Way of the Ribbon
A Black Butler fan fiction
Written by Inrik
It was cold that day when the ribbon fell.
"Sebastian, hurry up. We're running late," the boy said firmly. He was dressed elegantly, a green waistcoat with black trimming with four rows of twin gold buttons with matching shorts and a blue ribbon and an eye patch with a single cord over his right eye. He wears an ornate silver piece that holds an emerald-cut deep-blue stone. It is a one-of-a-kind family heirloom that had been passed down for generations.
The other is a gold signet ring in the form of the Phantomhive crest. The blue ribbon he was wearing that day was given to him by his fiancee. Under the ribbon, written in gold was, Love, Lizzy. He is no other than Ciel Phantomhive, owner of the Funtom, the Queen's Watchdog, and the head of the Phantomhive household.
With the violent winds that day, the ribbon was slowly loosening its position around the earl's neck. A single whoosh and it was gone. Nobody noticed. The demon butler would have, but his back was turned towards his master while he was loading the carriage with the items they purchased that day.
The earl and his butler take their leave and sit in the carriage. You see, the reason why Ciel was in a hurry was because he was almost late for a meeting on an investigation for a freshly committed crime.
Meanwhile, a beautiful woman bends over to pick a dirt covered and crumpled ribbon on the street. She didn't want to take risks with the money she has to support her daughter's education. She never bought anything else except for food and useful material to support her only child. Being a seamstress, her boss gives her the extra cloth to take home so that she can create clothes for her daughter.
Her daughter adored ribbons. She thought about how she would be so happy, despite how small the gift is. She shoves it into her pocket and dashes towards her humble abode, taking the basket of food with her.
She knocks on the door. "Alice, dear! Mother is home!" she announced excitedly.
She hears the shifting of movement inside, and the dash of her daughter's foot steps. The door opens, filling the foot steps with warm light. "Mother! You're home! I missed you!" the girl of age twelve tackles the woman with a tight hug.
The woman chuckles at the sweet action. "I missed you too, dear. Let's get inside. You must be hungry."
Introducing: The Elsewood Family
The first floor of the Elsewood residence is the kitchen and the stairs leading to the second floor. The walls are all filled with pictures of Alice's class of each year, their family, and Mr. Elsewood...
The pain is still overwhelming, after ten years passed. Alice was only a toddler. She was only two years old. So young, and so tender. Her mother on the other hand didn't have to work all day. She was working on books. She was an aspiring actor in her early twenties. Her father owned a clockwork business. He would teach little Alice the basics on how a clock works.
The family never went hungry, never went down. They owned a large home and had enough money to buy luxurious food from restaurants and cafes. They had more than enough, until everything burned.
First, it was the shop. Then, the Elsewood residence. Someone must have a never ending grudge with the family since the shop and the Elsewood residence were 12 blocks away from each other. But detectives know that the Elsewoods are peaceful. They are one of the most friendly faces on the streets of London. Mr. Elsewood died in the fire.
Alice and Helena Elsewood escaped, though Alice suffered a burn on her burn was almost a perfect circle, planted right on her upper back.
Helena saved the box of photos right when the explosion happened.
They started right from a beginning. Their savings all gone. Helena's nearly finished books were burned. Luckily though, Mr. Elsewood's friend was kind enough to settle them in a new home.
He helped with the detectives, though they weren't getting anywhere. They found the case hindering their progress with the others, and so they gave up on the case.