A/N - HI! This is my first fanfiction here, since I am new here. So please review and go easy on me

Chapter 1

The bitter cold was nipped at their noses as they looked over the area. There had been no sign of any type of security around the mansion, so they took this as a good sign. The group of criminals, also known as the Blue-Eyed Clan, had spent months staking out their next target, a young earl. They thought he would not have security, considering how arrogant he was. What they did not count on was the earl's butler in all black.

They stormed the mansion with weapons in hands. When they bursted into the dining room, they found a child eating dinner with a butler by his side.

"Hey kid, where's the earl?" one of them, the leader asked.

"Mr. Crow, I hope you are aware that interrupting one's dinner is rude. Especially if it's the master of the house," the young boy stated.

"Wh-What?"

"I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive."

"I-Impossible! You're just a child!"

"Sebastian, I had just about enough of this. Get rid of these pests."

The man he addressed, his butler, bowed. "Yes, My Lord."

The sound of the cello echoed through the auditorium. The deep and lyrical tones sang in harmonious tune as the performer smiled. Aurora Simmons looked up at the ceiling and sighed as she ended her piece.

"Great job, Aurora. You've come so far since the first time you've played this. You have a few slight intonation problems, but it's nothing you can't fix with a little extra practice and breaking the habit," her teacher orchestra director, Mrs. Preston said.

"Thanks. It's that fucking E sharp. It's gonna ruin me and it pops up out of nowhere!"

"Haha, yeah, I hate it too. But you almost had it this time. Just work on it a little more and you'll be ready for the concert."

"Alright."

Tabitha Preston was an English musician. She specialised in stringed instruments, but was quite well-rounded with band instruments. She was well-known in England, much to her students' surprise because she was not as snobbish and strict as many thought her to be. In fact, she was the exact opposite. She had performed for many nobles, from dukes and duchesses to earls and viscounts, and even the queen herself. She was also close with an earl and continues to exchange letters with him.

"Mrs. Preston, will you ever play a song for us," Aurora asked.

"Haha, maybe, dear. Maybe on the last day of school. I'll try to write you all a pass to miss the school day and just have fun listening to performances."

"That would be awesome."

"Alright, I've kept you long enough, don't you think? Go on home, dear. And work on those E sharps."

Aurora laughed and nodded. "Bye, Mrs. Preston."

"Goodbye, dear."

Ciel looked over his paperwork and sighed in frustration. Sebastian looked over him and smirked at him.

"Young Master, it will bode well if you continue to work like this. I suggest you take a break and think about the upcoming ball you are holding."

"Yes, I do believe that it would be a good idea. I have been thinking...we should have something a little different for our entertainment."

"What did you have in mind, milord?"

"Remember Tabitha Preston?"

"Yes, the talented pianist."

"Well, she had recently written to me about her job as a high school orchestra director in America and she told me that she has quite a few promising musicians. She mentioned one in particular, a cellist. She has an interesting music style. She did not tell me the name, however."

"Are you suggesting that we request her student?"

"Yes."

"Hmm….interesting. Well, I shall respond to Mrs. Preston and request her student right away."

Aurora sat in the center of the stage, surrounded by the orchestra. She smiled at all of them and they wiggled their noses, their way of wishing her good luck. She inhaled and pulled the bow. A string of sixteenth notes flew off the strings in a classical , yet modern melody. The audience was shocked and struck with awe. The beauty and intensity of the piece was enough to bring someone to tears. Then, she put the bow in her lap and started plucking the strings rapidly and slapping the back of the instrument in an interesting rhythm. She started bobbing her head as she got into the music. She then quickly picked up her bow once again and played the next few phrases in spiccato. She had even hit the troublesome E sharps perfectly. When she ended, she was greeted with a roar of cheers and applause. She stood and bowed.

The concert officially ended after a few performances. Aurora was getting ready when she heard her friends, Symone and Delila, call her name.

"Aurora! You were smokin' hot, girl!" Symone laughed.

"Geez, I bet your fingers are bleeding after that!" Delila added.

"Haha, thanks. It was a pain, though. I just got used to it."

"Man, everyone is impressed about your performance."

"There is no way that Juilliard wouldn't want you!"

"Thanks, guys, but…I'm still long from it."

The next day, Aurora went to the band room to meet up with her friends, but only ended up almost getting tackled by Mrs. Preston.

"Goddamn it, Preston! What's got you all hyper?! Did you go through my coffee stash again?!"

"Oh, heavens no! I learned from that mistake! Earl Phantomhive responded to my letter-well, his butler did- but, he wants you to play your cello at a ball he's holding!"

"...What?"

"Yes! He wants you to perform! He specifically said that he wants you to play your cello for the entertainment portion of the ball. He will also make you the guest of honor!"

"N-No way…." How the hell am I supposed to do that?! I almost choked when I performed for the Board of Ed. But….this opportunity…

"Please say yes. He won't take no for an answer."

Goddamn it, woman! "Alright. Wait-I'll be going to England?"

"Exactly."

"Shit."

"Haha, you won't regret it. Plus, the butler is quite a fine man! Very handsome and just…mmm. His voice alone could cause orgasms."

"Uh…T-M-I."

The next few weeks were spent preparing for the trip. At the airport on the day of her departure, Aurora smiled at everyone and bid them farewell. She got on the plane and sighed in an attempt to calm her jumbling nerves. Here I go…a new adventure.

Aurora sat in the back of the cab, her stomach twisting and turning in anticipation and sheer fear. She had no idea how to act in front of nobility, and she did not want to offend anyone at all. And what would the earl think of her when they met? She was a short, dark-skinned and extremely curvy girl. Her bust was quite large for her age and her thighs were thick. Her butt…she hated it.

She arrived at a large mansion, her destination. The door opened to reveal a tall man in black, including his hair, which contrasted greatly with his pale skin. He held out his hand out with a sweet smile gracing his lips. She took it, returning her smile.

"Welcome, Miss Simmons. Welcome to the Phantomhive Estate. I hope your flight was pleasurable," he greeted, his English accent slipping from his lips beautifully.

"Not really. But, thank you..."

"Call me Sebastian."

"Thank you, Sebastian." There is no way that he is the butler! He is way too hot for that! And Mrs. Preston was right, his voice could induce orgasms!

"You are very welcome. Allow me to escort you to the Young Master's study." He took her to the study. He knocked on the door. "Young Master, Miss Simmons has arrived."

"Come in," he said, his voice muffled by the door.

There is no way that the Earl is a grown man with that voice! Sebastian opened the door, and she stepped inside. She stopped in her tracks when found a young boy, no older than thirteen, at the so. She bowed.

"Welcome, Miss Simmons. I am Ciel Phantomhive. I am the current earl and master of the mansion."

"Thank you, milord. It's an honor to be a guest here."

"It is my pleasure. Please forgive me for being abrupt in your arrival. We are in need of a performer and Mrs. Preston has bragged quite a bit about you."

"It is no problem, milord. It is actually quite a privilege."

"Now, Sebastian, escort Miss Simmons to her room. She will need to rest due to the jet-lag."

"Yes, Young Master." He took Aurora to her room. As they walked quietly, he could not help but notice how beautiful she was. Yes, her insecurities were practically rolling off her body like a waterfall, but he could not help but find her absolutely attractive. She was small in height, but she was rather curvy. Her dark skin contrasted completely with her light coloured eyes. Must be a recessive gene. What he really liked was that she held her head up high and walked with a sense of dignity and strength. A strong and mature woman. Perfect. They arrived to her room and he opened the door for her.

"Thank you, Sebastian."

"No problem, Miss-"

"Please, call me Aurora. The 'Miss Simmons' is getting kinda old."

"Yes, my apologies."

"No need."

"Please take this time to sleep. I will be back to wake you and allow you to prepare for tonight's ball."

"Alright."

"If you will excuse me." He bowed and left her. When he closed the door, he heard a thud and a sigh.

"Blurgh…I'm so tired. Lord Phantomhive is adorable as hell. And Sebastian…must have been created in a lab. No man can be that sexy."

He chuckled at the last part. Thank you…Aurora.