Chapter I: That Servant, Head start.
This is the second fanfic I've made, so I thought: Why not a Slavic protagonist for a change? So...here it is.
-ChaosBurgundy-
Disclaimer: The author do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji in any kind or form.
East End, 1887.
It was drizzling in the worst corner of London at night, making a perfect camouflage for thieves. Despite the bad condition, there was a faint shadow of black and blue pacing down deeper to the lair of poverty. Finally, they stopped at a rundown den, where unknown to the bloodhounds, was having a dark auction. They told the guards the code, and entered the sickenly-smelled room.
Ladies and gentlemen, now, I shall present to you the most unique thing of the day!
The man said excitedly, and the crowd started to murmur. Amongst them, the smaller figure was starting to have a nausea at the deja vu scene.
No. No. No. Please...God, help – AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!
"Young master?"
The boy jolted awake.
"I'm fine, Sebastian. Just a bit qualmish, that's all."
"I suggest you should head outside and wait, master. It'll be done quickly." – The man said, giving the boy his jacket.
"Right." – He agreed, before heading out of the bar, and slung the black material over his head .
Inside, two exotic-wearing woman brought a human-sized cage with them, being covered. The gossip began to get louder, until the sheet is removed. There sat a girl, as the servant observed, no older than his master, is being tied and blinded by a cloth.
"This is a spawn of the Devil himself, an exotic gem came from the East Slavic! Look at her hair: It had been stained by the blackest of the black, and her eyes-"
They uncovered the cloth that binded her orbs, and the crowd gasped. The servant noticed that those eyes held no emotions or any signs of life.
"It's the most grotesque thing I've seen in my life! But, the lecherous thing you can see here, wields the strength of a horse, the sight of an owl, and the stamina of an ox!" – He gestured a man to bring two huge boulder, and opened the cage. The crowd shrieked in terror as the "monstrous being" was released.
"Don't worry, the thing is tamed." – He reassured, and drag the girl next to the boulders. – "You only have to shout this word, and this thing will hit the nearest thing next to it."
He inhaled a vast amount of air, before continued:
"БАСТОВАТЬ!"
CRASH.
A thin layer of dust covered the whole chamber, and not long later, a snobby lady shrilled, some others fainted. In the midst of the dusty atmosphere, stood the panting girl,... and two well-spiltted boulder. The men gave hums of interest, and the auctioneer smiled:
"You can make this a bodyguard, a mascot, or even other things for entertainment. She'll gladly obey. The start off price is 3300 pounds."
"Now is the time."
Before anyone can say a bid, all the light are extinguished, leaving the room in darkness. There are a few snaps and cracks there, until finally the candles are lighted again. There are only two being standing left, and it's the girl and the servant. He asked smoothly:
"Bы говорите по-английски?"
"Yes." – The girl replies with no hesitation.
"Very well. My name is Sebastian Michaelis. I've came to offer a chance for you to be a servant of the Phantomhive household. You may have your own space to live, food, and basic supplies needed for living. So I asked you, do you accept this deal?"
This time, she pondered for a minute, before assertively answered:
"Да."
*Bloodhounds: old English term for the Scotland Yard.
* Бабастовка(Bastovat) : Strike
* Bы говорите по-английски(Vy govorite po-angliyski): Can you speak English?
*Да(Da): Yes