Trial: The Black Dove (AKA: The Butler and the Messenger Dove)
A Kuroshitsuji Trial Fanfiction
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Please read! This chapter has very little Kuroshitsuji character action in it. But please read it! It has valuable information in it! BTW I`m also writing this after I had an emotional breakdown so please understand if it`s depressing… O/O
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Trial Chapter: Black Dove
Constance slipped on her nightgown provided by the orphanage. It was a blue gown with t-shirt like sleeves and floral print. Around her neck were two pendants, one with the symbol of Hades, it looked like a cross put inside the letter C. The other was of a black dove in flight, the dove pendant higher than the other. She looked at them in the small bathroom mirror with sorrow quite evident in her eyes. It was the Day… at the Hour even…
"Miss Constance?" asked a little girl with orange hair and sky blue eyes. She looked no older than six years and was adorned in a brown sleep gown. "Are you coming to bed?"
"Of course I am, Rosie!" She smiled, ruffling the girl`s short orange hair. "Now go back to the room!" She ushered the girl back to the girls` room and went back to her primping.
Constance had choppy, shoulder length raven black hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was sixteen and tall with pale skin. Her eyes popped out with that pale skin. She sighed and walked into the room
-Black Dove-
Ms. Bertha`s Orphanage consisted of two sides divided by a wall with a single door with no windows on it. One side of the wall was for girls and one side is for the boys. The rooms are decided based on the time they came to the orphanage. Constance and Rosie both came five years ago. Rosie came when she was one, and Constance when she was eleven.
-Five Years Ago to the Day and Hour-
The large mansion home was engulfed in crimson red and orange blossom color. Sweltering heat emitted from each corner of the home.
An eleven year old girl in a satin baby blue night gown huffed and darted her way through the home. Tear stinging in her sky blue eyes. Her long raven hair flied behind her as she made her way through the never ending halls.
"Mama! Where are you!? Rosa!? Curtis!? Where are you all!?" she yelled down the hall.
"LADY CONSTANCE! RUN AWAY! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!" called a black haired maid. She yelped as flames coated her dress and then coated her skin as she crumpled to the ground.
"ROSA!" A young Constance yelled as the maid fell
"…run…!" the maid strangled out of her burning throat
Our young Constance ran out of the home. Crumpling as fire trucks came and she saw a flamboyant red hair he/she leap out of the home laughing loudly. After him came a man in a suit and glasses and another weapon like thing. She chased after them.
"Oh William~! You are so cold to me~" the red haired he/she cooed
"Why? Why were you at my house?" Constance asked them
"Constance Victoria. Daughter of Brian and Bridget Victoria. Aged eleven years." The bespectacled man said.
"Oh~ She`s a cutie isn't she Will~?" red said
"Shut up Grell. Let me take you back, Miss Victoria." The man called William said leading her away.
And that is all she remembers.
-Black Dove-
Later Constance found out she was the daughter of the god of the underworld, Hades. She visits her father occasionally. She remembers her mother being a vibrant and loving woman with chocolate eyes and sky blue eyes. Rosa, the maid, loved and often taught Constance of her Mexican heritage. Curtis, the butler, was an easy going man with a large, kind heart.
Currently our Constance was asleep in her small bed, having a plea of help from the dead dream she often had.
"Please… Please help us…." A feminine voice whispered in desperation. This is a fairly common thing for our daughter of Hades. You see, our Constance being the daughter of the Underworld`s leader, she can communicate with the dead, help them on their journey to the afterlife, and assist them with the problem binding them to not rest in peace.
In this particular dream Constance stood in the green field in a black dress that went to the knees with a white satin ribbon at the waist. In front of her stood a woman with orange hair and cerulean blue eyes in a Victorian Era dress, next to her stood a man with black-gray hair and russet brown eyes.
"How can I assist you to the afterlife?" Constance asked
"Will you please tell our Ciel that we support him now even if he is never to die and we will always love our son we love him?" the man asked
"What is his name and where will I find him?" she asked
"His name is Ciel Phantomhive and he is in London. Thank you, Messenger Dove." The woman said
"It is my job as a child of Hades."
- The Next Morning -
The next morning Constance handed out the roles of the day.
"Mimi, you and Lucy will handle the room. The rest of you have your chores on the list and Carmen is in charge until I get back from visiting some people." She said, her pack shouldered awkwardly.
"I`ll be back A_SAP." She said pronouncing the A and saying Sap. She leapt out the window of the second story room and made it to the airport, to her plane from Paris to London.
-2 Hours Later-
Constance made it to London and caught a taxi. "Euh, Phantomhive Manor s'il vous plaît? Faites vite s'il vous plaît… " (Um, Phantomhive Manor Please? Make it fast please…)
"Sweetheart I don`t speak French. But I`ll take ya` to Phantomhive Mana`… Not tha` there`s much tha`…" the cab driver mumbled towards the end.
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