[Yuki's POV]
Snow. Snow is all I could feel. Snow is all I could see, feel, touch, hear, and even taste.
I was in a bundle of snow, and it was ironic, but it was where I belong, right? I am the girl of ice, snow and water. I belong to the cold and darkness, and everyone else belongs to the light. I am nowhere innocent. To prove it, my own parents don't even want me.
It is somewhere in the 19th century, I don't care. I don't know what today is, I don't know what month it is but I am roughly guessing it is a cold, unfeeling December, though I do not see any remnants of Christmas nearby.
"Hey you, girl," a cold unfeeling voice came.
I wanted every nerve in my body, to fling this guy away with ice because of his tone. Does he know how dangerous I can be at my potential? I didn't have enough energy to kill this guy like I wanted to, so settling into my fatigue, I tiredly turned around and grumbled a, "What?"
"Young master needs to see you. But you aren't exactly presentable," the tall man wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Yeah, well, street people aren't exactly sweet smelling, yer highness," I mock-curtsied, but then before I could mock him anymore, huge gloved hands picked me up into what I presumed, a bridal-style position, and it was disgusting.
"Hey! L-Let me go! I told you I stink!" I argued and struggled against his hold.
"Young master ordered me to get you. To tell you, I don't know why he wants to see someone as ill-mannered and average-looking as you. But I have to do as he says," the tall guy says in a sickeningly serious tone. Just who does he thinks he is.
"Who in the name of seven hells do you think you are?" I scowl at him.
"Language, dear girl, language," he chuckles, before putting a gloved hand over my eyes. From all the exhaustion and hunger and fatigue, I let darkness overcome me.
oOo
I woke up to face an energetic girl.
"Hi! Here is your uniform!" she shoves what looks like a slutty maid costume, looks more like a strip-tease than an actual uniform for a working environment.
"No way," I drawl, "I want to wear pants."
"You have to wear it," the butler guy drawled.
"You again. You're with her too? I mean, it looks absolutely lower than my dignity! I refuse to wear it!" I exclaimed.
"Aw come on, it doesn't look THAT bad…" the girl tried to reassure me that by gesturing to herself. She was an exception, but I hardly think I will look decent in that thing.
"No. If you do not get me an attire with pants, then I will not change," I said, "Nor will I take a bath."
"She bathed you, genius," and to prove that, I was wearing a loose nightgown.
"…" I didn't know what else to say.
"Well I will talk to master about this. Never had we had a feisty girl refuse skirts," he drawled and left the room.
I sighed in relief, and then turned around to gather whatever were my tattered clothes. I gasped when they were all gone, along with my undergarments.
"I have a fresh pair if you want to wear it. The ones you wore were tattered," the girl offered me fresh attire.
"Y-You changed m-my clothes?" I asked in horror.
"Yep," she said, "It is no big deal anyways."
I gulped and nodded, "Where am I anyways?"
"Phantomhive manor," she said without hesitation, and then cocked her head to the side, "Why?"
"J-Just asking…" I mumbled.
"Aw, are you hungry? Don't worry, I will slip you something in our break for you to eat," she beamed at me, making me unconsciously smile back until the door slammed open.
"Here is your altered uniform. Young Master was offended that you decided not to where his original uniform, but he has yielded to your request. Make yourself decent and then I will take you to his private study in thirty minutes," the emotionless guy looked at me and thrust me a bundle.
The girl sighed a relief until the guy spoke again.
"Meirin, get to work. Your shift isn't over yet."
The girl broke into a fresh blush and it was certain. This girl liked the emotionless guy and I do not know what a kind girl like her would ever see in someone as heartless as him. She hurriedly nodded, hastily curtsied to the tall guy and left in a flurry as she had appeared into my vision.
Sighing, I nodded to the guy and he left me in peace.
I looked at the attire:
One black overcoat, a woman version with huge white cuffs at the end of the black coat. One white blouse and a long black ribbon to tie under the collar of the blouse. One pair of pants, and I guess the blouse was to be tucked in. Complete with that was a pair of black lace up boots, pants seeming that they could easily be tucked in.
I sighed. They seemed too much but then again, it was either this manly attire or the strip-tease maid uniform.
Man imitating attire wins.
oOo
When the fresh under change this 'Meirin' girl gave me and the boyish attire the unsocial dude gave me, I was ready. I was about to sigh loudly out of boredom when a rap came on the door.
Why not just leave the room earlier? The door was locked. This 'young master' has something to do with me so serious that he ordered the tall dude to lock me in.
When the tall dude said thirty minutes, I found out after I changed into the attire, that he meant thirty minutes: no more no less. Which meant for me, that I could be done with changing in five minutes and have to wait twenty five more agonizing ones until he finally opens the door.
"Are you ready?" he asked before opening the door.
"What kind of question is that if you are just going to barge in?" I scowled at him.
"Sharp girl," he smirked at me, showing me unnaturally sharp teeth.
He held a hand towards me and I ignored it making him curious.
"Why did you ignore my hand?"
"None of your business," I coolly glared at him and kept my hands to myself, cursing that I could un-intentionally freeze something if I came in contact with it.
"If you won't tell me, I know you will tell to master one way or another," he smirked at me.
"Whatever."
oOo
He knocked three times on the door, and waited.
"Come in."
He opened the door for me and once more offered me hand, to which I ignored, catching the boy's attention. Just like his butler like guy, his face twisted into a smirk, a tiny one because he was about my age as well.
"Why did you swat away my butler's hand?" he smirked.
"I might freeze it if I do," I grit my teeth.
"Out of hatred?" he smirked even wider.
"No, but the way you are talking I might as well freeze your butler whole. But either way, anything I come in contact with freezes at some point," I glared at him.
"Come here," the boy said, dropping his smirk.
I did.
"Sit here."
I did so.
"Hold this apple and demonstrate your power."
The boy with one eye seemed sinister. But I felt that something in me should do as he says or god knows what he might do to me if I don't. The way he grew up obviously, was just a spoiled lifestyle of having endless people put the crown of their heads at his feet and kiss the dirt he walked on. I hate rich people like him, rich people like him corrupted my mother and father into giving me up. They also killed them in front of my eyes.
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. He didn't budge so I gave in.
I took the apple in my hand and watched him in amusement as I let my powers freeze the apple. To make him afraid of me, I seeped the icicles inside and he opened his mouth to speak.
"Okay I believe you…"
Shatter!
Apple innards shattered over his desk and I smirked over at him.
"I am not a safe person, sir. I suggest you let me go now."
He looked shocked and the pirate boy just glared at me.
"Sebastian!"
"Yes, my lord?"
"This girl will be my personal attendant and attend to my personal requests. Now get her special ice proof gloves."
My jaw dropped open. I don't want to be this egoistic guy's personal pamper maid! I want to find out who murdered my mother and father, even though they threw me out.
"I don't have time to personally pamper you, fool. I am on a mission," I glared at him, "I am going to find out who murdered my parents."
"I am too," his eyes only softened at my attempts to get away from him, then they hardened, "But I am interested in you so of course I am not letting you go."
"Here you go, my lord."
This 'Sebastion' dude produced a silver tray to the pirate boy and then he turned towards me.
"Don't give me those gloves. I have no use for them. Give them to snow girl," he cringed his face in disgust at the blue gloves with light blue silver designs.
"Oops sorry, Pirate Boy, I will put them on," I glare at him.
"I never allowed you to call me that," he sneered at me.
"And who told you I enjoyed the name of 'Snow Girl'?" I air quoted him.
"What an irritating girl," he grumbled as I slipped on the ice-proof gloves, and I tested them on different objects, much to my relief didn't affect anything.
"What an egotistical boy I see," I glare.
"You sure aren't cute," he glared right back at me.
"And you sure aren't tolerable," I glared right back in his face.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Um, you tell me yours. I am not telling my private information to some stranger," I glared at him.
He looked utterly shocked and I sat there with an annoyed expression, "What you gonna tell me or can I sneak out that window there and have a good life without having to see your face?"
He shut his mouth and cleared his throat.
"Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive. To you, address me as Master, or Master Phantomhive. Whichever you prefer."
"Hmm," I feigned innocence as I thought over these two names, "The first one. I hate having to say extra syllables in respect for you. The less the better. The less energy spent on you the better for me."
He glared at me, and I said, "Or shall I refer to you as Pirate Boy?"
He shook his head despite the fact that the thing he would love to do to me is rip my head off.
"Yuki."
"Huh?"
"My name, nitwit. Oh, I mean master," I said, sarcasm dripping in my voice.
"Do you have a last name?"
"I don't think so, thinking that my parents were brainwashed into disowning me and murdered before my eyes, I don't have a family name," I looked at him with a glare, but a glare filled with my pain.
Somewhere, somewhere in that one eye that was visible to me, his eye wavered. Pity, it was nothing more than that, and it made me feel sick.
"I don't want your pity, okay?" my voice became thick, "That is what they all look at me with."
"No, I understand."
"Sure," I laugh, with mockery in my voice, "SURE you do. Kidnapping someone is totally a new trend to making new friends. Who told you?"
He stayed silent in his seat and didn't say anything more.
"I would like Earl Gray Tea delivered to my office in three hours. I expect an evening snack," the boy just turned away from me to his paperwork.
I just bitterly wipe my tears on my magical gloves and nod. Taking the tea tray, I whip past Sebastian and ignore the fact he was smoothly walking behind me, exactly two strides behind.
"Oh~! You're awake~! Finny-kun this is the girl I was talking about!" the energetic girl broke into a blush and I knew it was because of Sebastian the sick jerk.
"Who are you and where is the kitchen?" I asked her.
"I will show you! Are you allowed to wear that?" She points at my uniform but not in a mocking way but in a curious way, to which I nod simply.
"Show her where the kitchen is. She will be your roommate, Meirin. Make sure she knows how to prepare Young Master's tea and snacks the way he wants to because she is his personal assistant," Sebastian coldly regarded Meirin, and the poor girl hung her head and nodded, making the creepy dude disappear much to my relief.
"Come on, err…" Meirin made a weird hand gesture at me and I knew right off the bat she doesn't know my name.
"Yuki," I quickly finish for her.
"What a pretty name," she smiles and makes me feel warm inside.
"Thank you. Now where is the kitchen?" I ask her, curiosity filling me so I can get life over with.
"Oh! How stupid of me!" Meirin comically face palms herself.
I laugh and say, "It's fine. Just show me the way. I don't want to be late with tea. I don't even know how he wants it delivered."
"Wow, so you are his personal attendant?" she drawled dreamily as we walked towards the kitchen.
"Heh, would rather be a dish washer than his personal attendant," I drawl sarcastically as we go to the kitchen and I place the tea cups in the basin and wait for a cook whose nametag read 'Bard' smiled at me and started to clean the cups and saucers and dishware.
"Why do you think so?" she eyed me curiously.
"I am so sure you would love to be kidnapped right out of the snow and be force to work here?" I sarcastically laughed.
"Hey not to be offensive…" a guy with curly orange hair came up to me.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow.
"But you were kind of in front of his manor," the guy nervously continued, "He took you in because he thought you had nowhere to go. He just covered his good intention with 'another pawn to own' but we all know he doesn't work like that."
"Actually he does, Finny," Meirin chided him.
"So much for making him seem nice," Bard rolled his eyes.
"Hey! He is really a nice person!" Finny blushed embarrassedly.
"Just because he took you in, doesn't mean he obviously cares about you," Bard glared and said, "Come on, let me cook in peace before I have to bow down to Sebastian and let him cook again and get praise again."
The guy turned towards me and said, "I had nowhere to go just like you. I kind of think he might be nice, but I don't know, so I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. I am just happy to have a roof over my head, right?"
I sighed and nodded. There really was no way to be angry at this blonde dude named Finny.
"Okay, whoever 'Master' might be, I do not care one bit," I said bluntly, shocking everybody to the core, "I just want to get his damn Earl Gray Tea and damn evening snack prepared so I can get through his hell hole of an evening."
They tensed and I turned to Meirin.
"Show me how to do my job. Sebastian told me you would help."
"H-He d-did?"
"Yes. Or shall I ask Bard?" I raised an eyebrow.
"N-No, I will help!" Meirin broke into a fresh blush as she rushed over to help me in making Young Master's evening tea and snack.
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TBC
A/N: I chose 'Yuki' as the OC's name, because 'Yuki' in Japanese means snow, an ironic name to her special powers she was 'cursed' with. It will be a happy ending by the time this long chapter story is over. It is a CielxOC!
