Title: 死の武器 - Shi no buki (Death's Weapon)
Rating: T
Summary: This would be the solution they had been looking for. "Take my hand, please." "Why did you do this?!" "Who are you?" "You should have never been made." "I am just a weapon, nothing more, nothing less." "I will not let you touch him!" "My sweet Shi..." "I shall be your shield to protect. I shall be your weapon to cut down your enemies. I shall be only yours."
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. Kuroshitsuji is written and illustrated by Yana Toboso-sensei. No profit was made in the writing of this fanfic.
Beta: Lily Carmen Black
Chapter 1
That Weapon, It's Creation
Location: Underground Chamber, Underneath the Shinigami Order
Date: Unknown
The towering stone pillars with dark green vines which were made of stone twisted around them to support the gray ceiling which was lost in the darkness. Torches, bursting with bright green flames, hung on each pillar which casted long, black shadows that danced along the walls and floors. On the ground, amongst the remains of battered Humans, a dark marble floor displayed an incarnate formula below. On their right stood a silver chalice filled with darkened blood that oozed of a vile beast, touched green from the flames that reflected on its shiny silver skin. On its other side was the noble sacrifice of their own kind laid in the center. Circling the outer edge of the incarnate formula stood five cloaked figures, hoods obscuring their faces.
The Elders.
"Have we gotten everything needed?" a rasped voice asked, to the far right an Elder's hood shifted as he looked towards the others.
"Yes," another answered, nodding.
Another was a bit hesitant in beginning, "Are you this is wise to do?"
The fourth muttered under their breath, "We have already gone too far. There is no going back." A first tightened against their chest.
"This shall be our solution. It is the one that we have been looking for, you know that."
"Indeed it is," the first continued, raising a hand to make them stop before a fight would break out. This was not the time to even begin. "We shall begin."
They raised their arms and began to chant in a dead language. The incarnate became to glow a white light.
Place: Unknown
There was no concept of time - something unneeded. There was nothing that could happen, nothing the other did not. They stayed motionless. Darkness fell around them, but in the sweltering heat that surrounded them, they felt secure. Everything was tired together. It felt like nothing would get them. They were just there. Just a fragment within the darkness. Nothing more. They were content with that.
They wanted to stay this way. They wanted no change.
It was not meant to be.
But mixed in, between the warmth and safety, exhaustion cut through like a cold knife. Mist rose from the sweated ground, changing into unfamiliar, dark shapes and as the mist rose into the darkened night, the glittering fragment of a tired face flickered in the gloom. Once they were nothing but then things were twisted and turned to create something else. They took shape. They were given a form.
They were something more.
They heard something. The voices were too muffled to make out so it was ignored. It did not matter. The voices still stayed. A thin line cut through the darkness like a blade and was slowly growing. It made the voices clearer.
"-come-"
A slit formed on the being's rounded, faceless head and opened, asking, "Who's there?" The being was unsure. "What do you want?"
The voices became louder, beckoning them forward to the growing gray. They commanded them to come. They would not go away.
It was so sudden then. The white was shifting the black away, changing it into a light gray. A blob was shifted and shaped itself further, the being stood and looked upward at the gradient colors above them.
The voices commanded them to come again. They would not relent.
Something snapped within them, shifting so it would obey the voices. Moving forward, the being was encased by gray.
"Awaken and come to our heed!"
Location: Underground Chamber, Underneath the Shinigami Order
Date: Unknown
The light dulled and the incarnate formula was lost to time. It was complete. They had finally done it. The Elders had watched, gasps escaping from their lips, as everything had come together and the being took shape. The being rose, the misty fragments changing, solidifying into a human form. With a stir of its head, eyes opened at their command, revealing a bright red (a side effect from the blood of their enemy they noted but that had not matter) that stared blankly ahead. They all know the creature was so much more.
So, so much more.
"What am I?" it asked, once it stood, brushing away the sleepy dust from its eyes.
"Amazing," one muttered as another had held their breath. It had not surprised them that it could understand.
"We finally completed it!"
"This will be a new beginning!" They were in awe at their creation and muttered amongst themselves. One of them draped a gray cloak over the being, hiding a white skinned body.
"You are a weapon," the one who gave them the cloak responded. "You will be given a Master. You will be used."
Another explained, "Your duty is to protect, to shield, to collect. Your purpose is to obey."
"You shall obey all commands."
"What am I called?" the being asked, blinking once.
"That choice is your Master's and your Master's alone. They shall choose whatever they see fit."
"Once you are given to your Master, you will belong to them. Do you understand?"
The being nodded. "I understand and shall obey." It knew nothing else, something inside them told them that. That was their life; their reason for living. They decided that not knowing the Elders made sure it would obey their commands. The Elders did not know what would have happen if their creation revolted. So they took steps to take care of that.
"Good." The Elders walked away, the Weapon following them.
It would obey.
XXX Years Later...
Location: Within the Shinigami Order
Date: Unknown
They held many names since they were created - William, Anna, Noah, Abram, Yuki, Jórunnr (their current name) - and many forms - a male or female with a variety of hair colors and lengths, either old or young, short or tall. They would take the appearance that pleased their Master the most. They were given a simple uniform - a black, long sleeve crop top shirt under a sleeveless, hooded light-gray trench coat with black pants and knee high boot. Around their neck was a black choker with a miniature skull dangling from it. That was the only constant thing they had except for their red eyes, something that put off many of their Masters.
Jórunnr never had the same Master twice - all for many different reasons. The Masters died, abandoned them, or were simply not compatible with each other, etc. There were too many reasons to count since their very first. One time, while going on a retrieval mission, their Master had not been able to pick them up to collect the soul's records. It did not matter to them, though.
But...
It made them curious.
Emotions were interesting...
A natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. It was something they had not known nor understood but they wanted to study this unnaturalness everyone else held around them.
So, they watched, and they learned.
They craved knowledge (just like all creatures do) but dared not ask, for to voice those dangerous thoughts might just lead to their very own death. Nothing good could come from yet, while they obeyed, they learned. They learned so much. They would become something more than what they were before. They would see what these emotions would take them.
That was their first want.
Their Master was their key, they had figured out not long after.
Their Master made them feel things (make them smile or cry or laugh at something they did or had said) and so they slowly learned how to make their Master make them feel these emotions more. Their Master could be quite oblivious to the sublet manipulations, they used it against the ones who created them.
But they still obey.
It was their life, after all.
Their newest Master - a male with blonde hair and green eyes who had hung himself in a fit of depression - was, in simple terms, an idiot. A cocky idiot. He could not do anything correctly, even when hunting down and gathering the Souls ready for the end of their story. He was killed in the end, trying to go after a soul that was contracted with a Crow Demon (such a vile beast, they were) and was killed for that. They did very little to protect him. The Demon had been most displeased with it and so they had to take the mangled body back to the Order, narrowly escaping the vile beast with their own head intact.
They had not wanted to know what would happen to them if they did.
They were supposed to protect their Master. They wanted to see if something would happen with their 'emotions.' Something had happened but it had vanished just as their Master had their ripped out of their chest, blood oozing everywhere. Their ex-Master's dried blood was still on their uniform.
The Elders were not happy.
June, the name their ex-Master had given them (they were named after his pet), stood in front of a large, expensive cherry wood desk in the office of the youngest member of the Elders. Their mint green hair tied loosely and hung over their shoulder while yellow-green eyes narrowed at the other. Tanned fingers twined together in front of their mouth, expression serious.
A blank expression stared at the Elder.
"Things will be different from now on, Weapon. You shall be given to someone who has shown an... interest in you." They explained.
They nodded once, red staring into yellow-green. Their name had been taken away when they heard the Elder call them Weapon.
"His name is Undertaker. He has been away on a mission for quite some time so it happened that he has not been informed about you. A few days ago, he came and has expressed to see if he is compatible with you. Do not mess up again. You will give your life for him. Understood?" The underline of the message was clear.
They would not be given any more chances. After all, who would want a defective Weapon?
"I understand and shall obey," they said, bowing low.
"Go, then. You shall see your Master soon enough." They waved them away, the door closing behind them.
They made it to the location where they would meet their newest Master. It was not long before red eyes looked to the left, as the clink of heels resounded near them. The man was tall, with a thin, lean body that was smothered in a long black trench coat. His silvery hair hung behind his head in a high ponytail and glinting behind a pair of squared silver-rimmed glasses, two yellow-green eyes sat. It was those eyes which watched them, amusement lingering deep in pits of his soul.
This was him. Undertaker - Master.
The clink of heels snapped to a stop in front of them a pale hand darting out from the depths of a blackened sleeve snatched their chin. He turned it from side to side, inspecting them. "You shall do... for now," he sneered, eyes shifting to something they held no knowledge of. He jerked his hand from their chin continued on. They followed after him a moment later, making sure to keep up with his long strides.
They knew it would not be long before they would change to fit the other's image.
How long would this one last?
XXX Years Later...
They had changed once more, just as they thought. Gone was the short bobbed hair to a mane of long silver, just like their Master. It was tied in a long braid, and their's fringe fell over their face, leaving one eye open to the world. She was female and smaller than him. Master had been pleased.
That was good.
But he was different from other Masters.
He was touchy. He had not liked others to look at what he deemed as his, especially his precious Shi. His precious Weapon.
Their name...
He would not be easy.
She would try. She was always up for the challenge.
"Shi," he said in monotone as he wrapped his arms around her. Framed yellow-green eyes stared into her own. He leaned over, his chin rested on the top of her head. His hand fingered their way through her hair. He loved to do that. "You hair..." he muttered, "Never change it... It'll always stay this way. That is an order."
She felt a hand wrap around her neck as the other sneaked around her waist.
"Yes, Master," she muttered.
He knew something. There was that look in his eyes. He had figured something out and that was not good for her. She just knew that he found out about her 'emotions'.
She was changing.
He was becoming something other than Master. She was unsure of what...
She had not wanted to find out.
She didn't know if she had a chance.
She sat in front of the antique mirror, framed by carved wood within the barren room that Undertaker was given long ago. She was told to sit there and stay and use the wooden brush to make herself look... pretty. So, she passed it through her long silver hair smoothly, getting it thoroughly unknotted. She was waiting for him to come and get her.
He had been angry.
She had known she must have done something. She tried so hard to do whatever pleased him most. She must not have been doing so. He had told her it had not matter and so it would be just that.
It didn't matter.
Time was something that she was not to worry about.
Master had said so.
He was different from the other Masters. She had never stood a chance against him.
Master said not to worry about that. Only think about what I had done. It seemed like he was talking about someone else.
This was a punishment, she knew it.
Was it?
What was she being punished for?
She had not understood. She stared at herself for a long time, unmoving.
It was really as simple as that.
"What are you to me, Shi?" he asked one day, head leaning on her shoulder as he closed his eyes.
"I am a weapon that belongs to you alone," she answered without hesitation as his arms trapped her.
"My Shi... My sweet, sweet Shi... My Shi..." the man sounded broken. "My Shi..." Undertaker whispered, repeating like a record that couldn't continue on.
She was trapped. She knew that for a long time.
"Your Shi," she agreed as she closed her eyes, feeling Master's grip tighten even more. He would never let her out. She never wanted to stop away.
Never.
"My weapon... " he muttered again, stroking her hair in a possessive way before he fisted it in his hand. "My Shi... My Death Scythe..." The chain around her neck tightened as he held it in his hand, egging the Weapon forward.
He held out his hand, his glasses broken on the ground underneath his heel. "Come with me, please." His voice held a plea but his eyes showed he knew the answer. He always knew right from the beginning - from their first eye contact. That Weapon was his along.
Shi did not hesitate, for she had no reason to look back. He was her Master — the sole reason as to why she was created. She was his weapon, instructed to cut down his enemies… to be his shield and protect him from harm.
Shi slipped her hand into his, and before the Weapon could even breath, she was whisked away.
Author's Note: So, just as I said – here is the first chapter of the rewrite! It did not take as long as I thought it'd be to rewrite it (also helped that I had it panned out ahead of time). I want to thank you all for your support for all of this and I hope that you all continue to do so! I am very excited in this new endeavor I shall be doing. I shall have the new one soon, hopefully by the weekend. I'll try to make it a week thing unless something comes up and I'll try to notify you when I can.
If you have any new ideas that could help out, I am always open.
I also have a Beta! Yay! (EDIT: I love my Beta! She's a whole lot of help! Thank you, Lily!)
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Zane out!