A/N: Hikari: I seriously have no idea where this came from. Anyhow, enjoy~!
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Märchen or Kuroshitsuji. Yet. *insert evil laugh*
Before the Tragedy
I guess this is it… Thus thought a young boy of 12, as he saw his end drawing near in a form of a knife. Squeezing his eyes shut he awaited for the blade to pierce his chest, taking him to the eternal oblivion. Why, why did it have to end like this? Everything he had known, everything he cherished, everything he loved… all gone. Mother… Father… In his mind he clearly saw the burning flames that had taken them away from him, licking the mansion walls, turning them into nothing but ashes.
Who had done it? Who had it been, the one who took away all he cared for, disgraced his family and made him end up facing with the Death all too soon? He wouldn't forget, he wouldn't forgive. He thirsted for revenge, the revenge he would not have, which only made his thirst stronger. Living or dead, he would avenge, he would find a way. Somehow, he would get his revenge.
"Revenge, you say? I might be able to help you with that." The sudden call from the darkness of his mind startled him, so engrossed had he been with his thoughts. As clear as the male voice was, it seemed distant, like it was said by someone out from this world. However, paying no heed to this fact, the boy was more interested in the actual words, along with the identity of the one speaking. The latter he decided to find out immediately.
"Who are you? And… where are you?" Oh, how hesitant he sounded. That couldn't be helped at the moment, despite the fact that it seemed to amuse the man, as a chuckle echoed throughout the room, or was it just his mind? Not that it mattered at this point.
"Ah, pardon my rudeness", was all the man said, before the boy suddenly found himself in some kind of dark void, seemingly standing on a watery floor. At this point he wasn't sure if he was dead, alive, or perhaps merely dreaming. Whatever the case, before him he saw the one he presumed to be the owner of the voice.
The man was dressed in black and red outfit, reminding him of clothes of a conductor. A tailed black coat with gray, vertical stripes, pants following the coloring. The inside of the coat was red, like freshly spilled blood, and it had a completely black cape-like attachment covering the shoulders. He was also wearing vest and a scarf mimicking the colors of the rest of his attire. All over the boy could spot a cross theme representing itself over and over again, from the rims of the cape to his pitch black boots. His hair was black with wisps of platinum among it, tied back with a red and black ribbon. But what stood out the most was the fact that the man was for some reason wearing chains all over this attire. Why could that be?
Following the conductor theme the man twirled what seemed to be a baton with feather decorations in his fingers as he observed the boy with an amused smirk on his pale features. Sky blue met deep gold as they eyed each other for a moment, before the man mocked a bow, annoying the boy to no end.
"I am called Märchen von Friedhof, a conductor of sorts", the man introduced himself and straightened himself. A German, huh? The boy could remember meeting a German before, though he couldn't recall a name or a face, though he didn't really try. Or care at that matter. So instead he cocked an eyebrow at the man, Märchen, before opening his mouth.
"And what exactly can a conductor do about my revenge?" His tone was slightly sarcastic, but beneath one could detect a hint of hope, a hidden wish for a possibility for him actually getting his revenge. His question brought up another chuckle from the man, before he almost playfully waved the baton, resulting a wave of malefic energy go through the space.
"Oh, believe me, I have my ways", Märchen said, "But there is the question whether you accept my help or not." As the boy recovered from the odd feeling and took in the man's words, the conductor looked thoughtful for a moment. "Though I usually only make business with the dead…"
"So I am dead, aren't I?" The boy had been pretty sure about that for a while now. This couldn't possibly be a dream, for he hadn't fallen asleep, not that he knew anyway, and even if that was the case he had been about to be killed in a few seconds. The only thing that had made him doubt it had been the fact that he had felt no pain. The man however chuckled yet again, like he had said something stupid.
"No, no. You are quite alive, at least most of you is", he said mysteriously, confusing the boy even further. How could someone be "mostly alive"? What did that mean? He didn't have time to ask, as the man smirked again. "Though that might change in a moment." At this the boy shook all the confusion out from his mind. No matter the price, no matter what it took, he wanted his revenge, and he wanted to be able to witness it become true.
"I have no wish for dying before I attain my revenge", he said narrowing his eyes, which only made the smirk on the pale man's features widen slightly. Somehow the boy felt like he had stepped into a trap with no way to return. As the man rose his baton once more, this time with more precision, this feeling only grew stronger.
"In that case, I have the perfect revenge just for you. I will just have to use a certain person's taste in nurturance to get things running", and with this, before the boy had time to say anything, he waved the baton, causing everything around the boy disappear into deepening darkness.
"Now then, let the revenge tragedy begin, Ciel Phantomhive."
A/N: Hikari: So, a oneshot crossover between Sound Horizon's Märchen and Kuroshitsuji. I'm too tired to even think right now, so I'm not telling anything else! HA! *is shot*
*revived* Okay, I'll tell... Basically an idea of "what if Märchen put a lot more revenges in motion than the ones in the album?" caused a plotbunny overload, from which this one survived to the surface. A black and red plotbunny with blue eyes~! Dunno if any others survive from the plotbunny war going on in my brain, but if that happens, I'll probably change this one into a collage of some kind for them. Maybe.
Bye for now~!
