As long as I remembered, the clock had dominated the square. Everyone assumed it was for telling the time. As I lay bleeding slowly beneath it, I realized they were wrong. It was for telling how much time you had left. Even now, people stopped, taking a moment or so to look at the hands, assume their placement, and continue on. From the square, you couldn't see a thing behind, nor to either side, of the tower; The massive buildings in the square were placed three blocks or so apart; the dark sky blackening everything away from the large, bright lights of the individual buildings. The only light near the clock tower came from the front center, where several large, long, white lights surrounding the face of the huge clock.

Down on the ground, everything was blacked out within roughly ten to twenty feet. Anyone on the ground would have been blind to anything just to their side. As I lay on my back, looking around, I could see the people bustling about the square, oblivious. Happy couples swinging their clasped hands; families walking in and out of the small eateries; small children hopping around, excited to rush home and play with their new toys.

I smiled, watching a little girl dance around her parents. Her pink, ruffled dress flushed around her, her little hands patting it down as she skipped around, a stuffed bunny held in the hands of one of the parents. She smiled big, he small teeth jutting out in some places, a dimple carved just into her chin. A woman, maybe late twenties, leaned down picking the little girl up and holding her tightly as she walked closer towards the clock tower, a frown set on her aged face.

"H-hello?" She walked faster now, pointing her cell phone towards me, trying to use it's light to see as she kept walking towards me. "Hello?" The woman slowed her steps as I came into view. I could hear her breath catch in her throat, and her phone clatter to the ground, disturbing one of the small puddles lightly.

I smiled at the little girl, who looked me dead in the eyes, her own bright blue orbs filled with tears of fear and confusion.

I pulled my right arm up, my left lay unmoving at my side even as I attempted to lift it as well. As I pushed my good arm under my side, it took more than one try to lift myself up enough to lean against the tower.

The woman hadn't spoken a word to me, though her face had tracks from the tears that were running down her face as she grabbed her phone hurriedly, dialing three numbers shakily.

I myself couldn't see very well, but I could see the little girl crawl towards me, tears running down her face as well. She reached a small, pudgy hand out, touching my arm lightly, before small, quiet whimpers started from her throat. I could hear the mother speaking in the background, her words slurring with her sobs, her voice rushed and loud. The girl came closer to me, her steps slow and shaky, but sure and willing. Her small arms wrapped around my neck as she cried, whispering into my ear, "Please be okay miss."

This will be a very traumatic, and rather horrific, story following both Alois 'Trancy', and Haku. (Yes, it is a crossover.) It will be set in more of a modern time, and in america, though Alois' is originally from London, and Haku from Tokyo.

I used these two characters for very specific reasons-their personalities are perfect for the story line.

this will be the beginning of Alois' story. (No,he is not a girl. He is still a boy. A boy with many problems, and a dark past.)

Alois' story will begin to bleed into the beginning of Haku's own story. (Haku is also a boy, but struggles with a much different kind f secret. He cannot come to terms with being transgender, therefore you will see a few gender-swaps with him. His mind is that of a girl. but his body that of a boy.)

I do not own Black Butler, or Naruto. (Nor do I own any characters of either series.)

I apologize for any mistakes! ((I have no beta...wouldn't mind one though (; ))