Kuroshitsuji: Grasping Humanity

By: Tessa Naomi Thorn

She was nearly breathless at this point. Her cancer had progressed so far into her lungs that most people would have died just from the breathing alone, much less the pain. It was at this point, as she lay, staring at the wall across the room that she officially realized it. This was to be her last day on Earth.

She had completely wasted her life; her friends were not here, much less her family. Everyone was too busy for her. She had been hanging on like this for a year—or maybe it was more or less than that? These long aching days were filled with nothingness. Staring at the wall, gasping for air—occasionally a nurse would come in, but words could not be exchanged for it hurt ever so much to speak, that is if she could speak at all at this point. It had been so long since she last uttered anything...

"What a... complete waste... I've been..." these words slither out of her lips in a breathless manner, as the rain begins to fall. Just then, the door opens.

A man steps in, clad in red. His long hair falls flat against the back of his knees—what was once probably a lively person appeared to be asking the same question to themselves as she did to herself. Why am I even still here?

He looks at her with dulled yellow eyes, and she meets his gaze with a dull brown one. He opens his mouth and reveals sharp shark-like fangs, as if to say hello, but then he closes his mouth again. He pulls out a book from his long coat, on the spine it reads R.N., which were her initials. A dry, unenthusiastic drawl escapes his lips, "Rosie Nicholson?"

She responds with barely a whisper, "Y...es?"

"Do you..." he looks out the window as the gentle patter of raindrops begin to fall, "Do you have any final requests?"

She thought for a moment. What could I possibly want? Do I even have anything left in me to spit it out? "Is there... is there a way..."

He leans in to listen, obviously not actually caring—just going through the motions.

Is there anyway I can help someone?

Suddenly, her eyes roll back and her cinematic record begins. A completely normal average life for a London girl. The year she was born was 1885, she had always wanted to help people—she was going to become a nurse—that's sweet. She had two best friends, Lillian and Margery, or at least they were her best friends until recently... She pushed everything away once she got sick. They weren't quality people to say the least, but they were still people. A lot of it's the same, which is rather odd considering—a lot of "going through the motions"... And then her final moments, which somehow stand out the most. Have I really done nothing? I always wanted to... to do something... Is there... is there someway... with my will...

Is there someway for me to continue living just so I can help people?

At this moment, the man in red said one simple thing, "Well, you could always make a deal with a demon—but I don't really see—"

Suddenly the record was over, and her eyes looked at him with borrowed vigor. "Get me... a demon... and I... I can fix—" she coughed loudly, which nearly killed her—her willpower was beginning to fade away, "I can fix your problems... first..."

The man looked out the window again, a crow flying passed the window, reminding him of a special someone, "Well, I have no honest idea how you could do this but—I guess there's no harm in trying."

"A... deal...?"

"We have a deal."

A/N: I'll be honest I wrote this at 5am so if there is any grammatical issues of any kind—please do not hesitate to notify me straight away. This takes place thirteen years after Kuroshitsuji II, and is basically a way to wrap up the ending because my mother and sister were very angry with it. I hope you all enjoy, and do not hesitate to review and follow. :P