Well, I never thought the first time I did a Kuroshijitsu fic would be a crossover. Can't say I mind though. Enjoy!

Vengeance and Freedom

Chapter One

Darkness...

That's all there was. The small window that usually provided light from the moon couldn't, for clouds have drawn over it, keeping the light out of the room. Not that there was much to see. The stone cold floors had no furnishings, and all the occupants were kept behind bars. Three or four to each, normally.

Now, the members in each cell didn't have blankets. Nor beds, nor pillows, and they were lucky to have a bucket. They were all of varied ages, boys and girls alike, some even from different backgrounds. In order to keep warm, they had to huddle close and hope they survived until morning. However, this story begins in a different cell; one where three out of its four occupants were rotting where they lay dead.

He was eldest one there; sixteen if you'd believe it. And as far as he and everyone else was concerned, the only reason he was still alive was because he was so damn stubborn, and he absolutely refused to submit to anyone. His hair was long and black, and his eyes were a cold and dark blue. He was of Asian decent, and he absolutely refused to die in such a position.

"So, I take it you've made up your mind." A voice said from the darkness. The boy's eyes shifted to the corner diagonal from him, and there he saw what he expected; the white wolf was back, its eyes still thirsting for him.

The young man smirked; yes, he expected this. And for the first time since he saw the wolf, he didn't mind its presence. In fact, he wanted it there for once. "I get anything I ask for this; any desire I see fit for an exchange?" He questioned, more to make sure he wasn't being tricked. It had happened enough, he expected people to do so. Now, though, he wanted an answer; simply to reassure himself that what he was doing was worth it.

The wolf bowed its head. "Anything you'd like. Simply name it." It responded.

The Asian closed his eyes, his smirk not fading. "Good. Because I'm going to make you work for this soul, and I don't want this trade to backfire."

"Sire," a familiar voice called, light making its ways through his eyelids. Cold blue eyes opened as they looked up at the man who opened the blinds of his room. There, standing in black was his butler; skin cream in color, ruffled white hair that was just dangling on the shoulders, and eyes of strange shade of orange. "It's time to get up now," he stated firmly, a gentle smile on his face.

The person in bed sat up, rubbing his eye. Here sat the Earl of the Rothshild family: Lord Kanda Rothshild. A young man of Japanese decent and almost eighteen years to his name. He was adopted by the previous Earl, who died almost a year prior. Despite Kanda's heritage, the fool before him actually left the title of Earl to him instead of his brother or nephew, who were both British.

"Today's tea is blended green tea. I made the order so the leaves would come straight out of Japan. I do think you'll find it to your liking." The butler stated; pouring the tea as the lord moved out from under the covers. The albino then dressed Kanda in the appropriate wear of a nobleman; purple and black consisting in today's colors with a scarf covering a strange, red pentacle right on his neck, a hair tie to keep his long hair our of his face, as well as his two rings. A silver ring with the family's signet on it, and then there was the diamond-shaped amethyst gold; each worn on opposing hands.

Once properly dressed, Kanda took his tea and took a sip. "Finally," he commented, "true green tea. We'll be keeping this supplier?"

"Yes, Sire." The man stated, bowing.

The ebony looked down at it, a calm expression on his face. "Good." He stated before looking back up at the butler, his expression turning a bit more strict. "The schedule, Ulrich. Now." He ordered.

Ulrich, as he called his butler bowed before speaking. "Of course, my lord." And so his day was sorted out for him as he drank. He'd begin his day with dancing lessons at eleven, following his piano lessons after the lunch hour. He would then go to his Kendo practice after the afternoon tea. That night, however, he'd be entertaining his relatives.

The lord sighed; the Kendo and (surprisingly) the piano lessons were fine with him, but dancing was drawl, and he despised it with a passion. Then there were his adoptive relatives, his uncle Lawrence, his aunt Persephone, and his cousin Vergil. He liked his aunt, personally; his cousin was a bit annoying, but that's what came with being nine-year-old, he supposed; but his uncle was just vulgar to him. A racist prick he would love to get rid of.

But he didn't.

No, Kanda had a reputation to uphold, even with the short amount of time he had been the Earl. He put on a facade for the public as well as his aunt and cousin; simply to show his uncle that he was refined as any Englishman, as well as give them reason to doubt the man's testimonies. He even acted for his uncle at times, if only out of pity; he was Japanese, he shouldn't have been a lord in a European country, let alone the head of a family.

And so the day went by; a little faster than Kanda was used to, but fast enough. As per usual, Ulrich was with him when he wasn't preparing food and drink. The only notable thing that happened that was out of the ordinary were the crashes he heard a little over a half hour before lunch, just as Ulrich went to check on the meal. It was an irritating noise, as Kanda used the hour before lunch to reread the material for any of his other studies that were sure to follow in the next day or so.

"Excuse me, Sire." Ulrich said to him; bowing before leaving the room. Kanda didn't even nod, he simply returned his gaze to the book he was reading. Knowing his servants, Grace probably tripped while she was grabbing some plates again. He sighed; so long as it wasn't the traditional set from the islands, then he didn't care much. The staff were good at their jobs and would occasionally do something stupid; Kanda didn't care about these mistakes so long as he wasn't affected personally and as long as it wasn't in front of guests (his uncle especially).

Lunch came on time, despite the incident. He didn't see his maid, nor did he see his gardener: Reggie. At seeing that, Kanda could only assume the crash was partially his fault as well, especially since the two were normally present while he was eating, if only for a few minutes. Something about wanting to make sure he was happy. "Ulrich," he called, stopping in the middle of his meal.

"Yes, Sire?" The butler questioned, a bit surprised. The lord normally finished his meal before giving him anymore orders.

Kanda looked at him, for once calm during midday. "Are the servants aware my relatives are coming tonight?" He questioned.

"Yes, Sire."

The Japanese teen looked at his butler strictly. "Good. Then they know no to try my patience tonight. Are the old furnishings placed back as they were before I inherited the manor?" He questioned. A few nights after inheriting the house, Kanda insisted that the decor should change. The green and gold were replaced with midnight blue and silver; the old artwork and antiquities were gone as well. He bloody hated the colors, but he had to keep them whenever his uncle chose to visit. No need to have him be called ungrateful to his step-father.

"Actually, sir, I was going to get to that once your piano lessons started." Came the reply.

The teen nodded once. "Everything should be ready before I get to my room to change, later?" He questioned. Ulrich gave his master a silent nod. "Then I expect tonight to run smoothly." He informed his butler, returning to his meal.

Ulrich bowed once again, a smile gracing his features. "Yes, Sire."

Well that was fun. I hope you've enjoyed it!

~ K. Fang-sama