Disclaimer: SilentSerenata does not own Kuroshitsuji.

Thought Bubble: I realised whilst writing this, that it was harder than I thought, to name the exact colour of Ciel's hair and eyes. As far as I can pinpoint, it's a shade between blue and green; it's getting harder to differentiate since the producers are confusing the two within the anime. Speaking of anime, Kuroshitsuji has finally ended D: *insert echoes of fangirl cry* I doubt they'll make a comeback with a Season 3 since 2 only ended with 13 episodes. But omgawd, noooo. They just had to end it like that. Though I'm a bit sad about the ending since Sebastian seems to be suffering, I'm still curious as to how Ciel would continue to live his life afterwards. The producers really did it this time. They're probably expecting fans to be gnawing at their doorsteps by now, begging to release another episode or so.


A v e M a r i a

[Forsaken Memories]

- SilentSerenata


Fly, sway, go all the way
I'm in the same fate with you
I feel your beat all around
Wandering in the everlasting way

Melody 01: Ignorance Is Bliss

The young Earl stirred from within his bed sheets as the tall figure clad in black graciously crossed the room and drew open the curtains. Upon the sudden outburst of light into the dark room, midnight-green hair could be seen sprawled across the pillow followed by a small pale hand slowly emerging from beneath the sheets. Its owner was no more than a child who had only just awakened from his sleep, the downiness still evident within his petite body and cobalt-blue eye. It was only an eye, for the other was shrouded behind strands of disordered hair, though a glimpse of lustrous pink could be slightly seen between the gaps as the young boy groggily attempted to adjust to the illuminating light.

Standing beside the noble's bed was a man dressed in a black butler's attire. Within the morning sunlight, the pin in which he wore gleamed brightly on top of his breast pocket as it displayed a coat of arms only distinguishable as the renowned "Phantomhive". A scented aroma soon filled the room as the butler elegantly poured a cup of tea, before calmly stating, "A poached salmon with Greek salad has been arranged for your breakfast. Toast, scones, and French pastries have also been prepared as an accompaniment." The black butler smiled, one of which would have killed any lady's heart, as he handed the fine China cup to the young child. "Which would you rather today, Young Master?"

The addressed Earl softly yawned before replying with a mumble, "Scones."

"Of course."

Now wide awake, the young boy nonchalantly accepted the drink before sniffing its contents and sampling its taste. The black butler noted the flicker of recognition within young boy's eyes as he drank the tea, questioning with concern, "Is it not to your taste, Young Master?"

"No," responded the Earl. "It's just...surprisingly sweet. Black Rose*?"

"Yes."

"Hmm..."

No sooner had the Earl finished his cup of tea, had he been stripped from his sleepwear and into his typical suit: a white blouse adorned with a blue ribbon, a blue overcoat and shorts, followed by a pair of black socks and matching heels. As he slipped into these clothes and his butler securely tied a blue bow around his neck, the boy couldn't help but to think that the ribbon was almost like a collar – a collar which tied him to many aspects, such as his butler who often proclaimed he was "one hell of a butler". But nevertheless, the young noble dismissed the ridiculous thought though his hand subconsciously reached out to touch the bangs which hid his right eye. The butler's smile seemed to widen at the small boy's action, before turning to attach an eye patch on top.

"My apologies for disturbing your peace, Young Master, but this arrived this the morning."

The said master eyed the butler before focusing his gaze upon the tray in which he openly held, or rather, the folded paper that sat within. There at the centre of the letter, as he had expected, lay the stamp of an all too familiar insignia. Curious as to what its contents beheld, the young Earl pried open the letter and contemplatively read through its words.

"Sebastian," commanded the Earl, "Prepare for a carriage; we're leaving."

"Yes, my lord."

Elsewhere...

Light footsteps echoed throughout the hallway before halting in front of a door which read 'Room 102'. The brunette, who had approached the door, slowly drew in a deep breath as to calm his racing nerves, and then reached out to grasp the brass knob. Oddly, he was more anxious than he had anticipated; his palms only growing sweatier with the heat of the confined hospital. Was it because he was going to see her?

With a defeated sigh and a creak which followed, the wooden door of Room 102 parted to reveal the face of none other than Scotland Yard's Inspector apprentice - Fred Abberline. The said man cautiously stepped into the room, fearing that even the tiniest of his movements would disturb the child who peacefully slept on the hospital bed at the centre of the room. The officer questioned, uneasiness evident in his voice, "Anna, is she going to be alright...?

A young lady – presumably of the same age – turned to face the man, a spark of hostility momentarily flickering within her maroon eyes as they clashed upon dark brown. She was no doubt, a doctor of the hospital as her white coat and the folder in which she held, identified her profession. Her blonde tresses which were tied into a bun, plus the black glasses sitting on the bridge of her slim nose, only implied it further. But despite her angelic appearance, a fierce glare had manifested on her face. It was obvious the lady was not pleased in seeing the Inspector. With a slight push of her glasses, the doctor said in her casual though serious tone, "Fred Abberline. Must I always remind you to knock first before you enter? Honestly, you should really fix that habit of yours." In the light of the room, the lady's glasses gleamed as she once again pushed them from slipping off her nose. "As for the girl...Physically, yes, she's fine. Though she has a cut on her chest, it's not serious. As for her emotional stability..."

Abberline nodded, understanding very well what the doctor was implying. The child was traumatized. Thinking of the girl, who now lay in bed, sleeping, reminded Abberline of the situation that she was found in the previous day before. Involuntarily, his body shivered; he would never forget that scene: all that splattered blood and above all, those eyes. Her eyes. It saddened him just much as it scared him.

"Well, at least she's alive..." proclaimed Abberline, slightly reassured by the fact that the child was no longer in harm. For now.

"You shouldn't be so relieved, Abberline. For as far as you know, she could be the culprit for murdering those women within the past few days."

"Anna!"

"What?"

"We don't have any evidence that proves that."

"Yet."

The officer opened his mouth - ready to retort - but stopped when he realised that the lady was in fact, quite right. For a moment, only the heavy breathing of the sleeping child could be heard as the two adults stood in a short silence before the man questioned: "Must you always be so cynical Anna?"

"It's called being realistic."

"That's -"

"Enough. The two of you, stop. Have you forgotten that you're supposed to be currently working? Not bickering at one another like immature children; Fred Abberline, Anna Arenstein."

The two swivelled to face the source of the voice which had so suddenly interrupted their little conversation, surprise clear across their faces as they exclaimed in unison, "Chief!" "Sir Randall!" Indeed, there at the door of the room stood none other than Sir Randall - a man otherwise known as the Chief Inspector of London's Scotland Yard. It was the doctor who first welcomed the new guest, coughing in attempt to dismiss her blushing embarrassment. "My deepest apologies Sir Randall. We were merely having a...slight reunion between childhood friends."

The Chief was not pleased by the lady's excuse, but regardless, he asked "How is the girl?"

"She's fine. Just a light cut, that's all."

The Chief nodded. "I see. Notify us again after she's woken up. We'll question her then."

The command was confirmed with a push of the female's glasses, which had again slipped from their rightful position. "Very well."

"Then," exclaimed the Chief as he courteously bowed before the doctor, "We'll be taking our leave. Let's go, Abberline."

"Eh? Already? But -" The apprentice was silenced by his superior, or to be precise, by his superior's glare. Sensing the threat, the younger officer stammered at his own words. "Y-Yes Sir!"

However, before the two officers could turn to leave, the female abruptly halted them from doing so as she proclaimed, "Please wait a moment, Sir Randall." Though her words were polite, her sharp stare seemed to say otherwise.

The addressed man, like any other gentleman, turned to face the lady. "Is there something which requires my abrupt attention?"

"Yes," replied the female doctor, "Yes there is."

"And what might that be?"

Abberline awkwardly laughed within the background as he felt the tension run between the two. "Um...S-Sir..." His timid voice was unheard as his protests were ignored by his audience. "A-Anna..."

"It's about Madam Red."

The room fell silent. Not understanding as to why his childhood friend would question about the queen of social gatherings who always garnished herself in red, Abberline was more than confused. Oblivious, like the man he was, he had no idea as to where the conversation was heading. "Madam Red? As in the doctor Angelina Durless?"

"She was my professor in medical arts and I was her apprentice," informed the doctor, "And she died a month ago."

The bliss which had momentarily appeared on Abberline's face instantly faded as he heard the doctor's words. Unknown as to how he should comfort, let alone approach the lady, Abberline responded awkwardly, "I-Is that so? I was never informed..."

But the lady seemed calm about the idea of her educator's death, but stated "Neither was I. I was only told so yesterday."

"And may I ask how this involves us, Doctor Arenstein?" interjected Sir Randall.

"Rumours say that she died from an accident like that of her former husband but there has yet to be any factual explanation as to why, where or how she died. It's suspicious...As if someone had almost erased all the information regarding her death and replaced it with false implications."

Sir Randall, who unlike his subordinate, was well aware of the topic. Replying with his all too familiar, irritated tone, the Chief Inspector said to the lady, "It's unfortunate, but I don't know anything either. Sorry but I don't have the time right now to be meddling about a woman's death when already three others have been killed."

Abberline, shocked by his superior's attitude exclaimed loudly "But Sir! If you think about it, there isn't actually any evidence -"

"But I will tell you this, Anna Arenstein," said the Chief, "Stop chasing after the dead. There are some things better off not knowing."

And with that said, the Chief finally left Room 102 along with his apprentice who hesitantly trailed after, leaving behind a terribly confused doctor.

Forever
Tears fall, vanish into the night
If I'm a sinner
Chivalry, show me the way to go

- "Overnight" by Aya

* Tea made from a floral orchid base, tropical mango and papaya


For all those who haven't realised, this story is set after the Jack the Ripper case but prior to Ciel accomplishing his revenge. Simply said, this follows more of the manga than the anime. I do apologise; this was a bit rushed. It's already 1:18 and I've got work tomorrow at 8

Thanks for reading anyways ^^ I look forward to your reviews ~