This first One shot is the beginning of a set of 10 (Hopefully 10 that is). It will be a series of them all centered around Sebastian and Ciel. It's hard to pick any specific Genre since they will by anything from light and fluffy to angsty and heart-felt. All will be different but all of them will be SebasxCiel. :] I figure this duo would withstand the test of time. So more often than not my stories will be in alternative scenarios and alternative times. All in all i hope you all enjoy!

Summary: This thing took me all night! I wrote it in a few hours and to say the least it exhausted me! x.x But I couldn't stop the flow! This chapter is light and fluffy (Also very cute) and takes place in Italy occurring the early 1940's I suppose. (Though I could say as early as the 1930's but not far later) I was actually inspired to write this by a film called "La Vite Et Bella" (Life is Beautiful). It's an Italian film, and its very good. very romantic, and very sad as well. But I didn't feel like expressing the sad part lol. You'll notice a lot of my quotes in Italian are similar to line in the movie, so if you've seen it; Bravo, and I hope you like it! And even if you haven't then I STILL hope you like it of course! And I suggest you see it ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. It and all it's respective characters belong to Yana Toboso. But you know that don't you?

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"This story is about truth, beauty, freedom; but above all things, this story is about love." - Moulin Rouge (The Movie)

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"Come back!"

The demanding cry echoed down the bustling streets, brick laden and crowded with structures and humans alike. The shadow's of tall apartments looming overhead as small feet pattered across the stone at a hurried pace. The loud clack of the soles against stone resonated in a small boy's ears as he darted as far as he could from the tall and striking blonde woman who followed behind him, waving a frantic arm, and trying to keep pace in her plain high-heeled shoes which were a bright magenta color. She wore a floral dress, filled with pale pink blossoms and scrambled patterns of flora.

"Come back this instant! There's lunch on the table!" she called once again, her voice getting sharper, and raising a few octaves as her breath became more labored.

"Don't want it!"

The small boy ran down the street, he was slender and petite in frame, his strangely sallow hair-color catching the sunlight and giving it a grey shimmer. His ocean blue sights focused ahead, determined and striking in every manner. He wore a nice suit, one quite unadorned in appearance and grayed-cobalt in color, reflecting his stunning occuli; shorts coming to just above his knee, and a nice black tie around his skinny neck. The only blemish on his stunning facade was a white gauze eye-patch, obstructing his right eye from view. He panted as he ran out of sight of the woman at last, looking over his shoulder to see her keel over at once and steadily huff and puff to catch her breath. A smile graced his lips, and he continued to run, dodging between the people who made their way through the square, he stepped over the centre fountain, which grazed him with its cool mist slightly as he dashed along the pool's mineral edge. Eventually he came to his destination in a small corner of the town's center, where there seemed to be a patch of solitude. Before him stood two double doors, towering over him immensely, by at least a few good feet; the door knobs a polished brass that glowed in the afternoon sunlight that entered through the side street. He smiled, his thin lips spreading across his pale features. He took his pace slowly up the small set of steps and pulled open one door, peeking his head in carefully and looking about.

The room was pleasingly decorated, filled with white and beige that sometimes caught the light and gleamed like melted pearl. The sparkling metal of polished chairs and tables only reflected more of the glow, dotting the open space with their presence. There was marble desk built into a wall in the corner, where a man sat reading a magazine, leaning on the counter with his head rested in his hand, propped upon his elbow. He did not move when the boy entered, not noticing his presence in the slightest. He gently stepped in, his shoes finally making contact with the white marble floors and making a loud clacking noise that echoed piercingly in the emptiness of the banquet hall. At this the man finally looked up and faced him with a large grin.

"Ciel!" he called, joyfully sitting up straight and beckoning him forward with a small gesture of his hand. The gentleman was dressed in a plain black suit and tie, though his overcoat was missing and his white sleeves were rolled up his arms; giving him a more negligent appearance. He was realtively young, his chestnut locks reaching just below his ears, much like Ciel's, but much more unkempt.

"Mr. Amedeo, have you got anything new for me yet?"

Ciel approached the counter, placing his hands on the cold counter-top and pulling himself up further to see even farther over it. His head only rested slightly above its height.

"Ciel, I've told you again and again to just call me Beppe!"

The man rolled his eyes and shook his finger back and forth in the boy's face, leaning over the counter to look at him better. Ciel only recoiled at his hand being shoved in his direction, and gave a small nod.

"I know I know! So do you have anything Beppe?"

Beppe only grinned at him, a special glint in his eye as he leaned over further, stretched over the counter to meet the boy face to face.

"In fact I do!"

Ciel stood on his toes to meet eye level with the man, his single cerulean orb eagerly boring into this Beppe's emeralds.

"If you break me, I do not stop working. If you lose me, nothing will matter. If you touch me, I may be snared. What am I?"

Beppe's words came slowly, and after he spoke them he recoiled back to his original position, leaning back in his seat with a haughty grin.

Ciel, meanwhile, took on an inquisitive look, placing his index finger to his bottom lip in thought. His eyes drifted up to the ceiling, gazing at something distant as he scoured his mind for an answer to his current predicament.

"Tough isn't it?"

"I'm thinking! Shut up!"

Beppe laughed heartily, looking back at his magazine now and finally taking his sights off of the boy.

"You better solve it by tomorrow, since I'm not giving you another until you solve this one!"

Ciel looked up to the man in shock, "What?"

Beppe only let out another chuckle, and Ciel pouted, opening his mouth to say something else in rebuttal before he was cut off.

"Hello?"

Both figures turned to see a young gentleman standing in the doorway, looking about the seemingly empty space of the room carefully. He was slender and tall; his shoulders set broad and his face young and arresting in nature. His lengthy black hair fell below his chin in the front, though on one side it was swept behind his ear, and it shortened in the back. His face was regal, dotted with two auburn orbs that seemed to burn like rubies when the sunlight caught them as he turned his head slightly to the side. He couldn't have been a day over 22.

"Buongiorno, Mr. Michaelis!" Beppe's voice echoed across the expanse, and he removed himself from his seat, now standing up again.

The man gave a refined nod and smile in his direction, and it was apparent not only from his appearance, but his actions as well that he was quite wealthy. His neat black suit was fitted and well kept, not a single bit of fabric was out of place on his person.

Beppe meanwhile, looked to Ciel with an ushering look and hissed out a command under his breath.

"Ciel! Go seat the man ok? You know the drill! I'm letting you stay here without the boss knowing so help me out!"

Ciel finally tore his eyes from the man at the doorway, who was now giving an inquiring glance at the odd pair as they conversed, and looked to Beppe with realization.

"Oh!" He was startled from his trance, and stepped over to the tall man at a brisk pace, giving a small nod before he gestured to a nearby table.

"Right this way!"

Beppe watched quietly as the two trotted over to a small table, set with sparkling silver and precisely folded napkins. Ciel pulled out a chair for the raven-haired gentleman, and carefully waited for the man to take a seat, sending a questioning glance in Beppe's direction in the meantime.

Beppe smirked, and simply mouthed his next command.

'Take his order.'

When the man named Michaelis finally had situated himself at the table, Ciel moved to his side, realizing that at as long as this man was in a sitting position he could finally see what it was like to be at eye-level with someone. He felt himself sigh inwardly at his mental note.

He was broken from his reprieve when the man at the table, who had been biding his time watching the boy's expression shift over the past few moments, cleared his throat.

"Oh! How may I help you? What can I get for you today?"

His words came out quick and staccato, and he flushed slightly at his mental lapse, before finally placing a menu from another table carefully in front of the man. He glared at Beppe for pushing him into such a situation where he was so lost. This was beyond humiliating, and his mood was quickly darkening.

However, the elegant customer simply grinned up at Ciel, chuckling slightly and taking the laminated object into his white gloved hands.

"Well, I'm not quite sure as of yet. I don't have much of an appetite," he began, placing a hand to his chin as his eyes glanced across the menu carefully.

Ciel, whose only wish was to complete the riddle he had been assigned, was growing more and more impatient.

"If you have no appetite then why are you out to eat?" Ciel snapped.

Beppe heard Ciel's words and shot him a glare from across the room, warning.

Ciel only glared back, as Beppe spoke to cover up Ciel's mistake.

"I'm sorry Mr. Michaelis, he's new, and as you can see he's also quite young."

Ciel's eyes narrowed as his friend drew out the last part carefully.

A small chuckle echoed through the room, and both looked to the source curiously.

"I've told you, call me Sebastian," he smiled gracefully at Beppe over his shoulder, before turning back to Ciel, "And you seem to have quite an attitude don't you?"

Ciel, slightly shocked, only gazed at this strange new person with a blank stare.

"It's quite charming on you, with such a small stature as yours. You're like a little royal bossing people about. A little prince perhaps?"

The man named Sebastian cast Ciel a sickeningly sweet smirk, and the boy felt his face heat up at the comment. He turned his sights away from the man with a sharp jerk, and gestured at the menu with his hand again.

"That's just fine and all, but what'll you be having then?"

Sebastian smiled, putting down the object without a second glance, his garnet eyes upon Ciel as he spoke again in a cool manner.

"I'll have a cup of coffee, if that's alright."

Ciel finally looked back to him, taking the menu gingerly in his hand, and looking at Sebastian cautiously, locking eyes for a moment before he looked away once again.

"Anything else?"

Sebastian's smirk spread wider.

"That'll be all. Grazie, piccolo principe."

Ciel looked back to the man, a look of shock on his face as he felt his face flush with crimson yet again. He said nothing to Sebastian, only stomping off towards Beppe and flashing his now chuckling partner with a deadly glance.

"He wants coffee."

"And?"

"And nothing!"

"Ok ok!" Beppe laughed again, "I'll go get it ok? Keep our guest company then while he waits, he seems to like you."

With that Beppe removed himself from his post, finally walking out from behind the counter to make his way to two swinging doors with porthole windows. Ciel only assumed they led to the kitchen, as he had never made it past them.

When Beppe had disappeared from sight, Ciel sighed and turned to face Sebastian again.

Much to his dismay, the man was staring directly at him, a contented smile plastered on his features.

Ciel, now both flustered and irritated, made his way to the table, taking a seat opposite of the well-dressed man. He sat down with a slight thump, pulling a piece of parchment form his pocket, and setting it on the table with conviction.

Sebastian only watched, a mildly amused expression on his face as he observed the boy shuffling through his pants pockets again, only to pull out a pen. He watched as the he then quickly scrawled down a few lines on the paper, messily writing out a passage.

"What's this?"

Ciel only looked up a moment, before returning to gazing at the paper as he wrote out a final word.

"A riddle."

Sebastian raised a brow at this, looking over the table to try and look at the messy scrawl and decipher the inverted letters.

"May I ask to hear it?"

Ciel gave him an inquiring look, but sighed and handed him the small paper, sliding it across the tabletop tentatively.

Sebastian picked up the piece of prose, reading it aloud as he held it before his face.

"If you break me, I do not stop working. If you lose me, nothing will matter. If you touch me, I may be snared. What am I?"

Ciel nodded, as Sebastian peeked out from behind the paper and looked to him again.

"Do you have a fondness for such things piccolo principe?"

Ciel rolled his eyes at the moniker, earning another laugh from Sebastian, and gave a small shrug; he finally made eye contact with his tablemate again.

"I do," he paused, feeling a slight flutter in his abdomen as crimson occuli took him in, "They keep me entertained while I work at home."

"Work at home?" Sebastian inquired, shifting the piece of paper back over the table, back to its pace in front of the boy. He carefully retrieved his hand, placing it under his chin with his other, and resting his head upon them, elbows on that table for support.

"Yes, cleaning mostly; helping Auntie."

Sebastian's face shifted to a look of genuine interest, and Ciel couldn't help but oblige his every question, his eyes still locked. Sebstian's gaze scanned over the boy features, evnetually resting back on his face.

"And what happened to your eye?"

As Sebastian inquired, his hand reached across the table to touch said feature, inching towards the piece of gauze.

Ciel flinched, pulling his person back away from this stranger's reach, his trance finally broken.

"I-I," Ciel stuttered a moment, pulling his own hand up to his eye to touch the fabric.

"There was an accident."

Sebastian recoiled his extended hand, his face momentarily solemn. However, the attention soon shifted as Beppe returned with a silver tray, upon it resting a small china cup. Alongside the cup of coffee was a plate with a decorated piece of cake. It was completely lavish, adorned with colorful berries and sweet crème.

He approached the table, and looked at the two with a weary glance, their sudden silence ringing in the atmosphere. The two refused to look at one another, until Beppe had placed the pretty cup in front of Sebastian, who looked to him with a smile and nod. He then turned to Ciel and put the cake in front of him, giving him a smile that said 'thanks'. Ciel looked to him momentarily, then to the cake and grinned ear to ear. Beppe walked away smiling, as he took his seat and hid behind his magazine once again.

Sebastian broke the silence, sipping his coffee casually before he spoke.

"Do you like sweets then, piccolo principe?"

Ciel, who had preoccupied himself with examining the marble on the floors, looked back up to face the ebony haired figure, which seemed to enchant and incapacitate him all at once. Ciel once again felt the familiar feeling of butterflies beating against his insides, as his velvety voice rang in the space between them.

"Yes, I do. They are part of why I come here. It's usually the highlight of my day, seeing as Auntie Emmeline doesn't enjoy them at all."

Sebastian smirked quietly, looking at a flyer on the table offhandedly.

"Have you figured out the riddle yet?"

Ciel blinked at the change in topic, but continued after a second's pause.

"No, I haven't yet," he paused, smiling as he looked up to Sebastian with eagerness, "But I will by tomorrow without a doubt!" He had taken up a fork and begun picking apart the piece of delectable cake, lifting a small piece up and into his mouth greedily.

Sebastian only grinned, tilting his head to the side slightly, his hair falling across his face, dappling in his pale complexion, "Why not today?"

Ciel thought a moment before answering, "I'm not sure." He gave a quick shrug.

"It's just this one's so difficult." He looked down at the baked good before him, poking at it with his utensil before slicing off another chuck and shoveling it into his mouth. Sebastian's hand meanwhile, had journeyed back to the riddle, and dragged it closer to his person, along with Ciel's pen.

"Hmn," Sebastian hummed, looking into the coffee cup in his hand before taking another long sip, quickly writing something small alongside Ciel's messy text.

Ciel observed him, not noticing his actions with the paper. His eyes watched Sebastian's thin lips, taking a careful note how even his drinking of coffee was calculated and graceful; and elegant display of his stature. He let his fork rest between his lips as he thought, being sure to lap up any leftover crème that remained on it.

Sebastian's eyes returned to Ciel, watching him clean the silver utensil carefully with his tongue. A devilish smirk quickly flashed across his facade, but Ciel took no note of it as he continued his ministrations. Sebastian smiled quietly to himself a little longer, until Ciel looked up at him, his face quizzical as to why this stranger's eyes watched him so attentively.

"Well, I wish you the best of luck."

Sebastian moved, stirring form his seat and motioning to stand. Ciel jumped, hurriedly getting to his feet and causing the chair to make an unpleasant noise upon the tile floor as it shifted, he set the fork down on the plate next to the remaining pastry with a chiming clang.

In the flourish of movement Sebastian took a few steps towards the boy, bending at the waist before him and taking a bow. Ciel blinked vigorously, looking down as the raven-haired man took his hand carefully and pulled it closer to his face, planting a small kiss upon the boy's diminutive hand.

Ciel, in turn, flushed a vibrant crimson, his spine snapping up straight and his hand dropping to his side as Sebastian let it fall, standing tall before him again.

"This has been lovely, thank you for your fine company, il mio piccolo principe."

With a small smirk and a flourish of refined movement, the man named Sebastian Michaelis waltzed out the doors.

Ciel stood beside the table, awe struck. His heart was beating in his chest, threatening to jump out of his throat and onto the cold marble floors with flightiness.

Beppe meanwhile, had waved a nice goodbye to his customer before staring at the poor boy for a bit.

"Oh my little Ciel, you seem to be quite the charmer, no?" he teased gently, letting out a loud laugh as Ciel looked to him with a prickly glare.

Ciel looked at his cake, but then also to the piece of paper on the table that contained the riddle he had been assigned. He picked it up, examining it curiously until his eyes widened and his mouth opened in astonishment.

"Oh!"

Beppe looked at Ciel again, raising an eyebrow at him, "What is it?"

Ciel remained silent, staring at the paper as a grin spread across his face. The elegant lettering along the side said it all, and he felt his insides get flighty once again with delight.

"One's Heart."

Beppe cast Ciel a confused look again, "What?"

"If you break me, I do not stop working. If you lose me, nothing will matter. If you touch me, I may be snared. What am I? The answer is One's Heart."

Beppe grinned, nodding his head in defeat and chuckling to himself.

"I guess Mr. Michaelis like riddles to then, huh?"

Ciel only smiled at the piece of paper, turning to look at Beppe and nodding with a small laugh that chimed like bells.

"I guess so then."

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"Ciel! Ciel!"

A woman with long blond hair once again ran towards the tiny boy who sat at a worn mahogany table, he was eating a small breakfast peacefully and he looked to her with disdain as he had been disturbed. She was wearing heels again, this time ones that were black, and her dress was a plain beige suit with obsidian accents; Ciel had known she as approaching when he heard the tell-tale clacking of her heels upon the floor. Unlike Ciel though, her eyes were a dark burgundy color, betraying their likeness. His aunt shared most of her features with his dearest mother, whom he knew he would never see again.

As soon as the crimson ink had dripped from her limp form that day, Ciel had known his dearest mama was not going to come back home as she always used to; with a small sweet and smile; with a warm hug and loving heart.

She was gone.

"What is it Auntie Emmeline?" He let out a small sigh, looking at the woman who held a small white box in her hands. It was plain and undecorated; nothing adorned its surface save for a few marks of its journey. She cast him a glare, angry at his defiant tone.

Ciel raised an eyebrow at the parcel, as his relative approached putting it on the table carefully. They both sat at the modest table, in the tiny kitchen of a cramped apartment. It was disheveled and decrepit but homely, adorned with the garnishes of living. Outside the streets below bustled; the noise a relentless low buzz, punctured by a few loud yells of greetings or surprise.

"First of all, don't talk to your auntie like that!" She pointed a bony finger at him, her feminine features contorting into a much less pleasant configuration briefly. When Ciel rolled his single visible eye, she gave him a sharp smack across the face and he cowered slightly, recoiled into his chair and clutching his face gingerly.

She nearly huffed again, now taking a seat at the table.

"It just came here a moment ago! Someone delivered it, said it was from a 'Mr. M', or something like that. No address or anything! It's almost rude!" As she spoke, she carefully opened the box, lifting its lid to reveal a small cake.

Ciel's eyes lit up and he scrambled from his cringing position to get a better look at the object. His heart leapt as he gazed upon the pastry, its surface was plain, white and lacy, but in an elegant blue frosting something was scrawled across the top.

"I don't know what this means, do you? Ridiculous! Who sends a cake this early?" the woman's face contorted, and she looked to her charge who did not tear his eyes from the cake.

Ciel read the text aloud, his voice ringing with gentle anticipation, his heart pattering against his tiny ribcage with excitement; he felt his heart pound with absolute bliss.

He only had to look at the words scrawled in sapphire, and he knew beyond a reasonable doubt the culprit.

"Buongiorno, il mio piccolo principe."

His aunt once again cast him an estranged look, giving a small shake of her head.

He only picked up the small piece of paper that rested a little under the small cake, reading it quietly to himself.

"To my little prince,

Please remember;

La vita è bella.

Con amore,

Sebastian M. Michaelis"

Thanks guys!

I really REALLY put a lot into writing this little thing. (As if you've read my other one shots you'll notices it's not quite my usual style)

And I hope the rest of them go well to. Haha! I hope you all liked my random Moulin Rouge Quote xD

What were you expecting? Shakesphere? xD

I just felt it was a good way to start of the set of these lovely ficlets I will be bringing to you! So for now I bid you adieu and ask for your earnest reviews!

As far as the Italian goes here are some small translations if you didn't pick up on them:

Buongiorno: Good Morning

Grazie: Thank you

piccolo principe: Little Prince

il mio piccolo principe: My little Prince

So there you have it!

Thanks again everyone!

-Staacy