A/N: Yo, this is my first Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, so bare with me here! Also, a quick disclaimer I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way, shape, or form.
Anyway, on we go~
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It was dark.
And empty.
It was a void of darkness and she felt at a loss. Something was missing and she longed to find it. There was an ache in her chest and a whispering voice in her head, unrecognisable and unfamiliar. What was missing?
She was paralysed, unable to move from her spot on the floor. The floor was cool beneath her bare legs, like stone but far too smooth to be so; to the touch it felt like glossed wood.
A weight pressed on her chest, something that brought moisture to her eyes but could not fall, something that brought a scream up her throat but did not allow her to free it, something that ordered her to discover, but she could not. She was defenceless, lost, confused. What did she have to do to lose this heaviness?
Something was murmured. A name. A name made of indistinguishable letters, mumbled in gibberish, it was spoken lovingly but from such a distance that it was lost, and shrieked in such a voice it made her ears ring. Who held that name? Who was identified by that name?
The breeze brushed against her skin, making her eyes flash open. Where had it come from? Just a moment ago the air had been still but the breeze was now cool, and Goosebumps rose on her bare arms.
The name was murmured again, louder, clearer, properly pronounced. It was a man who spoke the name, lovingly, softly, gently. The weight on her chest hit her with full strength once again, and she longed for the emptiness to be filled.
"Who is there?" She called into the darkness, feeling the breeze strengthen into a strong wind, it gentle caressed her limbs, crawling up her spine and arms and legs, feeling her skin.
Fear spiked her senses as her only reply was an echo of her own voice.
Who's there?
The man did not reply, all traces of his soft, velvet voice had disappeared with the gentle breeze.
Now she fought against the wind, feeling it tearing at her clothing, feeling it grabbing at her hands and feet, attempting to trip her and make her fall. The winds strength tossed her around and she felt herself being thrown about, but unable to see where.
It threaded through her hair with such ferocity that she felt a strong, painful tug at her scalp, as if a hand had taken the end of her hair and yanked with extreme strength. Moisture filled her eyes as the wind pressed against her eyes, and seemed to drill into her skin; she felt pins and needles spread through her limbs.
She needed help; she desperately wanted somebody to save her from this place.
Her voice caught in her throat and she felt her knees trembling, she held out her hands to find something, anything to keep her steady, but there was nothing, and her knees failed to hold her weight and she tumbled forwards.
Forwards she fell, and her head slammed into the bumpy ground and the darkness flashed white before her eyes.
A gasp escaped her lips, and she shot up from her sprawled out position, and struggled for air, her heart thumped in her chest quickly and panicked. Wide eyes flashed around her surroundings, confusion clear in her light orbs.
Trees. She was surrounded by trees, and bushes. Twigs dug into her palms and thighs, and a beetle slowly made its way over her ankle, and a droplet of water trickled off of a leaf and splashed onto the top of her head.
She inhaled deeply, thoroughly grateful as the cold air seeped into her lungs, clearing her panicked state into a capable, focused state, she saw clearer and could manage to stand from the floor.
The girl wondered many things that moment, as she stood in the darkness, her eyes barely accustomed to the darkness, only enough to see the outline of the trees and bushes.
As she began stepping carefully through the growth, stepping on stinging nettles many a few times, and muttering curses every time, she wondered how on earth she managed to end up in a forest.
As she came nearly to head butt a tree, but barely missed it by swinging out of the way, she wondered about the dark place she previously had been, had it been a dream? It felt more like a nightmare.
She swore like a sailor when she stepped on something thin and squiggly and it squeaked loudly, she didn't ponder at to what that vermin was, probably a rat, and wondered about the man that spoke that name so lovingly. Who was he? Whose name did he speak so fondly? Why could she not hear it?
It was beginning to get easier to see in the darkness, the outlines became clearer and more detailed, she could see the leaves that twisted up the trunks of the trees and the twigs that stuck up from the ground so she could avoid them, and wondered a question she was curious of. Why had she not wondered before?
She held nothing. Her mind was as empty as the darkness she had been. What did she look like? How old was she? Where was she? Was she alone? Was anyone looking for her? Did anyone care? Who was she?
Her head was spinning, she felt nauseous and afraid, more so than she had before. She placed a hand on her head, feeling the untamed locks of unwashed hair beneath her fingertips made her stomach twist and churn. She moved her hand to her cheek, it was rough and she assumed mud had dried on her skin.
The wind whispered as it slowly drifted past her and she moved her hands down to her clothing. It was a pathetic piece of fabric, rough to the touch, most likely grubby and considering the hems were frayed, it was old. It must have been a dress but it only reached her knees and hung off her ridiculously.
The girl caught her breath, and continued on. She longed to dwell on her curiosities more closely, she longed to ponder on her name, all of the possibilities, she longed to wonder of her appearance and age and affiliations and family. Had she any? Questions appeared in her head faster than she could count but the answers were scarce.
A heaviness rested on her chest once again, and she felt her blood run cold. It was the heaviness from the dark place. A weight on her chest that held her in place, instructing her, forcing her to search for the source of the loss in her chest. Find it. Find it. Find it.
She growled from frustration and confusion, the muscles in her legs and arms were beginning to ache and she could feel them tremble, warning her of possibly giving out and causing her to collapse. She couldn't have that, she needed to get somewhere other than the forest. Somewhere safer.
Where could she go?
She had no clue if she had any family to return to, and if she did, where could they possibly be? There was a possibility that she was in the middle of nowhere and civilisation was hundreds of miles away.
Or she could be completely alone.
The thought brought a pang of grief upon her heart and her stomach churned once more. Simply not knowing sent her head into dizziness and she gripped onto the closest tree to not pass out.
But the feeling of bile sliding up her throat and the bitterness in her mouth was enough to send her over the edge and she allowed herself to lurch forwards and vomit all over the ground. Clutching onto the tree, she didn't stop until she felt completely hollow inside.
She regretted it the minute the taste wouldn't fade away, but continued on with a grim glance over her shoulder and careful steps to avoid treading on that area.
A string of quiet curses were whispered from her parted lips, her voice was hoarse and her throat stung as she spoke, but the curses continued until she felt her heart rise in hope. A light was in the distance.
Her steps became quicker; as did the amount of times she stumbled and almost tripped over her two left feet, she panted and hoped that it wasn't just her imagination.
She was delighted when more lights began appearing, and her heart sped up. Maybe they knew of her, maybe they could help her. She continued pondering that thought. She neared the clearing and as she moved the branches away from the clearing so she could stumble forwards she froze.
Then her heart dropped.
She had no hope. None at all. Her hope had been destroyed when she gazed upon a large, wealthy manor that most likely belonged to a rich, important man. She had no chance.
A low cough echoed in the darkness, making her head move from the large manor to the figure standing by the wall that surrounded the house.
"Miss," The voice said in a voice of silk "May I-"
"Who are you?" She asked, ignoring the sting in her throat.
The man chuckled, moving forwards from the darkness and towards her, his onyx hair fell around his face attractively, shading his crimson eyes that she could barely see in the light that the manor's windows gave off "I think I should be asking you that, miss."
She coughed into her hand, narrowing her eyes at the man. He was dressed in a butler suit, she noticed, brilliant quality of fabric. He was the butler of that estate, she realized.
"You shouldn't." She croaked, feeling the world spin around her "I am being of no trouble."
The man raised an eyebrow "Seeing your state miss, you are in dire need of help."
She felt her heart rise, previous deflation forgotten, but something in her empty mind told her to leave, refuse his…'hospitality' and find the town, maybe find help there or rot. She did not trust this man.
"Who are you?" She asked again.
The man smiled, a seemingly kind hearted smile but she saw the darkness behind it. He was amused, not kind, he was knee deep in hatred but he smiled cruelly at her "I am Sebastian Michaelis, the Butler of the Phantomhive estate." He answered, opening his eyes that pierced her sharply "Now, I think I deserve your name, miss."
She inhaled deeply, grateful for the fresh, cool air "You tell me." She chuckled.
And it was dark.
And empty.
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A/N: And that's a wrap! Thanks for reading! Constructive criticism is welcomed so I know if there is anything I need to work on or anything like that.
Anyway, until the next time~
