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My first Fanfic!
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Disclaimer- I do not own Kuroshitsuji nor its characters
"Just a bit closer…" (y/n)'s voice strained as she guided her soul. She could feel the distance impacting her physical body. As long as she kept her connection to it, she'd be able to return to her vessel. But the longer she stayed out, the more pain she would feel. Especially when she returned to her body.
There! (Y/n)'s soul exclaimed and encircled the slip of paper that the girl so badly desired.
"Good, now return. Quickly! It hurts!" (Y/n) grunted. Her soul snapped back into her with little effort. But excruciating pain came along with it.
"NNNNGH!" The girl resisted the urge to cry as she slouched in the dark alley. She coughed up drops of blood. If her soul had been out any longer she may have coughed up her heart too.
(Y/n) quickly reached for her pen and paper and began to write down what her soul had seen in the building. Her handwriting was abrupt and messy but readable to her eyes. She smiled at what she wrote.
24-12-45
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"A bank robbery, huh?" Ciel Phantomhive looked over the Queen's request letter again. "Honestly, why does she bother me with an issue like this? London has many bank robberies. Scotland Yard can figure this one out."
"My lord, this bank robbery is very peculiar to her majesty. Whoever broke into the bank made it seem as if they had the key to the door and the code to the vault too." Sebastian poured his Young Master a cup of tea.
Ciel scoffed before sipping on the hot beverage. "What is it?" He didn't want to give his butler the satisfaction by praising the tea he had made.
"It's a ginger tea blend. The ginger was imported from the island of Jamaica- finest of quality." Sebastian smiled, "Do you find it to your liking?"
"It's weird…" Ciel lied but drank it anyways. Sebastian twitched inside but continued to hold his smile.
"Let's get this over with, then." Ciel got up from his chair, "Call a carriage. We'll end this issue quickly."
The black haired butler bowed, "Yes, My Lord."
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"So mother, what do you think?" (Y/n) sat down by her mother's grave. She wasn't like those other mourners- talking to themselves; pretending that their dead loved-one was right beside them. Instead she placed a hand on her mother's headstone.
The feeling of another soul enter her body was exhilarating. Her mother's memories flooded her mind in a heartbeat.
"My, my. I never thought you'd be this crafty." (Y/n)'s mother spoke through her daughter's body.
"I didn't know I had it in me either." (Y/n) giggled.
"Now, what are you going to do with all this money? Split it with your dear mother?" (Y/n)'s mother placed a hand on her host's hip. It's been a while since the deceased woman has been in her daughter's body. She wished she could've done it to anyone. But sadly, (Y/n) and her father were the only special people she knew that possessed such power.
"Well first, I'll get a lovely estate for the two of us." (Y/n envisioned living in a home for once. Sleeping beside her mother's grave didn't suffice anymore. She was tired of the breezy autumn nights. When winter arrived she'd be dead.
"Then…?" Her mother pressed on for details.
"I'll get workers and everything, mother! I wouldn't have to do anything. I'll be like a noble!" (Y/n) beamed excitedly. Her mother shook her head. The girl still had so much to learn about the world. But it was better she experienced it.
"NNnn…" (Y/n) clutched her chest and fell on her knees. The pain was coming back. "Mom!" If her mother stayed in her body any longer then (Y/n)'s body would deteriorate.
"Yes, yes. I know," (Y/n)'s mother sighed and pulled out from her daughter's body. Along with her soul, she took her memories. She kissed (Y/n)'s cheek without (Y/n) feeling her love. All the girl could feel was a pain and the urge to spit out more blood.
Sunlight shone down on (Y/n)'s heavily breathing body. She sat up from the grassy floor and clutched her chest. Within a minute, her breathing reached a normal status and she regained her relaxed composure.
She walked over to the grave resting behind her own mother's. It was the brilliant hiding spot for the stolen pounds she acquired from the bank yesterday. Her own grave.
"Here lies a girl without an identity." (Y/n) read her headstone out loud. She recalled the day her body was buried. The confusion she dropped on herself when she found out her soul could leave her body at any given moment. At the time, she thought she had passed away during her slumber. But for some reason she could still feel pain while she watched the undertaker place her body in a coffin and carry her off to the cemetery.
By the time the sun fell past the horizon, (Y/n)'s soul couldn't bear the pain and she snapped back into her physical form.
(Y/n) shuddered at the thought of being buried alive. She remembered how hard it was to get out of her coffin that night.
"Well, I'm out now and I'm going to make sure my name is heard -'girl without an identity' my ass." She kicked her own headstone and ran off with her stolen goods in hand.
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