Ummm… HI! Before the actual story I would like to tell that this is my first Kuroshitsuji. This chapter takes place in middle Europe (Hungary)
That's all. I hope you all enjoy the story (it's Manga based… or at least it will be)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own Kuroshitsuji.
Scars of the past
Six am. in the morning. The sound of an alarm clock rang through the small apartment, only to be silenced by a frustrated teenaged girl who was sitting at her desk. She couldn't even sleep a bit last night. Her insomnia was the one to blame for that. But today she didn't mind, she had lots of studying to do anyways.
Her biology exam was supposed to be today and she would not be satisfied whit anything less than a 100% score. Offcourse that only applied to biology… the rest she didn't really care about. Still she couldn't afford to get low grades if she wanted to go to university. So she usually studied on her 15 minute bus rid to school. Sighing she got up to get some fresh air.
As opened the door to her small balcony and stepped out, into the chilly autumn air. Shivering slightly, as the cold wind blew through her thin clothes. She was only in her panties and a large men's shirt hang loosely around her small frame. It reached to her knees and the short sleeves touched her elbows. She snuggled into it inhaling deeply, trying to take in the long faded scent of her father.
The worn, old shirt once belonged to him. It was rather simple, made from a grey material that was one black; the only design on it was a small white skull and a scythe on the right sleeve, it was sewn on by her mother.
Other than the shirt the only reminder that she once had a father was the old scar running through her chest.
She couldn't remember much about her early childhood, but the memory of getting this scar burned deep into her mind…
It was late night… but the seven year old daughter of the couple that lived in the house was still up, and waiting for her bedtime story. She was never a good sleeper, today however her father stayed whit her for an especially long time when tucking her into bed and he even told her a super long bed-time story. It's not that she complained she loved his stories more than any toy she would ever get or any other story she could ever read. The fairy-tales couldn't compare to her father's exiting tales. They always pulled the little girl into an amazing world full of: angels, demons, brave and foolish humans and lots of other fantastic beings. But her favourite one was one of the main characters of the story… a silver hired Death God, or as her father called him a Shinigami.
The other main character was a young girl who lived with an even younger earl and his demon butler. She didn't like them that much; their stories were far too unbelievable. Once he told her the story of the famous serial killer Jack the Ripper… not that anybody should be telling such story to a child… It did start out interesting… but when he got to the part when Jack was found out to be a gender-confused Shinigami wielding a chainsaw… she glared at her father. Glares that were more of a cute squinting of the eyes and made her father shake in laughter not fear. She wondered where he came up with all that silly stuff.
Tonight however no matter how much she wanted to she couldn't sink into that wonderful world of magic. And it and for once it had nothing to do with meeting that red haired man last week…who looked strangely like the Shinigami of the Ripper case… (Let's just say the experience scared her so much that her father had to leave the lights on outside so she could sleep without being afraid of a red haired gay stalker lurking in the shadows…)
She peeked up at her father from under her covers. As she did the look in her father's eyes unsettled her. It was so distant, so cold … and honestly is scared her a lot more than any redheaded idiot ever could.
When her father finally left her to sleep she pretended to do so, not that she could fool him. When she was convinced that he could not hear her, she snuck to her door and peeked out of her room. She could not see what was going on, but her mother sounded really upset, and that was more than enough to have the little girls brimming with tears.
"You can't just leave us like that!"
"Honey… please. You must understand…" Her always happy father sounded desperate. The little girl's heart beat franticly against her ribcage.
"NO! I don't understand! How can you even think like that? Even after everything that happened…" The hysterical woman took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself, and then she spoke in a softer voice. "… Please, don't leave… And if you can't stay for me, then stay for your daughter. You know how much she loves you. It would crush her if she found you gone."
"It's exactly because of her that I can't stay. She is a strong girl she will get over me, and she has you."
The older woman couldn't hold back the tears leaking from her golden orbs. A broke sob escaped her as she fell to the floor. Her grief weighted her down. Her husband wanted so desperately to hold her, comfort her, and tell her that their forever still existed, but he was no liar. So he backed out of the room slowly.
"I must go." He said reaching for the doorhandle.
Upstairs the little girl was frozen from the shock. Her father was about to leave. And she had a feeling it wasn't to the grocery store. He wouldn't come back. Gone forever and to a seven year old forever seemed like an awfully long time. Above all it was her fault. What had she done to make her father leave them? Was it her fault? Did he hate her?
She only snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the front door open and then softly close. She didn't see him, but she knew he left. Not thinking twice she ran down the stairs and out the door, following him into the night.
Because of her previous shock and the silent tears by now steadily flowing out of her green orbs she couldn't find the strength to call out to him. Instead she tried to keep up with him, not that it was an easy feat to a girl her size.
As they rounded another corner she saw it.
A silver glint under the light of the street lamp thy just passed. She had never seen it before, but she knew it from the stories she was told. The weapon of her superhero, the pale haired Shinigami, silver scythe gleaming in the pale moon light, carried by her father.
She broke out in a smile. Her daddy was a superhero! Gathering he courage she ran up to him.
The man in front of her was lost in his thoughts. Did he make the right decision by leaving? Will his beloved child be from the monster he was trying to protect her from? Then he felt it, a presence behind his back. Acting before thinking. He tightened his grip on the handle of his scythe.
When she nearly reached him suddenly he turned around, swinging he's scythe and slashing it across her front.
At first she was surprised that she could no longer feel the ground under her bare feet. She could see her own hands reaching out and her brown hair moving in front of her. The last things she noticed were beautiful read gems glistering in the air nearly glowing in light of the full moon. Then the realisation struck her, those were no pearls it was blood, her blood.
A moment later, burning pain flooded her body. She opened her mouth to scream only to find that no sound came out. Darkness crept over her vision.
The last thing she saw before slipping from consciousness was the fear stricken expression of her father.
She smiled… maybe he didn't hate her after all.
Sooo… what do you all think? Sorry for no Sebastian in this chapter I promise to put him in the next one.
Any guesses on who her father is? Reviews are a welcomed gift… so fell free to write one!
Thank you for reading! I promise to update soon.
