Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. And please excuse all the mistakes cause I typed this on my iPod. I will try and make corrections later. I was listening to Mad World by Gary Jules. And The Green Gentleman by panic at the disco.

Damn this stupid school. Why do they have to make this mission so difficult? And I have to sit through these incredibly dull classes. I would learn more from Finny teaching me. And he is a dimwit! And all these kids think they are learning something. Don't make me laugh! How do these lessons even apply to the real world?

Ciel started quietly laughing to himself when he noticed that the few decent kids in his class had turned to stare at him. "What?" He whispered.

"You started laughing when we started talking about war." one of other boys whispered back. Ciel shrugged before turning back to the front of the classroom. It wasn't a concern of his that they all believed that he was weird. All that mattered was that they solved this case as quickly as they could. Haha! Maybe if he acted weird enough they would move him to a different house and make it easier for him.

He stopped paying what little attention he had been giving the lesson and started focusing on what he needed Sebastian to do for him. Pretending to be a hard worker for someone else was hard work. Everything he needed done had to be within his physical capabilities. If not then all the students would become suspicious. And that was something that needed to be avoided at all cost. The P4 was already wary around him because of what happened when he spoke if the boy he was searching for.

Another reason for them to distrust him was not on the menu. He needed to get all if his fag work done, but that is easily taken care if when you have a demon butler. Then he needed his class work done and that was something his butler wouldn't do for him even if he was ordered to. So that was a serious pain in the neck. But Ciel knew he was well liked by his classmates and that they would have no problem helping him. And these lessons had been pounded into his head ages ago.

Lost in his thoughts he was surprised when he heard his name called out. Quickly sitting straight and turning to the teacher, he tried to figure out what was going on. Looking past the professor he saw that the word innocence was written on the board. It seemed like they had changed topics when he was planning.

"Ciel would be a perfect example of someone who looks innocent. Along with the other names previously mentioned. But what is innocence?" The teacher looked around the room and tried to gauge how many students were still paying attention.

"Innocence could be the opposite of knowledge. The more you know the less innocent you are. At least that is what I think." The poor boy who answered the question sat back in his chair, as if trying to make himself shrink and fade into nothing just so the attention would be gone.

"Yes that is a valid definition. Would anyone else like to share? No one? Well how about this, do your parents want you to be innocent?" Seeing that no one was raising their hand he picked a boy from the front row.

"Well, I guess they would like it to be a balance. They would like you to live a happy childhood without knowing about the real world, but they don't want you to be so naive that you are tricked."

"Does anyone else agree with this statement?" A majority of the class raised their hands. Ciel just continued watching and imagined what his future brother-in-law would say. Probably something about how Lizzy would always be innocent and she would never need to know about the true horrors of the world cause he would protect her.

How foolish that statement is.

The only innocent people in the world would be those not born yet. Those who haven't seen the world. Lizzy obviously knew about some of the bad things in the world. There is no way to take that knowledge from her unless you wanted to kill her. And he doubted that anyone would go that far.

"Phantomhive, do you consider yourself innocent? Based on what the class has said so far. All of you think about it. Do you consider yourself innocent? I want to see a paper on this tomorrow. Class dismissed."

With a wave of his hand, all the students dispersed to go on their own way. Each thinking about what they would put in their essay. And Ciel was no different. He knew that people didn't see him as a threat when they barely knew him. But to actually say that he looked innocent. They had no idea how many people had died on his orders. No idea what had happened to him when he was kidnapped.

If knowledge equaled loss of innocence than he was probably more evil than most kids his age and older. And there was the fact that he had a demon butler and he was going to be eaten when their contract was completed. Was it bad that he dreamed of when that would happen? How he looked forward to when it would all be gone?

Everything. The pain. The anger. The cold detachment that he forced himself to feel for everyone, excluding his butler. Knowing that he is weak enough to be swayed if someone protested enough. But he would push that aside. Going on with the knowledge that he would always be with his red-eyed demon if he went through with it.

As long as he kept that in mind he knew that he would push past everything else. What use did he have for people that were never there in the first place? They are stronger than him. But would they be if they were used like he was? Used and than almost sacrificed for a cult. He was lucky and he knew it. Using everything he has he knew he would push forward. Even on the days that he just didn't want to get out of bed.

Because the night before he had dreamed of his death. Of how wonderful it would be. How tragic.

He knew some people would cry at his demise and be truly sad that he was no longer walking the earth. But most likely a majority would be indifferent. Like his butler. Always his butler. His hair always so perfect. The leader. The seducer. The demon.

Sure he might be somewhat saddened at his disappearance. He was probably an insignificant little mark on the novel that is Sebastian's life. A comma. A simple space between words that marked a small amount of time that included his presence. There would be more people who would capture the demon's interest. Those who would last longer and be vastly more incredible than the poor boy.

So did his knowledge condemn him. Or was there still hope to be found.

Time skip

"Sebastian, do I look innocent? The truth." He faced his demon in the tiny office.

"Oh what's this? Does the young lord think that he can get away from all the darkness that surrounds him? But you definitely look sinfully innocent. How I love breaking that little charade." He leaned forward to place a surprising chaste kiss on the blue-eyed boy. Moving down he started to nibble on the boy's collarbone.

"Not today Sebastian. I am not in the mood for your games. I have a list of things that you need to get done." He tried to move away but the older male held him hostage. Still not removing his lips from the tempting lithe body.

"Oh but your poor servant needed some motivation to continue listening to his helpless master." He smirked down at Ciel. Who simply turned his head away.

"Fine you win. But I expect even extra done after. Like my favorite desert. To name one thing." And Ciel let himself be pulled into another kiss. This one more heated.

"Of course, young master. Anything you want, you just need to say." Sebastian mumbled against his lips. Tasting the sweet cavern that is Ciel's mouth. Trying to ignore the gentle pull that wanted him to take a piece of the sweet soul. Losing himself to his instincts.

And Ciel just sat there and took it. Trying to ignore the bitter taste of someone else. People that he had never met but had crossed paths with his butler. He knew that Sebastian had other people he went to for this sort of thing. That he had probably seduced some poor student for information, following his orders. Hell, probably right before too.

He wanted to trust his butler but...

He knew that this was just his nature. And he could do nothing to change it. Wouldn't want to because then Sebastian wouldn't be Sebastian. As silly as it sounded. He would take what little affection he got. From the one constant thus far in his life.

And the funny thing was that he didn't know why he would deal with it. Knowing that there would always be others. Never just him. It wasn't something he would usually do. But with his butler he just seemed to be breaking all of his personal rules and such.

So after when he sat at the table with a blank sheet of paper in front of him and tried to think if what to write, he drew a blank. He could be considered innocent of some ways. Did still blushing when he kissed his butler count? But overall was he? He knew what he was getting into and the consequences so...

Who knew this would be so hard.

A/N: Hello! Well hope you like this. And I am going back to sleep now. Review please!