Hello, guys! Forgive me if I write anything wrong, because English is not my first language. This makes this fanfiction really difficult because the magic in Kuroshitsuji is in its fancy and categorical way. But I will do my best!

I also changed some of the aspects from the anime, mixing a bit with the manga or just make it a little different. For example, even though this takes place after the Ash and Angela plot, Pluto is alive. And Ciel doesn't consider Alois the one he is supposed to kill, he just has a strong rivalry with him.

The actual pairings are: GrellxWilliam, SomaxAgni, with hints of AloisxClaude, BardxFinny, EricxAlan, CielxElizabeth (or CielxSebastian, I'm trying to make the characters act almost like the manga, which means that their love sometimes will go slow, so they don't look OOC , and that will make you get confused of what actual couple it is). I still haven't decided who are the others that will also get attention… If someone is interested in any other pairing, tell me and I'll see what I can do! But please, comment!

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"Good morning, young master."

Ciel Phantomhive sighed in his bed, still not opening his eyes. The mornings always started this way... Sebastian walked towards the shadows of his room, crossing the red carpet and the wooden floor, finally reaching the curtains and opening then in a fast, precise movement of his hands. The demon had a machiavellian smile on his lips while he spoke with his baritone voice the tasks of the day. The king bed of the earl was a pure mess, with all of the sheets spread across the floor. When the light touched the face of the boy, he put his arm over the face, preventing the sun rays to burn his pupil.

He stretched the arm to get the eyepatch on the nightstand, easily sliding it over his right eye, listening to the endless speech of his butler. Michaelis then stopped and got the tray that was on the trolley, revealing a teapot right beside a small cup, with a delicious meal that he was able to save from Meyrin's attempts to ruin and Bard's hungry hands. The small person kicked some of the blankets away, holding into the structure of the bed to pull himself up and sit next to the silver cart, blinking until the vision become bearable.

"Today we will have rye bread with soft-boiled eggs and grape jelly –squeezed right from our garden-" He kept talking even after the bite the boy took on the toast, making a very unpleasant noise. "And fennel tea, to mix with the cheerful and colorful… Yet bitter day." And with this he unbuttoned his coat, searching between the pocket-watch, pen and silverware, removing a newspaper. Ciel swallowed the food, then taking the object from his servant's hand, opening and reading the front page.

"I see… The ball on London." It was right in the headline. All the counts, dukes, viscounts and part of the royal Guard were murdered in a massacre that happened at the grand reunion in one of the most beautiful castles of one of the head ministers of England. "… Only famous, rich and people who played part on the politics were aloud there. And yet, one of them turned against all the others and destroyed the castle, leaving no survivors, but stealing all the money that was being raised for the homeless since the great fire…" The Phantomhive ceased for some seconds to take a gulp of the tea, before continuing the reading. "… that killed many and ravished houses early this year." He stopped there when noticed that the other two paragraphs described how the victims were killed, in a not comfortable but fast, almost instant way.

"People are calling him… Silent Death."

"Yes." Replied Sebastian, using the knife to pass some of the home-made jelly on the bread, before gently pressing it against his master's mouth, hearing the chew he made on each bite. "He seemed to have attacked before, but never of this magnitude."

Ciel, after finishing his meal and letting the brunette dress him on the usual dark blue shorts and shirt, matching the cape and the hat, stared at the butler with a tedious look, showing off his attitude.

"Why should I care about this?"

The demon turned the edge of his lips up, sweetly opening his mouth, on a non-teeth smile. From his still unbuttoned coat, the removed a thin letter, with a red symbol made of wax, the symbol of the England royalty.

"Because the Queen does."

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"Oh, so She wants our help, Claude?" Asked the blonde boy, smiling to his butler, placing his elbow on the top of the table, ignoring the perfect and delicious breakfast, focusing on the yellow eyes of Faustus. The man just kept staring at the nothing in front of him, blinking slowly. The demon then raised his hand, just to move it smoothly through his tuxedo, removing some absent dust.

"Apparently, yes." The man replied, feeling the slight breeze on his black locks. The golden iris in an amazing speed fixed on an almost closed window, but he did not move to fix it.

Alois let out a slow and tempting laugh, blinking a couple of times before looking at the same direction of his servant, annoyed with the birds singing outside, enjoying the free and happy life. One of them landed on the tree and pumped its feathers, when another canary joined and they both begin to gently brush each other. The Trancy look up, straightened himself on the chair and stared at his butler, imaging doing the same thing to him, taking care of him, brushing his hair or just being that hand that removed the not present dirt. Claude seemed to fix his gaze to the animals as well, but not showing any signs of emotion.

Hannah, Canterbury, Thompson and Timber were next to the wall, almost like statues, hiding on the shadows of the room. The maid looked at her master with the only eye she had, making a sad expression, while the triplets were busy seeing a little spider building its web on the other side of the dining-room.

"There is a problem, however" Claude finally said, getting everybody's attention, but only Jim turned to him, smiling when he saw the chance to initiate a conversation with the demon.

"And what problem is that, Claude?" He asked, letting the other's name roll off his tongue.

"The next ceremony there will be made for Viscount Druitt, and he only will allow men if they are accompanied with a lady" He paused there to grab his glasses and a tissue on the left pocket of the suit, whipping away an invisible fog. "That means that I must go with Han-"

"NO!" Alois screamed, before standing up and pushing the porcelain dishes out of his way, hearing the inevitable crack they made the moment they touched the ground, smashing into several pieces and spreading its contents all over the floor. "No! You are not going with her! You are going with me! With me, Claude!" One of the boys in purple tuxedo almost scoot over to clean up the mess before the grape juice touched the carpet, but a quick glance from the Anafeloz stopped him from doing such.

"But, danna-sama—"

"No! I don't care if I will dress up as a woman again! I will go with you, Claude!" The several times the demon heard his new name were already hurting his ears, so he just closed his eyes and sighed. With a movement of the gloved hands, Canterbury was already down picking up the pieces of broken plates. Then the butler was on his knees, with his marked hand gently placed on his chest, in a sign of devotion.

"Yes, your highness."

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"Wiiiiiiill! Will deaaaar! William my looove!"

William sighed, massaging his forehead. The morning always started this way… Hearing Grell's strong but feminine voice through the halls of the shinigami dispatch. If the voice didn't reveal who it was, the high wheels would do the job. The loud clack they made with each step pierced the tympanum of the reaper, only improving his headache. He used his death scythe to pick up a folded and completed report, gently placing it over the done pile, then in a fast movement of fingers the steel object was set firmly next to the square glasses, in a smooth and precise swing, adjusting the lens. The next act was point the weapon to the direction of the door, activating it to reach the entry. When he redhead man walked in, the iron tip of the equipment was the first thing he saw.

"WILL! I got you- GWAH!" Sutcliff screamed before backing away meters, falling down the stairs, with all of his papers flying through the air. William got one of them, pushing the scythe back, glancing quickly with his yellow-green eyes on the lines and on the other's handwriting, noticing the red ink of the pen, as well as the hearts used instead of the dots on the 'i's. Grell stood up very fast, ignoring the injuries, running again in the direction of his boss.

"Good morning, Will dear!" Screamed the feminine man, moving his head around, making the huge hair flow around everywhere, like a rain of blood, almost touching the floor. "I brought you coffee!" And with this he placed a long cup on his superior's table, smiling with the strong shark-like teeth.

"You must do those reports again, honestly, Grell Sutcliff. Those are all written with red ink, as well as filled with sketches of you and that bloody demon, hearts and… Marriage proposals." William raised one eyebrow at that, feeling disgusted. After taking the cup from the reaper's hand, he took a gulp, making a sour face when the liquid went down his body. "You could have brought tea instead, this is too strong."

"Oh! You know I always bring coffee to wake you up on every morning! And Will, those reports are so boring! Those people are nothing! No one knows them!" He puffed, turning his head to the other side, making his hair move and almost touch his boss' head. The redhead crossed his arms, closing his eyes behind the crimson glasses, stepping on the ground with the high wheel, demonstrating his annoyance against the other's decision.

"They die of heart attacks, pneumonia, starved to death… There's no blood, Will!" And with this he got even close to the love of his life, banging his hands on the table, making a scandal. Spears just sighed, not looking into the man's eyes, just focusing on his own job, sitting on the chair and drinking the hot substance.

"There is no art in this job! No screams of agony and pain! No walls painted in lovely red!" And with this the shinigami stopped for a few second, realizing that the other was not paying attention. Grell sat on the table, stretching his leg slowly and seductively, still smiling "You could give me the job at the ball of London… Oh, Will!" He grabbed the strong hand of his passion, squeezing the long fingers, enjoying the few seconds he knew he had, since Spears would soon kick him away. "The other shinigamis told me about the killer's work… Oh! All the floor filled with that red essence, the victims crying, the perfect and precise cuts on their bodies! Oh, Will! Please, let me do—WAH! Not on the face!"

"I have no time for this today, Sutcliff. You were not chosen to perform those missions. You will do as you're told." William just grabbed some of the folded papers on his left, throwing the pages, seeing the redhead crouching on the floor, picking up the information for his job, before rising quickly, moving the long hair around, making the air smell like the strawberries of the shampoo, smiling like the Cheshire cat, blinking fast, showing off the fake eyelashes.

"My dear William is so cold!" It didn't seem to be a complaint, seeing that the shinigami shivered and kept the happy expression. Grell organized the unfinished reports, before using the left hand to adjust the red glassed with the skull pendant, reading the name of the victims and the basic characteristics.

But, on one of the ten humans who were supposed to meet the death, the reaper widened his yellow-green eyes, opening his mouth, revealing the shark teeth, in a mix of horror and sadness.

"William… No! This cannot be! NO!"

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"Agni, look! I can almost touch the ceiling!" Soma screamed, jumping up and down on the big bed Ciel had on the townhouse. The truth is that the roof was way too far, probably meters away from the Asman's extended arm, but the adrenaline taking over his body was so strong he saw everything blurry. The pillows flew everywhere, some hitting objects on the nightstand, making them hit the ground. Good thing that the blankets were already on the floor, which softened the fall.

"My prince, please!" His khansama's voice filled the room, as Agni rushed in, with his open arms, ready to catch his most precious person if Soma lost his balance.

"Please, I beg you, Prince Soma, stop this! You are going to hurt yourself!" He was talking in Bengali, since only he and the 26th child of the King of Bengal were in the whole house. "And you are ruining Master Ciel's bed!"

Agni sighed, still with his arms open, waiting for a disaster. A couple of weeks had passed since he and his prince had returned to England because Soma missed his best friend. His father didn't seem to miss him at all, or not even knowing his existence to actually miss it. The Phantomhive boy was really busy –or just annoyed, although Agni would not tell his beloved that- and didn't have any time to spend with the bored Indian.

"Agni, I won't hurt myself! Join me, let's touch the ceiling together! It's not lunch time yet, so you have plenty of time to play with me!" The voice was dry and Soma was panting as he tried jumping and stretching his hand really high.

His servant was gazing at him, paying attention to the scarf almost escaping from his hips and how the sherwani was crumpling.

"That doesn't mean I have time, my Prince. I am the only servant at the townhouse, so I must do the entire job, which means I have much more to do than just your lunch." His khansama answered, getting a headache for all the hard word he knew he had to perform. That wasn't the problem, the actual reason was that his precious person would be after him all day, terrible bored, begging for attention. This also wasn't the problem, the truth was that Agni would love to be with him all day, but he couldn't. He had to clean up the house, prepare the meals, take care of the garden, do the laundry and so much other things the Hindu was tired just by thinking of them.

"But, Agni! You don't need to do this, I don't want to! You can just- AH!" The boy screamed as his foot got caught between the sheets, stopping his jump in midair, making him fall off the bed. Lucky for him, Agni easily grabbed the boy, one of his hands were on the back part of his knees, while the other was on Soma's back. The prince, desperately trying to hold onto something, hugged his butler's neck and stayed there, breathing hard.

"I don't want to do those things either, my Prince." Agni answered, acting perfectly normal since he was expecting Soma to fall on his open arms at any time. "Sometimes I must do things you don't like…" At this, the khansama paused to sigh sadly. "… But if those things bring you a brighter future, I shall do them."

"T-thank you… Agni." Soma asked, smiling shyly, as he was carried bridal style. The older man nodded, before gently placing his beloved on the ground with so much love and care that Soma felt he was a delicate flower.

"You are welcome, my Prince. Now, I must clean this mess and go down the stairs to do my job, you could go search a book on Master Ciel's—" As Agni was folding the blankets and grabbing the pillow, he noticed his precious person was staring at the window, with an open mouth and widened eyes. The khansama blinked a few times, before standing up and approaching his prince, trying to understand what he saw that was so shocking.

"M-my prince…?" When he gazed at the front yard, he saw and elegant carriage, with some exuberant horses leading it. The animals stopped right on the front gate, snickering and waiting for the next orders.

The next thing they saw –which made Soma shiver- was Sebastian coming out of the carriage, with a small smile on his lips, talking with his master, who came out in a couple of seconds later –that made Soma squirm in joy-.

"Agni! Chibi Ciel is here!" The prince said, clapping, staring at the boy approach the townhouse until he was out of sight, and Soma heard the door open and the Michaelis' scary voice through the hall.

"Agni! You know what that means?" His khansama was about to comment about happiness and his beloved have someone to play, but the Hindu placed his hand over his butler's mouth, preventing him to speak.

"You need to make the bed! Hurry!"

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Tada! This is the end of the first chapter, I hope you guys like it! In case someone is in doubt, no, there are no pairings together yet. I also don't know when I will post another chapter, but if you give me a lot of reviews, I will write it quickly!

I have a question to you guys as well, you see, later some… spicy things will happen, so, would you like me to write a lemon when the time comes?

Also, if anyone is confused with anything, you can ask me! Or, if you find spelling mistakes (and you will) you can tell me as well, it's really hard for me, I wish I had somebody to read if for me before I post it, but I guess I can manage that.

In some parts of the fanfic, I will write more of one couple than the other, so don't be sad if your favorite pairing doesn't get much attention for a while! Oh, and get ready to some action and something big!