A/N: This will be a bit of a drabble series, I don't know where I'm going with it and honestly there's no real plot. Just purely spontaneous so don't look for updates every week, they will be sporadic.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji [c] and/or Inuyasha [c] however the made up characters and or ideas and story lines are mine.
Oh little lamb fallen from grace, how will you return to heaven?
It was done. The damage had been inflicted and there was no turning back now as she made her descent back down to the Earth. The world that she had so long ago protected and loved had become shrivels of what it used to be. Wars, bloodshed, and death surrounded every corner as innocence began to succumb to the beckoning of darkness; his darkness. Her job as a soldier for the light now taken back as her feet touched the ground once more, the white of her wings dulled down to a grey as she looked around the city.
"What have I become?" The tremor in her voice signaling her regret as she looked up at the sky and sighed as it began to pour, no doubt heaven's way of taunting her as she clutched the accursed object she was forced to protect once again. It glowed a soft pink against her milky flesh as she jumped up and fell down into a dark alleyway. She had no idea the time, the place, nor the century she was in as she looked around for some kind of clue. People dressed in elegant garbs of fine silk and ribbons pranced around the bright streets as servants of all shapes and sizes held umbrellas over their heads. How could she possibly fit into this odd circle as she looked down at her own clothing, or lack thereof?
"Sebastian." A boy's voice called out from the corner causing her to turn around swiftly as her wings recoiled. A glint of red and blue was all she saw before getting thrown against a wall, a gloved hand holding her by the neck as her powers surged forth in her defense. He was thrown off immediately as she brought nimble fingers up to her abused anatomy and coughed, that man wasn't human and she knew it – hell, she could practically feel the evil radiating off of his form as he got back up and dusted himself off.
"My lord, she is quiet the fighter." The mysterious man stated in amusement.
"Quit dallying and find out what she is already." The voice replied as a young boy stepped out into the light. Surprise was evident in her cerulean orbs as she noticed the faint purple glow surrounding his left eye, not to mention the pentagram engraved in it.
"You made a deal with the devil" She stated more than asked, the surprise in his face didn't go unnoticed as she dusted off her white dress.
"How observant of you." The one known as Sebastian stated as his lips curled into a sinister smirk. She glared at him for a second before making a move to leave. "Ah, ah, ah my pretty one; my master has requested me to find out what you are."
"You'll have to catch me first." She replied softly before jumping up and disappearing under the moonlight.
"Sebastian, fetch." The boy yelled out through gritted teeth.
"Yes, my lord." The demonic butler replied with a smirk as he disappeared, a black feather left in his wake as the boy fell into rhythm with the street ahead.