AN: As requested by RivalAdmirer I am giving this story a go so you should thank them for helping me come up with this genius idea of a story. I hope everyone likes it!

Warnings: Torture in later chapters, OC-self insert, OC centric, Eventual Slash, violence and bloodshed in later chapters, some AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, because obviously it would have been hard core yaoi if I did.

Compared to some, I had a great life.

I had a mother and sister with a dog and a cat, right there is more then some people have in the world so I suppose in some cases I was privileged. We weren't all that rich, in fact there were a lot of times when we barely had enough food in the cabinets to feed the three of us, but we survived.

Us three girls were very close, thanks to my no-good father deciding that drinking and drugs was more important then his family my mother was forced to support two children by herself. Despite that though, my mother continued to be strong and my sister always was cheerful.

I was what people called an quiet book worm, I choose electronics and fictional characters over making any real effort to speak with real humans. Not that anyone understood why I was so quiet though, they called me anti-social most of the time, which I guess was true, but really I just didn't want to bother talking unnecessarily.

Eventually my adventures on the internet revealed the world of anime and manga, one which I was easily snagged into and wasn't planning on fighting. I didn't particularly like the romance manga unless it was Yaoi, and took a particular liking toward the gory ones like Shingeki no Kojin and Tokyo Ghoul.

Then I started writing fanfiction, I had never been an amazing author but I loved writing stories about my favorite characters and people seemed to enjoy my stories so I continued. Fanfiction was the place that my imagination truly blossomed, and where my inner yaoi fangirl was allowed to break out and do as she pleased.

And boy did she enjoy herself.

Eventually though, as all normal human beings are doomed to I was soon forced to go to College.

Let me say one thing, my mom's friend lied when she said I would enjoy College more than High School. Sure the students weren't as immature and loud, but school was school, nothing could redeem it in my eyes. The fact that the classes were so much harder just added to my dislike.

After signing up for Financial-aid since my family wasn't as well off as others I reluctantly attended College, mostly because I knew I could get a good job with education under my belt and help my mother out money-wise.

It took me a very long time to finally figure out what I wanted to be, there were so many things I was interested in but eventually I ended up graduating College with a Masters in Game Design.

Three weeks after that, while pumping gas into my car I died.

No it wasn't because someone shot me, nor was it some maniac driver swerving off the road and crushing my body. In fact a cigarette was the reason I left the world after finally defeating my eternal enemy called College.

Apparently there was a gas leak somewhere across from where I was, don't ask me I was busy dying, and when someone flicked their cigarette butt into the highly flammable liquid everything went up into flames.

In theory you could say my death was on the news for everyone to see, but so was the five other peoples' who burned to death along with me.

They say the worst part about being burned to a crisp isn't the feel of the fire eating at your skin, it's the smell of your own burning flesh. And I have to say I agree with them, there's something significantly terrifying about having the knowledge that you were dying. I suppose it could be like drowning in water, no matter how much you try and fight it, if no one is there to save you in time you're left to slowly feel yourself dying.

Thankfully I eventually passed out from the pain and was blessed with death, by that point I would call death a gift. It's hard to describe how much agony I was in while on fire.

I always agreed with Dumbledore when he said 'Death is just another great adventure', unlike almost everything else in life it wasn't something humans could comprehend or eventually understand. It just was. Many people have theories, beliefs and assumptions, but can there be any real truth to where one goes when they die?

I had an odd belief that when someone died they would end up in the afterlife they had faith in. It was a way that I could stop any incoming Religious arguments that I might have accidentally gotten myself into while still being friends with that person.

Death for me was like flying, I felt weightless and free. It was like being on a cliff with your arms stretched out feeling the wind whip through your hair while not fearing you'd fall.

My recent Death was just a memory at that moment, all I cared about was just feeling and enjoying the moment.

It may have been hours, days, or years while I was in my little 'episode', I'll never know. But when I woke up next, the anime character that I looked up to the most was smiling down at me.

She grinned at me, her hair a beautiful ruby red and held a hand down to me.

I knew that I was dead by then when Uzumaki Kushina was in front of me, and with a heavy heart I slowly reached forward and put my hand in hers. Flashes of my mother and sister crossed my mind making my gut clench as I allowed myself to be pulled up to a standing position but I kept a brave face on.

Surely they would join me at some point, I was a patient person I could wait.

Kushina's attention seemed to be caught by something over my shoulder and I turned my head, curious to see what she was staring at.

If I didn't have such a good hold on my emotions I would have out right squealed and acted like a complete fool. Behind me, in all his god-like glory was Namikaze Minato with a smile that made the fan-girl inside of me fall into a dead faint.

I didn't really question the fact that they were here, this was apparently my version of heaven so I wouldn't be surprised if it was teeming with fictional characters.

Minato stopped a few feet away from me and lifted a hand up making me still as it hovered just inches away from my fore-head. "Best of luck Amanda." He said in a smooth tenor, I blinked in confusion and before I could ask what he meant his finger touched my head and my vision was suddenly full of golden light.

I was falling this time, but it wasn't as nice as rising to heaven had been. In fact I was panicking slightly, the fact that I was rapidly falling from heaven made me wonder if perhaps I had been kicked out. I wasn't a perfect person, I lied and even tried to cheat on a test a few times, was that enough of a reason to send me to Hell?

Suddenly the golden light started to fade into a pitch black and I was sent on an unexpected water slide ride except I was much to big for the slide. I was sent through twists and curves as my body was pressed on all sides until I felt like I would surely get stuck, it was confusing and I was terrified.

Then suddenly a freezing burst of air that made me tremble and start to squirm chilled my wet skin, my body was lifted by large hands and a feminine voice spoke up a few moments later.

"It's a boy Rachel, congratulations."

Confused and scared I tried to move away from the woman, starting to panic as I realized my body was suddenly so weak that I could barely even move my head. Ice cold fear shot down my spine as I realized my lack of control as the blurred image of the woman handed me to another person with ease.

What was going on? How was this possible?

I knew I died and then had been forced out of heaven by my anime crush Minato only to end up in a world full of…giants?

Dear God please don't tell me I somehow ended up in Shingeki no Koijin, I wasn't a wimp but when it came to human eating giants I wouldn't stand a chance.

"He's rather quiet Angela," A soft voice murmured from further in the room. "Is everything alright?"

"I'll have one of the nurses check just in case but it looks like he's just a quiet baby," The familiar voice of the first woman replied. "He has your eyes Rachel, they're beautiful."

I resisted the urge to scowl in confusion at their words, who were they talking about? Me? If so why were they referring to me as a he? I may lack the femininity that the regular female had, but I had never had someone confuse me with a male before.

The giant holding me started to wipe off the liquid that was covering my body with a gentle, experienced hand as she spoke; "Miss Angela is right," She commented, voice cheery. "His eyes are quite a sight, Miss Phantomhive."

Please tell me these people are just hard core cosplayers.

The woman started to give me what I realized was a check up, listening to my heart, weighing me and the such while telling 'Miss Phantomhive', I really, really hoped that these people were just huge fans of Kuroshitsuji, random information as she did so.

"Well it seems that he's a perfectly healthy baby boy," The woman murmured as she started to wrap me up tightly in a blanket. "A little on the small side but otherwise it looks like Miss Angela is right, your son is just a thinker ma'am."

"I'm glad to hear that, thank you Joanna."

I liked to think I was a smart, level-headed girl, with a tendency to stay away from human contact, but this situation was more then I could comprehend. It wasn't possible right?

I couldn't have been reborn into the Kuroshitsuji universe as Rachel's son, that just wasn't possible yet all my leads led to that conclusion.

The woman carried me across with room for a few feet before stopping and lowering me down. "Here you go Miss Phantomhive, should I call your husband?"

Gentle hands grabbed my body and suddenly I was being cuddled the distinct smell of lilac and cedar wafting into my nose. "That would probably be a good idea," Rachel replied softly, her voice tired. "I'm sure he's worrying himself silly."

"As you wish My Lady."

I stared up at the woman, Rachel, holding me, trying to force my eyes to see more then a blurred face. I could see long strawberry-blonde hair but otherwise much to my frustration I couldn't make out her face very well.

"It's nice to meet you Ciel," Rachel cooed and suddenly I felt her cheek rub against mine affectionately. "I've been waiting so long."

Well, no denying it now.

I was currently in the Kuroshitsuji universe-no correct that, I was reborn in the Kuroshitsuji universe.

That was when I finally erupted into a wail, startling Rachel and making her jump in surprise.

The Hell did I do to end up here as Ciel of all things?

Life as a baby was perhaps one of the most boring moments of my life. I was basically cadged in a fancy cradle almost all of the day with nothing to do but ponder my misfortune.

I was male for one, which was a far cry different from being a male. I didn't even want to think about puberty, it was bad enough when I was female. I was used to wearing skirts, maybe dressing up a little or giggling when a particularly hot anime guy crossed my computer screen. Now I was in a society where same sex relationships was surely looked down upon, since I still liked boys even if I had turned into one, people expected me to act a certain way and eventually birth a heir.

In a way being reborn in Kuroshitsuji wasn't all that bad, heck I could have ended up in Shingeki no Koijin or Naruto, two very dangerous Manga. It was the time period that it was set in, one I had barely understood in the, future?, where girls could wear pants and go to school.

The fact that I was a noble made it so much harder, I would have to play with the nobles like Ciel did while making sure I didn't loose face, run the company and get engaged to my cousin.

Marrying Elizabeth might be changeable but the other things were impossible to get out of. I wasn't even sure I could pull off that word play that Ciel excelled at, I was no smooth talker that was for sure.

Kuroshitsuji though, did have it's dangers, ones that were far more un-human.

There were soul-eating demons for one and kidnapping cultist for another. Oh and let's not forget those zombie doll things and Shinigami.

Honestly I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do about any of those things. From what I could remember Ciel was kidnapped when he was nine, but was that really all that helpful? I was already becoming stressed about it and I had just been born, I was beginning to think knowing the future wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I had read the Manga a good few years ago when I was a teen and had watched the anime but I couldn't remember every single detail, something that I now regretted.

As time passed my vision eventually cleared and my limbs became more cooperative. I noticed as I tried to sit up for the first time that my limbs felt fragile as I tried to hold myself up. I knew though that Ciel was always a fragile, something he received from his mother, so I suppose that was what was making things slightly harder for me.

Thankfully though, since I knew how to walk I just had to learn my bodies limits. My body wasn't so weak that it hindered my re-learning process too badly, I was just able to notice it since I was so used to a healthy body.

Surprisingly Rachel was around a lot more then I thought she would be, being a noble I had imagined that a Nanny would raise me but that wasn't the case. I didn't know how but she easily juggled the two while keeping a bright smile on her face, mother magic I assumed since there wasn't any other explanation. Vincent wasn't around as much since he had to run the company, but he appeared once in a while to hold me or watch as Rachel and I played on the floor.

Being a naturally quiet person I think I scared Rachel more then I realized, I wasn't a giggling mass of cuteness as a baby. No in fact I was more like a grumpy old man with my lips titled slightly down and my eyes always set into a narrowed, thoughtful expression. It was mostly due to the fact that I tended to get lost in my thoughts often and usually forgot that most people weren't as quiet as I was.

As time passed and after a few more visits from a doctor Rachel soon realized that I was just an odd child and took in all in stride.

I tried my best to learn as fast as a normal child would, taking my time to speak and walk without stumbling. I wasn't keen to attracting more attention then I already had being the son of the Phantomhives'.

The fact that I was Ciel, the little brat in the manga never failed to make me wonder if this was perhaps just a dream. Ciel was a cold, calculating earl who turned that way because he was unmercifully tortured when he was younger. I was a quiet, slightly smart geek who was afraid of spiders.

See the difference there?

I could try to stop the inevitable, maybe make it so Rachel and Vincent lived, but I wasn't too sure how that would affect the cannon. Kuroshitsuji hadn't finished before I died so I didn't know who killed the Phantomhives or who would eventually kidnap me. For all I knew it had been the Queen, like in the anime, and I was just going to be thoughtlessly following her orders without knowing it.

Which made me wonder if I wanted to be the Queens' dog. I wasn't too keen to get rid of people for her because she couldn't do it herself, I was more independent then that.

So many things to consider.

Soon I was one year old, sitting on Rachel's lap as she gently brushed my hair while she hummed cheerfully.

I closed my eyes, silently delighting in the soothing rhythm of the brush as it ran across my head. Usually I would shy away from the touch, but something about Rachel made it impossible. Maybe it was her smile that made her blue eyes shine, or her gentle voice as she spoke, whatever it was I was completely taken in.

Not that I would ever let Rachel see that, as far as she was concerned I was just as unfeeling as I seemed.

Okay so maybe being in Kuroshisuji wasn't too bad, yet, I still wasn't going to let my guard down all the way. Rachel was lucky, but anyone else would be kept at an arms distance until I had some sort of plan sorted out.

AN: So...that wasn't too bad was it? I'm just very hesitant about this story for some strange reason, but also very excited to see how I can play with it. I hope you liked the chapter and I apologize for any mistakes. Reviews are always appreciated.