DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI!
The empty streets of London were blanketed with snow and dimly lit by a few snow-covered streetlamps. Not many people ventured the city streets in such conditions, particularly not this late at night. The cold winter air carried not a note except the eerie melody of a large wooden music box, operated by a strange man, aimlessly wandering the streets.
After awhile, the man paused, glancing all around him. His movements were robotic, like a living doll, which in fact he was. He heard a small meow and he looked down to find a small cat at his feet. Intrigued, he set aside the music box and picked up the cat, which meowed again. He stared at the cat awhile, analyzing it.
"What are you made of?" he asked.
The cat meowed, which raised another question.
"What am I made of?"
Bewildered, the man blinked, setting down the cat. He gazed up at the sky. Little white puffs had started falling from the sky. The man had heard of this; the phenomenon called snow. He held out his hand, and a few snowflakes drifted onto his hand, melting instantaneously. The little droplets felt cold, but he, a mere puppet, could not recognize the sensation.
Is this what I'm made of? He wondered, but soon realized that was physically impossible.
"But I'm human...right?" he wondered aloud, "But, what does it mean, to be human? What are they made of?"
He pondered the question awhile. The cat returned after awhile, meowing at him again. He picked it up again, petting it this time; a trick he'd learned from watching the townsfolk as he walked by, playing his musical box. The cat purred, and he found himself smiling a bit.
That's right. He thought I'm human, just like everyone else.
His conflict resolved, he set the cat back down, and picked his music box back up, turning the crank slowly as the music played.
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down,
Falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My Fair Lady.
~End~
