I feel very lazy, yet strangely satisfied. I am so sorry about not updating on my other stories, but end of the year tests and moving takes a lot out ya, it sucks your muse out. Well, I just started to watch Black Butler, on Netflix, and I gotta admit, I'm hooked. Sooo, my muse was all fired up O_o... Here it is, my new story! =D. I apologize if I get anything incorrect, please pm me or review to correct my mistakes. Hope you like it. ~Hiddenshadowsoul (I do not own Black Butler)

It was a dark night. Smoke poured into the sky, like souls fleeing from hell. A house was burning down, consumed by a raging fire. A small crowd gathered around the mansion, watching, as a family was turn apart. However, as soon as the moon came out from behind the smoke, it shined a light on a figure in the dark, who was making its way from the fire. A few onlookers rushed to meet the only survivor, who in turn collapsed into their arms. She would not remember the details of that night, till it was too late.

"Young Master, may I be bold enough to inquire who this lady is?" Ciel Phantomhive glanced over at his butler, who merely bowed to him.

"She is Lady Celeste Oriel-Rousseau of France. Lady Celeste is the heir to both the Oriel fortune and the Rousseau throne. She is also my aunt, from my father's side. Technically she is my aunt, four times removed, but as I have few relatives, I call her my aunt. She is, very supportive of me. I believe you would call her, my favorite." Sebastian nodded at his master's words, showing no emotion, except for the look in his eyes.

"How long will she be here, my Lord?" Ciel frowned.

"When she wakes up, then I will tell you how long she will be here. I have already arranged for a member of her staff to arrive and take care of his mistress. He will be here shortly." Sebastian bowed.

"Very good, my Lord."

The curtains were drawn in the room Celeste rested in. Her scorched dress was replaced with a snow-white nightgown, and her long white-blue tresses were combed and plaited. A single black glove covered her left hand. She laid still and pale. As sunlight crept through the curtains, it fell onto her face in a delicate pattern. Just as the rays of light were about to reach her eyes, she woke up.

Blinking her dark blue eyes, Celeste looked around, trying to identify where she was. The room was dark with the only light penetrating it belonging to the sun. As she started to slip out of bed a knock came at the door. It opened to revel Celeste's personal butler, Leon. His long golden orange hair was tied neatly at the nape of his neck with his green catlike eyes glowing through the darkness.

"My Lady, you are awake." Leon had brought in a silver tray, covered in a tea set and breakfast items.

"Your tea, Mistress, and would you prefer scones or a fruit tart?" He handed a cup to Celeste who took it.

"A fruit tart please, and Leon? Where are we?" Leon glanced at his delicate mistress, who was sipping her tea.

"We are in your nephew's, Ciel Phantomhive's, townhouse home in the city of London." At that Leon's mouth twitched.

"The Oriel mansion home in the country was burned down two days ago. As you know, all our staff was out that day preparing our townhouse in Paris, and I was out gathering the, fresh tea. A fire had started, and you were in that fire for a while. You were on the verge of death." Leon then handed Celeste her fruit tart before continuing.

"Of course your fine now, and Earl Phantomhive graciously offered for you to stay with him, while you heal. As your orders say, the Oriel and Rousseau representatives are working in your steed to run things smoothly and to your satisfactory. They both wish you a full recovery, and that you take an extended leave to heal and spend time with your nephew." Celeste nodded, before setting her teacup down.

"Ciel, listen to reason. It's unseemly for a boy of your age to live alone, without a chaperone. You need someone to look after you." Aunt Ann, more commonly known as Madam Red, was pacing the breakfast room, with Ciel and Sebastian looking on.

"Madam Red, I am perfectly capable to look after myself, and besides, I'm not alone. I have Sebastian and the rest of my staff. There is no need for me to come live with you. "That's not good enough. It's only been a few weeks since, the fire. The staff you talk about, you hardly know them. And your home is still under construction. The whole society is counting on me to take you in, and care for you. It's what your parents would have wanted. You also need a representative. People will not listen to a child. I am your only other relative that could take you in. Besides, it does not matter. You will have to stay with me. It's a law."

Ciel felt his anger rise at what the Madam Red was saying. She knew what he was capable of, yet she still treated him like a spoiled child. Sebastian placed his hand on his young master, knowing if her said any words of anger to her, it would not blow over well. Madam Red continued to talk.

"Ciel, there is no other option-"

"Yes, there is." The three in the room looked at the doorway.

"Aunt Celeste. How are you feeling?" Ciel eyed his aunt carefully, comparing her mentally to a china doll. While he normally didn't care for his Aunt Ann, his Aunt Celeste was different. She was after all the one who understood him the most.

~Flashback~

Ciel stood in front of his parents freshly made gravestones. His emotions were swirling around inside. He felt pain, anger, rage, loss, and sadness. As a few tears slipped silently down his face, he heard footsteps approaching. He turned to see Lady Celeste Oriel-Rousseau, his aunt from France, approach him.

"Hello Ciel." He glanced up at her face. Most of the nobility called Lady Celeste eye's, soul eyes. They say that her eyes could see into your soul. They also reveled most of her emotions.

"Hello Lady Celeste. What brings you here?" Celeste handed her umbrella and shawl to her butler, who then retreated a respectful distance away.

"I've come to say good-bye Ciel."

"Good-bye?"

"Yes, to your parents. I've come to thank them for the happy moments they have given me and the sad. I have come to respect the lives they led, and the wishes they fulfilled. So, to say good-bye."

"But don't you think they died to early? Don't you think they had more life to lead?"

"No. I believe that everyone has a fate. The fate you have is set in stone. Like when you die. It's your fate. But your destiny leads you to that fate, and the destiny? It's not decided. Your parents could have died early, or later in life. But they had to die sometime, just like I will die."Ciel glanced at her.

"Your right. But that doesn't mean that I'll get over my parents murders."

"I never asked you to. I never got over my own parents murders."

~Flashback end~

The young maiden smiled at her nephew.

"I'm fine Ciel, thanks for asking. Thank you, as well, for bringing my butler here. It truly means a lot." Madam Red threw a dirty look at Celeste. It was no secret that the two women didn't get along, and hated each other.

"What do you mean he has another option." Celeste nodded in her direction.

"I am related to him as well, Madam Red. I offer my services to live with him, until it is deemed proper for him to live alone. I can do my work in London, and finish what my father started. I have no problems." Ciel looked at his aunt.

"Thank you Aunt Celeste. I will think about your offer, and will get back to you later today."

Celeste smiled.

"Leon?" At once, her butler was at her side.

"What may I do for you My Lady?"

"Please get me some tea. I am feeling quite parched."

"At once Mistress." He turned and left, leaving Sebastian to look at the retreating Leon suspiciously.

"Lady Oriel-Rousseau, if, I may, how long has Leon been in your service, as a butler?" Celeste looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Quite bold of you to address me so directly butler." At that Ciel turned and hissed something at Sebastian.

"I like that, but be careful on how bold you get, and with whom you get bold with, without your master's permission." She grinned.

"Call me Lady Celeste, Lady Oriel-Rousseau makes me sound old. Leon has been my butler from when I was twelve, till now. So, about seven years."

Revised 1/28/16 Thank you for reading. ~Hiddenshadowsoul