Ok, for all you out there that actually read the A/N. You never guess how I came up with this story,.. I had never thought I would dare myself in writing a Kuro story, just because the characters are so complicated for me I think,.. But here I am, trying to write a fanfic of Kuro,.. Anyway I was home and real bored so I just kept changing channels on the TV and one of those channels showed the child program: 'The Backyardigans'. For the ones that don't know it, its about a couple of bears, I guess, in the form of a hippo, a penguin, a moose, a kangaroo and a uniqua (no-one knows what it is). Anyway they pretend to go on the most awesome adventures and stuff, and the one I saw was with a pirate ship,.. I was totally horrified,.. I was like,.. Hell no, that has to be Sebby,.. And then my mind, as weird and annoying it sometimes can be, went into overdrive and well that's how it started,.. lol,..

Hope you enjoy this, and tell me what you think,.. how I can improve,.. cause like I told before,.. the characters are hard on me,..!

Chapter 1:

'How long had it been since he had seen the outside of this room, had seen the outside of this cage? A day, a week, a month, no, it had been years. Three years to be exact. Three years of torture, rape and captivity', Ciel thought bitterly. He was sitting on the large king-sized bed in the room, Indian style. Waiting for the man that came every day, at the same time, with the same expression he always seemed to have. He had never seen the man without another expression, except for maybe when he lay on top of him. He found himself thinking of the time he had first seen the man, how he had ended up here.

After the sudden death of his parents and his home burning down to the ground, when he was only ten, he had stayed with his aunt for some time. But his aunt had troubles of her own and at one point couldn't afford to have him in her house anymore, so she sold him. Sold him to the highest bidder out there, not caring what would happen to him. Only to obtain the money she needed and be released of the grudge she hold against him, for she could not have kids of her own.

He had been drugged and thrown in the back of a carriage. When he woke up he was in this room. A man had been sitting on the edge of the bed he lay in. He had smiled at him saying that this was his new home. The man had said he was his new father. Soon after, he had lost consciousness again.

Next thing, when he woke up he was strapped to a table. Looking around him he saw the man, the one that had been at 'his' bed, sitting in a chair a distance away on the right, looking both excited and a bit disappointed at the same time. Ciel didn't get why he was looking that way, but decides to not dwell at it so he looked around him some more. That's when he noticed all the other men around him, the heat that came from his left side. A man was holding something in the heat, slowly turning it around. He began to panic, trashing around, trying to get off the table and out of the straps. But the men around him stopped him from moving, getting there hands all over his body, even in areas he wouldn't let anyone touch him, if he was able to push them away, but he wasn't.

The silent tears were the only evidence he was still trying to fight them off of him, fighting to get away. The man standing from the heat turned around, showing what he had been holding in to that heat. It was a brand, a brand they used to mark their slaves. His eyes widened as the man holding the brand came towards him, smiling like a mad man. He doubled his efforts to get away, but he failed. He felt the hot iron press against his skin, felt the soaring white heat racing through his body, felt his throat rip itself as he screamed out the pain, he could smell his own skin burning. He thought he was going to die, he stopped thinking, his vision blurred, his ears stopped hearing and soon he lost total consciousness.

Ciel softly brushed over the mark at the left side of his body. Feeling the scars that were left of the branding three years ago. He hated that scar, he hated the man who gave him this, he hated the man who ordered in giving him this, but most of all he hated his life as it was now. But somehow he couldn't find it in himself to hate his aunt, who had sold him in the first place, he just couldn't.

The door suddenly flung open. Two guards walked into the room announcing that the man was, yet again, to come inside. They always stood before Ciel's door, making sure no one could come in or that he would be able to escape. "BARON KELVIN" one of them yelled.

Ciel put his hands to his ears. 'Didn't they know by know that he was the only one in the room and certainly not deaf, even though he wished he was sometimes with them yelling that annoying man's name.' He sighed and watched Kelvin walk into the room, walking straight to Ciel, not waiting for the guards to exit and close the door behind them. The Baron sat at the edge of the bed, where he always started, before he decided what he would do to Ciel today.

Ciel observed the man before him. The man wore round glasses that made his face look even more round, he had bushy eyebrows, a moustache and large sideburns. He certainly didn't look like the torturer and rapist that he was, but looks could be deceiving, that much Ciel had learned from the man. And still he had that same annoying expression on his face, Ciel wanted to punch it from his face. He had actually tried it once, but he had paid dearly after and wasn't able to walk for two weeks after that. The torture for punching the man before him was even worse then the torture he received normally.

Kelvin smirked a little as he saw the boy before him observing him, he was proud that he could keep the same expression on his face whenever he was near the boy, except for the little slips when he was molesting the boy. He was always excited to be with Ciel, having Ciel around him. But he was also a bit disappointed, disappointed for having to lock him up, disappointed for needing to ruin his perfect body, his perfect skin with the brand. But it had to be done, so everyone would know Ciel was his, and his alone.

He thought about what he wanted to do with the boy today, he had raped the boy yesterday already. He had came inside the boy three times and by then the boy had fallen into unconsciousness so he had left, not satisfied at the least, but he wouldn't continue when not receiving any reaction. Even when it was of disgust and horror, he liked every reaction he could get from the boy. Should he continue where he had left of yesterday or play the torture game today and maybe if he felt like it, rape him afterwards.

He looked at the boy before him. He just loved his hair colour, that rare navy-blue hair. He loved his eyes, that dark blue that fitted so well with the colour of his hair. The almost feminine look the boy still had. The clothes he made the boy wear were always matched with the colour of his hair, with lots of jewellery imbedded in them.

When he had found the boy three years ago, he just knew he had to have him. So he went to the aunt of the boy and told her what he was willing to pay a lot for the boy. It surprised him how easily the aunt had given him away, but he wouldn't complain about it and the next day he had come to pick up the boy, drugged him and brought him here.

The baron was still in thoughts when the door flung open a second time that day, revealing an out-of-breath guard from the front of the house. He was gasping for air as he tried to tell the baron something.

"R-Robbers, they said … they said they came f-for the slave, Baron."

Kelvin was up and rushing for the door in a second, not looking back at Ciel. He closed the door behind him, taking all the guards with him, sure he would be able to stop them if he could get all his guards together to fight them off.

Ciel watched the Baron go, a little stunned of being saved by robbers non-the less for today's torture. He watched the door close, but he didn't hear the click he usually heard when it was locked. He slowly stood up from where he had been sitting all this time. He walked to the door, listening if he could hear something from the other side. He placed his hand on the doorknob, feeling an expecting shiver run down his spine. Would he really be this lucky, would he finally have the chance to try and escape?

In one quick motion he flung the door open. Never had he seen beyond this door except from the few glimpses when Kelvin or the guards came in. The whole hallway was clear, he saw no one. He stood frozen in the door. Finally getting the chance to leave, but not able to move. He couldn't let go of that doorknob. He couldn't even put one foot out of the room.

A single guard rushed through the hall, stopping when he saw Ciel in the doorway of the always-locked room. He doubted if he should listen to the orders of his commander and help fend off the robbers or make sure the boy was locked back in his room again. He decided that the wrath of the Baron would be bigger than the wrath of his commander and started to walk towards Ciel.

An alarm started to sound, startling both Ciel and the guard. Ciel unfroze and walked outside the room, he began making speed to try and dodge the guard before him as he came closer and closer. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see if he succeeded, but to his surprise the guard didn't tackle him. He had passed the guard and opened his eyes to make sure he didn't crash into a wall just when he had passed. He turned the corner on the end of the hallway and was out of sight.

The guard turned when he saw the boy slip passed him, saw him turn the corner, he wanted to follow the boy, but the alarm reminded him of the orders of his commander. He would make up a lie that he hadn't seen the boy, hadn't seen him leaving his room or that the door had been open. He jogged toward the end and took the other corner where he knew his commander was fighting, trying not to think about the boy he had let escape.

It had been a couple of weeks since they had seen land at the horizon. Mey-rin had seen it first from up in the crow's nest. She had whispered it in amazement to herself first, before she called it to the deck below, informing them what she had seen. But of course their captain had already heard her whisper and was already looking in the way she had a couple of moments before. It still amazed her what her captain seemed able to do. He never needed a scope, never seemed tired, and never ate for that matter. He was just there all the time, always there when needed, or not needed for that matter, always flawless, always perfect.

"Mey-rin, stop staring down and help Finnian furl the sail. When you're done, come down and wait for further orders."

'How did the captain knew she was even looking down', she thought. "Y-Yes, Sebastian." she stuttered before she walked over the yard that hold the big sail in place. Finny below here had heard Sebastian's command to Mey-rin and started to work on it without needing a personal order himself.

Sebastian looked at the piece of land the soon would dock there ship, then looked at his crew. He had all selected them with a purpose. No men in his crew were there because they only wanted to be there, no everyone on his ship had his own purpose, his own job. If he couldn't use you, you wouldn't be able to be on his ship. He didn't really need a crew, he was a demon after all. He could handle the boat all by himself, but it would be strange sailing into a port with only one person on the ship, so he had to get himself a crew. His crew consisted of six men. Well five men and a woman.

Mey-rin had great eyesight and could spot things from far away where a normal human wouldn't be able to spot it for a while longer. She was perfect for lookout. Besides that if she didn't wear that stupid glasses of her she was so attached to, she was also good with her balance and coordination. She could easily walk up and down the yard, even in a mild storm, without falling to her death on the deck. She was the perfect rigger* for his ship.

Finnian, or Finny for short, was special. He wasn't really useful when it came to daily work on the ship, but he was exceptionally strong. He would break a lot of things and in the beginning when he had just joined the crew, Sebastian had to make a lot of repairs because of Finny. When such a thing happened Finny would always burst into tears, sobbing he was sorry, but whenever there was a boarding or a fight, Finny would be there to back everyone up. He didn't like to fight, but he was loyal and respectful to everyone, which made him valuable for Sebastian's crew when he had to protect his crewmates. But when there was no fight or boarding, where he could use his strength, he would be the swabbie* of the ship, mobbing the deck, making sure the only thing he would break was the swab.

Bardroy, or Bard for short, was a gun sick, after war soldier. He is a genius with weapons and battle strategy. He is in charge of all the guns and ammunition. Making sure they are battle ready at all times. He had also proclaimed himself the cook of the ship, which if Sebastian weren't a demon would have had the ship sunken by his first meal in the ship. He tended to use a flamethrower to cook the dinner to make it speed up, only resulting in the galley* being blown up every single time he tries. Besides his cooking he made for a perfect master gunner*.

Tanaka was the quartermaster* of the ship. He was the previous owner of this ship and had given it to Sebastian for he was getting too old to have the command on the ship. Sebastian thought it only fair to let him stay at the ship, and when Sebastian was absent, Tanaka would take command for that period of time. Because he had no further real job on the ship, he would usually be found at the bow of the ship, looking out into the ocean.

Pluto was the boatswain* of the ship. He is a devil dog and besides Sebastian the only not human person in the ship. Even though he doesn't speak at all, he would supervise the maintenance of the ship and checks the supplies needed to run the ship and a healthy crew and repost all back to Sebastian. Sebastian didn't need for him to speak to understand what he was saying, so it worked, and this way there was one less voice annoying him when he had a bad day. Pluto always made sure that the ship would be in working order. He also brought the crew their food when Bard didn't screw it up, or when Sebastian decided to make it for them.

And than there was the undertaker, nearly no one saw him. He was always locked inside his own cabin, doing some crazy experiments with the dead bodies he could find after a shipwreck. He was chosen to be the surgeon on the ship, but no one really liked to go to his cabin to be stitched back up. Sebastian had kind of chosen him to pleasure his sadistic side and make the crew a little more careful while fighting. He was fine with his crew as it was now, and would hate to have to search for somebody to full up his crew again when one of them lost his life in battle.

Even though he had all this men walking in and over his ship and doing all the job, Sebastian couldn't help to check everything himself every morning and every evening. He would check ever nick and corner of his ship, repair where needed, clean when it was to gross. And of course this way he always knew what his crew was up to, and where he needed to learn them a lessen.

While Sebastian had been lost in thought, Tanaka had seen it and had taken control over the crew and steered the ship into the port they had reached. Mey-rin and Finny had succeeded in furling the sails and Mey-rin had come down to the deck. Bard had left the galley and joined Mey-rin and Finny checking all the guns an extra time. Pluto was somewhere and would only show himself for his duty or when Sebastian would call him. Undertaker was still in his cabin, safely away from the ones that were standing on deck. Sebastian nodded to Tanaka for thanks, who left the steering again and took his usual place at the bow of the ship, and made the ship dock at East End's port.

Sebastian had made his ship look like a normal merchant vessel to prevent rising suspicious. The Jolly Roger* switched for the flag of their home base, which was at the outskirts of Londen. When the ship was fully docked he called all his crew together to tell them his plans, even Undertaker and Tanaka were standing with the crew near the mast.

"Ok, listen up. I have heard of a slave being kept here at the residence of one Baron Kelvin. It is said that the slave boy has the rarest hair there is and is the perfect beauty to be seen. I want to have a look at this slave and while doing that rob the mansion of this Baron Kelvin from all his riches. Mey-lin will be lookout from the outside and inform Finnian and Baldroy when there is trouble. Finnian and Baldroy, you two will go straight to the vault and Bard, don't blow up the whole house when trying to get in." Sebastian let out a sigh as he thought about the last robbery they had done. Bard had blown the whole left wing of the mansion. Bard and Finny Grinned nervous but both nodded they would be careful this time.

"Tanaka do what you always do and stay on the ship. Make sure now one enters the ship while we are away except for the crew of course. Pluto, you go into town and make sure our supplies are full again and that we have enough repairs for when Finnian or Baldroy destroy the ship again. Undertaker, you go to the local undertaker and see if there is anything new you might be able to use in whatever you do in that cabin of yours." Sebastian smirked as he not only saw but also felt the shivers run down the spines of Mey-rin, Finny and Bard.

"I will go see that slave and steal some more fine jewellery, I am sure that will be there, once I have seen him. Does everyone know his job?" Sebastian looked around the faces before him, not bothering mentioning Mey-rin apart from the rest, seeing she will listen either way.

"Aye" came the reply of all.

"Ok, I want you all back here in three hours max. GO"

They all went there own way. Tanaka to his own spot at the bow, Undertaker went back into his cabin to see what he needed to take when seeing the local undertaker and Pluto went of into town to get the stuff they needed for when they were on sea again. Bard handed out guns to Finny and Mey-rin he had gathered earlier. He looked over at Sebastian, but he only shook his head, telling him he didn't need one. Before the four of them walked to the mansion of Kelvin, trusting their captain to know the way.

Mey-rin had positioned herself into a tree that looked over the whole place. Bard had given her a special gun that would make a whistling noise when it was shot. This would inform the two inside that they had to get the hell out of the mansion and make it back to the ship as soon as possible. Bard and Finny were about to enter when she notice she hadn't seen Sebastian leaving, but she didn't linger on it to much, Sebastian always went his own way when they were doing a robbery. They would always meet up at the ship afterwards, so it didn't really concern her.

She watched the two guys walk into the mansion and started looking out for any guard or disturbance that could have them in danger of being noticed.

Bard and Finny looked back one more time, ensuring themselves that Mey-rin would notify them when they had to get out, before they went in. Bard pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. He couldn't rob a house without one.

They came in through a window, which had foolishly been left open, and crouched down to see if they weren't spotted climbing in. They stealthily walked through a couple of hallways before Finny bumped into a statue and when trying to catch it he crushed the whole thing to grit. Bard growled through his teeth and face palmed himself before dragging, a now sobbing Finny, with him.

He opened the nearest door, threw Finny in and shut the door again. He placed his ear to the door to listen for any footsteps that might be looking for them after finding the statue grumbled to pieces.

Finny looked at bard with tearful eyes. He knew he had done something bad, but he really couldn't help it. He didn't want to bump into that statue it was just there in a split second and when he had tried to catch it, so he wouldn't make any noise, he had forgotten how strong he actually was, which resulted in breaking it.

Bard felt Finny looking and shoed him away with a flick of his hand. Silently telling him to look around. He had heard footsteps running past this door, but they hadn't stopped, so they might be safe here for a while.

Finny saw what Bard meant and sadly nodded that he would do so. He looked around and at first glance he didn't see anything special. Until, he looked again. This time he saw the huge painting, at the other side of the room. Walking to the painting he noticed the curved lines in the wall, just above the corners of the painting. Pushing it a little he found a small door-like opening leading into a different room.

He let the painting slip back again and walked over to where bard was still listening with his ear on the door. He softly pulled, well softly for him, at the sleeve of Baldroy's chef's outfit, ripping some stitches at the top of the sleeve.

"Finny I am listening" he whispered agitated.

Finny looked back at the painting and then back at Bard. "But bard I found something."

Bard sighed, he didn't here any guards walking around anymore at the moment so he may as well see what Finny wanted from him.

Seeing Bard walk away from the door, he walked back to the painting, pushing it a little to reveal the doorway to the other room. Bard dropped his cigarette out of his mouth as he stared at what Finny showed him. A glint appeared in Bards eyes, seeing just a little inside, but enough to make out that there was a vault inside the room.

"Ok, nice job Finny, I am going in."

Finny nodded and when Bard was in he let the painting slip back where it had been hanging before. Sliding down the wall, sitting with his legs stretched forward, he waited for bard to finish breaking into the vault.

After a minute or ten the whole wall and floor shook by the shock one of Bard explosion made. Finny was up in an instant, sliding the paining to the side again to see if Bard was ok. Bard was coughing, but further seemed fine and he pushed his thumb up, a sign for Finny to help him take as much money and valuables as possible before the guard showed up.

But they didn't come that far. Just when Finny got into the room the door was thrown open and guard spilled in. Bard and Finny looked at each other giving a nod, a silent agreement that Bard would grab as much as he could and Finny would make the path clear for them to escape.

Finny slit the paining to the side, making sure not to reveal what lay behind him so the guard didn't notice Bard was still in the room.

"What do you think you are doing in there?" one of the guards asked.

"Oh, me, nothing really." Finny said to the guard, "It seems he isn't there. I wonder where that slave could be."

The guard visually paled as the figured out what the boy before him was looking for. He turned around and told on of his men to notify the Baron and another to get all the guards here as soon as possible and raise the alarm. The two guards took off to do what they were told. The guard, he seemed to have the command over the others, turned back to Finny. "You wont be able to leave…"

There was a light knocking behind Finny. He smirked, Bard had finished and was able to leave if Finny was ready. "Well, you see I think that I will leave here, even so in the next five minutes." And Mey-rin also choose that moment to fire her whistling gun.

The Commander pulled up an eyebrow when he heard what Finny said, but had no time to formulate a response and Finny's fist was already in contact with his face, sending him flying against the wall. He slit down the wall and wouldn't stand back up. Finny had knocked him out with one punch.

Whispering a 'sorry' every time he hit someone, Finny made the path Bard needed so the both could escape safely.

Sebastian had been walking easily through the mansion, looking in every room to see if the slave would be there. So far he hadn't found the slave, but he did get his hands on some pretty jewels.

He heard a statue break, and just knew it had to be Finny, some time later he heard an explosive go off. "Can't you two ever do as you are told without breaking stuff or blowing things up," he sighed. He was waiting for the whistling gun Mey-rin always had with her when they where robbing a place and there, as if on cue, the sound was sharp in his ears.

He decided to finish one big hallway he had started to look through before he too would go back to the ship. He just wanted to see the slave and leave with everything he had already gathered in his hunt.

That's when he saw a boy, not older then thirteen sprint trough the passage into another hallway. He noticed the colour of his hair and just knew that that had to be the slave he was looking for.

Using his demon powers he trailed the boy for a little while before he decided to stop him. He made himself appear before the boy, but hadn't calculated well enough so the boy literally crashed into him. He didn't feel that much of it, but he saw the boy been bounced back and into a wall, hitting his head. "Oops," Sebastian smirked. Not caring if the boy had got hurt. He walked over to the boy and crouched down in frond of him. The boy had a little tickle of blood running from his temple, but besides that seemed to be ok.

Ciel groaned as he reached up to his had. What the hell had he walked into? Slowly opening his eyes he looked straight in the red blood eyes of someone else. He tried to back away from it, but the wall was working against him, so it seemed, so he could only try and slide to the side. Two hands that had planted themselves beside his head, against the wall, quickly stopped his movement. They pinned him in place, not able to run from those eyes.

Sebastian saw the movement of the slave before him, no, the boy before him. He placed both of his heads on each side of the boy's head, pinning him in place. There was something about this boy that interested him, making him think it was actually a boy instead of a mere slave. He looked into the dark blue eyes, saw the fear, but also saw the determination to get away. Sebastian was sure that given the chance, the boy would escape again, without a second thought.

Deciding to take the boy with him, just for his own interest, he placed one hand on the boy's forehead. He saw the eyes of the boy roll up, felt the boy beneath him slack, felt his consciousness slip away. He smirked, how he loved being able to make the human mind listen to his desires. He wanted the boy unconscious, so he told the boy's mind to do so, and the mind listened. He licked the blood that had been on the boy's temple from his fingers, shivering a little as the tasted engraved itself in his being. He wasn't sure what that feeling meant, he had never experienced it before, but didn't think to much about it.

Standing, he watched the boy slumped against the wall. He picked him up, threw him over his shoulder and made a run back to his crew, back to his ship and back to his own cabin. There he would be able to observe to boy, without getting distracted by others. No one dared to enter his cabin.

Sooo plz review and tell me if its worth to continue the story,..!

*Rigger: A sailor that works to furl and release of the sails. It's the most dangerous job on the ship due to the risk of falling from the slippery yard (spar on the mast), or out of the crow's nest from high above the deck.

*Swabbie: A person who swabs the deck using the swab.

*Master gunner: Is responsible for the ships guns and ammunition. Like keeping the gunpowder dry and together, insuring everything was clean of rust, keeping the guns in good repair.

*Quartermaster: Is almost the captains equal. Normally a quartermaster would have command on the ship, except when in battle, than the captain would take the command. He is the word of the crew, he maintains order, settles quarrels, and distributes food and other essentials.

*Boatswain: He supervises the maintenance of the ship and its supply stores. He is responsible for inspecting the ship and it's sails and rigging each morning, and reporting of their state to the captain. He is in charge of all deck activities, including weighing and dropping anchor.

*The galley: the kitchen of a ship.

*Jolly roger: pirates flag.