A/N: Welcome. This is my first fan-fiction I have ever written. I would like to ask the readers to truthfully review my story and make any suggestions or point out any mistake if you see any. This would really help me become a better writer.

Pairing(s): CielxSebastian

Warning: I do not own Kuroshitsuji! It all belongs to the amazing Yana Toboso.

This story contains a slash pairing(shonen-ai, yaoi). There won't be anything to flip pancakes over like crazy, but please proceed with caution.

Chapter 1~

Ciel Phantomhive, future head of the Phantomhive noble family and son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive, swung through the main doors and strode down the crowded hallway of Merryweather Public High School.

He watched as the students chattered and walked by loudly and quickly. He was very conscious of the strange glances they cast towards his direction. Ciel ignored the stares and continued to search for the main office.

The young boy could already feel his strong dislike for the school boiling inside him. He couldn't believe his parents could even consider a public school for him, being extremely intelligent and well educated already.

With all the money the Phantomhive family had they could have just gotten him a private tutor. Now, he would have to spend the so called "best four years of your life" with a bunch of idiots.

"Preposterous," the boy mused aloud as he turned a corner "Absolutely insane!-" Once he turned the corner of the hallway, he bumped into a tall, stiff figure. His face fell flat on the marble floor tile and all of his books that he was carrying, scattered everywhere.

Ciel's face burned with anger and embarrassment up to his ears. He pushed himself off the ground until he was in a sitting position and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. 'Whoever pushed me was going to pay with their meaningless... life-' his thoughts suddenly came to a halt.

At first, he couldn't seem to make out the face of the mystery person, but his vision started to adjust to reveal a dazzling face of an older man standing before the boy on the floor. He had piercing red eyes and flawless white skin. The man wore glasses and his dark raven hair was styled elegantly to the sides of his slender face. Ciel sat speechless for a moment, his mouth slightly ajar, trying to say something, anything at all.

The man stretched his arm out, indicating he wanted to help him off the floor. "My deepest apologies," he said with a gentle yet striking voice. 'Should I give into his offer for help. No. Where is your pride Ciel! You could stand up on your own without anyone to lift you up. I'm no mere child,'

Ciel pushed the man's hand away and stood up on his own. He stacked up his books into a pile and zoomed right past him without ever making eye contact. Once he was as faraway as possible, he started walking calmly.

'I just arrived in this hell hole others call school and I find ways to attract attention. Just what I don't need! Never mind him, I'll most likely not see him around. I'm just a new freshmen who is trying to find his way to the damn office,'

Ciel looked everywhere for most of the morning until he finally found a door with the words 'office' written in large letters. He turned the knob and pushed the heavy door open. The room was terribly small to be an office, with only a two chairs to sit in and a glass desk in the middle. It was also terribly clean. Not a spot of spilled coffee on the rug nor crumpled papers. It made Ciel uneasy. He noticed the large black chair behind the desk was being occupied by someone. The person was facing a large window that had a perfect view of every corner of the school grounds.

"Excuse me. I'm the new student at this school. My name is Ciel-" the man behind the chair lifted his hand for Ciel to silence himself. Ciel sighed and tightened his grip on the books he was holding, afraid they would slip at any moment.

"I know who you are. Please have a seat." the man said. Ciel gritted his teeth and did as he was told.

"Now then, Ciel Phantomhive," the boy suddenly shivered when his name was said.

"There is a map of the school on my desk, a schedule and a book on all the rules and regulations expected for each student to follow." Ciel took the papers on the transparent desk and placed them at the top of the stack of books he was carrying.

"Make sure to wear the uniform daily and attend to all of your classes. Do as you are instructed and you shall be fine, you shall...survive I should say," the man chuckled.

Ciel didn't even know who this guy was and he could already tell he wouldn't be getting along with him, no matter how important the man was. The way he spoke to him was calm but with a hint of curiosity on how the boy would react to his words.

"I thank you for the advice but I don't think I'll be taking any into consideration." Ciel could sense the man sitting behind the desk was becoming irritated. The man became dead silent.

"You see," Ciel continued "I, being a Phantomhive, have always survived through all the hardship thrown at my family. School is nothing but a mere...task. I'll survive on my own with my own rules." he confidently finished.

"Is that all, sir?" Ciel said sharply.

The man finally spoke after thinking what the new student said

"Yes, yes. You may leave." he waved his hand as Ciel headed to the door.

"Oh, and Phantomhive," Ciel stopped as he was about to walk into the hallway and turned his head slightly to listen.

"I will be watching your every move," Ciel couldn't help but smile. The man laughed as the boy walked out of his office.

"Every step."

Ciel took out his schedule and saw his first period was History, Room 666. The classroom was just on the far end of the hallway were the office was. He entered the room slowly, afraid of interrupting a lesson.

He saw he was the first one to even get to class before the teacher. Ciel sighed and chose any seat he wanted. His eyes landed on the front row, center, desk. It had a view of the whole chalk-board and it seemed to be the only desk that wasn't already occupied with school books. The class was much larger than the office was and, like the office, it was spotless.

He set his books and bag down and sat there, observing the new scenery of "school". Ciel never had gone to school or anywhere in general. His wealthy parents always had tutors but they wanted a change for their child. His parents were worried about how Ciel never got to socialize with other children and explore more. He sighed as he remembered his parents dragging him out of bed in the morning to get to school.

The room was spic and span. Clean board, clean desks, everything color coded. As Ciel scanned the room further he noticed a large door that seemed to be a closet for supplies. 'I wonder...' Curious, he walked towards it and opened it slightly.

"Please don't go in there." a man said behind him. Ciel spun around before he even got a chance to peek inside. The young boy's teeth clenched as he saw who the person was. It was the man from before. The one that tripped had tripped the poor student. 'Don't tell he's my homeroom teacher for this year!'

"You startled me!" he said breathing heavily.

"Pardon me but you are not permitted to go back there unless I give you permission. What is your name?"

"Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive."

"Well, well Ciel, I am your homeroom teacher this school year. I hope we can have an enjoyable year together. Oh, and please forgive me for what happened earlier today." Ciel tried to look stoic as he remembered how vulnerable he felt when he was on the floor, the stupid face he must have made when he laid eyes on the handsome man.

"Just, forget about it." he simply said.

The raven haired man smirked, walked away and sat down at his desk to start arranging papers. Ciel resumed his own desk as well and took out the supplies needed for History class. He then folded his hands on the desk and awaited further instructions, as his parents had told him to act when in the presence of any adult.

He watched as the man stood up and wrote on the board; Sebastian Michaelis. 'So his name is Sebastian Michaelis. Mr. Michaelis.' The teacher cleaned his hands from the chalk and resumed his seat.

Time felt slow to Ciel and he started to wonder how early it was. He just arrived to his first class and he wanted to call his father to come pick him up already. Ciel had the urge to start reading a book when he felt like he was being watched.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Mr. Michaelis, who was looking straight at him. He tried to ignore the teacher and watched as he twiddled his thumbs. The sound of the teacher's chair sliding across the floor was heard and Ciel could hear his footsteps become closer. Before the boy could even process what was going on, the man was soaring above him.

Mr. Michaelis was a tall young looking man. He wore a large and slightly open smirk. His features were almost feline, from his slender body and his smooth actions. Ciel wondered if he was going to stand in front of his desk with that face all day.

Mr. Michaelis gently placed a hand on the tip of Ciel's chin, the delicate touch of his fingertips setting off a tingling sensation in Ciel's face that felt like the tiniest of electric shocks. 'The hell does he think he's doing?' Ciel's chin was pulled up forcefully to making eye contact with the teacher. The boy kept an apathetic face but on the inside he was confused by his actions. Mr. Michaelis turned his head to the side; left to right. Observing his features. Ciel could hear him chuckle under his breath.

His hand traveled to his cheek and started to caress it gently. The boy's eyes widened in shock. No one but his mother would ever touch him in this...caring manner. Ciel lost his cool and control, he quickly smacked the man's hand away from his face. He stared at floor not wanting to look at the teacher and show his embarrassed face.

Mr. Michaelis eyed the new student with great curiosity. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was just admiring your cute face. Your bone structure is very...interesting." As Mr. Michaelis expected, the comment made Ciel blush madly. He could not believe that anyone could ever make him, Ciel Phantomhive, this uneasy. He could not believe a teacher could even dream of saying such a thing to a student.

Before Ciel could speak, the bell rang. He coughed and straightened his uniform out. Mr. Michaelis smiled and started to write a lesson on England next to where he had written his name.

Pupils started to pour in quickly in large groups. None of them took any notice of him greatly. The students just glanced at Ciel and planned out how they would make the new kid wish he had never stepped foot into the school. They all sat with their friends and turned their desks to talk to one another, obviously not giving a damn about a lesson on England. Mr. Michaelis looked at the now, loud, class and gave long sigh.

Mr. Michaelis found no other option to silence the class, so he slammed a meter stick on his desk loudly for the class to hear. The whole class flinched and turned to face the angry teacher.

"Much better," Mr. Michaelis smirked. "Let's start the lesson, shall we."

The class groaned and tried to pay attention to the awfully uninteresting lecture. Ciel was starting to doze off as he remembered Mr. Michaelis' actions from earlier. The teacher's hands, he noticed, were freezing cold but smooth and somewhat welcoming.

'Why did he even do that in the first place?'

"Ciel, may you please read paragraph 11 of your text book."

'What if I hadn't pushed his hands away? What would he have done?'

"Ciel!"

Ciel bounced back to reality when he heard the loud slam of a ruler on his desk.

"What? What do you want! Can't you see I'm-" 'What have I done?' he thought. 'Did I just say that? This isn't like me. I must be ill.'

Mr. Michaelis gave the boy an evil look and pointed right at his face with the ruler.

"Detention. After school. One hour. Pay attention!" The class erupted in a barrel of laughter at Ciel's misfortune.

Ciel could not believe the nerve of this teacher. His attitude and temper. 'He has humiliated me too much in one day, he trips me, starts acting touchy with me, and now gives me detention,'

'Brilliant! Great! Genius!'

'Well then. If he wants to keep playing this silly game all freshmen year I don't see why I can't join.'

A/N: This is a re-edit/re-written version of this chapter. Thank you for your patience and support.

~Madeline Von Rose~