Green Eyes and Cat Ears:A Kuroshitsuji fan-fiction.

Synopsis: While on the run from the brutal men that killed her parents, a young woman, Ellia, prays for an angel to rescue her from certain death. What she gets in return, though, is an attractive demon she finds herself guiltily drawn to.

To be safe, I'm rating this M for future chapters, as I do not know for sure what twists and turns this story will take.

Author's Note: Kuroshitsuji is property of Yana Toboso. Also, I am not an expert writer, so don't expect this story to be perfectly written.

Chapter One: Timid Designer

The bullets from their guns seemed to move slowly. Ellia swore she could see them, see them as they pierced the flesh of her dearest relatives. She watched in horror as they were slain, frozen with shock. The gunmen outside had shot through the window that exposed the living room to some degree to the night scene beyond.

The sound of a carriage being driven away echoed in the young woman's ears as she gazed at the corpses of her parents. She didn't want to believe what just happened actually happened, but it did. The men showing up at her house, the shattering glass announcing death to all inside, it was because of her father. He'd been involved in drug trafficking, big time.

Ellia knew this for years but there wasn't much she could do to help him other than getting him arrested. And no daughter, not one that cared as much as Ellia did, wanted that. Her mother had known too, even done a few errands for him years back. But this business, the business that afforded them the house and luxuries they had, was what had just gotten them killed. Ellia's feet seemed glued to the floor of the hallway. Her location had saved her, for she was not visible from the window, hidden beside an interior wall.

She was too shocked to cry for all she did was stare. Until she heard it. Purring.

Ellia looked down and saw her cat, Gatlin, looking up at her with bright yellow eyes. Her white fur had a bit of blood on it in places from being close to her parents when the shots were fired.

The cat purred loudly, nudging her owner's ankle with her face. "It's just us now," Ellia said sadly, picking her treasured pet up off the floor. She held her cat in a firm embrace, holding her against the material of her blue ruched-skirt dress. The cat meowed as if to say, "I know."

Ellia wasn't sure if the men would come back to the house or not, so she decided to leave. But her decision didn't come fast enough. Outside she heard horses again and realized they'd returned.

"Why didn't you tell me before that the cheating bastard had a daughter?" one of them said angrily, approaching the front door.

"I'd forgotten till now," the other man explained. "It won't take long, though. She's only seventeen."

The other man was silent for a moment, and Ellia's heart sank when she heard faint laughing and something along the lines of, "No, not long at all."

Panicking, she ran to the back door of the house, Gatlin in her arms, and bolted down the alley. It was dark and hard to see, and all she could do was pray she was fast, that she wouldn't trip over anything, that she would get away safely. Her heart pounded in her head as she ran as fast as she could. Then another sound entered her ears. Footfalls. Behind her.

They'd heard her and were now in pursuit, to Ellia's horror. She didn't look back, though. She didn't want to know how many were after her. She knew they had guns but for some reason they weren't shooting. She guessed they wanted to spend some time with her before killing her, as awful a thought as that was.

"Please God," Ellia whispered desperately, "please, help me! I don't want to die! Send an angel, anyone!"

Ellia's feeling of pure doom only worsened when she looked around quickly as she ran, realizing there was literally no one out on the streets. She didn't live in the most populated neighborhood, so no doubt no one heard the shots. And if they did...well, these guys would catch her and kill her before they thought to call the police to investigate.

She rounded the corner of a brick building and slammed full speed into another wall. She yelped and fell back, crashing into the stone ground. Gatlin jumped from her arms and sat quietly beside her, waiting for her to recover and stand.

Ellia looked up to see what she'd hit, exactly. It'd felt different from the bricks-

"Oh my God I'm sorry!" she exclaimed quickly, staring up at the man standing in front of her. He was clad entirely in black, and had to be THE most attractive person she'd ever laid eyes on. Ellia's attraction only lasted a moment, though, because her current situation came back to mind. This guy looked strong, maybe he would help?

"Sir, please, there are these men trying to kill me, and-"

"There's the little bitch!" came a voice across the street. Two men followed the source, armed with pistols. They sounded...beyond angry.

Urgency in her tone, Ellia pleaded with the stranger. "Can't you do any-"

"Is that your cat?" he asked suddenly, looking, intrigued, down at the white-furred animal.

Ellia hesitated, caught between shock, terror, and confusion. "Y-yes. Why does it matter?"

"She's beautiful," the man said, eying the creature appreciatively.

Ellia was bewildered, to say the least. Was this guy just messing with her? Did he plan to save her? Or maybe, was he one of them, trying to trick her?

She watched as the man in black knelt down, petting her beloved treasure with an almost kind expression. The cat purred and nuzzled against his hand. This, too, just like the shooting minutes before, seemed to happen in slow motion. Was it because she was convinced she was going to die?

Probably not. As, she'd been told when you're about to die, you see images of loved ones. Well, she heard the first gunshot behind her, and all she saw was a man petting a cat.

Another gun was fired and the bullet flew by her head, so close she felt the wake of air around it. She yelped in fear and covered her head with her hands, still on the ground. She began to shake from fear. More shots were fired, and she tensed instantly, waiting for the pain of the bullets as they hit her.

But none did.

All at once the shots ceased, and she heard something fall behind her. When it remained silent for a few more seconds, she uncovered and turned around. All three of the men were dead, bleeding out onto the street.

Beside her stood the man in black, watching them for another moment before turning to her. Ellia could only stare at him, wide-eyed.

After five seconds that felt like eternity, she managed to ask in a weak voice, "Did YOU do that?"

The man showed barely a smirk at her question, but didn't answer it. Not that it mattered. That smirk, it was just so... Oh God the fear had worn off. Lust replaced it now, and the fact she couldn't explain the sudden switch bothered her on a deep level. Here her parents had just died, and her only thought was of what this mysterious man would be like in-

"What's your name?" he asked, breaking her train of thought. Ellia hesitated, trying to keep herself from getting too worked up. She felt like she wanted to cry, scream, and yet sleep with this man all at the same time. God damn. Hormones were annoying.

"Ellia, sir," she whispered. Gatlin stared at her when she spoke, almost as if she knew what was going through her mind. If her mother knew the kind of thoughts she was having at such a time...it would be downright shameful.

These are the kind of thoughts that get people into hell, Ellia thought quickly, trying to stop herself from blushing too much (and failing) as she gazed at her handsome savior.

Of course, if Ellia had known her savior was a demon, she would've most willingly gone on thinking such horrible, intense, and delightfully sinful things.

Suddenly she saw a hand before her. Her savior was offering her help to stand, and with a shy expression she took it, looking away from him once she was on her feet. He seemed to notice this, but didn't comment.

"Thank you so much for...whatever you just did," Ellia said, confused, since she hadn't seen what he'd actually done to the men to kill them. "I, um..."

The man watched her as she fiddled with her thumbs, clearly nervous. He glanced down at her pet, the cat who was now staring up at him with her yellow eyes. By the silence it appeared she'd changed her mind about saying anything further, so he walked past her to leave.

Almost instantly she turned, watching with panic as he left her. "Wait!"

He did just that, standing quietly, until facing her again, looking expectant. She wondered momentarily what other business he'd have to attend to so late at night that would make him leave a disheveled woman alone out in the street.

"Please, I...could you, I mean, my parents, I don't have anywhere to-"

Luckily for Ellia the stranger knew exactly what had happened to her. He smirked and gestured subtly for her to follow. The young woman instantly smiled in gratitude and picked up Gatlin, bringing her along. Wherever he was leading her, it was better than staying out at night alone. And he seemed trustworthy, since he'd just saved her from assault and a horrible, painful death.

As she walked behind him, she smiled to herself, thanking God in her mind. You really did send an angel, didn't you? she thought, hugging Gatlin closer to her chest.

Of course, the man in black was the complete opposite of angelic, but Ellia wouldn't find this out until it was too late. Whether or not this would be a good thing was something only her conscience would be able to tell.

"I'm not sure this is, um...my type of thing," Ellia said, looking with disdain at the black dress she was wearing. It was professional-looking, something Maylene had picked out for her. Upon arriving at the Phantomhive household, Sebastian sent her off with the other servants to help her with her desired role. There was already a maid, a cook, and a gardener. Sebastian did everything else, though there was room for a designer for both the personal needs of the house as well as the company.

When Ellia mentioned her late mother's career in design, Ellia became a quick asset to the house. It would be more beneficial to have an outfit consultant on hand rather than calling one in, and the deal got sweeter when she explained her well-practiced skill in sewing.

After being introduced to Ciel and the servants by Sebastian, Ellia became determined to help out as much as she could to repay her debt to the butler.

"Of course it is," Maylene said. "It looks good on you. It matches your hair color." Ellia's hair was as jet black as a raven's feather, went to the middle of her back, and her eyes were the brightest green. She wasn't fond of dark colors but decided not to complain too much.

"What's Sebastian like?" she asked. The man hadn't said anything on their way to the mansion. He'd only stated his name and that of Ciel's when she'd asked, trying to be friendly.

Maylene was the first to chime in with "perfect." Bard said he was excellent with everything he did for the Young Master, including cooking and taking care of him in general. Finny commented that he was always watching out for Ciel, which was really admirable.

Ellia smiled. "So he's a cool guy, huh?" She looked down at Gatlin, who hadn't left her side for even a moment since she entered the house.

Gatlin meowed and nuzzled her ankle, clearly happy. Ellia giggled. "You like him too?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, one she'd of inevitably faced, being the "new girl" in the house. A part of her felt the need to explain herself.

"Well I do owe him a lot. He saved me from those men," she said quietly, eyes sweeping over the details of the dress as it was adjusted. It was to be her daily work uniform. A couple of other dresses, some black and a few in other colors, all dark to her dismay, were also going to be ordered.

"Why were they after you in the first place?" Finny asked.

"They killed my parents because of...their line of work...and decided to get rid of me, too."

"You don't sound very upset, considering it happened just last night," Bard said.

Ellia was silent, realizing the feeling of loneliness and despair over their deaths hadn't really sunk in yet. It was a delayed reaction due to the shock, she believed. She was fearful, though, as to when the feelings would show themselves.

"In time it will probably come back to me," she said casually, trying not to ruin the mood.

"Well today's a new day, so do your best," Finny encouraged with a smile, clearly happy there was a new servant to get to know.

"I'm not sure I'll be any more valuable than you three," Ellia stated. "I mean, you all have important jobs. Being a designer is nothing special."

"It might not be vital for wardrobe on a daily basis, but it's significant for the company the Young Master owns. It has a professional yet welcoming feel to it, catering to everyone with its food and to children with its toys. If you can balance that in your designs, you'll fit right in here," Bard said.

"Well, who was in charge of that before I arrived last night?" Ellia asked.

"The Young Master usually made those decisions, sometimes with counsel from Sebastian," Finny said. "But now that you're here, it will make things easier for him."

"Besides managing...what did you call it? The Funtom Company...what else does he do?"

"He runs errands within England," Maylene said, though seeming reluctant to give away more than that.

Ellia was going to inquire as to what kind of errands the boy did, but was interrupted by Gatlin. The cat suddenly meowed very loudly, as if she wanted to get her attention.

"Aww, you must be hungry," Ellia said, picking up her beloved pet. "Do you want something?"

Bard spoke up, "There's some cat food stored in the pantry. Though, I don't see why. Young Master doesn't own any cats."

"Mind if I get some for Gatlin?" Ellia asked, testing out taking a few steps now that her uniform had been completely adjusted.

"I can get you what you need for the cat," Finny volunteered. Ellia smiled but shook her head. "Thank you, but that's alright. I have to learn my way around here somehow, don't I? I don't want to be a bother and ask Mr. Sebastian for a tour, so I'll just learn on my own."

The servants let her go, all seeming at least somewhat happy she was there. Ellia thought it was nice they were such kind people. She still felt indebted to the mysterious angel God had sent to help her, but maybe over time, working in this household, she could repay that debt.

As she walked alone down the hall, she listened carefully to how many steps she took, trying to remember the distance between rooms. The house was huge so it would probably take a while.

After walking aimlessly for about fifteen minutes, Ellia finally found the kitchen. The pantry was a collection of shelves and cupboards completely separate from the main part of the kitchen. She began opening doors to search for the cat food, and found it easily. It was in a small green bag. She picked it up and set it atop a shelf, proceeding to look for a bowl to put it in.

There were a dozen or so different cupboards that could've held dishes and plates. Ellia chose one at random and opened it. There was a neatly stacked pile of white plates, spotlessly clean.

She smiled and reached for the one on the top. She'd just gotten her slender fingers beneath one to bring it down when a sudden sound caused her to jump. Gatlin's loud meow had frightened her in the deathly quiet room, causing her to drop the expensive-looking dish. Sure there were dozens more, but that didn't make her feel any better. They weren't her dishes to break.

The sound of the fine china shattering on the hard floor seemed to echo excruciatingly loudly. She winced at the noise, turning to look at her cat, wanting to know what had caused her sudden cry for attention.

Gatlin wasn't looking at her owner, though. She was looking at the doorway into the kitchen. Afraid to turn around but doing so anyway, Ellia looked to see who'd witnessed her act of clumsiness.

Oh heavens it was Sebastian. Of all people to make a fool of myself in front of, Ellia thought nervously.

"Having trouble?" he asked, a small smirk on his face. It wasn't a very friendly expression, though Ellia didn't want to make him anymore angry than he probably already was. Not even in the house for a full day and she'd already broken something, she felt like an idiot.

"I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly. "It was an accident. I came to get Gatlin some food, and..." She trailed off mid-sentence when he began walking toward her, taking slow and somehow intimidating steps.

What made her freak out inside was that he didn't say anything as he approached. Frozen where she was, Ellia merely stood there in her ebony dress, lower back against the counter. When he was two feet away and closing, she instinctively turned her head away from him, eyes shut. Her hands at her sides closed into fists. Her entire posture gave the message that she was expecting punishment of some kind.

This thought stemmed from her father's occasional snaps of temper. If he'd had a particularly bad day in the trafficking business, he'd usually take it out verbally on his wife, and when he thought Ellia wasn't looking, physically, too. But she did see, saw it every time. And so, if anyone ever raised their hand to her or got too close, she immediately flinched away, fearful. Witnessing domestic abuse at age six had the potential to do that to a girl.

The footsteps ceased and she felt the whole front of her body grow warm, which was odd because she was wearing a dress of thicker material. She heard the dishes above her rattle slightly, and opened her eyes to see what the man was doing. He wasn't going to harm her with one, was he?

Once her green eyes looked forward, she saw what he'd done. Without a sound he'd picked up all the shards of the plate that had fallen, leaving no trace of the mishap. How he'd done it so quickly she didn't know.

Then the butler had decided to help her in retrieving a dish for her cat. He'd not tried to move her, but rather he stood before her, reaching above her to get the plate. He was so close to her, though, and his own body being that near to hers was causing her lithe figure to become warm.

Bringing the dish down, he took a small step back and held it out for her to take. Sebastian smiled politely, though there was something about it that seemed teasing, as well. "Is this want you wanted, Miss Ellia?"

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came. She knew she was blushing, which was embarrassing enough, but now she was so flustered that her vocal cords refused to obey her. She was hoping Gatlin would do something to take the man's attention off of her, but the cat did nothing.

With slightly shaking hands she took the plate, and drummed up enough courage to speak after what seemed like an eternity just looking at him. Of course, looking at him didn't bother her one bit. Those red eyes, she felt like she could stare into them for hours.

"Y-yes, thank you," she said quietly, forcing a small smile. He appeared amused at her reaction to him, which made her wonder if his move to close the gap between them was just for the purpose of messing with her.

He backed off and watched her for a moment longer as she placed some of the food on the dish for her cat, noticing that the young woman was avoiding eye contact.

Gatlin watched him the entire time, yellow eyes focused. Sebastian didn't say anything further, though, and was out the door a few seconds later.

After feeding her cat and wandering the house with Gatlin in her arms, she was brought to her work-room by Bard, which had been prepared by Maylene and Finny. It was simply decorated with the colors blue and black. There was a large desk in place for her to work on, as well as other tools, materials for sewing and clothing, special paper, and important resources and contacts a designer would need. Ellia thanked the servants kindly for their help, and sat down to work.

It took her an entire three hours to finish one complete outfit idea, which was horrible pacing. In her own defense she blamed the Young Master's butler, since he'd been so distracting earlier that day.

She ran her fingers through her long black hair and sighed. "Oh, why me, Gatlin? Thinking about that man, it's so troublesome. It'd probably be better if I never got that close to him again."

The white cat, curled up on one side of her desk, only purred, moving her tail as she watched her owner sitting in her chair, clearly stressed out and deep in thought. "You're right, he probably already has someone he likes. A girl like me doesn't have a chance."

She sighed from fatigue and looked back down at her sketches. "Well, at least he'll be nice to look at."

Later that day once evening had fallen, Ellia went straight to bed. She was told that the room she'd stayed in her first night was to be hers permanently, so she made sure to remember its location. With Gatlin in her arms she made her way down the hall to her room, looking forward to sleep. Her anticipation for sweet dreams, though, was ruined, for as the moon moved across the sky, her eyes never stayed closed for more than a second. Sleep never came, not even a wink.

Her second night in the Phantomhive household became one of the longest nights of her life. What she didn't know was that it was only one of many to come.

Sadly, this story was the result of a scrapped fan-fic idea a week ago. I had started writing an amazing path-fic, one where the reader would decide her fate through choices with one of the four main characters of the two seasons ~ Ciel, Sebastian, Alois, and possibly Claude, but after reading this site's rules I discovered they don't allow that kind of story. I was discouraged but did not want to give up, still wanting to write a Kuroshitsuji fic. I settled on a romantic fic centered on Sebastian and an OC, because there's already a great deal of fics with him and Ciel. Hope you like it!

Reviews would be loved. =D