I don't own Kuroshitsuji or Godchild. They both belong to their designated creators. Please forgive any out-of-characterness that you may encounter. Please tell me if you spot any occ-ness and tell me what you think so far. This is my first time writing for Kuroshitsuji and I'm not sure if I did justice to Ciel and Sebastian. And this will be a crossover between Kuroshitsuji and Godchild. I hope you enjoy.

Of Moonlight and Poison

Chapter I: Letter from the Queen

In such the society in which he congregated in, news traveled amazingly fast without delay. When word reached Ciel Phantomhive one morning in the form of a letter from the Queen, Ciel was not at all surprised of the information contained in her letter. He set down his cup of Ceylon White tea, his deep blue eye sweeping over the elegant piece of stationary languidly. Once finished he tossed it carelessly onto the table and sighed, unaware of the delicate scowl of disapproval on his butler's handsome countenance.

He vaguely recalled once or twice hearing the name Delilah, but Ciel had never really known who or what it was until that moment. For some time he had been of the thought that it was some exotic woman reeking havoc amongst London's high society—mainly regarding the gentlemen. However, Her Majesty's letter did away with that incorrect theory and reconstructed his thoughts about the name. She wrote that for some time she had been keeping a close eye on this organization but that all her efforts to unearth anything that might prove informative had proven null. Her account was brief and asked Ciel curtly to conduct an investigation and to report to her once he had uncovered something interesting. At the bottom of the page, before her signature, she referred to a name. It was this name that aroused his interest.

"Are you familiar with Earl Cain C. Hargreaves? He might have something to do with this organization Delilah. I expect word from you soon, Ciel Phantomhive." – Her Royal Majesty, the Queen

Cain C. Hargreaves.

The name was indeed well known to Ciel. He had heard many outlandish rumors regarding the eccentric Earl, some of which could only be described as a mixture of fierce slander and vigorous jealousy. What intrigued Ciel the most was the curious title mostly everyone referred to him by: "The Earl of Poison", a title well earned considering his queer attraction to deadly poisons. Rumors claimed yet again that he had used one of his rare poisons to revive his cousin Suzette back from the dead, a hollow presumption rather than a solidified fact that circulated for some months before it had died away from excessive extortion. But it was just that, a rumor without evidence. And frankly speaking, Ciel did not believe it. His logical mind dismissed such preposterous rumors; he may only be a child, but his mental capacities were beyond that of a feeble mind. He did acknowledge that there were some unaccountable things such as his contract with Sebastian. Nevertheless, to claim the power and ability to revive the dead was far too implausible to buy.

The last time Ciel had heard anything about Cain C. Hargreaves was quite a while ago. Although they shared the same title and social standing, Ciel did not frequent the lavish balls and parties that Cain did mostly because he was not of age. Ciel had never personally meant Cain, all his prior knowledge of "The Earl of Poison" coming to him in forms of small snippets of gossip and pointless babbling he overheard. Now his curiosity was roused. What was he really like? How much of the rumors that he had heard true describing his quaint behaviour? One thing that bothered Ciel was the fact that he and Cain had never crossed paths before, something that Ciel found incredible.

Ciel reached out for his tea and took a moderate sip from it. A soft draft of wind made him look up to find Sebastian looking curiously at him, his eyes currently a mild auburn. He frowned and titled his head slightly to the side, a gesture that made Ciel think remotely of the beauty and gracefulness of his own butler… His eyes went minutely wide and he quickly discarded the thought before he could even so much as ponder further over the subject.

Sebastian watched his master carefully, never missing the minute bewilderment on his face and the perplexed twilight in his deep azure eye. What, oh what could be passing through his silly young master's mind? Perhaps something naughty? He was at that age when he was leaving behind boyhood and beginning the difficult transaction becoming a young man. Strangely, the thought of his young master growing up, displeased Sebastian for reasons he could not fully comprehend. But disregarding the thought from his head, a subtle smirk appear of Sebastian's delicate lips once he mused if it were possible that perhaps his young master's thoughts that turned to mature matters. He could not deny that it was a rather amusing possibility.

Seeing that his momentary discomfort was providing his butler with a chance of amusement, Ciel glared sternly at his servant and snapped, "I don't see why you should be smiling." He pushed away from the table and angrily threw down his napkin on his plate, sauntering for the door.

Sebastian brought his loosely clenched right hand to his lips and restrained his glee for his master's expense. In seconds, he composed himself and with a whimsical smile, he bowed and said apologetically, "My most sincere apologizes, young master."

Ciel turned around, his hand resting on the doorknob and said, "Prepare a set of my clothes for tonight. We're going to a party and we need to look our best." With that, Ciel opened the door and left in an irritable mood.

Sebastian followed the retreating form of his young master and said with perfectly forged sincerity and a graceful bow, "Yes, my lord."