AN: Hello! My name is AnimeCraze8, and I'm new to fanfiction. I love to write, so I got this account! I can finally write for my favorite fiction stories! I appreciate any reviews you would give, and will take constructive criticism. I don't like flaming, so… no flaming, please.
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Memorial Scars: Chapter 1
It was a rainy day in the peaceful country of England. It was practically pouring, the rain falling hard on the gray-stone pavement. Few people were out, holding colorful, lacey umbrellas over their heads to prevent getting wet, as the sky was pouring a bucket of water onto the ground.
One of those people was Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's Watchdog, with his demon butler, Sebastian Michaelis.
He was walking about, walking stick held tight in his hand. His short cut hair was speckled with several transparent raindrops, and his expression was relaxed (for once). His single, blue eye surveyed the buildings around him, the other covered in a pitch-black eye-patch. His shoes clicked and clacked quietly against the wet ground, inaudible in the loud rain. His butler was quietly holding the storm cloud grey umbrella over their heads, shielding them both.
Ciel was a little bit peeved by his three servants. I mean, sure, they were excellent at combat, mainly when protecting the Phantomhive Manor, but otherwise, they were quite a bother.
His servants had caused one type of… disaster. The garden was destroyed by the weed killer that had been spilled everywhere, killing the poor plants, instead of just the weeds (that were the only things that were supposed to be eliminated in the first place)! The gardener, Finnian (or Finny, as some call him) had certainly not done his job correctly. He may have had a hard past, but it was no excuse for his actions.
The kitchen was scorched and charred, thanks to that dunc- um, chef. Ciel couldn't believe the chef, Bard, had even dared to try cooking the meat with a flamethrower. It burned the food to a black crisp! When he had walked in, Bard was smiling hesitantly, sweating profusely. He had nothing to smile about. Sure, flamethrowers could work in full-out war, but not cooking!
The maid, Maylene, had been a complete klutz (…as usual) and knocked over all of the expensive dishes in the wooden cabinet, causing them to spill onto the floor, and break. As if that were bad enough, they were specially ordered from China's most prestigious company! It was a bit of money, as well. Maylene, you're supposed to clean and order, not break! Goodness…
It happened all the time, and Sebastian, being one-hell-of-a-butler, had always cleaned it up without complaint, and they never learned valuable lessons from their stupid mistakes. Today, Ciel couldn't take it anymore. He exploded like a lethal hand grenade (AN: 'Cause they're small, and he's small- *Ciel hears, and tries to kill me* I'M SORRY, CIEL! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME T^T *I run away*), and told them to clean it up.
He looked in front of him as he took an unpleasant stroll down memory lane…
Sebastian had stepped forward, after sighing at the mess. He was about to clean it up, until he heard his young master's voice, commanding him to stop.
"Sebastian. There is no need for you to clean up this."
Sebastian suddenly froze upon hearing this, smiled, and then backtracked to his place next to the Earl. Ciel was glaring at his servants, as they were all lined up in front of him, looking down at the ground in shame.
"Every single time you guys screw up," Ciel began, fuming. "Sebastian always cleans up after you. You learn nothing. Today, you are going to clean up your own mess. PROPERLY. No short-cuts!" They had all groaned, but stopped when Ciel added more anger to his glare. He dismissed them, and they scuttled and rushed away, wanting to get away so badly they tripped on the flat floor on their own feet. Eventually, they were out of sight, hopefully preparing to repair the vast damage they had done.
He rubbed his temples, clearly stressed. He turned to his butler, who was still standing patiently next to him. "Sebastian. We're going out for a walk to clear my head. Grab the umbrella and my coat." His faithful butler nodded, and went to retrieve the specific items.
Ciel groaned, and started walking briskly toward the door.
They really could be such incompetent servants sometimes.
He blinked once, back in reality. He heard Sebastian talking to him.
"Young master," Sebastian said. "Look over there." He pointed his gloved, right pointer finger to a brick wall, with a girl Ciel's age crouched against it, eyes closed, obviously unconscious. Ciel's eyes widened slightly.
She was only wearing a shirt and shorts, both threadbare, muddy, and ripped with gaping holes. Her hair was a dark, navy blue, a little longer than shoulder length, and was slightly, but noticeably wavy. He didn't know if it was because of the heavy rain, or if it was naturally like that. She wore no shoes, her dirty feet bare. Her pale, ivory skin had grotesque scars and bruises, and she had a cut on her cheek that was bleeding, the thick, red blood dripping in a single stream down her face, along with the water. That wasn't what shocked Ciel the most, though.
Through a rip on the side of her shirt, was a symbol that looked like it was burned forcefully on. Ciel knew it, and knew it well…
…Because he had the same symbol on his back.
He gasped in shock, and looked at Sebastian. His butler's eyes were narrowed in suspicion. Ciel grabbed onto his arm, and said desperately in fear, "Shouldn't she be dead?! You said you killed everybody in that room! I order you to tell me everything you know!" He was shaking.
"I don't know why this girl is here. She may have escaped before I arrived. It's certainly plausible, no?" Sebastian's eyes dangerously flashed crimson. "If I may make a suggestion…" He started.
Ciel, in his state of panic, nodded improperly and hastily.
"I think we should take her home with us, and ask her some questions. It doesn't look like she honestly has anywhere else to go. I mean, look at the state she's currently in." True. She looked very pitiful and beat-up, sadly.
Ciel, once again, nodded, but this time, numbly. "Carry her. We are heading back home," He ordered, now confronted with another unexplainable mystery. He groaned, knowing stress with never leave his side, always cursing him wherever he went.
"Yes, my lord." He picked her up, and heaved her over his shoulder like she weighed not a single pound. He sighed, thinking, my suit is going to get wet, thanks to this…
They walked home silently in the rain, now accompanied by the mysterious girl with the mark. Ciel's head was filled with questions as she went back home.
Why was she in such a condition? Why did she have the mark, the same one he had? Why was she out on the street in such weather?
The big unanswered question was, though…
Why did she look like a carbon copy of the girl that was supposed to be dead?
AN: Well, there you go. This will be a multi-chaptered fic, so I'll be uploading more chapters. Please tell me what you think! I love reviews! For people who review, they get…
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