Hi, everyone!

I haven't actually watched season 2. All I know about it is that Ciel becomes a demon. Although I wouldn't like it in canon, I think it makes for some pretty interesting AUs so for this story, Sebastian is a human and Ciel is a demon.

Summary:

Sebastian, a teacher, unexpectedly finds an abandoned child outside his house. He takes him in and ends up raising him. However, he doesn't know that he is raising a demon; not even Ciel knows this, as he was abandoned at too young an age. So what will happen when Ciel begins to grow fangs, or his eyes glow red? And will he hide these things from Sebastian? Will either of them ever find out what Ciel truly is, and how will Sebastian react?

Sorry that the first couple of chapters are short and kinda rushed, I wanted to introduce the story with showing how Ciel and Sebs first meet. I hope to make this quite a long story. I'll update when I can, but I'd rather give occasional, quality updates rather than rushed ones every week. So we'll see how this goes!

Btw, who else is in shock from chapter 126? I cried for like, 20 minutes! (spoiler) My baby Soma! NO!

I don't own Kuroshitsuji.

~princess

Sebastian Michaelis sighed heavily as he backed the car into the drive. It was a stormy night and wind howled ferociously, piercing the car with vicious gusts. Rain thundered down and not a shred of natural light could be seen.

The handsome man resisted the urge to swear as he stepped out of the car and directly into a deep puddle. This day just kept getting better.

As he locked the car and turned to the front door, something else was heard through the deafening wind. Frowning, Sebastian turned back around and listened intently.

There it was again! A cry!

And a child's cry, no less.

Disturbed by the thought, Sebastian took hurried steps in the direction of the desperate wails, struggling to see in the darkness. He could see nothing and was prepared to go back indoors, but he stopped abruptly when shaky, frightened sobs reached his ears.

At last he saw it; a tiny child curled up on the ground behind a bush, crying in fear. Sebastian crouched down anxiously, trying to get him to sit up.

The child curled in on himself even more, his cries getting more desperate. Sebastian looked around wildly. There was no one in sight. Where were the boy's parents?

Reluctantly, Sebastian scooped him up and cradled him in his strong arms, hugging him close to his warm coat, sheltering him from the wind. The child struggled weakly and cried louder, but Sebastian carried him firmly indoors.

Once the front door was shut and locked and they were in the warm, dry, cosy living room Sebastian laid the boy on the couch and removed his wet shoes and coat. He then sat down and picked the child up again to hold him in his arms, studying him carefully.

He was small. Small enough to fit perfectly in Sebastian's arms, like a doll or a kitten. He had thick, unruly dark blue hair that almost covered one eye; the visible one was a bright, vivid blue, like the sea. His skin was pale. He was also soaking wet. He shivered and shook on Sebastian's knee, gazing fearfully up at the man.

As he struggled, attempting to climb out of the man's arms, Sebastian looked at him in despair. "Where did you come from?" he asked.

The child's small, plump thumb flew to his mouth as he stared at Sebastian with a solemn expression.

"Where are your parents?" Sebastian tried again.

The child's eyes filled with tears and he looked down. "Don't want me."

Unable to imagine someone not wanting this precious child, Sebastian tried to comfort him. "How would you like to stay here?" Kicking the boy back to the street was out of the question.

The child looked uncertain.

"Can you tell me your name?" asked Sebastian, gently.

"Ciel," he murmured, fiddling with his hands.

"Do you have a surname? I need to contact your parents."

Ciel shook his head. Water flew from his hair like a dog, reminding Sebastian that he needed to dry the child. Disapprovingly, he noticed that Ciel was wearing a thin white shirt and grey cotton trousers, with no shoes or socks.

"How old are you?" he asked, as he placed Ciel on the couch and leaned down to get a towel from the cabinet. He then began to remove the boy's wet clothing.

"Four," said Ciel, holding up four fingers.

Sebastian smiled and wrapped a towel around him. "I'm just going upstairs to get something, all right? I'll be back in a moment."

He rushed upstairs to the spare room and fumbled in the cupboard. He had a bag of toys in there, as he babysat for his friends occasionally. There were doll's clothes in there and he was sure that they would fit Ciel.

He found a small pair of black trousers that would do, and he took a hoodie from his own wardrobe. It would be far too big, but he couldn't get to the shops now.

Ciel hadn't moved from where he had left him and Sebastian threw the towel aside, dressing the boy quickly so he wouldn't get cold. The hoodie came to just past his knees; chuckling, Sebastian pushed the sleeves up as best he could.

He switched the fire on and sat the child on the rug. Whining, Ciel reached his arms out, looking at Sebastian pleadingly.

Sebastian obligingly picked him up and held him in his arms, as he had done before. Ciel snuggled close, feeling a bit better now that he was warm and dry. "Want to stay here," he murmured, gazing at Sebastian with his big blue eyes.

"You can stay here," said Sebastian gently, brushing a strand of hair behind his ears. "Would you like some hot milk?"

Ciel blinked uncertainly. "Milk?"

"It's nice," promised Sebastian.

Ciel nodded hesitantly and Sebastian put the boy down and stood up to go the kitchen. It took a minute to heat the milk to a warm temperature and the child reached out for it curiously as the cup was brought to the living room.

Sebastian chuckled and put it into his hand, helping him hold it as he was still shaking a little. Ciel sniffed the milk suspiciously and glanced at Sebastian, who nodded reassuringly. A small smile appeared on the child's face as he drank the milk, and he gave a satisfied sigh when he had finished it.

"I take it you liked it, then?" smiled Sebastian, putting the cup on the coffee table.

Ciel nodded. "Warm and taste nice."

Sebastian patted him on the head then looked round as the doorbell rang. "Oh, I ordered an Indian takeaway. Are you hungry?"

Ciel shook his head. Sebastian got to his feet and pulled open the door, pleased to see that his friend Soma was delivering.

"Hallo!" greeted Sebastian, inviting him inside. "How are you?"

"I'm very well, thanks! I see you have a new roommate?" Soma looked curiously at Ciel, then back at Sebastian.

Sebastian closed the door and spoke to Soma in a low voice. "I found him outside, alone. He says his parents don't want him. I'm keeping him safe here for now, but I don't know what to do. Should I try and find his parents?"

"Yes, if they don't want him they should get into trouble," advised Soma. "They can't just throw a child out to the street. What's his surname?"

"He wouldn't tell me. I don't think he even has one."

"Then I think you should keep him here for a week or so, until he recovers, then give him up for adoption. You're a teacher, you don't have time to take care of your own kid, too."

"I suppose not…" Sebastian glanced back at Ciel, who was playing with the long sleeves of the hoodie. "He's a sweet child, though…I would have liked to keep him."