Author's Note
OH BALLS. It's taking me forever to write Ryoko14's smut because I am lazy and should be shot for it. ; Also, I'm not sure if I will get 'round to writing a sequel for Nightmares. Not without inspiration, anyway. Ahaha, I'm terrible. So, now, here's a new Kuroshitsuji fanfiction for while you wait for me to get my ass in gear. I am also writing this instead of starting my English essay which is due in two weeks, just to let you all know how much of a procrastinator I am. :D

Rated T for now, but will later be rated M for: swearing, slash, violence, and possible rape if I can bring myself to write it, and god-knows what else will be in this.

Warnings for: AU, slight OOC (I'm trying to get them as in character as possible!) and the aforementioned reasons for this fic being M. And Grell. Because he deserves his own warning. And his own café.

Also, I forgot to suggest a song in Hide and Seek! So here are two awesomesauce songs for you to go and track down;

Bye Bye Baby by OK GO and A Diabolic Waltz from the Kuroshitsuji.

Rain pelted the windows of the small apartment fiercely, to which the owner of said apartment sighed. Ciel Phantomhive was a young man of twenty, although it had been commented by many, much to his chagrin, that he looked a lot younger due to his short stature and boyish features.

'This rain just won't go away, will it?' he sighed to himself, visible blue eye glaring at the storm, which seemingly intensified in response. Once again, he was unable to do his job, and Ciel re-read the instructions he'd received, which had been accompanied by a snapshot of a handsome, raven-haired man.

Track down Sebastian Michaelis.
He frequents a small café on Mains Boulevard, and
is there everyday from precisely 2 o'clock to 3:30*.
It is believed he lives north of this café, however
his address is unknown.
It is advisable to follow him to his home and kill him there.

The signature was an unintelligible scrawl, but Ciel assumed that if his current employer knew where he lived, then they would probably also know where to send the money to when he had finished the job. A murder would certainly make the news, and the murder of Sebastian Michaelis would be even bigger. He was the well known owner of a large stationary company. Ciel wasn't exactly sure how owning a stationary company could get you any enemies, but he assumed that the billions of dollars that the Black Cat company made every year, jealousy was enough to warrant a quick shot to the head. With a small huff at being unable to start his job, the young man decided that television could help ease his boredom.

With a large yawn, the assassin woke, his alarm beginning to ring, signalling that it was 8. The rain had stopped some time during the night, and now the sky was a beautiful blue colour without a cloud in the sky.

'Looks like I'll be able to do my job today,' Ciel said to himself as he sat on his bed, looking out the window. Though it was still early in the man's opinion, the street outside was already filled with noise. There were people jogging, birds chirping happily and a dog somewhere barking at cars. All in all, it seemed like a pleasant day.

Midday rolled around, and Ciel deemed it to be much too early for it to be 12 already. However, he got ready for his job all the same; double- and triple-checking that he had his keys, handgun and silencer all before leaving home for Mains Boulevard. It was a shame his employer couldn't have been more specific about which café he should be looking for; the boulevard was filled with snobbish cafés filled with the upper crust of society. It seemed that fortune was smiling upon the hit man at that moment, as amongst the garish clothes of the day's current fashion, he spotted a tall man in a black overcoat with dark, silken black hair. There! Ciel hurried to keep up with his target, and was surprised by the café he had entered. Most of the furniture and decorations were red and on the back wall was a neon sign that read "Grellybean's Café". Ciel took a seat in one of the booths away from Sebastian, but sat so he was able to watch the man's movements.

'Sebastian!' was the sudden cry over the constant buzz of people chatting as a red-clad, red-haired man, who Ciel initially mistook to be a woman, slid into the seat next to the business owner.

'Grell,' Sebastian replied, visibly irritated by the other's presence.

'The usual today, my dearest Romeo?' Grell asked cheerily, attempting to pull his customer into a hug, which Sebastian skilfully managed to avoid.

'Yes, the usual. And please don't touch me. Ever,' the black-haired man growled as Grell skipped happily over to Ciel to take his order.

'Um… Just an Earl Grey tea,' the assassin replied, hoping the man wouldn't attempt to pull him into a hug either.

'Coming right up!' the redhead smiled, heading back to relay the orders to the kitchen staff.

Surprisingly, the tea was actually good. Usually, Ciel didn't really trust others to make him tea, but it seemed this place was alright. Judging by Sebastian's face however, the cakes were not.

'Sebastian, I'm sorry!' Grell practically cried to the man, 'Undertaker is sick, so Baldroy had to cook, and… And he's just terrible, but I can't bring myself to fire him!' Sebastian sighed and tried to shake the redhead off of his arm.

'It's fine, just get off of me.'

'I won't charge you a thing for today! I can't have my best, most favourite customer leave me because I made him pay for horrible cake,' the vivacious man said happily, releasing Sebastian. It looked like the black-haired man was about to leave, so Ciel got up and went to the counter to pay.

'Ah, hello!' a young woman, also with red hair though it seemed less vivid, smiled warmly to the young man. The assassin wondered what her eyes looked like; her glasses were so thick he couldn't make them out, 'what table number?' Casting a glance back to check, Ciel replied, '13.'

'Ah, Mey-Rin!' Grell called from Sebastian's table, who appeared not to be letting the man leave, 'Sebastian isn't getting charged today!'

Mey-Rin nodded and smiled at her employer, before turning her attention back to Ciel.

'It's ₤1.50 today!' she chirped, and waved goodbye when the assassin left, who had managed to catch a glimpse of Sebastian leaving the café, and he hurried after his target.

Although he hated to admit it, Ciel was completely and utterly lost. He had followed Sebastian, though not too closely so as not to be caught or look too suspicious, but had taken so much care in not being noticed that he had not been taking notice of his surroundings, and now had no clue where he was.

'I'll figure it out,' the blue-eyed man mumbled gloomily to himself as he continued to follow the business owner. He knew that wherever he was, it was most certainly on the high-end of the city; the buildings were either old and grand, or were contemporary and just a little creepy. Sebastian's seemed to be a mix of both. It looked to have originally been an old manor, but now it had a modern water feature out the front of it, and odd little touches to the outside that hinted that the inside was most certainly more modern than the outside made it look. The assassin tried not to gape in awe at the house, and he snuck around to the back to find a way inside. This didn't go so well, as he was met by a hit to the back of the head that rendered him unconscious.

P.S.

*According to the character guide, Sebastian begins preparing Ciel's afternoon tea at 2, and serves it at 3:30. He also wakes Ciel and serves him his early morning tea at 8.

I'll continue to use the character guide to help me. I also really love reviews. /not-so-subtle hint.

Edit
Thankyou to lilacbird for correcting me about currency. I'm an idiot and I forget that the Brits do not use the dollar (yet I seem to remember that the Japs use yen, the Indians use rupees, etc.). So, thankyou once again!
If you spot anything else like this, just let me know, okay guys? Thanks!