Hello hello, its naenia here,yahoot!well this is my not-so-second story without*cough**betareader*cough* and I really wanted to write this one since it's been bothering me for a week and it's been a really hectic week for me because of the piled work*looking at my desk full with paperwork* and I know writing another story will absolutely increasing the load amount of work...BUT I STILL WANTED TO WRITE THIS ONE!...and so, this story was born...and so my lovely readers out there, enjoy...(any comment of review is appreciated)

Kuroshitsuji is not mine in any way...It belongs to Yana Taboso, the wonderful creator of this wonderful anime.

"Drip...drip.." The sound of water dripping slowly blends along with the rhythm of silence in a worn out room. The old, musty smell giving me a sense of familiarity since this is the room which I have been living when I was little.

My turquoise eyes, glances every each of the cracks that spread through the walls and the torn out wallpaper that almost ripped out from its base. Sadness filled inside my heavy heart as I look down to my feet and see my ragged brown shoe with my toes poking out from the leathery material. I sighed, raking through my hair slowly and suddenly, I see something on the surface of the cracked walls.

"What is that..." I said as my body moves on its own towards the anomaly. My finger touches the surface of the cracked walls and tracing it slowly. I feel something bumped underneath my fingers and I retract my fingers quickly, away from the cracks.

"A...Paper?" using my thumb and my index finger, I pull it slowly and behold... a neatly folded paper with a tracing of a certain colour which I assume the ink used to write this letter. I slowly unfold it, trying to execute it as gentle as possible trying to avoid ripping this old-looking paper.

My eyes widen as I see the writing inside the paper and the ink use to write each of the cursive letter...Red. A red ink which I know well and the person related to this hidden letter.

"My dearest Lili,

First of all, I would like to apologise to you dear, I couldn't be the one for you...

I'm sorry Lili...I know right now, when you read my letter, you have already grown up to be a person you wanted to be. Don't be sad my dear, just smile along the way of your life and have faith with yourselves. Your gift is your strength and don't doubt it even for a second and always remember...I love you...My dearest red flower, a colour darker than vermillion and brighter than red, Lilian Scarlett..."

-Angelina-

"A-Aunt...Angie.." my voice cracked out with disbelieve as my eyes repeatedly scanning through every each of the words that have been written neatly. There is no doubt about it, it's her writing.

Why did you write this letter Aunt Angie, why didn't you face me...Why..

Flashback..

"Why did they call you Madam Red, Aunt Angie? Shouldn't they address you by your name?" a girl around 8 years-old asking a red-haired woman with curiosity as she scratches her head, feeling confuse with the current situation.

"Well Lili, it's common for them to call me that, since I loved red and my attire always consist of the colour red, see?" the red-haired woman turn towards the girl and showing her red dress with her red hat.

"Umm...You're right Aunt Angie, your hair is also red and it's so beautiful...Not like mine..." the girl look down to her feet with a sad face but she quickly raise her head up and smile brightly. "..Not that I care about that..." she said while smiling.

The red-haired woman called Madam Red sighs and she hugged the small girl firmly.

"My dear, of course my red hair is beautiful but, yours are truly a gift...A colour darker than vermillion, a soft and more subtle than crimson and even brighter than red...That's you, Lilian Scarlett.." she rubs the girl's back slowly while hugging her closer.

"Aunt Angie..." the girl says suddenly, and Madam Red broke the hug, looking at the girl with a smile.

"Yes, Lili?"

"Promise me...That you will always live a-and someday y-you will introduce me to your nephew...I really wanted to meet him..." Lili stutters and holds a strand of her long, scarlet red hair nervously.

"Of course Lili, you will definitely become friend with him and I warn you, he is the cutest boy ever..." she cooed and pinches Lili's cheeks.

"Ouch, AUNT ANGIE!" she yells and started to chase the smiling, red-haired woman around.

...

My tears stream down to my face and I broke down crying, holding the crumple letter close to my chest.

"Why didn't you keep your promise to me Aunt Angie..." I said to no one with my sobbing voice and my tears dripping on to the crumple letter.

...huhu...sad sad...its only the beginning...now review if you want to...hhihihhi~the ghost of review~

-peace, naenia-