Escape the Fate
A Kuroshitsuji FanFiction
Chapter One
Hi people! I know that I said my next fanfic would probably be a Black Butler and Inu X Boku SS crossover, but note the probably. There is a probably somewhere in that statement. It's a big deal. Key word is probably. So I decided not to- but don't get me wrong, I will probably do one in the future. But not yet. So this is my first ever Kuroshitsuji fanfic, and I really hope you guys enjoy it. I will do my best to write a lot on weekends, because I hardly have any time during the week. Enjoy!
No. I wouldn't go back, no matter what. I had to ignore the voice in my head telling me to go home. I had to push forward, away from my fate.
Fate is an inevitable thing, or so they tell me. Up until now, I didn't care about fate or any of that garbage. I hardly even thought about it. Well, I'm glad I decided to think about it for a change. Thinking about my 'fate' made me realize that it wasn't a good thing, even if it meant I would live surrounded by silver and gold for the rest of my life. I needed to escape, and time was running out fast.
My fate was avoidable. It had to be. Otherwise, I had lived my entire fourteen years for nothing. Otherwise, I might as well just give up now.
This was my test, my experiment- I was figuring out whether or not fate was irreversible.
It all started the day I met the freak kid with the eye-patch. At first I thought he was just some little creep, but when I started talking to him a little more, he seemed pretty intelligent. Then he said something that changed my life.
"Humans cannot resist temptation," he had said. "When they are plunged into the depths of despair, likened to Hell, they will hold onto anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it's merely a spider's thread, no matter what sort of humans they are."
Then he had nodded and walked away without another word.
That was why. Those two tiny sentences were my reason, my only cause for what I was about to do. I would grab the spider's thread, and I would climb. I would climb up out of my little hole, and I would escape. If there was any way possible for me to escape, I would find it, and I owed all that to some little kid who I'd met on a playground two days before.
But now, in this moment, I started to lose hope. Maybe fate really was inevitable. Maybe I was doomed to live the rest of my life the way I had lived it all so far. Up until now, all I'd been thinking about was escaping. I had plotted, planned, and schemed. I had thought and rethought my plan so many times that I had gotten a headache from it. I had gone over every single detail, stretching and morphing it to perfection, grooming and polishing it until there was no possible way it could have failed. But now I wasn't so sure. I couldn't help but focus on everything that could possibly go wrong, every detail that I had forgotten to polish a spot on. Until this moment I had been so sure…but I wouldn't let my fear get the best of me. I had to keep moving, if only for that little boy I'd met at the park.
My entire life until this point had been wonderful, polished to perfection as my plan to escape it had been. The only difference was the reason.
My plan had been polished with beautiful, clear polish so that I would almost definitely reach my goals and find happiness.
My life had been polished with obscuring, black polish so that I wouldn't be able to see through the lies and realize that I had been used.
But now I'd washed away all the black goop and saw the truth. I knew, now, what I had to do. I had to escape.
I ran down the busy road, thinking…
My perfectly polished life had been brilliant, even if it was all a lie. I had memories of picnics with parents who said they loved me, play-dates with peers who pretended to be my friends, and sleepless nights when I would sneak into my mother's room, and she would let me stay there, tell me everything would be alright, even though she knew. She knew all along that nothing in my life would turn out alright. Even then she knew what my fate would be.
Tears streamed down my face as I ran, but I was smiling all the same. I didn't know why I still loved my parents. I wanted with all my heart to hate them, to despise them for what they'd done, but I couldn't. I loved them, still, after everything, and I hated myself for loving them.
I pulled my arm up to my face and wiped away my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. Yes, my shirt. I know, most girls of my time wore dresses. But I didn't. I never had. That was my parents' doing. I was meant to dress as a boy, act as a boy, and take over my family's manor when they passed away. Great, right? Not exactly. Everything in this life comes with a price, and this one was too big to pay. But I don't want to get into all that just yet. All you need to know is that my life has been like a bicycle ride, smooth and enjoyable, fast-paced and thrilling. But then a little boy with an eye-patch got in the way of my bike, and I realized that I didn't have as much control as I'd thought. Then the bike collided head-on with a tree.
Next time: The OC's name is revealed, along with the identity of the eye-patched boy…will our brave young heroine be able to escape the fate?
Hope you enjoyed it! Please review, or else my imaginary pet ninja-panda will tear your face off! (Just kidding…please don't take that seriously!) Hope to see you next time in Escape the Fate!