A/N: Hey guys! So, I freaking love Kuroshitsuji… and so I had to do this. I love Alois as much as I love Ciel and Sebastian (…and Grell and the Undertaker XD) but… this just seemed like fun! I'm really sorry if any of the characters are OOC… this is my first Kuroshitsuji fic! This is more of a prologue than the first chapter.
…I'm tempted to write a CielxAlois one… or even a Sebasu-chanxGrell one too, lol, but I probably won't :D
I listened to Shiver, by the GazettE (God, I love that band… I fangirled so much when I found out they were doing the theme song!) the entire time I wrote this.
"It has been two years since the death of Alois Trancy. His manor was eventually sold and a new family lives in it now." The voice was dull, detached. Eleanore blinked, straining to see through the blackness. She was confused, just a second ago she was playing by the river with the other orphans… her foot had slipped…
And then—
Nothing.
Did I—did I die?
"Yes, you did." The voice said.
"Who are you?" Eleanore said, surprised that she could speak. She couldn't even feel her body, not the brush of her tongue against her teeth, not her hands…
"A Vaspilio." A what? "I'm a… special type of…demon, I suppose." Eleanore didn't bother to ask her next question. "Yes, I was once human too. Specific types of humans become Vaspilios after they perish." Who's this Alois or whatever? "The man you would have married if, er… others hadn't gotten involved." Oh, so helpful. Not being able to feel her body was beginning to freak her out. "Don't worry, it's still there. Just concentrate."
Eleanore tried, tried to remember what it was like to flex her fingers and wiggle her toes. Slowly, the weight of her body returned. "Very good. Look at your hand." Eleanore glanced down and saw a red string tied around her wrist. It was cut at the end. "Everyone who has a partner in life has a red string connecting them. Of course, in the human world, they're invisible. Now, then, to business."
Eleanore's eyes were drawn to the sad little string. For some reason, looking at it made her feel lonelier. I died. I have nothing. Everything's gone. Surprised at how calm she accepted this, she patiently waited for the voice to continue.
"As I have said before, Alois Trancy's mansion is out of your reach. In a moment, I will bring you back to the human world, where you will live as a Vaspilio. Your job is to resurrect Alois Trancy and be with him."
"What's the catch?"
"There is no catch. Once you resurrect Alois, both of you will remain as the age you are now, but if you wish you may appear older." This is crazy. There has to be some sort of price. "Not at all, miss. There is a small cottage just north from Alois Trancy's old mansion, which I am sure you can fix up. Another Vaspilio will arrive within a week, to tend to your needs."
"Money?" Eleanore said, carefully touching the red string. A sharp ache filled her chest the moment her fingers brushed it and she quickly pulled her hand away.
"There is a small fortune in the cottage, and the Vaspilio will have more when he or she arrives."
"How do I revive Alois? How do I find him?" Eleanore said. Might as well play along.
"Just follow the red string. And once you reach him, you'll know how to bring him back. State your name."
"What?"
"You need to go back now. You do this by stating your name."
"Wait—wait! I still have tons of ques—" Eleanore suddenly couldn't speak. Her voice stuck to her vocal chords.
"State—" The voice had grown stern. "—your—name." And Eleanore was forced to.
"Eleanore Vileikis." The string glowed crimson. And she was falling.
Eleanore opened her eyes. She was lying on a vast cliff, still in the pants and loose shirt she had worn when she had fallen into the river. Gingerly, she sat up, scanning her body for any bruises. She shivered as the wind blew through her clothes. The red string was still attached to her wrist, except now it wasn't severed. It wound away from Eleanore and over the cliff. She rose, brushing her brown hair from her eyes.
This is crazy. This is insane. Eleanore shut her eyes and pinched her arm. Wake up. Wake up. When nothing happened, she sighed. "Accept how things are, or change them." I guess Cassandra's advice was useful after all. Eleanore frowned at the mention of her friend, but she knew she couldn't go back—not after she saw her die.
Eleanore walked to the cliff's edge, peering down. The water looked like millions of clawed hands, reaching for her. The string pulled gently on her wrist. I can't climb down that! I'll just die… again! The tug became more persistent, almost dragging her over. She struggled to not be hauled over the edge. And quite suddenly, she got the feeling that she could survive jumping off. The next time the string pulled, she didn't resist.
She expected to hit the water hard, but instead it enveloped her like a blanket. Eleanore grabbed the red string and again, her heart ached. The string only led further into the depths of the water. Well, the fall didn't kill me. Eleanore kicked with her feet while simultaneously pulling herself forward, using the string. She waited for her lungs to burn, but nothing happened. It was as if she had only been holding her breath for a minute.
Finally, she reached the bottom. Something was glowing pale blue, and she almost yelled when she realized it was a body. A body with a red string attached to his wrist. Alois?
He looked her age—with a pretty face and pale blonde hair. But his body was still like that of a little boy's, almost no muscle at all. If he died two years ago…how did he age? Furthermore, his body hadn't decayed at all. Eleanore swam to him, shielding her eyes from the light. She touched the string that connected them, waiting for the lonely feeling to fill her. Instead, she felt happy, content. Almost like… love. But I can't love him, I don't even know him!
Suddenly, she knew how to bring him back. How many times had she read it in books? I hope I don't regret this.
Eleanore bent closer to the boy's face and the light dimmed. She touched her lips to his.
The string disappeared.
