Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hey guys! Long time no see! So I've actually been writing a lot, but never had the heart to post anything I've written. For a while I've been wondering what I should post, and this new story I started came into mind. It's about twins with a horrid past, which catches up to them even in death. I don't know how far I'll write with this, but I wrote five chapters, six if you count this first chapter, and my new idea interests me. I hope you guys enjoy this and I'm sorry for not posting anything for a while. I just haven't finished anything! Plus I've been in a pokemon mood lately, but I'm back into writing black butler and reading black butler fanfics. Though I notice there's not a lot of good Undertaker stories that are being written. That's depressing… since I get my inspiration from reading other people and feeling inspired to write myself. Whatever, I suppose. Anyways, enjoy the story! I'll post the next chapter in a few more hours, probably!
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It is unusual for twins to be born, both surviving a birth that caused their mother to die. It is even more astounding for both of these twins to die at the same time, for the same causes, waking up as newborn shinigamis, identical as the day they had been grown in the womb. While they could not remember their own deaths they were able to stay together, to keep their old names, to know and understand they are twins, but… it seems there is a constant reminder that they are both separate beings, perhaps identical physically, but spiritually they are certainly two different persons with two different personalities.
"Alex. Do you seriously have to go out with your friends? Can't you stay home for a while so we can chat?"
"Sorry sis, but this is a school thing."
"Why can't I go with you?!" the girl snorted, grumbling under her breath while she crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean, I could always dress up as you, cut my hair, act like you so I can experience what us grim reapers are supposed to be doing."
"Lilliana~ –"
"I'm serious. Staying here at this house doing nothing is boring! Plus… I feel like I'm not completing something in my life… and I don't want to become those hags walking around the realm with that bored, indifferent look on their faces," she huffed and he gave her a gentle smile.
The boy named Alexander, who now seemed a tad taller than his sister, walked up to his sister and gave her a gentle hug. "… I get it. I wouldn't want to be a woman either… Well actually I wouldn't mind not having to work, but I have to. Besides," he chuckled, letting her go slightly to look at her with a grin, "since we're siblings, actual siblings that have ended up in the same afterlife, we can live together. I can go out and work and you can stay here and… find out what you really want to do with your long life."
"But I want to be an officer," she snorted, grumbling while her head was forced against his shoulder, her back curving slightly so she could fit against him easily. "I want to do what you do. Can we switch places? If even for a moment… I just… feel like I'm supposed to be an officer. I'm supposed to reap souls. It's a stupid rule that females can't be officers and must stay in the realm. I thought we were better than humans, for crying out loud!"
"I know!" he chuckled, letting go slightly and patting her on the head, a huff leaving her breath as he did, "but that's just the way things are. It's best not to try to fight society… I think there are other sects that actually let female reapers become officers. We can transfer there if you'd like… once I actually become an officer, that is."
"Well… I guess that's fine," she smiled, nudging him in the shoulder as the two of them parted, both of them wearing identical grins as she did so, "but you have to make me a promise that you won't make me become something I'm not."
"I promise!" he chuckled, the two of them wrapping their pinkies together, forming their unbreakable bound, "If you promise the same thing to me."
"Promise!" she giggled, happily letting his pinky go and watching her only relative leave the house, or rather the apartment the two of them were allowed to share while he got the schooling he was required to take while she stayed in the apartment, bored out of her skull. With a tired sigh she went back to reading one of his textbooks, finding the information rather hard to swallow. It's not like she didn't recognize and understand death, but… the way it was described… It's just supposed to be a job? Really? No emotions whatsoever? Makes no sense! There should be something there! How can you show mercy and compassion without emotions? Why must almost every human die, instantly? Why can't there be more 'special' cases, as the term is? It made no sense to her, but… she supposed that's just how it is, right?