Hey! This is based off a roleplay my friend and I did. You may all know her as Nyetta, but to my she's my Moony Moony Moon! Thank you, Nye-Nye!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or Bleach. Sad to say…
He hated rain.
He hated the wet feeling of the drops. He hated the cloudy skies that came with it. He hated the smell of the wet earth after a rainfall. He hated it all. But he especially hated that it now rained everyday.
More than rain, he hated the gnawing pain he felt each time he saw his mother. She was getting thinner and losing muscle. You could count her ribs. Her eyes were always dark. There were bags under the broken amber glass. She was growing weaker everyday. Not even her best friend could do anything about it.
Each day she grew weaker and frailer. She had gotten deathly pale and it was evident that death would soon be at her doorstep if something did not happen soon.
She would disappear from time to time, only to reappear when she couldn't bare to leave her beloved son behind. He was the only reason she had the will to go on.
He assumed it was because he looked so much like his father. He had his jet-black hair, his demonic appetites, everything his father was, he was. Or so his mother told him. She spoke of his father often. She moaned about him in her fitful sleep in a haunted voice as if he were in her dreams, which for all he knew, he was.
She would never say his name though. It was a taboo word in the shoten. Not even Kisuke would say it. She would paint and draw alabaster skin, scarlet eyes, and raven hair, but they would meet the same fate. She would let out a wail and tear her artwork into tiny shreds, then weep over the remains.
One day, he told himself, he would find his father. One day, he would see her smile. He, Akri Michaelis, would bring the sun to his wet and dreary world. But it would have to wait until the morrow. He was hungry, and there had been a Hollow running rampant.