Disclaimer: i do not own Kuroshitsuji in anyway. However, I do own the idea for which this story was established and Cyril Cloutier.


Acrimonious Memories I


He left me...

He's forgotten all about me...

I'm all alone again...

He left me to die...

Claude...

Why..?

"Are you alright?"

Who was that? I didn't know the person's voice, it didn't sound like Hannah, or any of the triplets.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet, so I advise you not to move." they told me. "Honestly, shouldn't your butler be by your side in case any of this happens?" My mind began running the event through my head. The death-match, the sword duel with Ciel, staring at Claude as my own blood clouded my vision. Claude wasn't around anymore I was all alone. Half of me wanted to embrace this person for spearing my life, the other half to hide my pathetic self in a corner.

"Who are you?" I choked.

"My name is Cyril. Cyril Cloutier is my name." they responded. I felt the shuffling above me and that immediately brought me into the reality that I was alive; I shot right up to look at the person. It was a lady she looked so tall that she could exactly be Claude's height; she had semi-long black hair pinned down with a hat, slender azure eye that had a hint of red in them and a small smile.

"It looks like you can sit up. That's a good sign." she handed me a glass of water, which I held weakly in my hand.

"When I found you I thought you were dead, but then you coughed." she told me. She stepped back from me.

"I'll be back with a change of clothes for you." with that she closed the door and left me alone in the dark. Who was that person? I looked down at the glass of water and stared at my reflection, I stuck out my tongue to no longer see the mark of the spider on it. So it was true, Claude deserted me. I clenched the glass. He deserted me for Ciel Phantomhive.

Ciel…

Ciel Phantomhive..!

With the little energy I had I threw the glass the door, it shattered into a million pieces. Immediately I heard footsteps, the door opened at her head appeared once again.

"Are you alright?" she asked stepping inside to step on one of the glass shards. She looked at the pieces for a while before looking up at me. Her face was emotionless. Just like Claude's. She tugged at her jacket. It was then I realized that she was wearing one of Claude's butler suits, it looked at little big on her but it fitted just as well.

"What are you doing?" I asked bitterly, I didn't want to look at her; she was wearing the signature look of someone I had a new hatred for. I hated him. I hated her. She tugged at the gloves.

"I found this on my way to find you a change of clothes. It seemed compatible with me, for you see for me to get you here I carried you and your blood stained my previous attire." she answered. The way she talked, she talked just like him as well. The more she stayed around was the more I seemed to hate her. She crouched down and picked up the pieces of glass. She placed them together, forming the glass I shattered once again. I stared in awe as she poured me another glass of water.

She handed it to me again.

"Please, you need to gain back the blood you've lost, you must drink or else there won't be much I can do for you." the last part came out sternly as if she was ordering me. Ordering me? Alois Trancy, never will I be ordered to do anything; I will always be the one to give orders. I dropped the water and didn't take a second glance at it or her. She stood there silently. Even doing nothing she still reminded me of Claude, damn her. Damn her to hell. She crouched down and picked up the glass wiped it with a cloth and poured another glass. She walked up to me. I looked up at her with malice. She didn't bat an eye.

"No matter how many times you reject it, you would have to embrace it sooner or later." she lifted the glass to her mouth taking in only half the glass. She placed one hand on the bed, to ensure I don't move; reached out and held my chin up with her other hand. For a woman she had a firm grip on me. She leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I didn't have enough strength to push her away; all I could do was sit there. I feel so helpless. She forced my mouth opened with her tongue alone and proceeded to force the water down my throat, she succeeded. As she finished she pulled away and wiped my mouth. I glared at her hoping it would be enough to make her go away, it failed.

"I stated it very clearly that you would drink that water." she retorted to my glare. She placed the glass on the stand next to the bed and pulled the sheets away from me, I looked to be revealed to the many bandages that kept what blood I had left from leaving my body. They were dye in a shade of red, and a drowsy feeling took over my body just looking at it. She stared at the bandages.

"You moved more than you should have throwing that glass at the door, now I'll have to change them." She pulled out bandages from a drawer in the stand and unrolled them. Leaning closer to me she pulled one of the bandages causing them to squeeze my wound and painful moan escaped from me. Hearing myself only reminded me of how helpless I was. She slowly began to unroll the bandages around me and held her hand to the wound. Using her other hand she pressed the bandages against me and quickly but gently had them secure around the wound in no time at all. She discarded the old ones.

"If you move recklessly like that again you could lose more blood than I expected you to." she pulled the sheet back over me. "Don't overdo it..." Cyril smiled placing her clean hand on my head.

"Such an innocent soul that longs for sin." she smiled gleefully at me. "Don't be in such a rush to feel the brunt of the world; it might be more than you can handle... Alois Trancy." she pulled her hand away.

Normal POV

Alois stared at her in terror, but amazement as well.

"How do you know who am I?" he asked. She licked his blood off her hand.

"Alois Trancy, the young master that Claude Faustus abandoned. There are many after your soul now. Someone who Claude abandons must be a truly pure soul, Claude devours souls that have had revenge stained on them, a second time to make it even better. Your soul is pure, a soul some demons would love to devour, not in a painless way I may add." she grinned. She could clearly see the horror on Alois's face as he backed away pressing hard against the wall.

"No. Please...I want to live...Don't kill me..." she frowned, but soon broke out in soft laughter.

"What's this? You think I've come for your soul? That's hardly the case." she stated.

"I am here to protect you from the demons that seek your soul, my lord." Alois frowned as he clenched the bed sheets. How does she know that Claude left me? How could she know? Did he tell her? He had to...Damn you Ciel...Damn you!

"Liar!" he grabbed for the glass and threw it at her head. The water evaporated as the glass shattered on contact, she frowned as the glass reformed in her extended hand.

"Do you not believe me?" she asked.

"Why would I! How do I not know you're working for Ciel Phantomhive sent to kill me!" She looked surprised for a moment, before smiling once again.

"If I wanted to kill you, you would have been dead by now." she answered. Alois flinched as the pain in his side returned the blood soaking the bandages quickly. She approached him once again.

"Now now, I've already informed you of the consequences," she pressed her hand against the wound. Alois expected himself to flinch in pain but instead felt a warm, soothing aura coming from her hand. He could feel the wound closing but slowly. She removed her hand.

"What are you waiting for? Heal me!" he demanded. Cyril stared at Alois in disappointment as she donned her glove.

"Your body's not ready for it."

"Wha..."

"My powers require a body that is at least eighty percent living. However, your body is only thirty-three percent living, if I were to heal your body when it's not ready, I will kill you." she placed her hand on Alois's shoulder forcing him to lie back down. "You need to rest; when your body is ready I will do what I must do. Until then you must try your best to help yourself." She turned around.

"The next time you wake up you will be having breakfast the next morning. I will look over you while you rest." Alois watched as she was about to leave. Cyril felt a tug on the back of her jacket; she looked down to see Alois holding unto it tightly.

"Don't go..." he whimpered as he pulled her closer to the bed. "Don't leave me alone... I can't be alone... Not again..." Cyril stared at Alois for a while before smiling and obliging to his wishes.

She sat on the edge of the bed; gliding her hand through his hair to help him relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

"As you wish, Your Highness."


I felt so sorry for Alois at the end of episode 7. I actually felt so sorry for Alois that I actually cried.