Hello Minna :3 This is the sequel to my first Ciel x Reader fanfic, The images of Death. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as the first!

Ciel: The author does not own you or any of the characters of Kuroshitsuji.

You ran down the dark streets of the deserted village,which now stood as a training ground for the eyes narrowed as you searched for your target. All around you ran the other death god trainees in your class, each holding a weapon different from the other. Some gave you scowls or spat in front of your path as they passed by. You see...you were different, you weren't like any of them. You were human. A mere mortal that was chosen by the Death God of all death gods to be 'immortal'.

"Look, it's 'her' again..." Around you the murmurs started, you kept a straight face and waltzed past them. Immediately spotting the target dummies that the seniors have put up.

"And this makes 50!" You slashed open the dummy, hay pouring out of it slowly. A loud beeping sound echoed throughout the village. Every trainee stopped in their tracks and started heading back. You turned around as well, feeling the soft breeze of the night pass by, before starting to head back as well.

"The results are now out, when I call your name stand up and I shall recite your results." William T. Spears, the man that had brought you to their realm, announced, pushing up his glasses to the bridge of his nose. Sharp yellow eyes carefully reading each letter on the paper. He cleared his throat before starting, your heart thumping inside your chest.

"Ronald Knox, Speed: 89, Strength: 98, Mental Stability: 98...Overall score: 285." The emerald-eyed man that stood up reached for his paper, a smile knowingly crossed upon his face.

"_ _," The whole room fell in silence as you stood up,"Speed: 96, Strength: 88, Mental Stability: 86...Overall score: 270." You walked over to the front slowly, reaching for the test results with shaky hands.

"Thank you..." You clutched the paper in your hands and walked back to your seat, hopping over a fellow trainee's foot that had attempted to trip you, much to his disappointment.

"You did great _, don't think about it too much. It was better than last time." Ronald patted your back comfortingly, his smile smaller than before.

"Y-Yeah...Thanks, Ronald. You did well this time as usual." You smiled back at him ever so faintly.

"Thanks, but I've still got a long way to go to match you're speed!" He chuckled.

"Thanks..." You settled back on your seat, not minding the stares that seemed to bore holes on your back.

But if I want to be able to protect Ciel...I'm nothing! You balled your fists tightly, fighting back tears that threatened to fall any minute. William continued to recite the scores and afterwards, the class bid farewell to the 5 who failed.

"Harsh world...ain't it?" Ronald leaned on the door's frame, watching as the other 5 trainees trudged their weapons down the road.

Yes...because the world isn't itself without it's hardships and pain...

"For today I shall be assigning you a temporary partner for the final exam, _ and Ronald: Group A, Satoshi and Ryuu in Group B, Miyami and Rina: Group C..." The reaper in front of you continued speaking before handing out the victim's info. It read:

Name: Elli Weller

Age: 16 years old

Info: Lives on apple street beside the local bakery, she lives with a childhood friend and family. She owns a shop which sells novelties and crafts.

Reason of Death: Mass Murder

Date of Death: August 4

You read the info on the paper again and again, chills running down your spine. Sure you've practiced tons of times, but those were with unfeeling dummies, the ones that couldn't scream and howl in pain even if they wanted to. The paper wrinkled under your strong grip, and worried green eyes looked over at you. You glanced over at the picture, taking in every detail it could give.

Her face...she...looks so happy...How could I ever take away the dreams, the remaining hope that she has? When I was given a second chance? How...

"Hey...You okay?" Ronald placed a hand on your shoulder, you glanced over at him with uncertainty in your eyes.

"I...I guess...Thanks for the concern...shall we go?" You turned around and walked, the warmth of Ronald's hands leaving your shoulder as you did.

"She talks all big but could she really do it? I mean she's a human too right? Could she handle her hands being smeared by the blood of her own kin?" Ronald's head jerked over towards the sound, his eyes narrowing as he spotted two girls whispering into each other's ear. He bit his lip and took a step forward, but the determination in your voice as you spoke brought him back to his senses.

"Ronald! Leave them be...if..if it's for 'his' sake...I will not fail. No matter what!" You spoke, turning around once to glance at the blonde before walking out of the 'reaper realm' and into the busy streets.

"You never do fail to amuse me..._" Ronald followed soon after. He knew that the strength you have was because of this 'his' person, so precious that you'd do anything for him. Even sacrifice your own humanity, the thread that kept you sane. Everything...for that person, and he'd do anything in his power to support a fragile flower drifting in the wind.

August 4

Your body shook as the clock struck midnight, the bells clanging together in rhythm. The sounds of fire crackling and horrible screaming filled you with the memories of the past, the smell of the burnt corpses wafted in the air. What a truly horrible sight it was and you were to be a part of it.

"No...NOO! Give her back! Give her back!" The woman, who'm you've recognized as Elli, screamed her pleas as the men took a barely alive woman from the flames.

"Shu'ddup!" A gunshot echoed throughout the empty streets and Elli's body crippled to the ground.

"No...I'm..." The men scurried off as people filled the streets. A hand patted your shoulder.

"Better get this done quick..." You gave a short nod as you and Ronald dropped down onto the pavement. Reluctantly bringing your scythe up, her pitiful eyes filling your conscience as you brought it down, sinking into her back and her wails filled your ears.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." You mumbled as the records made it's way to your scythe, her dim and lifeless eyes closing sounds of fire dying and horrible screaming all around filled you with the memories of the past, the smell of the burnt corpses and a memory of a lonely soul in the air. What a truly horrible sight it was and you have become a part of it. Of the beautiful end that people call 'death'.

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