Summary: "But, haven't you ever thought of-" "Ahh, my dear Master Phantomhive. You see, that is where you are wrong. Didn't anyone ever tell you that revenge solves nothing?"- a sweet innocent girl meets Ciel Phantomhive. Will she survive all the trouble he brings?

A/N: I know I'm supposed to be updating my other two fanfiction stories but this story has been bugging me for a while now. Oh yea! This will be anime and manga based (but mostly anime) just to let you know ahead of time! So please READ and REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji

Chapter 1

The Beginning

"Mommy? Daddy?" a little girl around the age of five called out, clutching her stuffed fox. She stumbled along the dark house, calling out for her parents.

'W-where are they? I only just went out to go play with Darla! Where are they? Why won't they answer me?' the little girl thought, worry creasing her brow.

She stumbled around before she tripped over a piece of furniture, skinning her knee and causing it to bleed. Whimpering softly, she pulled herself up and continued her search. As she neared her parent's bedroom, a sickly stench filled her nose and the poor girl almost threw up on the floor. Breathing in through her mouth, she walked slowly to her parent's room. Opening the door, she saw her mother and father in their room, blood splattered everywhere. The little girl's eyes grew wide as she stared at them. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor, tears spilling out of her eyes. She whimpered and crawled to her father, her stuffed toy completely forgotten at the door.

"D-daddy? Daddy! Please, please daddy! Please wake up!" she cried, shaking her dad's lifeless body.

The little girl let out a sob as she left her father's body and crawled towards her mother.

"M-mommy? Y-you are up, right mommy? Mommy?" the little girl whimpered, shaking her mother.

"M-my darling…" she heard her mother breathe out so low that the girl had to lean in to hear her.

"M-mommy!" the girl cried, clutching her mother's hand and bringing it up to her chest.

"My b-baby g-g-girl…"

"Y-yes mommy! I'm right here! Mommy what happened? Whoever did this to you I will-" the little girl was cut off by her mother.

"No baby. Remember what I told you: revenge solves nothing. Don't avenge us, live your life for your father and me…" the woman started saying but she was cut off by her violent coughs.

"M-mommy! Stop talking mommy! I will go and find some help mommy and-and you will get better!"

"No my darling…i-it's too late for me. B-but before I go…t-take this necklace from my neck as your inheritance. Keep…it as….a….remembrance of….your…fam…ily…." the mother breathed out her last breath as her chest grew still and her eyes closed.

"Mommy!" the girl cried, clutching tighter onto her mother's hand.

"N-no mommy! Please! Please don't leave me!" the girl sobbed for a few more minutes before she moved her shaking hands to her mother's throat and unclamped the necklace.

"I-I will listen to you mommy! I-I w-won't look f-for r-revenge. I-I will l-l-live for you and d-daddy! I p-promise1" the little girl sobbed as she took the necklace and put it on.

Sniffling, the little girl got up and made her way to the door, stumbling along the way. Picking up her toy, she stumbled to the front door and walked out. Once she was out, she fell to the cold and snow covered ground and cried. Her parents had been murdered….the day before Christmas.

7 years later…..

A boy around the age of twelve walked along the busy streets of London. He was nibbling on a piece of jam filled bread; his hat was pulled down so low that it covered his face, his shirts collar was flipped up so it covered his neck, and he was clutching an old and beaten up stuffed fox. As he walked, he slipped down a narrow alley way that connected to another street, effectively removing himself from the crowd.

'Finally! A chance to breath' the boy thought with a giggle.

So wrapped up in his thoughts, the poor child had failed to realize that there was someone else at the corner he was about to turn…until it was too late.

BAM!

He boy and the other person both collided and fell to the floor.

"I-I'm s-so sorry!" the boy apologized, dusting himself off and pulling himself up.

"You clumsy fool! You've ruined my outfit!" the person growled.

The boy looked at the person and noticed that it was a boy around his age, with raven colored hair, a dark blue eye (which was currently narrowed in a glare at him), and an eye patch covering his right eye, and he was dressed in such finery that it was easy to tell he was a noble. Though now, the boy's jacket was stained with jam.

"I-i-" the boy stuttered again but was cut off by the other boy.

"Save it! I don't have time nor the need to listen to your petty excuses!"

"I-I'm sorry. I-I'll pay for the damage!" the boy stuttered out softly.

The boy scoffed.

"These cloths are worth more than you will ever see in your life time!"

The boy flinched, knowing that the other one was right.

"Master…perhaps you can find a use for this boy so that he can repay the debt owed to you," an older male voice said, causing the boy in question to jump.

Looking up quickly, the boy finally noticed that another person was with them. He was a tall male with raven colored hair, and coal black eyes. His skin was pale and lifeless looking.

"And how do you suppose we go about that, Sebastian?" the boy asked, turning to look at his companion with a raised eyebrow.

The one identified as Sebastian began to speak.

"Why don't we have him come and work as a servant? I'm sure we could use the extra hands."

The noble boy seemed to consider it for a moment and then he turned towards the boy with a devilish smirk on his face.

"What a good idea. From now on, you are a servant of the Phantomhive household."

The boy stared at the other one, a million things running through his head. After a few seconds, he gulped and nodded.

"O-okay…"

I know it's a cruddy start but it will get better later on I promise. Anyways, please tell me your thoughts ^.^