It's a chilly yet sunny day. The streets of England were crowded with people with different kinds of interest on their mind. Of course, the figure in the grey-colour overcoat as well. As people shifted in and out of each store, he skilledly blended in with one group of people who were heading in to the video game store. Casual and relaxed, he disappeared into one of the few quiet and empty corners, his index finger tracing along the backs of game casings. Pretending to be looking, he was actually using the large mirror that overhangs the racks to quickly scan the room for possible witnesses before hiding the game in his large overcoat in one swift motion. Feeling the hardness of the case against his body, the boy smirk in victory and pushed down on his hat. Then he was gone.

Fifteen minutes later-

"Shit!"

The mysterious person free threw himself onto the bed while he cursed loudly in frustration, clutching the game in hand. He did not just steal the wrong game! After he went into his rented apartment and checked his accomplishment, he realised that he accidentally stole the wrong one! Probably some clumsy customers just decided to slip this random game into the popular section of Zombie Revolution II! Throwing his hat carelessly into one of the corners of his small apartment, he slowly shrugged himself out of his overcoat revealing the plain white button-up shirt underneath, matching with loose black jeans that hug his slim figure comfortably. Strands of dark hair fell freely around his face. Sunshine of October that went through the chilly window hit his face causing him to grimace before his eyes adjust to the brightness. Azure eyes travelled aimlessly for a second before returning to the article in his hands.

Alois will probably laugh at me forever now…sigh…maybe I can trick him into buying this disappointing piece of computer game that failed to show up at the right spot- If I figure out what it is first.

Still clutching the computer game, he glanced at the plain black cover curiously. The casing did not have a single world or picture on it.

A good way of tricking customers into thinking this game might be even more mysterious than it may be. The tedious cover strategy will not work for me but probably for Alois. Maybe I will make good money from selling it.

The boy opened up the casing without a name, revealing a disc coated in black. A small print sat on the bottom of the disc. The print was so small that the boy had to squint his eyes to get a clear reading of it. Holding it closer to his face, he finally made out the almost invisible letters on the black-theme disc.

Kuro…shitsuji? Doesn't that mean black butler in Japanese?

Remembering his Japanese classes from school, the boy couldn't help but shudder at the memory of it…of that stoic, almost monstrous being that torture them continuous with monotonic speech and extremely complicated matters of Japanese history and social development through each century. The boy felt sweat drops forming on his head so he decide to best stop thinking before he went into the extremely-sulky mode of his and really came to mourn about how unfortunate and miserable his life was.

Shaking his head at his miserable school life, he proceeded to pull together the heavy curtains so the room is a complete darkness except for the light emitted from the computer. Unlike his friend Alois, who would go berserk if he was placed in a dark room, he felt quite the opposite. He could be totally fine without the existence of light. Fewer bills to pay. He smiled at the thought as he slipped the disc into his computer in one fluid motion.

His computer glowed brightly still. Nothing happened.

Slightly disappointed from the lack of action, he moved the cursor over to the My Computer icon and was about to double click when his screen suddenly lost its power. The boy suddenly found himself literally blind as his one and only light source died. He was enveloped by total darkness.

What the-?

He blinked to adjust to the sudden change in the room and heard his computer restarting, and this time instead of going to desktop it skipped straight to the game.

Ignoring this abnormal procedure, the boy barely shrugged as he paid all of his attention at the fascinating setup of the game.

Beautiful scripts of ancient languages that he had never seen before appeared here and there over the faint grey background. They overlapped and overwrite each other as the screen was filled with more and more of this bizarre yet enigmatic language.

The screen was a bright glow now as the ancient scripts filled every corner. Slowly the bright screen dimmed, leaving only some parts bright, and soon those parts too, edges darken, revealing a template of rules imprinted in the centre. Under the block there were a neat line of acknowledgement of rules, which required the boy to enter his name in the blank spot reserved for him. An square "OK" button followed the acknowledgement.

Quickly skimmed over the rules, the boy was deeply puzzled. What does it mean by "The existence of the game must be kept confidential" if they are selling it to everyone? That wouldn't make sense. Alerted, the boy cautiously disconnected the cable that delivered Internet to his computer. Good-bye internet spammers slash hackers, if this is only a hoax you ain't going nowhere. As a hacker himself the boy understood the concept perfectly. Even if the game was a virus he could decipher it and soon put it to his use. It should come in handy.

His lips curled up with confidence, and then entered his name.

Ciel Phantomhive

Then he pressed "OK".

The rules and acknowledgement blinked, and quickly faded into the grey background. About one second later the background became black resulting in even dimmer lighting. A single red slash blinked brightly in the top left corner. Ciel frowned ad slowly ran through his dark hair with his pale fingers.

How typical. I don't see how this is a game at all. Was I supposed to enter some special coding to this software like game? Stared at the only thing that indicates that the game was running. Ciel sighed in disappointment and was about to turn away from his computer when something moving caught the corner of his eye. He spun around quickly and took in one sharp breath as a strong reeking scent invaded his brain.

What was reflected in his widen eyes were the dark hue of blood. Beads of blood slowly oozing out of the edges of his screen, and soon trickling down in a horror-like fashion. The foul smell abused his nose and he felt his stomach heaving, acidic contents threatening to be let out. Ciel bent over and covered up his mouth in attempt to stop. Dizziness attacked his head and bright stars were all that he could see that swam in his version. He took a moment to stable himself as his respiration slowed down and looked up to the screen again.

The screen look as normal as it ever will be and the foul smelling blood he saw trickling down a second was nowhere to be seen; nothing but a trick of his own mind.

The boy tightened his jaw to ease a bout of headache that is now blooming in the back of his head; he placed his index finger on his temple to massage it in slow circular motion. A look of bewilderment was displayed on his face when he saw what was happening on his screen.

A script of handwriting was rolling out on the screen.

Good day to you, Ciel Phantomhive. A beautiful handwriting wrote out, somehow releasing a creep down Ciel's spine. Ciel was sure he had seen that handwriting before, but no matter how hard he tried to recollect from his mind he couldn't retract any memories. Damn my amnesia, Ciel hissed silently under his breath, the headache still had an overwhelming effect that limited his brainwork.

He began to type back, hastily.

I have two questions that I have to ask you. First, what is this game? Second, who programmed you?

The computer hummed into silence for a moment before the previous conversation disappeared and another row of handwriting rolled out to replace its spot.

To answer your questions, allow me introduce you to this game. To be simple, in every game that random humans received by occasion resided a demon, which was I. We were separately banished to a limbo world for eternity, the only price we have to pay in order to be released is to bound ourselves with a contract to a host, which in your case- a human. You have the power to help me. Ciel Phantomhive.

What?

Ciel scanned the response before tying again.

What makes you think I will believe a programmed robot like you?

Ciel swore he heard a dark chuckle coming from the darkness behind him.

I am all but a robot. Form a contact with me and I shall prove it to you. In return I will grand you what every mankind ever in existence desire the most. Power.

Wow. This game is so lame. Ciel thought to himself and decided to play along.

Right. Power. Why do I need that?

The screen remained stationary for a second. Ciel allowed his mind to swam in between the calculated possibilities of the robot bringing up some matter pertaining to dark magic and zombies… one of those two. He assumed. Oh wait, he might grant me the power to conquer the world. He thought sarcastically.

For example, finding out about your unknown past?

Ciel felt his heart skipped a beat then accelerated. His ear rang.

How do you-

Remember. I am a demon. I know not only your past but also everything about you than you will ever know.

Ciel snorted. But somehow he knew his curiosity and anticipation were multiplying inside him and his inner-self was clinging onto every word the demon said.

Don't be ridiculous.

So you would rather leave your past in the dust and be forgotten forever? This is your only opportunity to accomplish what has always been your dream, achieve the impossible, and to recollect that abandoned memories of yours.

The slash blinked. For a moment Ciel is at a loss of words. The computer's, no, the demon's response pushed him into another thinking-like trance. He thought about the thousand times when a school paper was received and he always, always stared blankly at the spot where his parents' signature should have been. When had he stopped the insane desire to learn about the 12 years that slipped by his fingers? He had been living a cold and empty life, all there was left from the past was his name that did not in any way help him to retrace the lost memories. Not knowing the frozen past had pained him; caused him insecurities and inconveniences in life. Though he was living fine, but the need to know about his past had never ceased. And it never will. Deformed dreams and happy dreams haunted him and mocked his ignorance. His research never went anywhere; his past remained unknown and no records of his family name existed at the city hall, or anywhere on this world. It was as if his parents had evaporated and neglected their duty as guardians long ago. Had they abandoned him? Were they deceased? Had he any siblings? All these remain unknown.

And here in front of him, was his chance to uncover the past that he had never the knowledge of.

Ciel gulped. He did want it. Very bad.

Hesitated, he entered his question.

So… All I have to do is to make a contract with you?

Yes.

What will the terms be? What if this is nothing but a trick to deceive me?

See for yourself, was the demon's answer. The contract between us does not have to be permanent. It can be temporary to your liking.

'Temporary'?

I will offer you thirty days of free service under a temporary contract between you and I. I will explain the matter in details to after the contract is formed. It just makes things easier.

…Are you not afraid that I will call off the contract once I satisfied my needs and wants?

You won't.

Raised an eyebrow, Ciel typed.

I beg your pardon?

Feeble humans like you will become too dependent upon my demonic power to even think about going back to the hopeless and dreadful life that were designated for weak and powerless beings like them.

Scorched and offended by the demon's disdainful remark, Ciel coldly typed back, with indignation.

I won't be like that. And when the time comes I promise you that you will be very busy begging for me to not kick you back into this damned game for eternity. The irritated boy answered honestly, his imperious nature taking its toll while he was still unaware of the importance of the rules.

Do tell me your final decision.

Bring it on.

A window popped out along with a toggle sound. "Activate Kuroshitsuji 30 days free trial?"

Drawing in one deep breath, Ciel weighed the pros and cons at the last second and let his curiosity took the best of him. He moved the cursor over and clicked on "yes".

For a moment all there were was the low humming of the computer. Suddenly a piecing pain shot through his right eye and he found himself clutching onto his eye in horror. The pain was almost insufferable. As seconds past he only felt the pricking pain grew even more unbearable and the scream he had been holding in was finally let out.

"No!" he gasped and franticly searched for the exit button of the game. He felt like his eye was going to explode within seconds, if it didn't fall out of the eye socket first.

Screw the contract. He managed to muffle his next scream as another bout of pain was inflicted to his eyeball. Feeling the shape of the button, he pushed it inward harshly and felt the disc coming out of his computer, pushing at his hand. His screen went blank. Without hesitation he broke the disc in half, snatched the heavy curtain open and threw it out of his window as fall as he could. Then, as frosty air of October rushed inside and hit his face, he felt the tension in his body eased and the pain on his eyeball ceased to a throbbing numbness. Overcame by exhaustion, his vision soon blurred and drifted into darkness.

"No Alois you are NOT spending the night at my house!" Ciel rejected his friend's request as coldly as he could. The blond beside him, who was currently riding his bike at an extremely slow rate to adjust to Ciel's walking pace, whined.

"But we are going to have so much FUN together!" the blond hair boy exclaimed, clearly not ready to give up.

Ciel rolled his eyes.

"I-I will even cook for you! Trust me I can cook so much better than that ugly whore Hannah at my house." Ciel slightly winced at his friend's vulgar language before moving on.

"Nice try. Even Elizabeth won't eat the garbage you cook. Plus, I don't want to get raped at night."

"OUCH!" Alois flinched as if he had just been burned. "Is that how you treat your best friend? You know what, you are a loner. Ciel." His friend sniffed and rode on. Left with a breeze as he rode pass him, his bright red scarf that was wrapped loosely around his neck dancing in the wind.

"See you tomorrow!" he waved back energetically to the person behind him and finally disappeared around the corner.

"Ah." Ciel responded half-heartedly. His mind had been rewinding the bizarre dream that he thought had really took place that day again and again. "How ridiculous. Demons live in video games."

-flash back-

His eyes fluttered, then opened in shock when he found himself asleep in front of his computer, which was aglow for his late Japanese history essay. It was hard to tell the time because of the heavy curtains blocking out the light coming from outside. The clock read 01:23AM, so he must had fallen asleep while trying to finish his homework.

It's Sunday…right? What was I doing then before I started my essay? Memories of writings in red and the mysterious disc rushed back as he gasped in horror and reached up to his right eye. He poked at it eagerly to find that it was as normal as it ever would be. No fracture in the cornea or anything like that. Reluctantly, he searched his desk for the presence of a black casing… Nothing.

So it really had been a dream? But it was so real…

-Flashback ends-

Sigh, Ciel pushed the thought away and reached into his pocket for his key as he arrived in front of his apartment.

His body went cold when his finger brushed against something unexpected -something solid and strange and fearful. His eyes widened at what he found. Fear arise within him.

A black casing with a slip of note attached to it was presented, the handwriting nightmarishly familiar. The penetrating script made strong and powerful indents on the paper.

He wanted to scream.

"The fun had just begun." It wrote.

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Hi Everyone! I am knight-01 and I am here with a new story :-)) Dont ask me why the title of the story is so bizzare, ff does not allow the name *cries*

This story originated from one of the dreams I had last week, when I dreamt about Sebatian living in a videogame *sigh* OMGHEWASSOOOOHAWT! Oh and Ciel entered that game and lived with Sebatian happily ever after :3 It was simply a beautiful dream. I also hope Ep.8 gets better or I am seriously gonna hate Claude Dx -his weapon looks kinda gross too, ew- LOL claude looked like a villain in ep 7, carrying that huge sword like he is some kinda thug...No... just no.

There was supposed to be Claude & Alois in this story, but I am not sure anymore...Lets just wait for the new episode and see. Mmm how about a love triangle for Alois, Ciel and Seba- *killed*

Again R&R plz!