Darn, I started a new story. Please enjoy.

Chapter 1

Outside there was the sound of thunder, loud and penetrating in the gloomy fog of late summer. The cold, craggy feeling of stone underneath her feet was an unpleasant feeling, sticking to the bottom of her soles as she awoke to her senses ringing.

This had been all that she could remember from the old world - the scent of blood, the adrenaline coursing through her veins, danger and the wide-eyed picture of carnage as she looked out at the bodies of people she did not know. It came back to her in an instant, circling in the back of her mind like a vulture waiting to feast on flesh once again.

The feeling of being overwhelmed was commonplace to her now, but it still pulled at her mind in the most gruesome of ways when she guessed the torture these victims felt.

Sakura blinked. "What," she intoned.

The man in front of her gaped in awe, and around her the candles burned so hot that they melted the wax immediately, down to the very bottom. There were fading echoes of some sort of rhythmic chanting, the remnants of a holy ritual resounding and casting off into the nothingness as she saw bodies strewn across the floor, blood streaking on the walls in a haphazard manner.

It was a dimly-lit area, far smaller than the average battlefield and sick with the stench of iron. Sadness lurked here, the torturous indecency of cages and chains connected to wrists of some of the young children amongst the dead. Around her, sitting in elevated platform seats, men and women alike in black feathered masks shivered in fear, some clasping their hands together in a form of prayer. There were no signs of hostility, and two particular men standing in front of her seemed to be waiting with reverence.

The first person to speak to her began by stepping a foot closer, which Sakura did not feel very worried about. This feeling of danger, like electricity, came from somewhere out of sight. "D-demon," the masked figure cried out in a wavering voice. He spread his hands wide apart in a grandiose gesture, beseeching through his request. "Please, grant me eternal life and wealth!"

"No, please choose me!"

"God, forgive me."

"Please, O' great and powerful king of-"

"I'm not a demon," she replied resolutely, stepping out of the ring. Dark blood smudged under her feet, leaving behind trails of red. They had used fresh blood, and the boy lying dead on the altar was sliced open. His expression was not peaceful when he finally died, and the wound in his chest was unpleasant. "Who are you?"

The room was covered in shade, surrounded by dark, dark curtains that billowed around her as she walked. She eyed the entrance to the room, and with a flick of her hand the doors that had been closed shut now burst open, falling off their hinges with a loud crash. A loud exclamation of awe came from within the crowd, and as her eyes slowly came to them they shifted in place, uncomfortable with the closer scrutinization.

Her gaze finally went to a cage sitting parallel to the altar, rusted and tainted into a muddled grey. A young boy peered back at her, eyes wide and fearful with disjointed disbelief, and Sakura walked closer as the dots connected.

This child's eyes were obscured by black eyelashes, long and fluttering as he continued to stare in fearful terror. His face was wet from both tears and blood, huddled at the front of the bars but jerking back as she crouched down to meet him at the same height. None of the blood seemed to be his, fortunately, but there were old stains on his ragged shirt that she understood came from other acts of violence. Sakura blinked carefully.

Context filled her in as she fitted the pieces together through evidence. They seemed to have tortured the children. They then killed one of them to summon a great being, likely one with evil intention and a sense for corruption judging by what the people in the back were muttering.

She came to a final decision.

"One second," she told him calmly as if this was a minor contrivance, and she turned back on her heel to face the man. "You. I have something to ask."

He nervously peeked back behind him before turning to face her once more. "Did you offer the sacrifice?"

"Yes! I was-"

As soon as the enthusiastic reply left his lips, Sakura forced his head off of his body in a sharp cracking motion. The sound horrified the listeners, and the other man standing next to Sakura now trembled as he fell to his knees, shaking.

"What was his name?"

"W-who?"

The next person died with a gurgling scream, throat wrenched back to show the bone of the spinal cord as it jutted out in an unappealing manner. The crowd began to erupt in chaos, heading towards the exit in equal fervor, but in an instant she picked each of them off in a methodical, quiet ease that showed that she had done this before, many times. The title of civilian no longer mattered to her here, anyway. She was one of them; pretending to be, at least.

The last man was the one who had fallen, unmoving. She stepped closer and realized that he had stabbed a knife into his own heart, leaking blood and closing his eyes in a relieved and decided acceptance. She moved past him, observed the sacrifice on the altar one final time, and then unlatched the cage by breaking the lock apart with her fingers.

Sakura pulled open the gate and perched carefully next to the cage, tapping one bar to make a clinking noise.

"Hello," she murmured. The unnamed child looked back at her, unsure of whether to trust her or not. She knew how to treat for safety, however, and began gesturing for him to get out. "My name is-"

She paused for a fraction of a second, then continued easily, "Ra. What is yours?"

As she spoke her hands drew up and began glowing in a soft, healing light, pale green flooding into him and soaking up the damage. The assessment in his gaze quickly disappeared and the boy relaxed almost instantly, falling limp in her arms. The shaking shoulders told her that he had not been granted kindness for a long time, and with that she drew back and repeated the question.

"I'm making sure that you have not been injured with head trauma or have excessively undergone stress. It is a precaution as a healer. Please, tell me your name."

Bruises. Superficial cuts along his legs. Dark blood stains coming from the lower half of his body that told of internal rupturing. The child seemed to be favoring his back at the moment, towards the left side of his body. He did not show her it, but she knew there was something there.

The explanation cleared some of the haze and the boy sat up a bit straighter, mouth forming the words and stuttering through: "I-I am..."

His eyes roved over to the dead body on the altar, and he began shaking again. Sakura then remodeled her question: "Then, if it's alright with you, please tell me that boy's name. Any fond memory you have of him, tell me that too."

"...Ciel," he whispered finally, lips parting. "His name is Ciel. He was really strong, and he said that he would come with me and start a toy store when we became older."

"I see. He sounds like a wonderful brother. I am honored to know that."

She briefly assessed him as he gave a vague response. "A little tired, which we can fix as soon as you get back home," she grinned suddenly, clapping her hands together. He jumped. She crouched down and picked him up, much to his surprise. He tensed up a bit as she shifted around a bit so she could carry him on her back, but otherwise he remained calm.

This statement alone seemed to be the final catalyst to his shock. He began sobbing into her clothes as she stayed there with him, huddling deep in the craving for positive reinforcement. Sakura passed one hand over him again, checking through his arteries and organs without a single step of hesitation.

She finally stood up, helping him keep upright.

Her tongue drew over her teeth and she bared her face with a silent scowl, facing the unknown presence. She could feel it lurking still, waiting for its chance to come down. Her eyes widened with bloodlust and the boy behind her shivered, though he did not flinch. The room trembled as her magic billowed out, burning its grip deep into her skin and clinging tight. The tattoos on her forehead and upper arms started to form, black rivulets inking its way in.

Her hand flickered, and just like that the two disappeared.

Human eyesight may have struggled to find chakra, but once the two left a burning sensation made its way across the demon's back, and his eyes tracked where they had gone, heading at an inhuman speed towards the north. Recognizing two things, he started off and began moving leisurely after them. He had found this prey first and he was not keen on letting such a person take his chance away.

The twin's body lay still, and yet once the summoning had been formed the contract had been set for the child to fulfill. It would not be complete until the wishes were set.

The three left remaining were finally set.

-Reminder-

Sakura had not gotten there in time.

She had noticed the chakra signals dropping off one by one and departed as soon as she could, but there were barriers pulled up that she didn't understand and could not break through fast enough. However, she found an opening as soon as she felt it and shunshined her way inside.

They called it magic here in this world, strange happenings that were unexplainable to them but clear as day to her. The demons did not use any sort of ninjutsu that she knew from her old world, but the genjutsu they simply called 'illusions' were hailed as black magic and caused the fearful people of Britain to call them witches. It was a truly backwards country, but she stayed anyway.

She had only managed to save one of the two remaining. And that, in her eyes, was a failure. She felt incredibly useless and guilty of wallowing in her sorrows, so she uncorked a bottle of bitter-tasting alcohol that she had nabbed from the kitchen pantry within the Phantomhive mansion and downed it in one go.

After she cleaned the remainder of the wreckage up - there were bloodstains that even she could not remove, and those she covered up with carpet and furniture - and sent the boy off to bed, she pulled a blanket to the way-too-expensive couch and settled down as best she could. She put her face in her hands and did her best to breathe evenly, deep exhales of air to try and calm herself.

She knew what had happened. His chakra levels had shown severe signs of distress, both physical and mental damage in only a half hour. Trauma would definitely occur. Over the amount of bodies around the room, she could see similar marks on each of the children. The particular boy on the altar she instantly recognized as soon as she matched the body and face together, marking them as twins. In her split-second observation, she knew that one would definitely not survive.

She had retrieved the ring from her brother's corpse after seeing it in his system and decided to have it in safekeeping for now. Letting him see it would only worsen his state. She messed with her hair for a bit, trying to sort her thoughts out properly. There were more pressing matters at hand that she had to think through rationally, especially regarding that energy she felt when she noticed the other signal nearby.

By the time she had gotten to the cathedral, there was already one other outside signal trying to find a way in. She had fought with it for a brief moment, but in the end she had gotten the signal quicker than it had and she pulled herself to Ciel's side. It had lingered for a while longer before leaving, but Sakura had the sinking feeling that it had not given up its target just yet. She could not tell if it meant harm, but she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up when she had contact with its power.

It was terrifying.

She waited until she could feel the boy's signals even out before heading upstairs once again. She did not know if he was still terrified of her yet, but she knew that if she tried too hard to help it would backfire. Some people, when pushed too hard, would snap. She had seen it before, and she was not going to attempt to treat an injured civilian until he knew exactly what she was. After all, magic wasn't common enough in this world to be accepted at first sight, and he had seen too much in one day.

She passed one glowing green hand over his body, fading whatever cuts and bruises he had littered on his body. Her face changed minutely, knowing by the marks where exactly he had been violated. She placed one hand under him and felt for any remaining swelling on his back where the brand had marked him. His breathing evened out once she healed it over, and she got up slowly to leave.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him, closing the door behind her. She inhaled and set her shoulders. Tomorrow would be a better day for both of them.

Rest came quickly, but it was then that she felt the tingling of something caressing her skin, which she ignored while thinking it had been the wind coming in through the window. If she had been thinking straight, she would've known that she had closed all of the windows beforehand while maintaining the house's condition.

She did not stir.

Sakura didn't remember drifting off, but when she woke up the light was trickling in through the windows and she squinted out blearily.

She stared outside at the rising sun for a while, arm half outstretched. She'd have to get up and make breakfast soon. She didn't think the boy ate anything yesterday, and she was sure he'd be hungry now. She got up and fumbled off to where she thought the kitchen would be, yawning as she went.

She'd learned that the food in Britain was amazing compared to the war rations she'd grown so used to back home, but nothing would compare to Ichiraku's ramen. She opened the fridge and examined its contents, assessing. She had grown accustomed to British recipes, so she decided on eggs, toast, and the various fruits that were still fresh.

She was alerted to the sound of the door opening in the room above just as she had moved to the dining room, and she turned just as the kid came sprinting. "...Mother? Father! I had the most terrible dream, it was-"

His throat caught, staring wide-eyed at her as Sakura blinked back at him slowly.

"I'm sorry," she said, refusing to sound apologetic but empathetic instead. "I know."

She pulled a chair out and guided him gently without speaking a word. His eyes had faded over once again, and the thought crossed her mind that he was detaching to keep away from his current memories, subconsciously separating the thought of his family from the horrors of his experience. She set a plate out in front of him and then moved her own so it was across from his.

"Eat," she commanded, moving his hand so that it held his fork. "Don't think. Just eat."

And after a moment of hesitation, starting off robotically, he began to eat. He stabbed at a strawberry and bit off the end, mouth moving slowly as if he were relearning the taste. He took another. And another. Two minutes into his breakfast like a switch that had just gone off, he started to choke in loud, strangling sobs, shoveling egg into his mouth in as unmannerly of a way as he possibly could. Sakura watched him go at it with only a tightening feeling in her chest, letting him continue.

There was something terribly beautiful about loss, she thought. Once you've felt it, nothing will ever be as scary as the first time. It's a sharp-speared memory that yields again and again, like a wound that continues to be aggravated until it festers. She's seen it firsthand in every waking moment of her previous life. Yet it still hurts when she sees him cry, and she stands to clear his face of tears with a white handkerchief.

"I want to see them." His first words to her were not too surprising, barely composed as he continued to hiccup quietly, but Sakura nodded.

"I've sent them to the Undertaker. He's probably finished with them by now."

There were many things she'd learned while staying here in London that weren't even thought of in Konoha. Although they did preserve bodies, ninjas more often than not burned them or stored them in scrolls so they could move them quickly off-scene or for examination. Here, they embalmed or froze the body and placed them into caskets, scattered with flowers like war heroes. Their tradition treated the dead much better in this place. Sakura pulled him up, noticing that he was still in his nightshirt. "Oh, right. I'll dress you."

She held her hand out to him. The boy stared at it dumbly, and Sakura waited. "Come on. No need to wait."

When he did take her hand, tentatively, she smiled and tugged. No more needed to be said. He held her hand just a bit tighter, kept his head just a bit higher, and Sakura knew that in time he would be alright again.

"How did you know where I live?" He asked her, later, when she had managed to figure out how the heck men's garments were put on with his clumsy managing. She made a face when he laughed at her, but they both knew that she was trying hard not to laugh too.

"Everyone knows where the Phantomhives live," she responded, hiding a chuckle. It wasn't too far off the mark, either. Sakura had managed to blend in pretty well now, and she had learned to remember all the main roads. Her smile dimmed as his eyes glanced away.

Konoha did not believe in the afterlife, and they only had a vague expectation for the soul. Sakura realized how much it meant to Britain, its culture, and how it gave hope to its inhabitants. As soon as she had neared that looming mansion in the distance, his soul seemed to resonate in content, a melancholy feeling of silence in his turbulent mind. She did not believe in it herself, but as she stared at him she knew that it didn't matter anyway.

Maybe, for now, she could find her place again.

Wow, that was a ride. Even if it came out dog shit, I'm honestly proud that I finished this chapter. Thanks for reading this extremely puzzling crossover that even I have no idea how it came to fruition.

I have no clue if anyone still reads Black Butler fanfiction anymore, but I'm pretty sure the Naruto fandom is still huge af.