Ciel was gone. This was a fact that I could not face, and yet there it was: He is dead. I will never see him again. I could not live with this; what would I live for? How could I live without trying to make him smile everyday? Surely I would have had to marry someone else – the thought was inconceivable. We'd been engaged ever since we were children, how could I marry anyone else? How could I live as another man's wife?
So I decided: I wouldn't live. I would meet my fiancé in death.
The day I died, the sun was setting against a blood red sky as I sat in my bedroom, still adored in black, sword in hand. "You have to learn how to protect yourself and your husband," Mother always said. I laughed at the thought – how trite it seemed now! As I sat there, poised to strike, nothing left for me anymore, I saw Death. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes: Don't do it, they asked me, but I understand why you will.
I never thought death would be a man in a suit.
I stood on the stone rooftop, keeping an eye on my target. My custom death scythe in hand (it wasn't motorized, so I didn't have to file nearly as much paper work; rather it was a long, slightly curved blade), I checked the ledger again. Scott Wallace. Due to die any moment now. I closed the leader and it disappeared, leaving my hand free to adjust my glasses. I vaguely remember not having to wear them; that was a long time ago. At least they were cute – pink frames with plastic flowers on the side. I heard the clock strike, and checked my watch. It was time to move. Scott had tried to mug what looked like a child and his father on the side of the road, when suddenly the boy grabbed him by the throat and threw him several feet away without much effort. Demons, I realized. Demons aren't good. I immediately leapt from my perch, landing silently like a dove and harvesting the soul in one motion. He didn't give up much of a fight. How boring. Oh well. I was more worried about the demons. I turned to face them, brandishing my death scythe:
"Don't even think about it! I'm deadly and cute~✩!" The adult was all in black, and the boy had dark blue hair and an eyepatch. The younger one's eye widened.
"...Lizzie?" he spoke, shocked. He sounded familiar...
"Ciel?!"
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't published anything in a while. This is a new idea I've gotten, and I will definitely write more of it. Of course, I'm not giving up on Black Blood or Yvon Phantomhive either, and hopefully I'll get new chapters up on both of those as well. Besure to let me know what you think in a review!