Hello fellow jelly doughnuts! Tis' is my first fanfiction and *cough* *cough* other mushy introductions. I know Kuroshitsuji OC ness is sooo overrated with Sebastian and all that bull but bear with me for now okay? My writing isn't exactly Shakespeare or J.K. Rowling but bear with me on that one too. Please no rude comment or angry mobs due to my unfortunate writing please. Let us just say that I am experimenting with this Fanfic.
Ciao Amigos!
Fallen_Angel
Prologue
The glorious heavenly sunshine filled the whole place up with a cheery boost; making the place that has a certain air of mystery and rather brooding memories look somewhat inviting. The mouth-watering smell of the ice cream and cotton candy stands was enough to distract any child, saying that there were an awful lot of families scattered about. Different languages and accents filled the air, giving the grim manor a sense of family, unnoticeably ignoring the fact that the dimly lit hallways once held a noble family and maybe touched a piece of Hell itself, forever staining the purity of the manor's very essence. This was obviously a typical day at England's most famous countryside tourist attraction: The Noble House of Phantomhive.
Nobody knew what happened inside the place or what had become of the young Earl that had once resided there, making the most noted historians scratch their heads dumbfounded. The vast marble columns still had that elegance to it after a century when it had been turned into a museum by the government of England, in respect to the Guard Dog's services to the Queen during times of trouble. Many parts of the beautiful manor were left unexplored, thanks to the endless secret chambers so cleverly designed. Any idiotic archaeologist dumb enough to venture into its depths were never heard from again or on rare occasions, insane for the rest of their days, for real darkness would swallow any foolish mortal daring to challenge its secrecy.
Soon, the interests in the secrets of the chambers were lifted promptly, for the sake of the reputation of the English Archaeology Department and the constant questioning of the media. The unholy place was left untouched forgotten in no time. After all, some secrets are best kept secrets.
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A little Indian girl was at the best of her spirits, fascinated by whole the surrounding, her wide golden eyes washed with pure innocence not ready to take in the impurity within. She was slightly becoming frustrated at her mother whose iron grip was around her tiny wrist. "Ma! Let go of me! I want to explore!" Her screech was cut short by the look her mother gave her. The traditional jewel encrusted hand let go of the smaller one. "Okay Minagni, don't go beyond the second hallway. Kali forbid that this child gets lost!" The high classed Indian sighed defeated. The child known as Minagni rushed out with her hair flying carelessly behind her, immediately out of sight as her mother heaved another heavy sigh.
I looked about. This wasn't the hallway I had come through. I tugged my spikey blackish maroon hair in annoyance, why does the English have to be so darn complicated!? Needless to say, there aren't even any people venturing around this area, not to mention that her Ma was probably getting worried out of her mind right now. Suddenly this amazing place she had always wanted to come to didn't seem so amazing anymore. It gave of an almost scary aura; the thought chilled me to the bone. After an inaudible prayer escaped my lips, I quickly found myself into a dark basement.
This was the most interesting place I have ever been too. I cannot believe I am the first one in like seventy years in the forbidden places. My hands automatically started removing the thick layer of dust that had layered it on the dull, frayed card board boxes.
There were plenty of objects in the basement, abandoned for an unknown period of time. She held up a once-white stuffed bunny rabbit toy with an eye patch with one emotionless button eye stared at her. Tears almost fell from those naïve eyes wondering how many memories each individual object held. Little bits of happiness in the dark world that now meant nothing to its owner, or the world to be precise. There was an unexplained feeling of so much sadness, guilt, a gut pulling feeling that just would never stop. Before she could react further, a metallic object caught her attention.
It was a pair of spectacles. Rectangle lenses with a thin wispy silver frame. Oddly mesmerizing was the piece of glass, even if the right lense was cracked horridly. I could tell that whatever time period it was from, it certainly looked expensive and was undoubtedly pretty when the right lense wasn't disfigured. The second I touched the metal, I felt every single moment of cruelty I have experienced in my life put together… like a giant spider's web… I shrugged it off dismissively. A wooden photo frame was perched nearby waiting to get attention. Like everything the wood was also coated in a fine layer of dust.
I counted, there were about eight people in the picture. My eyes fell on two men in particular, one of them wearing same looking spectacles. They were probably the two most good looking people I have ever seen. The child in the middle was lying in the couch in a lazy manner, also wearing an eye patch. The Phantomhives' were certainly the bunch weren't they? I know I should not be doing this but with as much silence I can, I slipped the bunny, spectacles and the photo in my tiny little back pack.
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My pet tiger Raja lied dutifully next to my canopied bed, purring a comforting sound. Stroking the now-clean strange picture I conquered form England in my young youth, I found myself saying silently:
"Whoever you are Phantomhives, even if I have not met you, I will just make sure you are not forgotten."
I cannot believe, I the Great Minagni, Descendent of the Royal King Soma, is softening up, speaking to strangers older than my great grandfather.
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Fate smirked down from Heavens above; little did she know anything about anything. Well Fate had twisted ways that no one except the spirit of Fate in the entire universe knew how they worked. Somethings were best kept untouched and unconnected.
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200 Years Ago
The Heavens
This night was a beautiful sight to behold, one night in every seven million years when each and every single living creature's and specially the Mortals' souls felt a strong force of power in the air, the time when the moon shone brighter than the very fire of the Underworld itself. Essence of pureness and pinches of evil would latch themselves in each creatures beating heart colliding them in a hollow sense of euphoria.
For this was the night when the Gods chose (with help from their friend Fate of course) one worthy mortal to possess the dangerous possession of the Gifts of the Clans.
Fate's rich hypnotic golden eyes glowed, reflecting itself back from the depths of a silver basin which pictured the entire in universe in long golden lines. The Sacred Records of Infinity.
Green light rose upwards from the priceless basin illuminating a strange eeriness. Around it spun the Universal Sign of the Clans: The Heavenly Beings, The Place of Damned, Anglo Spiritoue and Earth. Fate smiled knowing that for once her assistance was not needed, which was actually exceptionally rare though it made her irritated not to know anything about one mortal since Fate was like, the Mother of Everyone. Her spirit erupted with excitement wondering what type of nuisance the Gods called Gifts was going to be chosen this time.
She watched mesmerized as a little feminine looking eye that bore seven colours hovered in between the green glow, glowing with a blinding white light. The fruit of seven millennia's. Commotion in at Earth had already begun.
Fate smiled to herself happily. She had been wondering when the rare Gift of Sight will be chosen. This was quite the surprise since the Sight Force was so superior and to be chosen so early, quite the surprise… Now to see if the unfortunate mortal would remain mortal… After a few complicated flicks around the Sign of Clans, she smiled again. How boring, the circle with a cross in the middle and the arrow pointing to the right side glowed brightly, outshining the fellow signs around it. The symbol of Earth. She threw back her head busying herself with calling the messenger to deliver the news back to the Gods. She did not even notice as the little Pentagram, just under the Mortal symbol, glowed a faint purple…
I was certainly satisfied internally bragging to myself to announcing the Gift of Sight. Eyeing the basin, my muscles tensed, knowing that this was the fun part: choosing the mortal deemed worthy. I took the light covered eye into my palm looking over at Earth. The ragged outlines of the continents met my eyes. I could see the tail of the Leviathan swishing about near the Atlantic causing sailors to panic. How I hated The Place of the Damned which in short terms was Hell. A sudden idea came to my head. It was devious of course and it was definitely breaking the rules of Infinity buy hey, they could not blame me, I was Fate and I had cruel ways.
Looking carefully she aimed the Eye of Sight at the Leviathan's tail. The pure object will probably kill the fellow spawn of Hell but it was worth the entertainment provided. Her golden orbs watched as the Eye fell, waiting for years to fly by when suddenly the once whole Eye collided with the hard ground of Mortals and shattered into two pieces that bounced off in different directions. It wasn't the hardest of bounce only a few hundred kilometres. One immediately embraced itself to the heart of a rejected new born. She looked over dazed, the first Bearer had been found while the unintentional second… well that would have to wait…
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A few decades later…
It had been raining cats and dogs in all of Great Brittan. The little bit of hopeful sunshine that had been there a few days earlier left no traces behind. The world was oddly silent but noisy, peaceful and destructive at the same time. Soundless of any other living thing other than the pittar patter of the rain, the occasional crunching of trees and the mighty outbursts of thunder. One may call it hopeless weather but it was perfectly in liking of a slender thirteen year old that was impatiently pacing around his comfortable blue velveted office.
Ciel was in an incredibly absent mood. He had come back from Tanaka's funeral yesterday not knowing how to feel or comfort his grieving servants (except for Sebastian of course). The ever loyal old man had got himself trying to protect the young master. He had been like a grandfather to Ciel. Anyway, he had seen plenty die worse, this was nothing. He was irritated because the new servant he had hired was late. The young Earl wasn't exactly excited about taking in another demon but Sebastian had insisted on double protection. His spirit wasn't lifted by his favourite weather. Unlike other children, he did not even wince as another bolt of lightning struck somewhere.
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a carriage being led towards the doorway by worn looking brown horses from my large French windows. I simply watched as Sebastian led the coach in with another enviously taller man, perhaps even taller than Sebastian. He was also being led in as Finnie put the carriage away. I propped my clothing up a bit more and sat in my plush chair in a business-like manner, pretending to skim through some documents just as I heard a polite knock on my door.
"Young master this is our new servant, Claude Faustus." Sebastian said in his sparkly voice.
"It would be a pleasure working here my lord." The one by the name of Claude said with a deep tone. The Earl grunted lazily in return motioning them to get to work. It took a moment to take in his features. He was definitely taller than Sebastian with a classic masculine frame of broad shoulders and an angular face. Behind his thin framed spectacles were the most piercing eyes, the lighted shade of amber with ruffled dark hair. Typical demon appearance, pitch perfect. Nobody spoke up as a heated spark past between the three.
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So yeah, that's my writing. Any questions and hopefully they will be answered. I know the Fate thing is messed up. XD! I seriously couldn't friggin' come up with anything.