So. I have a new chapter for you. This chapter deals with Alois' life before he became a slave, leading up to when Luca died. Yes, I know I wrote some things not in the Kuroshitsuji story line. I simply gave my own idea on how I believe Alois' life was in his childhood. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :3 Ps. I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes I may have not caught in the process of writing.


Happiness...

Tragedy...

My life came to it's start when I was born in that vile, disgusting village. I lived there in a small, poverty stricken home that did not have much to it. The ceiling was almost caved in, and you could see the tiniest bit of sun shine down to light our home. It was filthy, just as the future of life would come to be. It was a one story home consisting of a few pieces of disheveled furniture here and there. I come to wonder how my parents did not die sooner living in this horrid, disease ridden thing I dared to call home.

A few years past, and I soon came to have a younger brother. His name was, Luca. That boy was the only one I could consider to be close to. He was three years younger than I, but I still loved him very much. We had to live on very little when our parents were around, but we made do with what we had.

People may think I am a greedy, vile little boy, but truly I am not. I was willing to give up what I had for Luca in order to make sure he was alive and well. A few more years past, I was eight and Luca was five. Our parents had finally passed. We were devastated, but I knew it would have came sooner or later. We lived in a filthy, revolting village with rats running around. They carry the plague and I assume they carried our parents death with them.

It was then I knew I had to be the one to protect him. It was what an older brother was supposed to do. I come to ponder on if the death of my parents is the reason for my insanity. The insanity many claim I have. Who the bloody hell cares! Let those tarts believe what they want! I know who I am, Jim Macken or as many of you know now, Alois Trancy.

I sigh to myself as I take a step outside. My parents were already buried deep below in the ground. I come to think my heart and soul are there too, somewhere floating around in a deep pit of hell. My revolting, abhorrent soul, the one that has been tainted with so much impurity and hate. I clench my fists, wanting to scream, but something stops me. Two arms wrap around me from behind. Those arms were his. They belonged to Luca.

"Big brother!" he says, with a cheerful smile. Somehow he managed to get over our parents death with ease. "Let us go on the swing today. Oh how much fun that would be. I shall even push you!" he said, his dark chestnut orbs gazing up at me with a glint of happiness.

I sigh to myself and close my eyes. I had other ideas on what to do on that day. I decided we needed to survive on our own and the only way to do that was to do one of the lowest things two orphans could do; steal.

Yes, steal with our dirty and grimy little hands from those imbeciles who reside here in the village. I turn my body around, to face my younger brother. I see his dirty grey shirt along with that one overall strap that hangs off of his slim arm.

"I have other ideas in mind, Luca. We are going to steal, whatever we want!" I say. My icy eyes that seem to be as cold as my heart grow wide and I grimace.

Luca smiles at me. "Even from that fat, greedy baker?!" he says, happily. "Let us do that brother, please!"

I smiled and nod as I ruffle his hair. This was the beginning of my life of thievery. Our life, the life of my younger brother and I even though I never knew at that moment, it would soon come to end between the two of us. The thought of being alone never came to me at that time since I had him around. I never knew my life would come to its downfall.

I had Luca. And he had me, that is all we needed. We were the for each other and that seemed to be it. During our lives as two child thieves, we made it. We survived, steal an assortment of things! It was great!

Then came the last thing Luca and I would ever steal. My brother came to me with a bag he had stolen from an old, pathetic man. My icy orbs filled with happiness to see it contents. I took each think out, sighing a bit until I noticed something; a large bruise on Luca's forehead.

I lifted his orange locks to examine it. Once he told me who had done it, my fists clenched as I began cursing to myself. Oh how I hated those villagers, they were rubbish. They hated my brother and I for trying to live. I hoped they all die and, they did! They all did! II wish I could live in a world with just Luca and I, a more peaceful world. Even he agreed.

It was then that I heard those words. My brother, down on one knee. "Yes, your highness" he told me. I shall never forget that. It is a memory permanently glued in my mind. I was his highness. I smiled from utter happiness as I looked at him. He was the only one I ever wanted to see everyday of my pathetic little life.

Little did I know, that day he made a deal. A deal with a demon, just to make me happy. He knew I hated them, he knew I wanted them all dead and he made that happen. It had cost him his life, but it happened.

I watched flames burn down the village. They ripped it apart just as my heart would be later on. I could not help but laugh. All of their valuables would belong to Luca and I. Those bloody gits deserved it anyway for how they treated us.

I smile to myself as I notice a figure from afar; it was Luca. I run to him happily.

"Luca!" I say but get no response.

I try again and again, but no luck. I pick him up in my arms and I see his eyes; lifeless. Then something inside of my beating heart suddenly breaks. All of my feeling come crashing down on me and I experience something that is worse than death. I feel loneliness. I am alone and know I have no one.

Tears stream down my dirty face as I hold the boy close. Why ? I question, looking up at the sky. Why has God treated me like this ? I just want to know, was my life supposed to end in total turmoil ? I look up at the dark sky that is covered by sparks from the fire.

"Why!" I shout. "Please, don't leave me alone! I do not want to be alone!"

I continue shouting at what seems like nothing as my heart breaks. I have nothing. Everything I ever had and cared for was now gone. I want to die, but I only know death would be a privilege for what would soon come.


I hope you enjoyed. Please review and such. Next chapter should be out soon. It will be based on when Alois first arrived at the Trancy manor as a slave.