Chapter 1: Her Butler, Protector

So… I recently finished the Kuroshitsuji anime…. and I really loved it! So I decided to write a story for it. However! Though, I think that this will end up being multi chaptered, it'll be a one shot until I finished my Vocaloid story, The Draft.

Note: So, this is slightly different. Yes, Ciel gets turned into a demon, but! This does not occur until after he and Elizabeth get married. They are like… 18. Ok?

Now… let's go see this interesting turn of events *cackles*

Disclaimer: Since this is based after the anime, I do not own the Kuroshitsuji anime.

I also do not know if the wife of the earl is the countess, but I heard that it was Rachel's title… And Ciel's actions might seem OOC. I think this is mostly sadness and fluff.

Enjoy! (And this is my first Kuroshitsuji based story so please be kind)

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December 9th, 1893

His grave seemed too wrong, sitting there. Her husband's grave. His body wasn't even there. All they based his death off of was a stupid note!

Lizzy… I'm sorry. If you're reading this note, I must be dead. Even if you have found no trace of my body. I'm sorry that I can't tell you why. You know that I would never keep secrets from you unless I really had to-

"He really had to, huh?" The girl, now a beautifully grown woman laughed dryly. "He really had to…"

She ignored her brother's concerned gaze. Her mother's grief stricken one.

This crowd of people murmuring their condolences for the late Earl of Phantomhive, when they really didn't know him at all! He was just another noble to everyone else.

But not to her…

"Lizzy…" The soft whisper in the breeze almost seemed like his voice, calling to her.

She lightly shook her head, knowing it impossible.

"Countess Phantomhive." She snapped her head up as a noble approached her. He seemed almost shocked at the dullness in once sparkling emerald eyes. "Y-you have my condolences."

"Thank you." Her voice was completely monotone.

Suddenly the crowd parted, and an aged woman stepped forward. The Queen.

"I am deeply sorry for your loss, Countess Phantomhive." Her eyes seemed to sparkle with sadness. Whether if it was genuine or not, Lizzy did not know.

She made a halfhearted attempt to be polite. "I apologize for the inconvenience of bringing you out here, Your Majesty." She nearly stumbled as she curtsied.

"I know that you are grieved, Countess." The Queen's voice was gentle, kind. "You do not need to pretend otherwise."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." She could not afford to look weak now. "But I'm quite alright, I assure you."

"If you insist." Victoria backed away.

…

However as the funeral ended and guests began to leave, the Queen approached once again. "I have a matter to discuss with you, Countess, do you mind if we go inside? I'm sorry that the time is troubling but this is a rather urgent matter."

"Of cour-"

"I'm deeply sorry, Your Majesty." Alexis Midford stepped forward. The Midford family seemed to be the only ones left. "But may we come along as well? This matter regards my daughter."

Victoria studied the leader of her knights for a while. She slowly nodded in assent. "Of course." She then turned back to the Countess. "Will you lead the way inside, Countess Phantomhive?"

So, Elizabeth did. She moved like a robot, entering the mansion. She passed the remaining servants on the way, who all seemed to be holding back tears. Mey Rin clutched her glasses tightly in her hands.

She passed his study, and could almost imagine him sitting there, impassive, giving orders to Sebastian, while flashing her a tender smile once in awhile.

Their bedroom, where he would smile that same smile at her whenever she woke up in the morning.

But that was all gone.

She led them into the lounge, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. She and the Queen sat, while Double Charles and the Midfords opted to stand.

It was silent for a while, before the Queen began to speak.

"I am sorry for bringing this up." Everyone kept saying that they were sorry. "However, Countess, Earl Phantomhive's death is rather troubling. This seems to be the end of the Phantomhive line. You, Countess Phantomhive, will not be able to pass the name on if you marry once more. So, I have to wonder… What will become of the Queen's Watchdog?"

Alexis quickly spoke up, not wanting to see his daughter suffer over this matter. "The Midfords would be glad to take upon that role. After all, we are relatives of the Phantom-"

"That will not happen, Alexis." The Queen interrupted him softly. "Your family is already known as the Leader of the British Knights. We should not mix these two titles together."

"But what would you do, Your Majesty?"" Francis asked.

"Both the Spider and the Watchdog are gone." The Queen mused. "What to do, indeed…"

"Please do not take away this title from the Phantomhives, Your Majesty." Lizzy broke in, her voice hoarse from crying.

"Why not?" The Queen asked calmly. "The Phantomhive line will not continue."

"But it will, Your Majesty!"

"How? Unless…" A pin drop could fill the silence of the room as all eyes turned upon the Countess of Phantomhive.

"Yes." Lizzy confirmed, one gloved hand lightly brushing her stomach. Her emerald orbs lightly glowed, as she took advantage of this one gift that her husband left behind for her. "I am expecting."

…

Lizzy sat on their bed, now just hers, staring out the window. Her hands gently stroked the bump that was now showing. Paula often had worriedly looked after her the past couple of months, responding to her questions of why with "My Lady has become quite subdued."

It was true, nonetheless. Elizabeth no longer had the brightness she once had, but was, instead, a very polite and usually quiet person. Outsiders often said that the Earl's death had really gotten to the young Countess. They seemed to have been quite close.

Ciel...

Even she herself had been shocked about how much he opened up to her after they were married. The truth about Sebastian. His jobs. His revenge. Everything.

Or almost everything.

She had a feeling that he had always hidden something from her about Alois Trancy.

But she never pried. It was not her business.

Well. Not really.

She sighed, looking down at her stomach. What should I name him or her?

She wanted to name her child something French, like Ciel's name was. Or something connected to the sky…

A color of the sky in French? Maybe the sunset? Rouge? No. Rose? No… that sounded nice for a girl, but that really wasn't what Elizabeth was aiming for.

Violette? That was a pretty name. It also meant purple.

"Violette…" She tested the name on her tongue.

"What about Lune?" She wondered. That sounded nice as well.

"Moon…" She thought. "Then Soleil for a son?"

"My Lady?" Paula's voice startled her. "Oh? You're picking out names already?" Lizzy gave a curt nod. "Shall I leave you for a while then, My Lady?"

"Please, Paula." Lizzy replied softly.

When she left, Lizzy turned back to stare out the window. My child… will have many enemies, won't they? A fatherless child of the late leader of the underworld… I… definitely wouldn't be able to protect them by myself. They'll be such an easy target... Lizzy bit her lip in anxiety.

"My thoughts change direction so easily, don't they?" Lizzy laughed softly to herself. It wasn't a genuine laugh. "I guess that it's a side effect from expecting."

But, honestly. How will I protect my child? I don't want them… to be exposed to the same dangers that Ciel was. And if I married someone else to protect my child, the Phantomhive name would be gone…

"How did Ciel protect himself when he was in his weakened state?" A voice whispered in the back of her consciousness. "You know how. You are just a coward to not use the method that took your husband away from you."

"I know." She whispered back. "I am a coward. But," She raised her voice. "I was once brave. And I will stop at nothing to protect my child! I am the Wife of the Queen's Watchdog!"

…

"Oh?" A tall man in a black suit smirked. He poured tea, serving it to a noble dressed in black. "It seems that Lady Elizabeth is trying to make a contract, My Lord."

"I know." The noble curtly replied. He had not changed very much since he was 13, he only grew taller, tall enough to look over his wife's head, who was a year older than he.

"You did not know that she was expecting, did you?"

"No."

It was silent for a moment as the noble sipped his tea, fake tea, that he just decided to continue to have. The butler believed that it was sentimental.

"Sebastian."

"Yes?" The butler seemed to have been expecting this.

"This is an order. Make a contract with Elizabeth and fulfill her terms. However." The noble put his cup down, facing the butler with an eyepatch and a red eye. "If she offers you her soul, do not take the contract."

"You are a slave driver, aren't you?"

"Shut up. Just do it."

"Yes, My Lord."

…

"What is your wish?" A voice flowed through the darkness, almost familiar.

"I-" Elizabeth trembled slightly. "I-i want you, demon, to protect my children until they turn 18 at least." Her voice grew slightly stronger. "And me as well. When they turn 18, you can leave the service and have my soul." She remembered the terms that Ciel had used with Sebastian. "You also must never lie and obey my orders unconditionally."

"Unfortunately." The demon stepped out of the shadows, causing Elizabeth's eyes to widen. "I cannot accept those terms, Lady Elizabeth."

"S-sebastian!" Countess Phantomhive gasped. "W-why?"

"Ah, well. Sadly, I'm not allowed to take a contract with you if you offer up your soul."

"W-what do you mean? Why can't you-"

"Did I have to make an appearance? You're hopeless, Sebastian." A new voice cut in.

"I apologize." Sebastian bowed, a faint smirk etched on his face.

"Were you trying to confuse her? You try to make me miserable, don't you?"

"Well. I am stuck with you forever. Why not?"

"You-" The black clad noble took a step forward.

"C-ciel?" Elizabeth whimpered from the floor where she had collapsed. She stared up wide-eyed at her husband. Who was supposed to be dead.

"Hello, Lizzy." A couple of months ago, she despaired to hear his gentle voice say her name again, his tender smile that was only reserved for her. But now she was afraid. A man who was supposed to be dead came back. With red eyes.

"N-no." She shook her head disbelievingly. "No! Don't haunt me!" She slowly rose to her feet and began to back away as he tried to draw close to her, his eyes hurt. "Don't come any closer- Kya!" She slipped on the floor, about to land on her back, and-

"Lizzy!" His frantic voice reached her ears. It sounded so like him, it was hard to believe that he wasn't just a ghost. "Lizzy?! Are you alright? That can't be good for the baby-"

"Ciel." Jade orbs cracked open to meet crimson ones. He held her as he knelt on the floor, preventing her from falling. The butler watched by the window, almost amused. "Ciel. I thought you were dead."

"I am." He replied softly, now calm. "At least, my human form is."

"Human… form?"

"Yes."

"Then… are you a ghost?"

"No, Lizzy. I-"

"Young Master is now a demon." Sebastian interrupted bluntly.

"Shut up, Sebastian!"

"A-a… demon?" She murmured. "Then…" She switched her attention to Sebastian. "Then why do you still act like you serve him?"

"Because." Ciel answered for him. "He stops serving me when he eats my soul. However, one of Alois's servants, Hannah, made a contract with me that he will never eat my soul. It's… complicated. Just know that the conclusion is, that since he only stops serving me after he has my soul, he has to serve me for eternity because he cannot eat my soul."

"That…" Lizzy stared at Sebastian. "That's harsh."

He shrugged. "It's the contract. There is nothing that either I or the Young Master can do about it."

"I see…"

"He also ordered me to accept your contract only if the contract did not include me eating your soul."

"But… Ciel. Why didn't you take the contract?"

"Have you seen him?" Sebastian snickered. "He can't tie shoes on his own."

"Shut up!" Ciel flushed.

"Yes, My Lord."

"So." Ciel humphed, gently easing both Lizzy and himself onto the bed, Lizzy in his arms. "You would need a different term for the contract. How about," His eyes flashed slightly with hope. "You turn into a demon after the contract is done?"

"A… demon?" Lizzy thought it over. She would be able to be with Ciel forever, wouldn't she? She gazed up at his hopeful crimson eyes, and his resolve strengthened. "Alright…"

"Where do you want the symbol of the contract?" Sebastian asked, removing his glove on the hand that did not hold the contract with Ciel.

"My right eye, please. Like Ciel. Can you do that, Sebastian?"

"Yes, My Lady."

A sudden flash of pain. She writhed slightly in Ciel's arms as he tightened them around her. Then she slowly relaxed.

"Your eye is now purple." Ciel commented nonchalantly. "Here." He handed her his black eyepatch.

"What…" She took it hesitantly. "But don't you need it?"

"No." He smiled. "I'm a demon."

He gave her a quick peck on the lips, but his lips were now cold, no longer warm. He straightened. "Sebastian. Take care of her please."

"Yes, My Lord."

And the Earl disappeared from the mansion, leaving behind his Countess and her butler.

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See? It was mostly fluff. This will be a one-shot for now. But I just might make it multi chaptered once I finish The Draft. I felt sad writing the funeral scene.

How did I do?

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~Hana