I apologize for not doing other fanfiction and started writing another one but I can't help it! ｡･ﾟﾟ･(д)･ﾟﾟ･｡. This is a new Kuroshitsuji fanfiction and I thought about the previous generation and thought, why not? And the reason why I choose Birch Beginning for the title is because Birch is a symbol of a new beginning/ cleansing of the past. It somehow fits
Chapter 1: Birch Beginning
Where am I?
Zoey Willis. Died in an Earthquake, impaled by a metal rod
Who are you?
Who I am is not of importance. Zoey Willis. You have been hereby granted a new life in a different universe.
…..Why? Why have I been granted? In a different universe even.
I cannot answer those questions. Now, off to your new beginning. You will have some powers that you will find out while growing up
W-?
The place flashed white before blacking out.
A couple was ecstatic. They were childless, having tried many times for a child but each one failing. But that day ended when a light shone in front of them, a voice telling that the babe in the basket in now theirs to take care of. As she would play a great role in the future.
They cradled the baby with care. They finally have a child of their own. They would spoil her. Whether or not she played a great role in the future, they would spoil their only child rotten.
They watched as she looked at the world with mature eyes. They watched as she took her first step. They watched the child, their very own child. She might certainly not be of their blood, but she is nonetheless their child, raised by them. They went to the church everyday to thank the gods for giving her to them.
As they owned a bakery, they taught her everything they know. They watched as she made new and plentiful of ideas. They also opened a winery, seeing that their daughter could make wine. Tasty and seemingly refreshing. When she asked to study about medicine, they scrape whatever money they could to buy books when they noticed she could read them. She taught them how to read with patience and perseverance. She studied about herbs in a book that they pick, not knowing how to read then and just picked whatever has the topic of something that looks like it was about medicine.
But she wasn't the best daughter. She was not lady-like, she was not thin like the other girls her age, she has a lot of energy, she often speaks crass words and often beat up thieves and boys. Not that one of them's complaining. But even then, they love her. She was the best daughter they could have.
I grew to love the couple who raised me with love and care. They weren't overbearing, they weren't closed minded. What I'm annoyed in this life is that I have GOD DAMN PINK HAIR! Blue eyes and pink hair. It seems a good combination for a girly girl. Not me.
Moving on, since I figured that since I have a lot of spare time, I could always learn plenty of things. I found out about the 'powers' the voice told me about. But when it said powers, it meant plural. So I found out one of my powers and that was control. I couldn't control huge things. As I tried once to control the sky to rain, I immediately blacked out. When I woke up, I found out that I have a fever and a worried parent. I used my powers to 'control' the cells to kill all the bacteria in me in my dreams. I was tired after that, but my parents were happy that I still lived. In this age, there was no medicine for fever.
When I said 'in this age', I meant that I am currently living in the Victorian Era where everything has to be made by themselves. I could make some things I suppose…. but the really hard thing is that some of the ingredients were not there. We didn't have much things and we live in the city. So I just moved on.
When we got plenty of money, we moved out of the cramped place and got a bit of a secluded place. We bought a cow, 2 hens and 1 rooster. We had plenty of resources as we were near the woods, where nobody lives. Only about 3 km ahead is the town and about 500 meters away was our neighbour. We still kept our shop and it was pretty far. But what I'm contemplating about whether it is a good thing or not is that our rooster acts as an alarm clock. So we woke up about 5 each and every time. In our bakery, we also sell several alcohol, the only ones that I could make. I controlled the taste and the fermentation.
But we didn't really have a lot of customers. It kind of sucks that way. Oh well, that's life anyways
I went down into the cellar we got to put the barrels of alcohol I'm putting in to check on each of the barrels, whether or not that they are spilling or anything.
Once I went out of the cellar, Mother came up to me and asked me to buy some fishes. She gave me a basket she wove to put in the fishes and gave me money. I went out and had to walk a long way.
After haggling with the fish monger, I was on my way home when I met a boy who looked around, wandering. He was definitely lost
"Hey there…Lost?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course not!" He raised his voice, I deadpanned. He's definitely lost.
"Yeah…Right…" So I turned around and walked off. 3….2….1….
"Wait!" I immediately turned around, smirking. He looked embarrassed, red in the face.
"Could….you help me out?" Oh? So he swallowed down his pride. Well, as a reward..
"Sure"
He followed me once I said that I still have unfinished business to do. I invited him towards the house...though to see him panting after not long, I stared at him. Why didn't I realise that he is a noble kid? Not noble as in, brave and courageous bullshit. Noble as in status. Those snotty spoiled kid.
"You want me to carry you?" I asked sarcastically. He glared at me. "No" He grunted, still tired and feet sore. "You're younger than me. How old are you anyways?" He asked. I thought about it. I haven't really thought about it as nobody really care about birthdays in this era. It's more like a counting of how many years it actually was.
"4 years old" I said, calculating in my head. He blinked at me, "I'm 2 years older than you then." Then his eyes widened, seemingly remembering something. " I apologise for my rudeness, but my name is Vincent Phantomhive, please, call me Vincent"
"The name's Calla"
"Mother! I'm back!" I hollered, causing Vincent to flinch violently. Mother came from the kitchen, hands in her aprons. "Welcome back, dear. Oh my, is this your friend?" She asked, before I could input a word, "I'm Daphne, dear. Why don't you come in? I will bring in some refreshment" She said before heading off to the kitchen. I face palmed and dragged my hands down with a groan.
"Your mother's friendly" He inputted. I glanced at him, who seemed a bit overwhelmed. It was pretty obvious this way as nobles prefer status and reputation than their own families. Being born commoner is better. You can act freely, you can be free.
I led him into the dining table we made from scratch and I was immensely proud of it. I carved in some things at the side. Of one that I know. I carved in a Vulpix. I've always liked that, it looked adorable. I also carved an Absol on my door. I was always a god at art. Of course, I'm exaggerating, but I am pretty good at it. I carved plenty of Pokemon figures on the door and on the wall. Igglypuff, Piplup with Evolution, Eevee with Evolutions, Torchic, Mudkip, and others. I am pretty biased to Mudkip and Piplup as Piplup was my first pokemon in the pokemon Silver or Diamond, I don't remember as well as Mudkip and Torchic, was from the Mystery Dungeon part. Though the graphics made them ugly in evolution, I regretted making them evolve. They were so tiny and adorable!
Anyways, he looked awkward when Mother came back from the kitchen to hand him a bowl of soup. He clutched it awkwardly as I knew that nobles usually use spoons, forks and knives for eating. Mother gave me one and I sipped it. "Try drinking it like this, it's more calming than using spoon" I said. He tried it and immediately sank into the chair, seemingly to calm down. I smiled
I woke up, disturbed by something.
Welcome to the Game World!
[This is another one of the powers you have~]
Tutorial?
Yes No
I groaned and slammed my head back into the bed but pressed yes anyways
END!
I got this stuck in my head for a long time and couldn't control them urges.