He Shall Never Smile Again

Okay, I don't know what I'm going to do with this but at this very moment, I have so many things planned for it. Yes, it's going to be a long series and I have the drive to write it so my goal today is to get a lot of chapters out so I won't lose this inspiration

Also, I really didn't like how Kuroshitsuji II ended, so I'm taking it in my own hands to end it the way I wanted it to. If you guys don't like my ending, tough shit. Oh, this is a yaoi fanfic and yes, SebasxCiel will be happening so get over it. This is kinda angst, dark comedy, supernatural, and romance(?)... You know what, basically, we got a whole spectrum of genres here, just take your pick.

Well, here goes chapter one.

It's been two years since the Funtom Company went bankrupt. The owners had an overbearing amount of debts under their belts, borrowing from banks and unable to pay back the interest. They fled the company, and left two thousand workers unemployed with no insurance checks. This led a steep fall in England's economy, the Funtom Company being a key player in the flow of commerce.

Now, London is more like a shadow of its former self. People crowd the streets, beggars stopping carriages for two pence. Once prosperous businesses now only have boarded buildings to leave behind, leaving London for America, the land of opportunities. Parties are seldom being held as no noble in their right mind would want to step foot into the London that has now taken roots in England. This once thriving city of life, liquor, and pleasure is slowly going to hell.

In Buckingham Palace, the Queen solemnly sips her tea. She replaces the teacup on the saucer and sighs. Her butler, Charles Phipps, looks up at His Majesty with a blank countenance.

"Does the tea not please you, Your Majesty?" He inquired. She smiled wistfully and shook her head.

"England's tea has lost its flavor two years ago, that day when the darkness in London was replaced with an emptiness that we cannot fathom," She replied. She placed her hands on her lap and sighed once again. Charles Phipps snapped his fingers and two maids appeared behind him, both with the same blank profile as the one who called for them.

"The Queen is not pleased with this batch of tea. Order for a fresh pot at once," He ordered. The maids bowed their heads and wheeled the teacart outside of the vast drawing room. He turned back towards His Majesty and stood at attention. "May I ask permission to inquire freely, My Highness?" The Queen merely nodded her head, not even acknowledging Charles Phipps. "Is it about the boy?"

The Queen looked at him then, her eyes conveying a deep emotion that was unknown to Phipps for Charles Phipps was but a butler. Emotions did not aid in his duties so he disposed of them ever since he pledged loyalty to the Queen.

"Yes..." She answered. She looked at the black box in the far corner of the room, which acted as a stain in the pearl white environment it was in. It was such a sad color, black was. It could never be anything else but black, no color could change its nature. Black will always be black. "Is he truly gone?"

"It is impossible to say, Your Majesty. We searched the Phantomhive Mansion but it was deserted. There were no signs of any life form ever living there," Charles Phipps answered. The Queen lowered her eyes.

"If there is ever an order that I want carried out no matter what, Charles..." She began. "...it is to find Ciel Phantomhive. And his butler, Sebastian Michaelis." Charles Phipps knelt before his Queen and crossed his chest with his left arm, a figure of supreme loyalty.

"Iesu, Your Majesty."*

That annoying bell rung once again, signaling that Sebastian was needed in his master's quarters. Sebastian sighed, and stopped what he was doing. He was working on the project his Master gave him, a project of great importance and of extreme secrecy. However, because his Master deems it so, he must put everything on hold and tend to him.

Such a brat, he thought but dared not say it. Even though he did not fear his Master, he surely didn't want to offend him. Sebastian Michaelis was a smart demon, and he knew that if he were to tease his Master, he surely wouldn't get away unscathed. Or in one piece.

He walked down the corridors of the mansion, and turned left at the corner. He walked two feet down this corridor before stopping in front of a solid oak door. Sebastian could hear his Master breathing on the other side of the door, but he heard no heartbeat. He audibly sighed before knocking on the hard wood.

"Bocchan? May I enter?" He inquired. Oh, how he wanted to roll his eyes at the irony. A high-class, archdemon is bowing to such a brat, who was more human that the young master would like to admit. But, he digresses.

"Make it quick," was the order. How arrogant, Sebastian thought but he entered anyway. The young master was sitting up in his canopy bed, eying the door since Sebastian opened it. His right eye glowed purple as the Faustian Contract appeared on his retina when he sensed the demon enter his room. He huffed indifferently and shifted in his sheets.

"What is it, young master?" Sebastian asked. Ciel smiled bitterly and pointed to his open window on the other side of his bed.

"Close it," He ordered. Sebastian turned towards the window and closed it, without actually walking over and closing it physically. Ciel frowned and opened it again, never leaving his bed. Sebastian frowned deeply and sighed.

"What is the meaning of this, young master?" He asked, his patience reaching his limit but it didn't show on his face.

"Walk over and close it, dog," Ciel ordered, smiling arrogantly once again. Sebastian sucked his teeth slightly before obliging. He looked back at his Master, his red eyes burning with impatience and anger and his mouth was stretched in a taut straight line of annoyance. "How are the preparations for our little project coming along?"

"Accordingly, young master. I need only begin to spread the word and we shall be in business," Sebastian answered.

"Good," Ciel answered, getting comfortable and rolling over on his side, his back facing Sebastian. "That will be all." Sebastian bowed.

"Very good, young master," He said. As Sebastian walked over to the door, the door shut in his face, the wood clipping him slightly on the nose. He heard light giggles behind him and his fuchsia eyes glowed brightly as he turned his head to see his master eying him playfully. "Yes, my lord?"

"You forgot to close the door when you walked in," He said. "Be more mindful of your place, Sebastian." Sebastian turned towards Ciel and knelt on the floor, his left hand covering his still heart.

"Forgive my impertinence, young master," He said, the words flowing from his mouth with grace.

"Tch." Ciel sucked his teeth and rolled over again, his back facing Sebastian once more. "Don't let it happen again." Sebastian bowed his head.

"Iesu, my lord." Sebastian walked out of the room and closed the door gently, the soft click reassuring him that he was safe from his lord's teasing antics. He began to walk back the way he came, back to the servant's quarters where his room was.

He opened his door and closed it, sighing. "What a pain," Sebastian muttered under his breath. He removed his waistcoat and white gloves and laid them out gently over his unused bed and sat down in his desk chair. He unrolled the scrolls that he was working on and continued to make notes on them well into the night. Before he knew it, dawn was approaching.

Sebastian stood up once again and grabbed his waistcoat and slid it back on. He looked at his left hand and over the mark that held the contract between his master and himself. Before, that mark used to bring such satisfaction for him, reminding him of the great meal that he would receive when the agreement was completed. Now, it just made him sick, knowing that instead of great rewards, it promised the endless struggle he must now partake in.

Disgusted, he put his gloves back on and made his way out the manor, looking up at the sky. He looked over the hill that his master's mansion stood on and took in the town that was under his master's feet, the town that his master would soon control. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Almost four o' clock.

"I must complete this before the young master wakes up," He said to himself before he jumped off the cliff and down below.

So, yes, Ciel is a bit of a Sadist and Sebby is being pushed around. Kinda like Cinderella, eh? But seeing a struggling Sebastian just makes me shiver. *pervert* Anyhoo, this is just chapter one. I expect to get chapter two out today and, if I feel like it, chapter three. Please R&R and be nice. Or I'll have Grell take your soul. No bullshit, I have the hook up in the county.