Hello, this is my first fanfiction so please go easy on me!

I'm mostly writing this from Kuroshitsuji (I obsess with it) so forgive me if I get any facts wrong about Rosario + Vampire.

So I was reading fanfictions like I do everyday, when I had an idea... Ciel should go to Yokai Academy! He is a demon so he would fit right in! I was shocked that no one had published a story with that idea so I took it upon myself to make sure that this idea gets out there! I don't mind if you use my idea (Ciel goes to monster school) in fact I encourage it! Get these stories out there!

Anyways, please enjoy!

I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Rosario + Vampire ( as sad as that is v_v )

Chapter 1

"You want me to what?!"

"Go to a monster school, my lord," Sebastian replies with his usual monotone, but slightly amused, voice.

Ciel scowled at his demon of a butler, "I don't see the bloody hell why you can't teach me yourself Sebastian. You do have a few thousand years under your belt do you not?"

Sebastian smirked, "While I can teach you the appropriate ways to act as a demon, as I have been doing for the past century," he chuckled as Ciel huffed, "I cannot teach you much about modern monsters as my knowledge is outdated from my time serving you and my time in Hell."

"...Fine. Make the proper preparations." As much as Ciel wanted to deny Sebastian his sadistic pleasure of watching Ciel squirm he had to admit, he very much wanted to learn more about the supernaturals of the world. So far all he knew about the supernatural was that Grim Reapers collected the souls of the dead with their death scythes (one of which is extremely flamboyant *cough* Grell *cough*) and competed with demons who ate the souls and interfered with collecting. Angels, the supposed 'divine beings' could be just as bad as a demon, killing humans for the sake of 'purity'. Heaven and Hell also existed. Hell was quite something, it had taken Ciel almost a decade to get used to the screams of the tortured souls.

In the 133 years Earl Ciel Phantomhive has 'lived' 120 years he existed as a demon. Which means 120 years of a sadistic and angry teacher (you would be angry for the first decade too if you were forced into an eternity of servitude) teaching him demon powers. Sebastian had been surprised at how easily Ciel caught on to the more intricate powers compared to the simpler ones. Ciel lacked in the strength and fighting aspects of demonhood and instead excelled in speed, demonic seduction (which Sebastian seems to have turned on ALL the time), and demonic magic. Ciel surpassed Sebastian in his use of demonic magic whom was thousands of years older than Ciel. Ciel was one of the most powerful magic users in Hell much to Sebastian's dismay, he disliked one so young surpassing him so of course, he got back at Ciel through his sadistic teaching methods. In which Sebastian brutally taught him how to read, write and speak Latin, Greek and ancient Greek, French, Spanish, Esperanto, and the demons' own special language. He taught him the history of each major country that existed, from ancient Greece to modern day Japan. Ciel was so knowledgeable he could get nearly all degrees that existed in colleges and universities.

Yet, with all his knowledge, Ciel knew little else of the supernatural. While Ciel could wait a few decades his (sadly still) childish body yearned for new knowledge.

He knew of other supernatural beings, not about them. He knew of witches, werewolves, and vampires but not much about them or other monsters.

He was curious. Overly curious one might say. But when one has an eternity, things get deathly boring very quickly. He knew so much, yet knew so little. He knew so much knowledge about one world in his small body, yet little to nothing about the other world.

It was for this reason that he agreed to go to Yokai Academy. A school chock full of the knowledge he craved to obtain.

"Sebastian," Ciel called from his chair in the study. His study was a perfect replica of the study from his old Victorian manor.

"Yes, my lord?"

Ciel kept his eyes on his paperwork for Funtom, "What am I to expect in this 'monster school'?"

"A wide variety of monsters, all of which are required to keep up a human disguise. You and your abilities can see right through them however."

"Why a disguise?" Ciel questioned, placing the paperwork back on the desk.

"My lord, the school is preparing the monsters for a life in the human world. As such, the students and teachers are to keep up a human façade as practice. It is a good thing that disguises come so easily to demons." Sebastian's eyes changed to blood red with only but a slit for a pupil.

Ciel chuckled darkly, "Yes it is, isn't it?"

"Ah! Which reminds me young master, it would be the best to keep your being a demon to yourself. While it is a school for monsters there would be... complications if you revealed your 'species'."

"Hmph. And why, pray tell, would that be?"

"Why, that is simple my lord," he flashed a devilish smile with sharp teeth showing, "We are predatory beings. We feast upon souls of the living. Human and monster alike. It would cause quite a ruckus if you were revealed a demon in both the human and monster society. If you will excuse me," Sebastian bowed with a hand over his heart and exited the study. Most likely heading to the kitchen.

Ciel was silent as he went back to working on paperwork. After more than a century, Funtom was one of the oldest and most prosperous toy companies in the world. After every few decades Ciel would modify his appearance slightly and claim to be a descendant of Phantomhive. It was irritating, but he would not leave his family company to crumble to ash in his absence.

Sebastian re-entered the study pushing his small food trolley.

"Young master, afternoon tea of Earl Grey," Sebastian said, placing the teacup on the mahogany desk.

Ciel picked up the cup and let the smell assault his senses. The worst thing about being human before becoming a demon was remembering the taste of food but never being able to taste again. Smell was the only thing that Ciel has left of human food.

Still holding the cup Ciel asked, "Sebastian, how am I going to get to Japan? I am not overly fond of planes. I tend to steer clear of most modern human inventions."

Suddenly Sebastian had a playful expression, "Why, a bus of course!"

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Should I continue?

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