Okay, I've been hooked on Kuroshitsuji for a while and HAD to write something. So here it is, Untamed. I do not own Kuroshitsuji, but I do own my OC. Please review so I know if it should be continued or not ^^

Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed creating a series of arches and streaks across the pitch black sky. Running through a dense growth of underbrush, a large white and rust-colored wolf leaped and dodged as objects flew past, some scratching the already heavily injured beast. The wolf yelped as it was hit in the shoulder and fell, before taking on a new shape. A teenager with rust colored hair now laid on the forest floor, an arrow showing through the back of their old, torn, paperboy shirt; pierced, black-rimmed red ears laid back. Their vision began to fog up as shadows approached, laughing about their 'good catch'.

I was being sold today. The people who caught me were finally getting rid of the wolf that's caused them so many problems. Who was buying me? I had no idea, nor did I care. It would all end up the same no matter where I go or who owns me.

The chains I wore around my wrists and ankles bounced with every bump on the road. I fingered the leather bound collar on my neck but stopped immediately when we clattered to a halt. The doors opened, letting the bright outside light blind me temporarily. While I was blinded, long steel poles were attached to the collar and at least four well-built guys led me up a series of steps, into a large white building. I was brought into a room and a smug looking blonde sat across the room. A large scar went across his face and he was smoking a cigar that would surely kill him in a few years.

"This is the mutt I bought? Che, weak lookin' thing but, whatever, he'll get the job done."

He grabbed my short red hair and shoved his angry mug in my face.

"Won't you."

I merely stared back with a blank look on my face, before answering with a smirk.

"Only if you get your ugly mug outta my face."

He looked shocked at my answer, but laughed.

"Ahaha! I like this mutt! You fools can leave. I got other business to attend to."

He glanced in my direction and walked over to me, as my old captors left. It soon became obvious that screwing with this guy was a horrible idea, seeing how he hit me once and proceeded to beat me.

"You think your so special mutt! Huh? Don't you know who I am? I'm Azzuro Vanel! The one who's gonna break you! So you better get your ass in gear!"

Just like my old captors, he soon grew tired of beating me and finally calmed down.

"Now listen you mutt. I got a job for you, so you better not screw it up. Just nab this brat for me. The guys just outside will give you the crap you need and will take you there. Everything else, you gotta deal with. Bring him back here."

"Yes, sir."

I reached the place fairly quickly, but I could smell it. There was a demon, and a strong one at that. If I wanted to get out of here in one piece, I'd have to do it fast and quietly. I found my target's office room and pulled the smelly cloth out. I hopped in the window effortlessly and knocked the kid out, grabbing him, and running out of there as fast as possible. I made it back to my owner's place and let him deal with the kid.

He was beaten, of course, and had a little talking to by blondy. I ignored most of it, sitting in a corner with a Doberman, until he began to yell. Not much later, my 'master' paled as he spoke on the phone.

"Hello? I am a member of the Phantomhive household. I hope our master hasn't been troubling you. Hello? Is something the matter?"

"Woof."

"Understood."

Hm, it seems 'master' is gonna have a bit of trouble with this one. I couldn't help but chuckle, even though doing so would probably doom me with the kid. He turned to me, after giving out orders, and beat me again but I kept smiling.

"What's so funny? Huh?"

"Heh, you're gonna lose and I'm gonna be here to watch it happen."

Bang!

He had grabbed his gun and shot me in the shoulder. Blood soaked my shirt, but I merely frowned at it.

"Che, this was my only shirt..."

"You gonna care about more than just your shirt when I'm done with ya!"

Then, it got deadly quiet.

"What the-"

"Hehe, he's here master."

The doors opened and a butler walked in. They talked a bit about how he was able to get here, but I knew. I could smell the blood. So thick, I could smell it even if it were miles away. 'Master' had obviously lost it and grabbed his only hope of escape, the boy. After threatening him, the butler was shot by the men 'master' hid behind a painting. Thinking that he won, 'master' teased the boy.

"Hey, how much longer to you intend to play around for? Do you plan on sleeping on that hard floor? Hurry up and get rid of these guys here."

The butler rose, as I knew he would, and 'master' officially lost his mind. I just sat back and enjoyed the show, knowing that 'master' had forgotten about me. I could help him, if he wanted me to, but I knew he wouldn't ask for it. The only question I had was: why was a demon here, helping a kid?

"I order you to come and save me!"

Well that explains it. A contract. Hence the cue for me to 'help my master'.

Bang!

"Allow me to return the bullet to you."

The bullet was dropped into his pocket, as I rose.

"Return our master to me. Do not hold him with your filthy hands."

With a twirl of his finger, I stepped in the way and had my arm broke for this 'master' of mine.

"Hm?"

"M-Mutt..."

"Why did you interfere?"

I held my arm and glanced at the boy, who the demon now carried. Then I glanced at 'master'.

"He is still my master and, although I hate may hate him, I still have a duty to serve."

"Che, Sebastian, kill-"

"But, I also wished to serve my own justice for the troubles he has caused me. If I may."

I bowed slightly and waited for an answer.

"Heh, as you wish."

"But My Lord-"

"You may help if you wish. I do not mind sharing."

I smirked as the butler stepped forward.

"Of course, because I am simply one hell of a butler."

The deed was finished quickly, but it left me with nothing once again. The three of us walked out and I began to head towards the forest.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Hm? To find somewhere to sleep for the night. Maybe catch a bite to eat."

"We have plenty of beds and more than enough food. Besides, I could use you."

He smirked tiredly at me, and I couldn't help but snicker.

"What?"

"Nothing…Master."

I bowed again and followed them to their mansion, after hiding my ears and tail. We arrived fairly quickly and were greeted by three others. I heard a lot of whining and yelling, but could care less. Until I was spotted.

"Young Master, who is this?"

"Hm? Oh, just a pet I picked up. Take good care of him."

They looked at me and one had a nose bleed. Even though I was injured, I tore part of my shirt and held it to her nose.

"I apologize for not having anything suitable, but a lady, such as yourself, should not have blood on her face."

I smiled politely and she blushed bright red, but it was short lasted as the pain had finally caught up with me and I knelt to the ground, breathing hard.

"Sebastian, take care of him before you fix dinner."

"Yes, My Lord."

"You ready?"

"Whenever you are. Just hurry up and fix it."

Sebastian was currently trying to realign the bones in my arm. Both my shoulder and my lower arm were dislocated. Plus, I probably tore quite a few ligaments and pulled a few muscles. Being a demon, the injuries will heal faster than normal, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt for a while.

Crack!

I grimaced and grit my teeth, but did nothing other than that.

"Hm. It seems you're quite tolerable to pain. Most people would be screaming, at least."

"I've been through a lot."

I left it at that, and he seemed to understand.

"Now let me see your shoulder."

"Huh? Oh, the gunshot wound...You don't have to worry about it. I can take care of it. Besides, you still got to take care of dinner, right?"

"True, but I must follow orders and taking care of you comes before dinner."

"But-"

He sighed and proceeded to pull me down onto the bed, holding my arms in one hand and pinning my legs under him.

"Hey! I said it's fi-"

Rip!

My poor, worn out shirt…but that's not the point!

Sebastian was now staring at, not only my bleeding shoulder, but also the bandages that rapped around my chest. I turned my head to the side and blushed slightly.

"I see. This explains it."

"Yeah, about that...People assume things and I don't really care. Plus, in this time, it's better to be a guy anyway."

"Yes, that is true. Either way, though, I still have to treat your wound and tell Master about this."

I just sighed and let him finish up. He finished quickly and left to go make dinner. Apparently, he forgot something.

"I apologize. Here are some cloths for you to wear. For now, it's all we have in your size, seeing how you're almost the same height as myself."

He left and there, folded on the foot of bed, was a black butler outfit.

"Eh, I could get used to this."