pleasantly. He held back a scoff.

"You're welcome." Amelia replied dryly. Honestly, she couldn't tolerate those expressions. Old supersticion, that's all it was.

"Witty as always. Do you know what you want?" Somehow, Sebastian had managed to already have a kitten in his arms. He pinched its paws gleefully, looking as if Christmas had come early.

"A pet." She smirked.

"Ah, young lady!" an old shop keep greeted her from the front counter. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to look at?"

Amelia shrugged, "I'll just look around, thank you. You'll be summoned when I need you." She started her rounds and couldn't help but aw at every animal. She stuck her fingers in a few cages to scratch or touch a few snakes, cats, and a dog. One snake flicked its tongue at her finger and wrapped its tail around her pinky. "Let go." She told it calmly, and removed her finger from the cage after the snake had released her finger.

Sebastian was absent-mindedly stroking the Persian kitten while he discussed payment with the clerk, turning his head occasionally to make sure Amelia hadn't been bitten.

Amelia gasped loudly when she got to a pure white puppy with thick fur. It was curled up sleeping before she arrived, but stretched and stood to stare at her, then bark in her face. "Sir, could you take this one out?"

The old man looked visibly relieved as he hobbled over to Amelia with a ring of keys. "Ah, you want the Pyrenean Mountain dog, eh? Wonderful choice. They're very friendly to children and other animals. You won't find a more loyal dog. Or a much larger one, at that."

"He's tiny!" Amelia reached in and held him to her chest.

"Yes, well, he'll grow, child. He'll get to be about as tall as you are right now."

"Will he always be this fluffy?" she questioned from the floor. She was playing with the puppy enthusiastically, letting him tackle her and pushing him around. He was just so cute! The pup crawled up into her lap, laid its head down, and nibbled her fingers.

"They just get fluffier." He shook his head, "My aunt had one and could never get the fur from the rugs."

Sebastian's face was impassive. Yet again, he would have to put up with a dog. He sighed. He really, really didn't like dogs. Wasn't Amelia a cat person, anyway?

Amelia looked hopefully at Sebastian, "He's so warm. And he'll get big, so if you aren't around, he can keep me safe!" Her eyes were big and smile, tentative. She knew Sebastian wasn't a fan of dogs, but who could pass this one up? He was so mellow! He was still laying in her lap.

"My Lady, you should do whatever will make you happy." Sebastian sighed inwardly. Of course he couldn't say no, even if he wasn't bound to her. Couldn't there have been a "no dogs" clause in her father's contract?

The puppy raised its head and made a small noise, not quite a bark and wagged its tail, looking at Sebastian. It ran over and jumped up, its paws on his shin. Sebastian stepped back and the dog was back on the floor. He examined his trousers for dirt.

When Amelia stood up and made her way to the counter to pay, the crate closest to the register rattled. The shop keep looked over, then away very quickly and hustled to the register. Coming from the crate was a loud, angry growl broken only by hisses and snarls. Amelia looked over at the crate while the shop keep rang up the Pyrenean.

"Please be sure to ring up the Persian cat as well. What is that over there?"

Sebastian blinked in surprise, then looked at the cat in his arms.

"It's for you, Sebastian." She smiled.

"The angry box?" the shop keep pointed, "In that crate is the meanest cat I have ever had the displeasure of holding. Someone brought him in two months ago with pedigree papers, claiming that they couldn't care for it anymore. It was free. Now I see why."

"Why do you say he's mean?"

"Can't you hear? He hisses at everyone who even looks at him. I can barely give him food, and he has attacked every customer that wanted to play with him."

"Maybe he is just scared. Can you bring him out for me?"

"If I go near that cat one more time today, he'll tear away my face."

"Well, then, may I have the keys and fetch him myself? I'm curious now."

"Miss, that cat will tear you asunder. I was going to get rid of him later."

"I'll be fine." She stated and snatched the keys from a peg.

"Young mistress, it might not be a good idea to try yourself. May I?"

"Sure, if you like." Amelia tossed the keys to Sebastian and took the Persian from his arms. As Sebastian got closer and closer to the cage, its hisses got more aggressive and it even charged the front of the cage to attack Sebastian. Its paw stuck out between bars batting at Sebastian. Every time his hand got within paw range, he was scratched at.

"Has a cat ever even looked at you funny?" Amelia asked amused.

"I'm telling you, young lady, that is a demon cat."

"Demon, I'm sure. I think he's just scared." She waved Sebastian over and returned the Persian to his arm, then took the keys from him. He made to follow her to the crate, but she turned, "No, stay here, please. He's scared of you. He's a cat, Sebastian. The worst that can happen is that he'll scratch me. I won't die from a cat scratch."

He smirked and bowed, hand to his chest. "As you wish."

"Young man, are you really going to let that little girl try to pick up that cat?"

"She is determined. There is nothing I can do but wait."

The man crept behind Sebastian and watched as Amelia approached. The cat growled lowly, but didn't have near the fit it did when Sebastian came near.

"Oh, don't be so silly," Amelia chided the cat, "you know I won't hurt you."

The cat meowed twice, but stopped growling. She put her fingers in the cage for a few moments, then removed them and opened the door. The cat strolled to the front of the cage and put its front paws on Amelia's shoulder and sunk its claws in for stability. It's hind legs walked forward as she stepped back, and in a few short movements, the cat was in her arms trying to decide whether or not it was comfortable. She raised a hand to its head and scratched the cat behind the ears, and it was butter in her arms. He purred and rubbed his head against her hand vigorously while she cooed to it.

"He's older than I thought he would be. He's beautiful," she said cutely. "Does he have a name?"

"The owners before called him Abaddon."

Sebastian snickered, but held his tongue.

"What is so funny?"

"I knew an Abaddon." Sebastian commented dismissively. So quickly, he has gone back to casual indifference.

"I'm sure he was as sweet as my new kitty." Amelia stroked the cat lazily now. "All right, so I want Abaddon, Sebastian's Persian, and the Pyrenean. " The puppy yipped from her ankles. "That's right, I haven't forgotten about you."

The clerk stared at her, still hiding behind Sebastian.

"Is something wrong?"

"Can you talk to animals?" He asked bluntly, circling wide around the cat to get to the register. Sebastian took his place behind Amelia, also somewhat curious as to how she got the cat to like her, when it's the only one that had never taken to him.

"Of course not, but it isn't hard to know what they think by looking at them. They're just as easy to read as people. Oh! Relax, Abaddon. Sebastian won't hurt you anymore than I will."

The cat growled a quiet disagreement.

"Oh, honestly. You'll see. Make room so Sebastian can pay for you to come home with me." Amelia shuffled the cat to a single arm and relieved Sebastian of his Persian, which she held in the other. Both rubbed their heads into her neck, sniffed each other, and continued with displays of affection to Amelia.

"Well, I'll be damned." The clerk stammered.

Sebastian chuckled to himself and paid the amount on the receipt handed to him. "Isn't this a little low for two cats and a dog?"

"Take Abaddon for free. Please, my life will be much better without him. I'm almost tempted to pay you for him."

"No, keep your money. It was a pleasure doing business with you." She handed the keys back to the keep.

"Likewise, young lady."

"I quite enjoyed the scenic route home." Amelia smiled, "I didn't realize that there was a part of London that looked like that."

"Yes, I thought you might be interested." Sebastian stroked the cat purring happily in his lap.

"I see right through you."

"I'm sure." He smiled. He had wanted to spend more time petting his new kitten.

"Don't look so innocent. I'll probably need your help with training the dog."

"What are you going to name him?" He barely managed to keep his shoulders from slouching.

Amelia looked at the pup and hummed in thought. "I think he looks like an Alistair. What do you think?" she asked the puppy, "Is Alistair a good name?" Alistair licked her skirt and waggled his tail. "What about your kitten?"

"I believe I shall name her Lilith."

"How pretty. A beautiful name for beautiful women and a beautiful cat." Lilith purred even louder, "See? She likes the name."

"I think she just likes you. Young mistress, it does seem like you can really talk to animals."

"Absurd. All you have to do is make your meaning clear in the way you talk and move. They're not as clueless to emotion as people think. Though, for some reason, rabbits don't like me. I don't understand rabbits." She mused. "You're a very good driver for only doing so the second time."

"It isn't hard to figure out." He shrugged. He exited the automobile at the front of the house and opened the door for her, yet again. "It is modern times, after all. It is fitting of a Phantomhive to be transported in the newest of technology."

"Is that your trained answer?" Amelia teased. She took his hand and stepped from the car, Abaddon and Alistair following close on her heels.

"Does it bore you?" he countered with a new question.

"Yes. There isn't a single answer for everything."

"Only several things."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Ever evasive, you are, Sebastian. It's a wonder I know anything about you."

Sebastian bowed with a hand to his chest, "I try."

She smirked, "I know you do. Could you please take care of the animals? I'm in the mood for a walk."

"Shall I join you when I'm finished?"

"No, let me be alone."

"Have I upset you, my lady?"

"No. I just want to explore a little bit. I'll call you if I need you." Sebastian bowed and took the cats and dog inside. Abaddon tried to follow Amelia, but she pointed him in the direction of Sebastian. He looked at her incredulously but followed, grumbling quietly in his chest. She chuckled. Abaddon really did not like Sebastian.

Amelia walked around the back courtyard for a short while with her hands at her side, staying in view of her manor. She bent down occasionally to pick up and examine a bug or a plant she had never seen before. A lone violet in the earth slouched just slightly and Amelia realized it was due for water today. The violet was a plant that no one but she was to touch. It was her plant. She found it one day when Sebastian was working in the yard and claimed it as hers before Sebastian could move it. It was stray and all she could guess was that a seed blew in and landed right there.

Shortly, she got bored of the yard she sees every day from her study and wandered to the woods. It took her a whole two hours to make it four miles in because she had to stop frequently to examine a salamander or ivy. She remembered the first time she went on a long walk and found a patch of poison ivy and rolled in it like there was no tomorrow. When Sebastian found her for dinner, he sighed and explained what was more than likely to happen. Sure enough, she broke out in rashes everywhere she touched the ivy and Sebastian followed her even more closely than usual to be sure she wouldn't scratch and spread it further. She smiled to herself at the memory.

"Are you the new Phantomhive I keep hearing about?" a cold, bored voice came from the lowest branch of a tree behind her.

"Who are you?" she turned around.

"My name is William T. Spears." He greeted and pushed his glasses up.

She took in his suit, ledger, and neat black hair for a moment. "Do I owe you something? Did I forget to pay you?"

"No, I'm not here to collect any money." He closed his little book and tucked it away into his pocket. "I knew your father."

"Oh? What did he look like?" she challenged. There was something about a man in her woods that was suspicious.

William pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course she would be suspicious. "He looked a lot like you, actually, but bore an eye patch and his hair was straight. I guess he was a little taller at this age, as well."

"And what was he like?"

"Earl Phantomhive was a spoiled brat that got a sick satisfaction out of playing games with people's minds. He was ruthless and would do anything it took get what he wanted. Even sell his soul to a demon."

"You have answered wrong! My father was kind and generous and had a weakness for forgiving anyone that had done him wrong. He wanted nothing more than to be with his wife and myself."

"You are grossly misinformed, young lady. Ciel Phantomhive was a ruthless dog on the hunt to the bone."

Amelia smiled. So he did know her father, then. "Ah, pleased to meet you," she stuck her hand out to shake. "How may I help you? Oh, why don't you walk with me?"

They continued deeper into the woods. While William was chattering on about being there on official business, she turned her head over her shoulder and saw nothing. How odd, she could have sworn she heard something.

"I figured it would be good of me to come here and inform you that your father has done things that have repercussions."

"Who hasn't?"

"Yes, well, they may come back to damage you. He has many enemies because of his work for the queen, not to mention his station. And you don't know everything about your butler."

"He served my father to the end. I know he is loyal. That's all I need to know."

"Sebastian Michaelis is dangerous."

"Do you think I don't know that? He has been more than just my butler, but my body guard as well. He told me he has killed for my father, and he'd do the same for me."

"It does not unnerve you that he can take life so easily?" William asked surprised. Though, he realized then he shouldn't be. Amelia was a Phantomhive, and she knew Sebastian her whole life.

"Sebastian raised me. If he wanted to kill me, he probably would have done so by now. People have come to kidnap me when I was little, and he made them leave by himself. To this day, I haven't been harmed. I realize he is dangerous, but I trust him with my life."

"He may be after more than your life."

Amelia sighed, "I'm not worried about Sebastian. Your warnings are useless to me."

"You don't even know-" he was cut off by Sebastian.

"Oh, young mistress. Here you are. Your dinner is ready. We'll have to hurry if you don't want it to get cold. Oh, hello, William." Sebastian smiled warmly, "It's good to see you well. I apologize for not inviting you in, but we were not expecting guests."

"If you could do the world a favour and go back to your hole? Goodbye, Miss Phantomhive. I have too much work to do as it is, and if I were to take more overtime today, there would have to be 36 hours to a day."

"It was nice talking to you."

Sebastian bent down for her to wrap her arms around his neck, then lifted her. "Good day, William." William blinked, and Sebastian and Amelia were gone, presumably half way back to the manor. He shook his head. How could Amelia really not know that Sebastian is a demon?

Hey, sorry to bother you again. It's been brought to my attention that people are tired of OC fics. I can understand that. I usually don't care for them in Hetalia. However, I shall not stop writing until my well runs dry. Besides, if you don't like OC fics, then why would you read one that is obviously an OC fic? You're not being bombarded if you have the choice to clicky the link. Anyway, I appreciate my beautiful readers and the criticism of my writing style. More is coming soon.

Anyone else like pilots?