Warnings: Will contain friendship, smiles, fake smiles, deception, no major romance, slight mention of yaoi, foul language, graphic violence, and... um... mentions of pedophilia...?

Prologue-

Good and Evil... are not as finite as people think...

"Se... Sebastian!"

Black and white... have a whole spectrum of grey in between them...

"Sebastian!"

The color white... isn't always pure...

"SEBASTIAN!"

... Remember, a dove can always be a raven in disguise.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The boy was holding onto the ledge with every fiber of his being. His fingers were becoming sore, debris was falling all around him, and the cold winds were making his hands... slip. He was going to fall.

"Hah..." Sebastian was clutching his side, blood staining his gloves, soaking through the material and sticking to his fingers.
"..." The boy in front of him stared, mouth open in curiosity and eyes glowing their bright shinigami green in the dim light. The wind of the French air was blowing harshly, causing the boy's black cloak to fly behind him, giving him a more ominous look, despite his small stature. "...Your master... He's calling you..." The boy said, voice monotone and blank. He pointed behind Sebastian, his death scythe resting on his shoulder. Sebastian didn't look. His master was in danger, he knew that, but... he couldn't move...

Ciel looked down, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull when he realized how far from the ground he was. He felt like he was about to vomit. Ciel used his small amount of strength to lift his other arm up, grabbing the steel that he was hanging from to secure himself further. He hated how the myth was true...

You really could smell the delicious scent of croissants though the wind on the Eiffel Tower...

He shook his head, this... certainly wasn't a time to get hungry...

He was about to die...

The other boy lowered his pointing finger, looking at Sebastian with a blank face. "You are not going to get him?" He tilted his head to the side. "If Father was in trouble, I would have certainly helped him..." He said, lowering his eyes to the ground in thought. Sebastian clenched his teeth, pressing onto his side wound. He needed to do something. Now.

He rushed forward, swiping his leg at the shorter boys neck. The kid's eyes widened a small amount, and he backed up quickly, barely dodging the attack. Sebastian followed the kick with thrusting his elbow, wincing when his wound opened a bit more, spewing blood from his side. He bore through it, connecting the hit to the kid's temple before he could dodge again. He heard the boy wince as he stumbled to the ground, catching himself before he fully fell down. Sebastian had known that wouldn't have done much to an already dead person, but it sure did make a damn good distraction.

Sebastian darted for the edge of the tower, climbing up on the rail and jumping to the next level. His master was at the top, and he knew the Phantomhive's endurance wouldn't last long. He went the fastest he could, already knowing it wasn't fast enough...

The other boy rested his fingers on his temple, wondering what that feeling was. 'Pain...?' He thought, standing up completely and grabbing his shovel. 'That...hurt,' The small boy frowned confusedly, jumping onto the ledge, climbing up after the demon. He wasn't injured, so he was going twice as fast as the other.

"Sebas..." Ciel's fingers were becoming numb. He dared not to look down again, he was sure that the demon would come and catch him before it was too late... but he still had doubts.

...His fingers were hurting too much...

Ciel's legs dangled beneath him, anxious to find a surface to stand on. The earl's breathing was becoming harsh, his asthma coming back at the worst possible time. He was cold, and tired, and was about to give up... Where... where was Sebastian?

He was still climbing, his speed slowing as he bled out further. Sebastian knew that the tower now had a trail of his demonic blood leading straight to him, and he heard the clinging of metal below. Damn, the kid was coming after him. And fast.

"Father told me to eliminate you," The reaper said, eyes dull and dead. "He said to kill you no matter what." Sebastian kept climbing, clenching his teeth at the deceased boy's ignorance. 'I doubt your father would want my young master dead,' he thought bitterly, trying to climb faster. He was almost at the top, only two more levels to go. He heard the commotion of the humans at the bottom of the tower, screaming as they saw his master hanging from the broken steel. He looked at the young earl, seeing his struggles and fatigue. The butler made it to the top, staggering a bit as he stood. He looked down at the following shinigami, the boy was gaining on him.

The sky was a dark grey, as if it was going to rain soon. The wind was swishing through the air like blades, harsh enough to leave scratches in someone's face. The recently damaged tower was creaking in strain, obviously in need of serious repair, and Sebastian was leaking like a faucet, his blood gushing out of his side-wound, leaving his mind foggy and disorientated. He crouched, ready to take a large leap for the master. Ciel looked to his side, seeing his butler, "Sebastian!" He yelled, "I command you to save me!" The young boy was shivering, his strength leaving him almost completely. With a final groan, due to his sore muscles, he fell...

"Young Master!" Sebastian clenched his fists, ad then dived after the young lord, almost reaching the boy, almost...

Until a scythe was propelled into his back. His eyes widened as he watched his young master fall, and he coughed, blood spurting out of his mouth and into the French air. '... Not... again...' He thought, eyes drifting closed and breath stopping...

Ciel watched in horror as he saw the other boy watch the scene in indifference. He saw Sebastian body go a bit limp, his reaching arm falling, not doing its job of reaching anymore. '...Am I... going to die?' Ciel wondered, closing his eyes and feeling his body shake as he fell from the monument...

The wind around him sounded more welcome, like it wasn't a reminder that he was probably going to splat to the ground on soil that wasn't even of his home country's.

"No..." He heard an answer from a melodic voice. His eyes shot open wide as he felt himself enwrapped by a pair of arms. His sight was suddenly blinded, and all he could see was white. He didn't hear the screams of the pedestrians on the streets, nor the heavy clank of falling steel. What he heard was a soft, comforting voice, one that he thought he remembered vaguely...

"You are not going to die... Ciel." ...That was the last thing the boy heard before he had passed out from exhaustion...

The being smiled, finally able to hold the boy in his arms... after so many years... They had had finally gotten their new master...

~To Be Continued...~