Hello people . . . This is my new Kuroshitsuji fanfic. I'm sorry daughter of death has been going slowly. Someone (won't say who) has accused me of stealing the story from them. So it might be awhile before I can get them off my back.
A long darkness. Endless, yet so bright it hurt to look at directly. It was deafening in its silence. And then,
Nothing.
"Pull yourself together you dingbat! I don't have time for your idiocy!"
Caterina, known to those as Kip, slapped her twin and personal pain in the ass, Alan.
"Look you're the one who keeps getting into these messes! I don't know why you have to drag me into this!"
Kip rolled her ice blue eye and swiped her coal black hair out of her eyes and looked at her blonde twin.
"Good god you are such a pain! Now will you shut up!"
Alan mimed locking his lips shut.
Kip finished unscrewing the vent and quickly slid through. Alan stayed outside and kept watch.
Kip was completely silent as she slipped through the vents. She had memorized the map the night before. This would be easier than taking candy from a baby.
Kip and Alan hadn't meant to take up a life of crime together. But after your mom dies in a car crash and dad commits suicide six months later, you tend to fall into these things naturally.
Kip smirked darkly as she remembered scoping out her new classmate, Michael two weeks earlier.
Michael was one of those boys who looked like some kind of model, but with the poise of an executive. He had money, and he wasn't afraid to show it.
Kip hated him. With his black hair and brownish eyes. She would show him who the better one was.
She shook her head and land softly in a room she knew was Michael's. He had white carpeting and very chic decorating. She looked around and found what she was looking for. A silver pocket watch that Michael carried with him all the time. It had the initials 'C.P' engraved on it. Which was weird, those were her initials.
Kip caressed the watch as one would hold a baby kitten. She started rifling through his drawers when she heard a mewl.
It was a cat. Black as night with eyes like emeralds.
"Shush kitty cat. You don't want me to get caught now do you?"
The cat only cocked his head to one side and silently leapt out of the doorway when Kip lunged at it.
"God bloody dammit!"
She quickly hoisted herself up through the vent and scrambled back out to her brother.
"I got it! We'll be eating for a week for what I can get from Morten! We'll be living the high life!"
She grabbed her brother and whirled him around. Hand in hand they ran up the high rise London Street, back home.
"Kippy? Do you think we did the right thing? I mean that Might have been a family heirloom or something."
Kip glared at Alan, had anyone else called her Skippy they would have lost an eye. Alan got off easy.
"What do you mean? He lives in that big ass mansion with the whole world at his feet. The last thing he'll miss is a stupid watch."
She still couldn't stop looking at the intricate designs and he initials which matched her own.
C.P.
Caterina Pherguson.
"Kip?"
"What?"
Alan fiddled with his fingers.
"I hate people like that."
One wouldn't know it when they saw Alan's baby blue eyes, and angelic hair, but he could be violent. He was on meds for bi-polar, schizophrenia, and God knows what else.
After their dad had died Alan had smashed their room to bits. He had slapped Kip across the face. He had gotten one in return; they've only had each other since.
She went over and ruffled his hair.
"Haven't I told you before? We're giving them what's coming to them. We're like Robin Hood and Little John. Robbing the rich to give to the poor little orphans."
Alan smiled and relaxed the grip he had on his own hands.
There was a knock on the door that broke them out of their quiet moment. Kip motioned for Alan to stay put and grabbed her little revolver off the table.
She opened the door to find Michael standing there, his eyes blazing in fury.
"Can I help you with something?"
He took a step closer.
"You can start by giving me my watch back."
He said it perfectly calm and composed. The calm before the storm.
"What watch?"
This was a game now. Who would crack first? Who would be the one to lose their flawless cool?
Who would be proven the best?
"You know exactly which one, Caterina."
Kip flinched at her real name, but it was hardly the chink in her armor.
"Look if you're just going to waste my time, it can wait until school tomorrow."
Michael came at her with a blinding speed and grabbed her by her collar.
"You will give me my watch. NOW."
Ladies and gentlemen we have a winner.
A cruel smile broke over Kip's face as she pressed the barrel of the revolver against his stomach.
"Like I said," He let her go.
"You're just wasting my time. I don't know where that stupid piece of tin is and I don't care to. So, just leave. "
He took a step away as she held the gun level with his chest.
"Fine."
"Fine."
He began to walk away, but he turned back.
"Does the name Phantomhive mean anything to you?"
His question caused her to raise her eyebrows.
"No."
He stood there a moment, then silently turned away and left.
As Kip closed the door she felt sweat pour down her face.
That name, Phantomhive. It was achingly familiar, almost like her own.
That scared her.