Black Butler

Disclaimer: I hold no ownership of FFVII or Kuroshitsuji nor do I make a profit from writing about either!

Warning: This is a Yaoi, which means males interact in some major or minor sexual intercourse. Rating will increase when we get to later chapters.

Pairings: SephCloud (main), others will be determined because I haven’t decided yet.

Authoress Note: So… This story will be a loose adaptation of Kuroshitsuji (aka Black Butler) using the characters of Final Fantasy VII. Being that as it may, it will loosely follow the plot of the original Kuroshitsuji but very loosely will it do so. The final Fantasy VII world will be somewhat different, last names will be slightly changed in order to fit a 19th Century English family system of living (the story will be set in the futuristic setting of FFVII) that I'm creating using FFVII cities and towns, and the roles of the characters… well… I hope that they fit. Don't worry, you'll see and I'm kinda winging it as it is because this is my first time writing a story like this. Anyway, this is a Sephiroth/Cloud story first and foremost so don’t let Cloud’s interactions with the other characters make you believe otherwise. Anyway, for those of you who don’t know of Kuroshitsuji, go check it out; it’s one hell of a manga/anime. You’ll be able to follow this story even if you don’t know of Kuroshitsuji so, no worries.

BLACK BUTLER

I: That Butler, Indentured

Blue eyes slowly blinked open, ‘What is this place? What did they do to me?’

“Ah, I see you’ve awakened boy.”

Startled, the young boy sat up disregarding the pain that coursed through his naked body. Darkness! Where ever he was, it was shrouded in a darkness that consumed both his sight and his burning soul. Perhaps he was in hell. Was that where those savages had sent him, to hell? Then did that voice belong to his eternal tormentor…

“What is this place?” the boy asked, voice strong and confident.

“This place… this place will become either your tomb or your resurrection. It is your choice boy.”

“My choice… my choice…” The young boy’s laugh was humorless. “I still have those.”

“Indeed. I can feel it; there is a darkness in your heart that has consumed your young soul…it would be a pity if you were to let it simply waste away here.”

“Who are you and what do you want from me?” The boy was tired and in pain; he was in no mood to play games with his potential tormentor who felt it necessary to prolong such an unnecessary conversation.

If he were to die and he was in hell, he was ready. If heaven was waiting to embrace him, he’d accept. Either way, the boy was ready to pass on if there was no other option.

“I am a demon of many names and faces; the most powerful of them all. You should feel honored that I’ve chosen you to be my potential master, boy. I’ve already told you what this place is; it will either be your second chance, a chance for you to avenge yourself as well as those once precious to you, a chance to let that gorgeous darkness inside of you fully consume your fresh soul. Or this can be the last place you stop at before you’re dragged to hell. It is your choice, boy.”

“My choice…” The young child didn’t hesitate as he held his head high, eyes ablaze with fiery determination as he stared into the darkness. “Know this demon, I want nothing more than to see those who have tainted my body and my name disposed of in the most painful of ways but it has nothing to do with vengeance. No, this goes far beyond the depths of vengeance, to a place not even an ounce of light can reach.” The young boy stood, embracing the pain that was eating away at him mercilessly. ‘I was sacrificed for a demon…’

“Yes. Be consumed young one; let that anger, that passion, that delicious shadow consume all that you are so that you can achieve that goal. Make a contract with me and I will see to it that all that you desire will come to fruition.”

“A contract?”

“Ah. I will grant you authority over my every action, my every movement, and I will a sure that no physical harm shall befall you until I have properly rid the world of those who have wronged you. In return, you will grant me your delicious soul as payment for my services when our business has concluded.”

“I accept.” The boy’s stoic face did not change as the demon’s laughter surrounded him.

“So eager… I see I’ve chosen well. Give me a name boy, a name that you shall call upon me as, and our contract shall be formed. I will forever be your humble servant protecting your young life until my duties are completely fulfilled and that soul of yours will belong to me.”

“Sephiroth, Sephiroth Michaelis, and you are to serve I, Cloud Von Strife, until I have fulfilled my ultimate goal: the demise of those who attempted to completely destroy my family name.” With those words, a pain like no other he had experienced pooled into his right eye, his hand immediately went to his face.

“And what would you have me do now, Master?” The demon appeared before cloud in his true form; the form only those worthy of him were able to see.

“Kill those who have sacrificed me for you, it is an order.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

TBC...