Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and the characters belong to Yana Toboso

This story will have multiple chapters, so more to come :3 Don't I just love writing a depressed Ciel.

Special thanks to Aservis Roturier for betaing this! Aservis is an awesome author, go follow!

The melody of a raven's call had become one of the safest sounds for Ciel. Its sweet lullaby echoed through the night, singing away the boys sorrows with its hollow tune. He could not tell you why this raven always appeared, or why its hypnotizing hymns never failed to stop his overflowing tears. Yet he always found comfort in its powerful voice.

One starless night it perched atop the window sill, inky feathers blending well into the sky's dark canvas. The only thing distinguishing it from blending with the background was a pair of crimson eyes so deep they could hold hell itself. A soft 'cr-r-ruck' was just enough to catch the young boy's attention. Halting his tears for just a moment he took in the sight of the majestic bird.

After several moments of silence Ciel disregarded the raven, preferring to go back to his previous mourning. Before another tear had the chance to flow the raven made the most wondrous sound. Ciel had never heard anything like it before. The uneven melody entranced his mind, making him temporarily forget about why he was dressed all in black, or why he could hear the 'click' of Madame Red's heels downstairs instead of his mothers soft tapping.

The bewitching chants rang on for hours til Ciel drifted into unconsciousness, a picture of his recently late parents clutched tightly to his chest.

That was the first of many nights where the raven was there to comfort him. Even after several years passed it was still appearing at his window, sharing its melancholy chants. Sometimes Ciel could even coax it into allowing him to pet it. The touch that would then meet his fingers was even softer than he imagined an angels' wing to be.

More precious was this raven than Ciel had thought anything to be. He dreaded every night that his friend might not come. However, that time never came; the raven continuously showed without fail, always in time to sing the boy to sleep.

"You have the most beautiful voice," Ciel had told it one night. "So beautiful it would make anyone envious." The raven let out a deep croak as he stroked one of its obsidian feathers. "I still have yet to name you..." This time he got the ruffling of feathers and a crimson stare. "Or do you have a name?" Nothing.

So the raven remained nameless. Which was all the same to Ciel. It was not as if he ever needed to address the raven directly. They had their own form of communication. Where a human would use words, the raven would let out a variety of croaks. Or perhaps fluff up its head feathers or pantaloons. If Ciel asked it a particularly intriguing question it would stare bright eyed back at him. Sometimes if Ciel stroked its feathers just the right way it would even let out the most pleasing of gurgling sounds.

The raven had picked up a habit of bringing Ciel odd little trinkets. They varied from half rusted quarters to broken key chains, and sometimes even small jewels (though usually plastic or glass). No matter what they were, Ciel treated them as if they were the most precious gifts one could posses. It didn't matter to him whether they were broken or useless in general. They were a gift, given from the one being close to him.

Who needed humans? They were useless, selfish beings. Always ignoring him; never acknowledging him. He could be a dog on the street for all they cared. However it was a mutual disregard. He couldn't care less if they all went and died in a hole. For as long as he had his raven, he was happy. The raven at least was always there for him. It sang him to sleep since there was no mother to do it; it chased the nightmares away because there was no father to comfort him. So who needed them when he had a raven?

To be continued...

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