Alright so to celebrate my comeback I decided to re-write this story. It will now have more dialogue and a stronger storyline ^^

She looked on from her dark alley watching noblemen and women walking past her. She glared as they talked about their rich and perfect lives, they always say that they felt blessed from God but they ignored her when she would beg for a decent gold coin, sometimes they would spit on her. Getting a sort of thrill seeing the sad face the delicate child showed afterwards.

'Does God bless the selfish?' the little five year old thought with deep bitterness.

It was starting to snow, England was famous for that and for the unforgiving cold which was never a wonderful sign for those who did not have a home to go to for warmth. The small girl wrapped her tattered, grimy shawl around her shoulders and tucked her pale knees under her chin.

She saw a man who appeared to be eighteen walking near her alley, he had on a top hat, silk dark blue clothes and he carried a walking stick with the handle in the shape of a skull. She then noticed a tall man in black walking behind him. From her perspective, he must be a butler; meaning that they must have money.

"Kind sir," She asked quietly uncurling a hand that was keeping the shawl in place, "Would you spare a coin for this poor unfortunate child? So that she may live to see another day?"

'Why Botha. This one'll be the same as the others'

Ciel Phantomhive, the head of the Phantomhive family had just finished his stroll in the city although he never liked being around other people, he hated the hustle and bustle of those who wanted nothing but more money and the usual , due to some certain events that had happened this year, he somehow needed to hear something other than the silence that echoed in the manor.

Ciel was preparing to go home when he heard a voice.

"Kind sir, would you spare a coin for this poor unfortunate child? So that she may live to see another day?"

Both he and Sebastian turned to an alleyway and saw a small child who looked like she was about four or five, she had pale blond hair that was messy, a tattered shirt and pants, her feet were bare and had bandages wrapped around the ankles and arches, and she had dark blue eyes. She was covered in thin layers of grime and dirt, very unsightly to a noble born man like Ciel. The small child fully expected him to brush her off, like so many others have done before and just waited for the usual insults to come.

"Sebastian," He called on his faithful butler.

The tall man behind him bowed his head," Yes Master?"

"Give the child some money," He ordered before going about his day.

Sebastian rose an eyebrow but complied to the order, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin. He placed on the child's grimey palm and left. .

The little girl was surprised but made a small smile,

"Thank you sir...'

That was all he heard before joining his master, he did make one final glance at the girl's trembling form. It seems that even with money to help her live just one more day, the cold was just too much for the child bear.

On the ride home, Ciel began to think about the child who had asked for money, what was a street child doing in the rich part of the country anyway? As far as he could remember, not once did he see her there and it was not normal for the homeless to migrate to the upper states as there were no abandoned buildings to use as shelters.

Later that night in his study, he still had the image of that child, the way she looked at him. They didn't sparkle of a child's innocence like normal children instead they looked like she gave up on the world and when she begged, she didn't have any hope whatsoever, as if she was expecting him to walk by.

"Young master?"

The man was brought back from his thoughts and saw Sebastian with his night tea.

"Sebastian," Ciel said in his authoritative voice," Go back to the city and find that girl. Bring her to me, alive and unharmed."

The demon tilted his head but simply said," Yes sir."

The young girl shivered as the snow began to pile over her tiny body. The shawl was damp from the snow and it made her already freezing body shiver even more. Her stomach growled with wild hunger, the gold coin she was given was stolen from her when she tried to buy something from the bakery, the bruise on her stomach was the result of the baker kicking her out, literally. She curled up tighter when the harsh cold winds grew stronger and more painful. Her hair froze and it started to make her a tad sleepy, her bare feet were numb as were her hands. She couldn't even feel the shawl, her only source of warmth, any longer.

Before she could find a place for shelter, mainly a crate or a tarp that sometimes kept the cold away, she heard footsteps approach her, the child wanted to desperately get away but her weak and half frozen body refused to move no matter how hard she had tried. The footsteps were coming closer until a lone figure stood in front of her, the child-still trembling- looked up at the person and immediately recognized him as the butler from before.

"You poor dear," He said in emotionless worry, he knelt to her eye level and cupped her gaunt cheek, it's warmth felt wonderful ," You're chilled to the bone."

The child flinched at the touch as she was long used to being beaten by those of the upper class; especially their servants who were ordered to do so.

" Are you a grim reaper?"

Sebastian smirked," No child, I'm simply one hell of a butler."

He took off his coat and draped it on the child. At first the small the child thought the large garment was just a gift from the man to keep her warm but instead he scooped her up gently. Careful not harm the very fragile human.

'She's almost frozen solid,' He thought to himself.

The girl was taken by surprise when picked up by the man, the coat was warm from the body heat, it warmed her body. All she remembered next was being placed in a warm carriage before falling asleep. The icicles forming in her hair slowly melting from the warming sensation of the carriage.

"Young master I have brought the child as you asked," Sebastian said calmly holding the small child who was still sleeping.

Ciel was reading some important document but he nodded in acknowledgement," Good, bathe her and put her in the guest room at once"

The butler nodded and left leaving the boy in his thoughts.

'What in God's name am I thinking?'

Sebastian walked in the washroom and sat the child on the small chair that was near the large porcelain tub. Gently, not waking the child, Sebastian removed the rags that were used as clothing. Sebastian almost gagged at the stench the garments held, his sense in smell being more advanced than humans, the stench was rather overwhelming. After tossing the garments aside, he looked at the child's filthy form and concluded that she needed a sponge bath before being placed in the tub.

The butler filled a small tub with steaming hot water and grabbed a small piece of cloth which he poured liquid lily scented soap it after it was dipped into the water. Sebastian lathered the clothe and picked up the child's small and dirty leg to give it a proper cleaning. Knowing full well that this had to of been the girl's first bathing in such a long time.

After the sponge bath, the demon picked up the now clean child and placed her in the tub that had filled with warm water. To his amazement, the child was still showing no signs of waking up.

'I may have overdone it,' He thought, for precautionary measures, Sebastian had used his powers to calm the child if she were to resist leaving the place that was her home. street children were known to be feral and violent. The spell succeeded but it left the child in a comatose state, made the job easier.

After her bath, Sebastian wrapped a large towel around the little one and carried her to the guest room where he dressed her in crisp and clean sleepwear. He would have to deal with the matted and tangled hair in the morning. And he tucked the child in the bed, making sure she was comfortable and warm.

For extra heating, Sebastian started a small fire in the fireplace and left the room. Walking in the hallway, he had a brief encounter with the Lady of the House, Elizabeth. After the incident with the Campania, Frances had ordered Ciel and Elizabeth to wed earlier than expected. It was rather scandalous but it had to be done.

"Lady Elizabeth," Sebastian greeted with a bow of respect.

The sixteen year old smiled and bowed her head, the girl had long stopped being hyper and demanding after a certain incident a few years ago but she still retained her obsession with anything she would deem cute.

"Good evening Sebastian," She greeted back, "Who was that you carried to the guest room?"

The butler explained about the child he was ordered to retrieve and bid the young lady a good night. He heard footsteps and the closing of the guest room door.

The little girl groaned a bit when she started to wake up from her fainting spell, she was expecting to wake up on her spot in the alley; drenched to the bone from the snow and hungry for food. Instead she woke up in a large room with elegant decorations, she then realized that she was in a bed, a very warm bed with plush blankets and a soft pillow. Was this real silk?

She had to be dreaming or maybe she finally gave in to the cold and died, whatever it was she liked it.

She sunk back into the covers and fell back asleep when the door opened and someone walked in like a shadow.

"Young lady it is time to wake up," Sebastian said calmly with a smile on his face opening the curtains to let the sun in.

The little girl made a soft sound and opened her eyes, she saw a tall man in black standing by the bed, he made a small bow.

"My apologies miss for waking you but my master wishes to talk to you."

The little girl just stared at him but nodded, she pushed the covers off her body and noticed that she wasn't wearing her normal clothes but a long sleeved nightgown and white stockings. Despite being a five year old she was smart so she guessed that the butler must've redressed her.

"I've prepared a light breakfast for you since it must have been a while since you have eaten a decent meal," the demon said as he poured some tea for the child.

He gave the cup to the girl who took it cautiously and began to drink it.

"Earl Grey," She mumbled and drank it again, she had smelled this aroma before but was never given the chance to sample it.

The taste was amazing but it did irritate her stomach.

Sebastian smiled and picked up the girl to change her into suitable clothes. When he was done, the child now wore a dress and laced up boots, her hair was matted so Sebastian sat her down in front of a mirror, for moment the child saw what she looked like for the first time, she looked into her dark blue eyes and smiled. It was interrupted when a torture device was firmly planted on her head and pulled backwards.

She screamed and jerked her head away and looked up at the man, "What was that?!"

'A rather rustic dialect,' Sebastian thought, "Little one, I am simply brushing your hair."

In the butler's gloved hand was a silver brush.

"Get i' away from me," She cried out with her hands on her head.

"But your hair is an utter disgrace," The man reasoned.

The child all but stubbornly glared at him, if this keeps going, breakfast will become cold, Sebastian thought.

"Very well my dear," he set the brush down and pulled out a pair of scissors, " Sit back down."

With her guard still up, the girl walked back to the plush chair, the butler gently picked up a lump of the mangled hair and swiftly sheared it off. Seconds later, clumps of matted hair littered the floor; to the child it was far more better then having the torture device on her head.

A couple of minutes have passed until the floor was littered with clumps of tangled rope-like hair, making the child's new hairstyle resembling that of a boy. But it satisfied the child, she did not have to go through the torture device again.

He led her out of the room and brought her to the dining room where Ciel and the other servants were, she was seated on the right side of him. A plate of Bread, rolls, toast, muffins, boiled eggs, bacon, and sausages were placed on the table making the girl look at it, this was his definition of a light meal?

Ciel noticed the small child hesitation," Eat child."

She flinched at the snappiness of the mans voice and looked at him with big teary eyes.

Ciel sighed, "Sorry just eat or the food will all be wasted."

"Aww what a cute little girl," Finny the gardener said as he reached to pat the girls head, only to have Sebastian grab the girl before the hand could touch her. As a result Finny's hand shot right through the chair, the little girl's eyes almost popped out.

"I just had the chairs redone," The butler said setting the child down and pulling the chair out of the way to acquire a new one.

"Where am I?" the child muttered to herself as she was sat on a new chair, she looked at the food and with her hands grabbed a muffin and began to nibble at it. Ciel eyed the girl and noticed that she was not familiar with silverware as she kept using her hands to grab the food, even the hot foods.

"What is your name," He asked sipping his tea.

The girl stopped eating and stared at the man and mumbled," Rosella."

That was all she said and continued to eat until she began to appear ill when she tried to eat more food.

"Sebastian, take her back to bed," The young master ordered.

"As you wish sir," the demon bowed and led the child out of the dining room, she looked confused as of why he said that all of a sudden.

"The young master noticed you were looking quite ill, he doesn't like seeing his guests sick," Sebastian said as if reading her thoughts but she suspected something else.

As she was redressed into sleeping clothes the butler left, young Rosella began to wonder if she was dreaming, as she did she fell right back asleep.

'Why?'

'Papa help.'

'Rosella! '

Rosella jolted awake from her nightmare with a jolt in her tiny body, she trembled as she tried to shake it away the door opened to reveal both Sebastian and Ciel. The man in black carried a tray with a bowl filled with broth with toasted bread on the side. The man with the eye patch had some papers in his hands.

"Rosella, how long have you lived in that alley?" Asked Ciel.

Rosella was eating the broth after being briefly taught by Sebastian on how to use a spoon when she was asked the question she shrugged.

"I don't remember..."

"Well then what do you remember?"

"Waking up there," she finished her broth and was given some water.

Ciel nodded and walked out of the room with his loyal butler following.

In the study the young master sat at his desk and began to write down some notes.

"Young master, what are you planning to do with this child?" Sebastian asked quietly.

Ciel sighed, "It is quite obvious, I'm taking her in as a ward. At least until we find out where she came from."

The demon made a simple nod, "As you wish sir."

"One more thing," Ciel said looking over his shoulder," Whatever she wants, you must obey her. That is an order."

Sebastian smirked and bowed before his master," As you wish sir."

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JA ^^