Hello dear readers! Allow me to introduce myself; I am HoneyBadgerGal, harbinger of chaos -gracious bow-. Though I am a long time watcher, this is my first Kuroshitsuji fan fiction. Please, try not to be too hard on me when/if you review. In the possibility you all actually enjoy what I have written, I will most defiantly update. Now open a bag of Poptarts, kick up your feet and enjoy the story.
You bolt up, your eyes snapping open. The only thing you instantly remember is raw fear burning through you as a knife came down at your throat. You quickly survey the area, wondering where you are.
You are sitting in an office chair at a table, in a small room. The features are bland, and nothing about the room jogs your memory. You try to remember more details about your life, but the only thing you can really recall is your name, (Y/N). As you try to remember you look down at yourself.
What the hell, you think am I wearing? You are in a neat, pressed black suit jacket over a black waist coat and white dress shirt. A tie to match your suit is tied perfectly at your neck. You see you are also in a black skirt, thigh length. On your feet is black, practical Mary Janes. Then you observe your hands to see they are in sleek black gloves.
"Whose sick idea was it to put me in this monkey suit?" you ask to no one in particular.
"It would be /my/ sick idea, Ms. (Last Name)" says a cool and controlled voice.
You look over your shoulder to see a man in a doorway wearing a dark suit much like yours, only with no skirt, that would just be weird. He has short cut black hair and fair skin, rather handsome you notice. His intelligent acid green eyes shine behind a pair of rectangular spectacles. Strangely, in the man's hand is a long pole of some sort with clippers on the end. You recognize it as a leaf trimmer. How odd, you think.
The man uses the edge of the leaf trimmer to adjust his glasses as he says in a slightly monotone voice "I am William T. Spears, Department Manager of the London division of the Shinigami Dispatch Association. You are currently at our headquarters".
Shinigami… death gods? Those don't exist! You tell yourself. This man must be out of his mind.
The serious man continues talking.
"The reason you have been brought here after your untimely demise is that you will be part of an experiment, a bet, technically. I have been pestered by one of my subordinates, Grell Sutcliff, that there are no female reapers in the association. After a while I became fed up with his obnoxious complaints and proposed this," William adjusts his glasses once again.
"He may choose any newly departed female that he would like. He puts her through traditional reaper training along with all of the male recruits. If the female can get the first or second to first highest test results on the final exam, she may stay a reaper. If she fails," The man cracks a smile, a smug smirk that does not fit his seemingly stern demeanor. "Then Grell Sutcliff will lose his job as reaper and become a mortal".
You take this information in for a second or so. You still think William Q. Something-or-other is completely mental. You ponder for a moment, and then speak.
"Is this some kind of cruel prank?" you ask him in annoyed tones.
William's glasses flash in the light of the room.
"I assure you Ms. _, this is no jest. You must take this situation seriously."
You scowl and shake your head. It all seems so unbelievable. You have never really believed in the supernatural, and now you are having a conversation with a man who says he is a death god.
This is a just a dream. When I was attacked I must have hit my head, you think desperately to yourself. I will just play along in this dream world, because soon, I will wake up.
"So I am to be trained… to become a reaper… and if I fail Grell loses his job and I… will most likely go back to being dead?" you say slowly. William sighs, in what might perhaps be relief.
"I am very glad you fully comprehend the situation Ms. _. Most would have made a whole dramatic mess out of it. Come, I will introduce you to your mentor now". William walks out the door, leaving you to scramble out of your seat and follow him.
As the man believing himself to be a shinigami leads you down an office corridor filled with cubicles, you begin thinking to yourself.
Is there a possibility that this is in fact all real? Could this really be happening…?
Before you have more time to think, you are standing in front of an office. William knocks his knuckles quietly on the door.
"Mr. Sutcliff, please come and meet the female recruit you requested. Her training must start immediately."
You wait in silence for a few minutes. As you do, a few groups of young men wearing glasses and suits walk by. When they see you they begin whispering to each other. You simply ignore them.
Finally, the door is opened by a person dressed in the fiery shade of red.
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