Hi hi! Suna-chan with her second story, a crossover! This idea came up to me in the middle of the night, and I excitedly started to write. Alllll of this is all on a quick idea of mine, my imagination just went wild. Now enough about me, let's get on with the story!
A mansion was burning. Doll's ears were ringing as she stared at the boy who she thought was here friend. Tears were poring down her cheeks, staring straight at 'Smile', not even noticing his glowing, purple eye.
"Dead. They're all dead." he said, and Doll felt as a piece of her was ripped from her.
"I killed them. All of them."
"S-So you really were working for the Yard!"
He nodded, a cold look on his face.
"Why would you do this, Smile?!"
"My real name is Ceil, Ceil Phantomhive. Don't call me that pathetic name. I was never on your side to begin with." he said, practically sneering.
"I'll-I'll kill you!" Doll said, pulling out a knife.
Ceil's eyes softened for a second, before turning cold again. He felt the slightest bit of pity, remembering that he was swallowed up in revenge as well.
"I order you to stop her, but don't kill her, Sebastian." Ceil said, eye lighting up in the slightest.
Sebastian gave his usual devious smirk before replying. "Yes, my lord."
A heavy blow was given to the back of Doll's neck, before everything went black.
Doll blinked, feeling cool mist tickle her arms. She woozily woke up before pulling herself up.
"What... happened?" she asked herself, rubbing the back of her neck. Her eyes quickly traveled to the ashes of what used to be a mansion. She let out an ear piercing scream, all of her memories of the last night reoccurring to her.
She sobbed, and sobbed, for what felt like hours, before picking herself up again, bags underneath her eyes from depression and sobbing.
'What am I to do now...?'
As she searched her brain for her reason in life, it soon became clear what she needed to do. Her fists curled up into balls and her eyebrows furrowed. She was to get revenge on Ceil Phantomhive, for ruining her life.
'But how am I to do that?' She thought on the top of a train, finishing stolen bread. 'No one would believe me, a poor girl from the circus. Without Father, the circus doesn't have a funder, or whatever you call it. The circus will be no longer without the main acts... so I can't go to the circus. So now I'm not even a poor circus girl, just a poor girl.'
She looked down sadly. She looked at the moon, only now realizing just how tired she was. She strapped herself onto the top earlier, so she wouldn't fall off, so she wasn't worried about a place to sleep.
Doll de-proped her elbows and rested her head to the cold train, wind blowing so cold. She shivered and fell asleep with heavy eyelids.
