Well hello there. You may remember this story because it has existed on fanfiction before, then to many people's dismay... I deleted it. Well I got it back thanks to an awesome friends on fanfiction! You're the best!
Chapter 1:
It's a very odd feeling being thrown through the space-time continuum. Being ripped through various dimensions, your skin being pickled and pulled at by over eccentric winds. But I of course did not know at the time what this torment was. The images around me looked like something out of a book, swirling clocks, upon more and more clocks about to spin-off into nowhere. Though these visions were probably just because of the intense speed I was going at. I remember distinctly feeling the bright red but of Grelles's death scythe jabbed into my side at what I could only describe as an awkward angle, though if I could think of more adjectives to describe a bumpy harsh surface being jabbed into your neck then I would freely do so. Another thing I remember was Soma. I could not see anything around me except for the tint of Grelle's scythe and one of Soma's hands gripping my shirt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the intense grip, I would have loved to have seen his face now, twisted in that vulgar emotion of fear that seemed to fakely play across his face quite often. I could see it now, that fake sad smile and watery eyes real. But sadly I could not turn my head, or rather I didn't want to for fear of moving my head and ripping it right off of my shoulders, maybe finally seeing Soma's face as my own tumbled out behind me, getting blood on his princely attire.
I didn't though, of course I didn't rip my head off, though I was thinking about it. I stopped immediately when we all tumbled to the ground. Sebastian was the first one standing, helping me up of course as hat kind of butler would he be if he didn't help his master first. Everyone else slowly got up, Will and Grelle helping each other up as I gave a pointed glare to his outrageous reaping instrument, but my attention was quickly brought away from Grelle to our surroundings.
''Hey Ciel weren't we just in your study?'' Soma asked as I took in everything, dilapidated books, profane symbols on the wall, and... One single black chair that I had landed right next to.
''I think... This may just be it.'' I said with a puzzled look on my face, if anything a bomb had been blown in here. This was nothing that any of the servants could do, and Sebastian would never leave a room in this state of chaos. ''What was that place we were just in?'' I mumbled, pretty much to myself but Will jumped at the chance to show his supreme knowledge (I really think it was just to find a reason to push his glasses up but I would never voice that opinion.)
Back to the topic, Will pushed up his glasses using his death scythe then said something that I barely understood, as I was only 13. ''That was a rip in the space-time continuum. That means that somewhere in this room there is a certain spot that will send you randomly to different periods of time. It was taught in Reaper classes but we barely touched on it, it's not like anyone ever expected it would happen...'' He said, seeming to trail off with his words but the sentence itself sounded finalized.
Does that mean that we went to the future?'' Soma asked excitedly, I could have put that in all caps but I decided to refrain to keep you from hurting your eardrums after yelling it loudly in Soma's loud voice (In which I'd hope was your head).
''The distant future from what I can tell as the land has drastically changed as the house, though I have never dealt with this kind of thing before so it might even be one year later...'' Sebastian said and I noticed something on the ground, a white sheet of paper, wrinkled and ripped, but I did recognize it. It was a newspaper, none that I had ever seen (partly because Sebastian ironed my newspapers) and partly because of the bright pictures displayed on the front of it.
I walked over to pick it up, dusting it off as I stood back up and directed my eyes to the date 'August 14th 2013' though it couldn't be to recent judging by the state it was in but it was still quite a shock to me. What is that... Roughly one hundred forty years? Everyone was dead. But I didn't think about that now, instead I turned to everyone and muttered the date. but all ears in the room picked up what I said. And by all I mean all.
It started out as a grunt, then an almost audible beating of lashes. It took me a while to register that it was not coming from any of the four men in front of me. I slowly pivoted on my heel to face a burly man standing up, pushing old newspapers off of himself as he did so. He was wearing a long brown coat and a pair of pants, the pants were made of no material that I recognized though and the coat looked nothing of something a bum in 1889 would have.
It only took me a few seconds to scan what he was wearing before he was staggering towards us with an intoxicated stagger. In the beginning it looked as if he were coming towards us as a whole but soon he was hunched over me, pretty much supporting his two hundred some pounds on my frail and child like body, it was terrible, especially when he vomited on the back of my jacket. Thankfully Sebastian stepped in after that, throwing the man back and pulling my coat off, leaving me in a white button down shirt with a vest.
"What is wrong with that man?" Soma asked, his Indian lilt making it sound maybe more funny than it was, I was glad I was facing away from them when I cracked a smile. 'Intoxicated.' Sebastian said as I glanced around the room again.
"Sebastian you can fix the mansion for us right?" I asked, sure that he could as he had dealt with much worse than a dilapidated building before.
"Yes my lord." He said with his demonic smile.
