Author's note: To the unaware audiences, please be noted that in Japanese culture, demons aren't the nonreligious people who have fallen into the depths of eternal sin. In Japanese culture, "oni", which translates to "demon", is a person who simply has super speed, super strength, super intelligence, and all that. They are not necessarily nonreligious, so please do not confuse yourselves and think I am such a wicked person to write about them.

For the unaware audiences and for those who haven't read/seen any Kuroshitsuji before, please note that Claude and Sebastian are these so-called demons in the form of a human.

To the aware audiences and to those who have read/seen Kuroshitsuji before, the explanations about the contract will come much, much later.

ANYWAYS, PLEASE RATE AND REVIEW!

The stranger carried his suitcase as if it was his lifeline, his grip silent but strong and firm. He was just coming down with Alois to the cellar, who was holding a candle. The boy looked delighted and thrilled, and his waltz-like footsteps down the stairs clearly showed that. The stranger somehow neglected to notice the young boy's eyes darting lustfully to his trunk, or pretended not to be aware.

They walked through rows and rows of tea boxes, jars, bowls, decanters – all things a cellar was expected to have. Old and new dust alike clouded the already murky area, and the monotony was very unattractive. After an eternity, the stranger stopped in front of a particular row. "That's it," he said, pointing to a small box of tea. It was labeled "New Moon Drop".

"Isn't it just tea?" The youngster asked him in an innocent voice to mask his knowledge, reaching out his gloved hand to obtain the stranger's current object of interest.

"Not quite. This is New Moon Drop. It's famous for its counter pole. The leaves are picked during a full moon, giving it a sweet scent….and an abysmal darkness." He reached out to get it, with a new force and hunger for it that Alois thought belonged to a different person.

"Not yet," Alois turned around, the little box away from the impatient stranger's grasp. "Don't worry….I'll show you. But first," he intoned in a slightly amused voice.

"First," a familiar voice continued for him, "Show my master what's in your trunk." It was a statement, the stranger thought, that didn't say everything the Trancy butler wanted to, but the yet-to-be told was already counted as unspoken.

Alois received a mental telegram coming from his butler. It was another of Claude's supernatural powers. No matter how far apart the master and butler may be, the butler (who is obviously not human) will be able to pick up thoughts from Alois' brain. This allowed Claude to comprehend exactly what his master wants, where his master currently is (if lost), and precisely what his master is currently thinking. Though Alois cannot do the same for his butler, he did find Claude's ability handy.

A deadly slice through the thick, motionless atmosphere was heard. A flash of gold could be seen, and a spilt-second later, the stranger's hat and his obscuring collar were forcibly torn away by Claude's – or the Trancy's – golden knives. Alois didn't think it queer for his butler to use utensils as weapons – he was already used to it. And besides, forks and knives were the only things in the world that a butler wouldn't be suspected should he be carrying it. Alois found it becoming for a butler to use dining utensils as weapons. He decided there was a fine end to it.

Alois surveyed the now revealed stranger. The front section of his coat was forcibly torn, but he wasn't bleeding. He had hair that was black as a raven's and eyes that were red – that kind of red you saw in letter seals.

There was no need for explanation. Alois knew exactly why Claude would interrupt them. "Master, there is a reason that that stranger so desires that tea box. Though it contains very exquisite and mysterious tea leaves, there is something that he mustn't obtain…an azure ring."

"Did you hear me?" Claude said, more persistently, preparing a new load of golden knives to throw. "Sebastian Michaelis!" The spider butler aimed. When the knives were in mid-air, Sebastian stripped off his coat and threw it to the knives. Taking advantage of Claude's inability to see (or his charade), and the intense air of the situation, he took the box from the slightly surprised youngster's hands with a quickness that couldn't be detected with the human eye. Alois was annoyed, but recovered in an instant, as usual. Sebastian then ran off, slipping after Claude and started off towards the cellar's exit.

"A promise is a promise!" Alois yelled to the escaping stranger who was running up the stairs, "Don't run away from me! Catch him, Claude! He has what we want!"

"Claude…you'll catch him for me, won't you?" the blonde boy thought, hoping that Claude would pick it up. He always did. "If he gets that box….Ciel…Ciel Phantomhive may wake up."

"Certainly, master," Claude returned the mental telegram, assuring Alois Trancy.

As his butler started to give chase, Alois followed at a slower pace.

The two men were now at the kitchen. When Sebastian reached a dead end, Claude shot a couple of knives at him as he put the trunk behind him to protect it. Sebastian suffered the blow, as he's now bleeding, but it seemed to be nothing to him. He didn't move from his position until Claude threw another stock of knives at him, forcing him to run. And run he did. The suitcase began wobbling, and it continued on until the locks were loosened. Sebastian stumbled towards the wall and the suitcase lay shamelessly open, revealing something that wasn't supposed to be seen by the eyes of his current patrons.

Claude Faustus didn't move from his position. When Alois walked closer, a new, different glow in his sapphire eyes was ignited. It wasn't the glow of insanity, but it was the glow of joy – perhaps excitement – a reunion with something long-lost. He took in the sight before him, his gloved hands in mid-air as if he was already touching the contents. The greed couldn't be hidden.

"Ciel Phantomhive!" he took in a sharp breath, his voice a bit higher due to his elation and his eyes growing wider and wider, "I've finally found you!"

An unconscious body of a young boy lay in the trunk, horribly bent and curled up to fit in the meager space. His skin was so smooth and pale, and his hair was a heterogeneous blend of dark-blue and black. He was definitely shorter and smaller than Alois, and the unconscious Ciel looked so defenseless in his current position.

Sebastian put his hands protectively around the young boy's unconscious body, as if to shield him from Alois' greed. After a few squirms he was able to lock the suitcase again. "I don't think so. I would never ever let selfish vermin like you stain the sweet flavor of his soul. You, who care about nothing but himself, shall never be able to touch him."

Alois was taken aback by the insult for a good while. Sebastian removed the knives from his chest, drawing some blood. He removed them as if they were nothing. Even if Alois didn't know about Sebastian Michaelis' not-so-human existence (he knew), it wouldn't take really very long for him to figure out that Sebastian was also a demon like Claude – in human form, that is.

Sebastian took the foreign utensils in his hands, and aimed it to Alois. The young boy's eyes widened at the sight, but when Claude sharply caught it to prevent an untimely demise, Alois smiled a smile of relief. A relief that he was saved by a horrid and untimely demise, mind you – he obviously couldn't smile when he realized that the situation was getting harder and harder for them. Sebastian has escaped.

Sebastian was already making his way through the mansion's main hall, and was gliding through the banisters for a guaranteed faster escape to the main door.

Yes, Sebastian was a fast runner, demon or not. He was intelligent too – he had to be, because he served such a noble-born master.

Sebastian's boots, still slightly damp and dirty from the earlier storm he had emerged from, was already staining the golden banisters. Claude's butler dress-shoes were perfectly clean, and he used this as an advantage to criticize Sebastian.

"You call yourself a butler," Claude began, soon beginning to slide down the banisters too, "Yet you stain the perfectly-polished banisters. What is this hypocrisy, Sebastian Michaelis?"

Sebastian had already reached the end of the stairs as Claude was only at the middle. Sebastian jumped and climbed up the gigantic crystal chandeliers that lit the whole hall with such generosity and efficiency. With a diabolical smirk on his face, he stood on a stand-able area of the delicate chandeliers, he said, "What do you mean? I'm simply one-" but he put a finger to his curled lips to interrupt himself. "No, it's still too early for that," he whispered mischievously.

When Claude's feet were already on the floor, Sebastian continued on. "Day into night, sugar into salt, living to dead, and sliver into gold, that's what you said makes a Trancy butler."

Alois arrived. The diabolical smile widening on Sebastian Michaelis' smile when he saw the youngster nearby, he continued. "Then I shall change that pure gold…..to black."

Then there was nothing but black.