AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first ever Kuroshitsuji fanfic. I've never really successfully written a fanfic for anything other than Yu Yu Hakusho. I'm no expert in historical aspects regarding the Victorian Era/time period this series takes place, and as a result my details may very well be lacking. I've been sitting on the idea for this fic for some time before acting on actually writing it, so please, I ask you leave your input or thoughts on this story.
She let the small brush glide across her nails once more, parting her lips to let out a cool breath upon them. Her usual light blonde, curly locks pulled into their everyday pig tails. Since his parting, her ribbons were black, and her daily attire monochrome. The light that was once in her eyes at all hours of day and night had long since vanished. Even the thought of him stabbed at her heart. He'd been her one and only love. All she'd longed for was to bring a smile to his face, if even just once in what time was left to his life, it meant the world to her. She'd been the last to see him. Everyone else believed him dead, but she knew otherwise. It wasn't a matter of not believing; it was knowledge. Ciel wasn't dead. He was anything but.
Soma, Agni... Bard. Mai-Rin. Finnian. Tanaka. All had gone on their own respective paths. It broke the girl's heart knowing everyone had so easily surrendered to the false news. When the news was broken to her, she instantly denied it. Her refusal to accept was, at first, understandable. They were fiances. This never changed for Lady Elizabeth. To everyone, she was grieving, but when her denial continued on endlessly, they were left no option. She needed help. But she was smart. The longer she was locked away, the more she realized there was one way out. Faking acceptance of her fiance's death was the only way.
It was a beautiful day to re-enter the world. The cruel world that took her of her beloved Ciel Phantomhive. It was the world she refused to face alone, knowing he was still alive. No one would ever believe that she'd seen him before everyone was given the letters informing them that the Earl had passed away at but thirteen years old. It had been a long time. Five long years. As peculiar as Ciel appeared that last day she saw him, he was fine. He was in good health. Even five years later, her heart knew he was alive somewhere.
The black nails. The piercing slit-pupiled pink eyes she'd caught a glimpse of. How his gaze said so much more than what he may have ever intended, nor wanted, it to to her. Just the thought of the obscurities had her both frightened and yet determined to solve the mysteries, if it meant bringing Ciel back from wherever it was he may have vanished to. It if meant proving she hadn't gone mad to the others, she would push herself to do it. There was no way she could allow herself to continue on with the facade she had come to terms with her precious Ciel's passing. Lying to Paula, who had been so loyal to her over the years, left her feeling ridden with guilt. Though Paula had been the one to act on locking Elizabeth away to get mentally well again, Elizabeth could tell it tore her dear maid apart to do so. Yet, she would not allow Paula to roam about alongside her as frequently. Her renewed freedom enabled the Lady to travel about freedly again, and she left the darkness with a mission. The mission being to find her missing fiance.
There was but one problem with the plan the Lady had in mind. She may have been let out to freely roam the streets and the like, but she was forced to see a therapist at least once a week. It was a condition of her release. It was their way of being sure her mental state wasn't deteriorating. Little did they know, there was nothing to deteriorate. She was fine. She was right. They were the ones in the wrong.