Finally mustered the guts to write this… Either way! Long absence the reason is on my profile and my long apology letter…

Sorry for the cliffy either way! I didn't intended to leave this story hanging for so long I didn't intended to leave any story hanging for this long… Alright then! Here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for all 20 books of BB!

That Reincarnation: Greetings

The man landed swiftly onto the field and grabbed a teapot out of seemingly no where. "I believe it was tea and cake that I heard," Sebastian mused as the boy opposite to him backs up against the tree.

"For today we have strawberry cake of the finest quality and Earl Gray tea, or would you prefer warm chamomile?" Sebastian asked tea cup and cake already on a silver tray and handing it to the young lord.

One second… then two… then three…

"Who the hell are you?" Celso asked with an arched eyebrow, slightly afraid, but as the egotistical person he is, no way in hell will he admit it.

Sebastian looked at the boy and decided it was the young lord but… lacking the need to take revenge and the suppressed anger…

"Answer me!" Celso raised his voice at the unknown man. He have his pride to take into account and of course this man was not one to be trust, especially with the suspicious eye color and resembled the road that ended his father's life…

'He lost his memories when he was reincarnated…' Sebastian thought, slightly shocked. This new fact have been proved that it will affect the taste of the young lord's soul, and it was possible that the young lord have already forgotten his goal…

"I am Sebastian Michaelis head butler of the Phantomhive House Hold," Sebastian introduced himself to his (past) young master.

"I don't believe that butlers come flying from the sky," Celso said in a sarcastic tone of voice.

'This brat…' Sebastian thought in his head struggling to not speak his mind, "Normal butlers don't young master but…" Sebastian went back to his straight position and smoothen his clothes slightly, "I am one hell of a butler after all,"

"What are you even talking about?" Celso asked confused, "I don't want any business with a sick in the head weirdo like you," with that Celso attempted to leave the patch of green.

"Young Lord, do you want this prepared afternoon snack to go to waste?" Sebastian said in a calm voice smiling like he always does. "And I thought that strawberry cakes were your favorite…"

Celso froze slightly. Sure sweets are his favorite type of food and he can eat them whatever his appetite was but… he hasn't told anybody about it… 'I haven't eaten any since last week too…' Celso thought as he recalled his sweets-less weekend.

"How old do you think I am luring me with a piece of cake?" Celso scolded the man putting on his though act (again).

"You are still a child; temptations are still vivid in your heart," Sebastian said his smile growing into a smirk.

"Leave me alone," Celso growled glaring at the man. The man- Sebastian whatever-his-last-name-was- gave a small bow and with a rush of wind disappeared from Celso's sight.

Soon after the school bell rang and Celso heaved a heavy sign. The only thing he didn't want to do more than confront a man who seems to be crazy right now is return to the hell hole called school.

"I want to skip today…" Celso muttered hopelessly before scratching the back of his head and steadily walked back into the building facing the hordes of fan girls who are surely ready to glomp him the moment he entered class and ignored all that the teacher says.

Surely enough as the boy predicted he was indeed hoarded by the girls… at least by their hungry looking and creepy looking eyes. Keeping on a straight face Celso walked straight to his seat next to the window trying hard not to break into cold sweat.

"Celso~ so what did you think about the announcement during lunch?" Ruth asked flying over to his seat and sitting on the table without even asking for his permission.

Announcement? He wasn't in the building so he heard nothing of it.

"After the announcement I was asked by like… 15 guys to go with them! Like- What? Why would I go with people like them? Stupid…" Ruth ranted on and on not noticing Celso's eyes rolling slightly… or eye to be exact.

It's the annual spring dance… Celso thought slightly sulking. The Annual Spring Dance is like a fair for the school and different people from different schools would come to celebrate the blooming of the Sakura. Or it should be… it was more like a 'find your perfect date' kind of thing.

Last year more than 50 girls asked Celso and all of the got mistaken that they were chosen. In the end it turned into a big fight. And no matter how much Celso wants to go taste the limited time Sakura Mochi and the strawberry cake made by the cooking club he was forced to stay home; in fear of his life and his sanity.

"So do you wanna go with me?" Ruth asked Celso twirling her hair and batting her fake eye lashes slightly looking at Celso in a supposing flirty way.

"No." Celso answered flat out. Like hell he would go with anymore especially Ruth. This year he'll avoid trouble, throw on a disguise, go pick up the sweets and rush back home without causing any ruckus.

"Why~" Ruth whined slightly pouting slightly.

" I don't want to." Celso again insisted with his cold voice.

Unknown to the two of them the whole class's attention was on them. The girls were (again) swooning over Celso's cold behavior. Indeed some were heartbroken knowing that they would never get the chance but all of them knew that it was better than him being with Ruth.

The guys were practically throwing daggers wondering what was so good about the short geek that the cutest girl in school practically fell head over heels for. All apart from one blonde haired blue eyed boy who was instead glaring at the female.

"You're mean…" Ruth pouted glaring at the boy and willing her tears to come to her eyes without spoiling her make-up.

"I'm mean…" Celso repeated but then looked up and returned the glare at Ruth, "However, I'm not a spoiled brat like you" he said cruelty laced into his voice.

Seriously a weirdo at lunch and drama right after? This is going to kill him someday… whatever at the end of the semester (1 week) he'll transfer either way and when that happens he'll make sure for this not to repeat again.

Just when Ruth was ready to snap back the teacher opened the door and clapped his hand softly. "Alright class break up the fight," he announced while giving the whole class a stern look.

'Thank God it's Sagara Sensei…' Celso muttered in his head. Sagara sensei was the youngest teacher in the school he is also one of the strictest without being hated (too much) by the student population. In face the sensei was still a mere 24 years old with dusty blonde hair, green eyes and rimless glasses. Earning the respect of the elders wasn't easy but the young man did it within a mere 3 months.

With a pout Ruth went back to her seat and plopped down while crossing her arms. With a smile Sagara went to the front of the class and waved a stack of paper for all the students to see.

"Good. Today we have a pop quiz~~~" Sagara said in a sing-song voice. The whole class groaned while some was on the verge of crying. Sagara sensei's quizzes were on test level and they have the same value too.

Luckily for a certain eye-patched young man the sensei teaches English and therefore the test would be like doing kindergarten homework for him. 'I'll finish it and sleep through the rest of the class,' Celso thought glumly wanting to go back home and sip his earl grey tea.

xxx

When the last bell rings it would mostly be like a stampede in most school, but in JIS all the students calmly pack their things and walk out of class chattering and meeting up with their friends after school. JIS (Japan International School) is not a prestige school and not a common commoner (?) school. The students were refined but not to the extent they were like mind controlled robots.

Or it's as simple as: They weren't as crazy as most people.

Celso slowly dumped his entire bag into the locker and slinging his bag across his shoulder after getting rid of everything.

He left school swiftly without anybody named Ruth tagging along and annoying him. Probably because of the words he said in English class 'Maybe I was too harsh…' Celso thought as he walked along the pavement. He quickly dismissed that thought along with all memories of school.

'I just want to go home and find some peace…' Celso thought as he quickened his pace imagining the soft couch in his living room surrounded with the pile of books.

"I'm home!" Celso shouted throwing open the front door and small smile decorating his face.

"Ah, Celso welcome home," Rachel said poking her head out of the kitchen. She walked out and dusted her apron slightly accepting Celso's school bag from his stretching hand.

Celso gave a small peck on his mother's cheek and attempted to go up the stairs.

"Wait Celso," Rachel said calling out for her son, "There's somebody here to see you," Rachel said waving her son over to the living room.

'Anybody but Ruth,' Celso thought in his mind stopping his twitching left eye and switching to the right. He was wearing an eye patch nobody would know either way that he was on the verge of being pissed off.

Celso walked into the room with a smile and was relieved to not see a bouncing blonde screaming his name and clinging onto his neck, but he wasn't happy. Long black tail coat and red eyes… damn it…

"He said he was a friend of yours," Rachel said happily serving Sebastian some tea that was supposed to be his afternoon tea…

"Your mother is a lovely woman Celso it was a shame you didn't introduced me to her sooner," Sebastian said smiling slightly at his young master.

"H-how…" Celso stuttered slightly raising a quivering finger at Sebastian's face.

"It isn't polite to point Celso," Rachel muttered slightly at her son confused to see her early sweet and stoic son in such a rare state.

"Excuse us for a minute mom," Celso said quickly grabbing Sebastian by his coat sleeves and dragging the taller man up the stairs with lightning speed. It was amazing how he did so considering the age and the weight difference… but anime is anime no?

"My… they seem to be close," Rachel said smiling caressing her cheek slightly.

xxx

"How do you know where I live!?" Celso shouted the moment he entered his room.

Celso's room was quite simple mostly covered in bookshelves and some pictures of his childhood. The wall was a navy blue that slowly gradients into black as it reach the ceiling. The floor- like the rest of the house- was made out of marble. But unlike the rest of the house the marble was in black and white pattered into something like a chess board.

"Of course I know young master," Sebastian replied blinking slightly. "I always know where you are whenever or wherever," he continued.

"N-no! How?!" Celso insisted again he was starting to get pissed at the man's attitude.

"Don't you remember?" Sebastian said his smile turning into a grim expression, "The contract."

"What contract?" Celso asked confused as he plopped himself on his bed finally tired of standing up for too long.

"It still is there on your right eye," Sebastian said walking over and pulling the eye patch out of its position. He then took off his glove and showed him the same symbol.

"What…" Celso stuttered… "This is unnatural!" he insisted, "Something like this only exists in fairy tales and folklores! Nothing like this in what we call reality!"

"Don't forget in historical text," Sebastian mused putting his glove back on.

"How can you do this? Simply putting a symbol on my eye as if you own me!" Celso started to raise his voice.

"I do own you Young Master," Sebastian said, "Your soul belongs to me. The moment our contract is complete that soul will be mine," an evil grin started to spread on Sebastian's face.

"What are you?" Celso asked uncertainty vivid in his voice.

"I am merely one hell of a butler," Sebastian said putting his hand over his chest.

"More like one hell of a stalker!" Celso snapped back refusing to believe any of this.

'This brat…' Sebastian thought in his mind as he stared at his reincarnated Young Master. 'He doesn't remember now and forcing it on him would do no good due to his stubborn personality…'

"Go back to your house or whatever I don't need more headaches," Celso said lying on his bed an turning his face towards the wall therefore turning his back towards the slightly pissed off butler.

As soon as Celso heard the door close he heaved a sign and relaxed his tense shoulders. He had to admit it was hard to act confident when you know that the man just called himself a demon…

-Next Chapter: That Reincarnation: Roommates?!-

Haha! Done! Ah… this took forever! To be honest it took me forever to get up and finally write it the real thing took only 2 days to finish it and what-not. Okay first I'm Soooooooooooooo sorry for not updating in such a long time! I have no excuses! I was trying to focus on my other story but was hitting a writer's block when I got a review for this Fic I immediately decided that I NEED to update this!

Thankyou very much for the 11 reviews + 1 PM! You don't know how much they mean to me! Two chapters and already that amount… the next chapter will come faster I promise!

Oh and I apologize for any grammar errors of OOC for this chapter it have been some time since I read any BB fanfics around this web…

Right! Uh… I'm not sure if Sebastian calls Ciel 'Young Master' or 'Young Lord' so I gone for Young Master if it's wrong I'm sorry! In my country I say it in my language and it could be transcript to both meanings! Speaking about my country… book 20 of BB just came out! And believe me I was one of the first that was up at the store waiting for it! The last book was such a cliff hanger… yes I have all 20 books of BB…

I've been listening to SID's song ever since I started typing this… and now it's playing Monochrome no Kiss…? They are also my favorite Japanese band... okay I won't babble any further… note that this is the longest chapter of Umarekawari so far… 2,200 words approximately.

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