Hey-o! This has been bouncing around in my head for a while, so I have to get it down on paper... electronic paper... Whelp, time for the disclaimer!
Bojoflo12 does not own Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler in any way, shape or form, no matter how much she wishes she did. *_* This will eventually be a Soma x Oc story.
A loud clang awoke me from my sleep, causing me to roll out of my bed and rush down the hall. Mina stood there, a small bag in her hand and her hand on an englishman's arm. My eyebrows scrunched together, "Mina... what are you doing?" She sneered at me turning away, her back facing me, "I am leaving. Why would I want to be a servant when a nobleman want's me for his wife." I jerked back, as though I had been slapped, my face full of betrayal, "But what about the prince? You mean everything to him, he would be heartbroken if you left!" My voice raised and she hissed at me, "Be quiet!" A hand grabbed my shoulder and I whirled around to see Agni, "Just let her go, Aamani. There is nothing you can say that will change her mind. She is bitter because of her caste and that will not change." Mina scoffed at Agni and left the hall, clutching on to her wonderful new husband.
"Tch." I twirled around and stalked back to my room, shutting the door quietly as to not wake the prince that slept soundly in the connecting room. I clenched my fist holding it in front of me. "This I vow, my prince, I will never leave your side, not until I die." As I laid back down, my mind brought forth the memory of when I first met Prince Soma, when he saved my life.
My hands shook as the bowl I was holding was kicked out of my hands, the coins in it scattering on the ground. The gang of boys that had spilled my day's work on the ground jeered at me, their leader stepping forward and crouching down, a smirk etched on his face, "I think were doing the country a favor by getting rid of scum like you." Three other boys came forward and grabbed me by my arms, dragging me into the shadows of an alley, the few people still on the street rushing past, ignoring my terrified cries.
The leader took a long knife out from beneath his rough-spun garb and ran it teasingly down the side of my face, a line of blood welling up after it. My cries turned to screams and I struggled, squirming, but to no avail. The blood trailed down my face and the boy cut into my forehead, causing blood to run into my eyes. As I felt the cold blade touch the skin above my heart, I shrieked, making the boy drop the knife to cover his ears.
When I felt the hands on my arms loosen, I bolted, running blindly, only to be wrenched back, and shoved against a wall. The knife was now pressed to my neck, breaking the skin and tears poured from my shut eyes. Prayers bubbled from my mouth sounds of fighting reached my ears. The pressure was released from my neck and I collapsed, gasping for breath.
I opened my eyes to a hand, held out for me to take. I looked up and saw the person it belonged to, his purple hair shining in the dimming light and gold glinting at his neck and hands, A tall man with covered white hair standing at his side, his right hand wrapped in bandages. I was sitting on the ground, my legs awkwardly under me, but I didn't even notice the slight pain. "Are you a god?" I whispered, my tears washing away the blood in my eyes. The male smiled at me and laughed, "No, I am Prince Soma, and you are going to be my new servant. What is your name?" I took his hand and he pulled me up. "I don't have a name." I murmured, ashamed, turning my face away from the godly person.
"Then you will be Aamani, meaning spring season, the season of rebirth. You will serve me, and stay by my side and in return, I will give you a home." My eyes wide, I nodded and as he walked away, I followed him, his khansama walking behind me.
Sleep eluded me after that, and I sat on my bed, wondering why Mina could have chosen to give up the life she had, in exchange for one with an English Nobleman. I have nothing against the English, or any other person, but I loved my life her with my prince and I would never trade it for anything. My mind made up, I fell back, staring up at the ceiling, sighing and lifting my hands up above my face, looking them over. Scars littered my palms and knuckles, proof of both my hard life, and the training I put myself through to be able to protect my master. Every free moment I had since that day, went towards making myself as strong as I could. Agni helped me and I was almost able to beat him, but in the end, Agni had the blessed hand of Kali so I wasn't able to, although it didn't stop me from trying.
A startled cry broke me from my thoughts and I bolted into Prince Soma's room. "What is it, My Prince?" I asked, worry filling my eyes. Prince Soma was crying, his hands clenching his blankets, "Mina is goooonnnneeeee!" He wailed Agni barged in as well, hearing the wails escaping the prince. I shot Agni a look and he nodded, agreeing not to say anything to the prince.
I sat next to Prince Soma and he grabbed onto me, sobbing on my shoulder, "Some evil Englishman took her!" His cries gained more volume and Agni stepped forward, "Why don't we go look for her, My Prince?" Prince Soma instantly brightened, "Yes! Agni, go pack for me, as we will leave for England at once! Aama, you will stay here in case Mina comes back." I opened my mouth to object, but I saw the look in his eyes and closed it, turning away. I would just follow in secret, because I knew that once he found her, He was going to be crushed.
Prince Soma saved me, and I owe him my life. I will never betray him, not when he gave me a life, a name, a purpose. I will protect him, whether it be physically, or emotionally, and I will do anything to keep him from harm.