A/N: Howdy fanfiction readers! This little adventure is an AU fic of the yaoi variety. It is Ciel and Sebastian centric but may feature a few other individuals in the Kuroshitsuji cast. That is all for now. Enjoy.

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Disclaimer: I find this rather unnecessary anyway so I am only going to include it in this first chapter. Though it goes without saying. . . I do not own Kuroshitsuji, nor am I profiting from this narrative in any manner. Thar.

His lashes fluttered slowly as his tired eyes adjusted to his surroundings, like little black butterflies landing swiftly on sweet smelling morning glories. It was difficult to notice anything other than the boy's left iris, which shone like a sparkling sapphire. It's color was more brilliant than any sky I had seen in my short life. It was clear that his right eye was once the same brilliant blue, some of it was still visible under the white glaze that covered it. This child was partially blind.

The boy glanced ignorantly around the room for a moment before realizing he was in a foreign environment. He sat up quickly, only to find himself grow dizzy and collapse back onto my bed. After his head stopped spinning he tried again but his frail body didn't allow him to budge. I put my hands on either side of his emaciated chest and applied a little pressure, urging him to stay put.

"You really shouldn't move around so much. You're going to exhaust yourself," I told him gently. He stared up at me through his shimmering left eye, having closed his right. "Come now, you must be hungry." He didn't answer, opting instead to glare at me with that beautiful eye. It would have been quite intimidating even, if not for the fact that I seemed to be so captivated by this strange child's eyes.

I took it upon myself to assume he was quite hungry, judging by his scrawny figure. I left him there, trusting him not to try to leave. Not that he could anyway, given the fact that he could barely sit up, let alone stand. I busied myself with making him a chicken sandwich and vegetable soup with a tall glass of milk. I doubted he would be able to eat it all, but at least he'd get proper nutrients that he, undoubtedly, has not gotten in quite some time.

I put his meal on a tray and took it back to my room. He was lying in the same spot I had left him in, his left eye darting rapidly around the room. I set the tray down on my bedside table. He turned his head toward me, still wearing that almost intimidating glare. I put my hands under his arms and grasped his sides as gingerly as I could, fearing that I might break him if I was too rough. I lifted him up into a sitting position. He still didn't make a sound. I set the tray on his lap, but kept the milk on the table. His little legs were shaking so badly I was sure it would have fallen over if I left it on the clattering tray.

"Well?" I questioned when he didn't move, "Aren't you hungry?" He remained silent, staring down at the tray in horror, as if he had a bleeding fetus resting in his lap. Surely his stomach hadn't shrunk so much that merely looking at food made the boy ill?

Without much thought, I reached for his plate and tore a small piece off of the sandwich. I brought it to his trembling lips. He backed away at first but once the smell of the freshly cut chicken breasts and tomatoes wafted into his nose, he opened his mouth just enough for me to place the tiny morsel on his tongue. He chewed and swallowed the offering quickly. After having a bit of a taste, he greedily got to work feasting on the rest of my food.

Even though he couldn't eat it all, he managed to finish three quarters of the sandwich and half of the soup. He didn't get too far with the milk, after a few sips he found himself far too full. I could tell he was nauseous by the way he moved his hand to rest on his belly.

I took the tray away, placing it on my kitchen counter to clean up later. Right now, I had a more pressing matter to tend to. I returned to my room to find the boy sighing contentedly, his eyes closed tightly. I was almost positive that he wouldn't have done that had he known I was standing there.

I cleared my throat to get his attention. He jolted briefly, turning his head frantically to look, or rather glare, at me. I approached my bed, setting a glass of water down beside him.

"So, I was kind enough to feed you and allow you to sleep in my bed. Can I have a name at least?" I asked sweetly. It wasn't like me to be so charitable. I must be out of sorts.

The boy sat there uselessly for some time, his blind eye still covered by his beautiful pale eyelid. I sighed when I realized he wasn't going to speak. Perhaps he was mute? Wouldn't that just be the most unfortunate turn of events? One would think being partially blind was bad enough. If he is mute, is he educated enough to be able to communicate through notes?

What I found myself most curious about, however, was the reason I was so entranced by this half blind street urchin. I still had no clue as to why I bothered to help him in the first place. Honestly, I have a life of my own to worry about. Now, I have to care for this mysterious child as well. What on earth am I doing?

"Ciel. . ." He muttered. I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't catch it. But at least I knew he wasn't mute.

"Pardon?" I asked, hoping that he would be cooperative and repeat it.

"Ciel," he said again, much louder. Ciel? Is he French, I wonder? That is certainly an interesting name. It has the air of an aristocrat about it. Of course, that is just speculation on my part. I suppose it doesn't really prove anything about the boy's parentage.

"Well Ciel, it's nice to meet you, I am Sebastian Michaelis," I said, extending my left hand out to him. He just stared at it skeptically. Okay, perhaps he wasn't aristocrat.

"What do you want with me?" He asked, his expression serious and his voice surprisingly low for a boy of his age. How old is he anyway? I stared down at him, my face surely conveying my confusion well.

"What do you mean?" I asked with an innocent smile. He scowled.

"Why did you really bring me here? Whatever it is, please get to it, I'm growing impatient." His voice rang loudly throughout my small bedroom. It was a demanding voice, one clearly belonging to an enforcer, not simply a helpless child.

"Well, I believe I already have 'gotten to it', as you say. I brought you here because I wanted to help you. Is it so difficult to believe that I might not wish to see a child die in the streets?" He scoffed.

"Do you think you're being noble?" Ciel asked sarcastically after a moment. I almost couldn't believe my ears. Was this child really so insolent as to get cocky with a stranger who very well may have saved his life. "Did you consider that I was exactly where I wanted to be and you stole me away from it?" I chuckled lightly as he turned his angry glare to his own tiny hands. I think I understand now.

"I am sorry if you are disappointed. But you won't be going anywhere for a while. Once you are well enough to stand, you are welcome to leave. Until then, I recommend you stay put and get some rest," I said, helping him lie back down. What a bothersome child. He sighed in defeat. It was obviously clear to him that I was right. Until he was able to stand again, he wouldn't be going anywhere without my help. He closed his left eye and snuggled a little further into my comforter.

I flipped the light off and left him in peace. I tended to the dirty dishes I'd left in the kitchen earlier, finding it to be quite a waste to throw out the bits that he couldn't finish. It wasn't until I finished tidying up the family room that I realized I had neglected my work. It was quite late and I was exhausted but it couldn't be put off any longer. It seems that, due to my sudden charitable impulses, I wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.

A/N: Hmm, this wasn't all that long, was it? Well, hope you liked it anyhow. It's kind of funny, for the longest time I couldn't imagine Ciel being anything other than upper class. Recently though, this kind of scenario has intrigued me. Read & review please! ^w^