Hi guys, I'm Dynamo Revolution and this is my first fan fiction! YAY! I decided to do Kuroshitsuji because it is recently one of my favorite anime series/manga, and I'm really excited about how my story turned out! Basically this is my own continuation and ideas on how season three should be played out as, so I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of season three of Kuroshitsuji!

Thank you for reading chapter four! (Sorry for taking so long on updating)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way whatsoever, this is all fan-based material!

Rated: Teen/Mature

This chapter has slight...dark lemons (sort of). Beware! ^^


A Butler's Gift

This place I called home felt foreign to me. While I sat across my uncle, my insides coiled up in disgust; deep down I knew he was an incredibly horrible person. Although I've known him ever since I was born, there was always something about him that made my blood boil. This hatred was, without a doubt, indescribable...

Sitting between my mother and father was reassuring enough, at least I didn't have to be alone with him. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, the silence beginning to envelop the entire parlor. My uncle came to our estate that evening to inform us that his long lost son has returned to him, and that he finally has an heir to carry on the infamous name: Trancy. I could tell my father was furious. The way his gaze moved to the floor, the way his hands clenched into fists, the way his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. We were supposed to be happy for my uncle, right?

"How wonderful." My mother said, her customary polite smile inching across her usual somber face. I looked like my mother in every way, with her hair the color of light gold, and her eyes the shade of pure lavender. She resembled a goddess amongst the common people, and I was her only pride-and-joy. With her hands cupped around the fine china, she looked to me to do the same and congratulate uncle.

"Congratulations, sir." I said with agreement, barely looking at him from underneath my eyelashes.

"Thank you, dear. I was just as surprised as you were, believe me. I knew he was my son with only one glance! He is one year older than you - young Alois is fourteen years. I trust you two will get along nicely?"

"Yes, sir." I replied automatically.

"It is a great blessing indeed, brother." My father recovered quickly from his doubts with a friendly grin, "So you will be teaching the boy all that there is to know about being a Trancy, huh?"

My uncle laughed, "Rest assured Harold, he will come to know more about being a Trancy than I ever did! Maybe if Louisa was by his side, he would learn more about what it takes."

"Capital idea!" My father chuckled, "They will become fast friends."

"I want Louisa to come to my estate, she will have to meet her future husband sooner or later!" My uncle stood up from the leather couch, ignoring all of our stunned expressions. Making his way to the door, he ordered, "In a week."

Since my uncle is the head of the Trancy Household, he makes the rules. It was absolute law to obey his orders and wishes.

My fate was sealed, I was to meet this boy...my husband...in a week's time. Unfortunately my uncle didn't make it to see the end of the week, dying of the plague is a truly disgusting way to go. Somehow it suited him well.

I did see Alois at the funeral that day, but I didn't see his face for his back was in front of the mourning crowds. His body splayed over the casket, he sobbed relentlessly while he grasped the wooden case with a frightening grip. I wanted to help him, looking so vulnerable and sad, I felt the urge to cry as well. But I couldn't bring myself to, instead I walked out of the church doors silently. My family left there to mourn someone who was only a sore in their eyes, another obstacle avoided.

Even though my uncle died, his orders for me to marry his son were still clear. My parents decided it was best for me to marry the new head of the Trancy Household, my future would be set and my fortunes would be great. Of course I had no say in the matter, I was only a child.

...

The carriage pulled up to the grand manor, although it was midday and dark clouds hung in the thundering skies, the castle-like mansion was still as extravagant as ever. Even though I came here a few times in my life for parties and other special occasions, there was always something about this place that gave off an eerie sensation. With an abrupt swing of the door, the coach driver held out his black-gloved hand, his other holding a large umbrella. Grasping his hand and the umbrella, I walked down the small steps until I came to the rough, cobblestoned walkway. With the black umbrella in one hand, and a small purse in my other, I walked with a purpose to the doors of the estate. Glancing back at the carriage that pulled out of the drive and away into the mist covered grounds, a small shriek escaped my lips as a loud creak sounded from the doors behind me. Pushing away a strand of strawberry blonde hair from my face, I peered up at the tall butler from the doorway. Hidden behind dark-rimmed glasses, stood a man with bright and calculative amber eyes.

"You must be Ms. Louisa Trancy. It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Claude Faustus. Please come inside, my master has been expecting you." The butler bowed deeply, pulling the wooden doors open to let me in.

"I-It's nice to meet you, sorry to have kept you waiting." I curtsied, stepping within the spacious foyer area. The mansion was a lavish gold and crimson spectacle, everything was glittering with wealth and extravagance that it made my eyes widen. I smiled to the butler who took my coat from behind, "How lovely. I feel so out of place here." I admitted sheepishly.

"Thank you, my lady." Was all the butler said as he escorted me through the vast hallways of the estate, each piece of art and furniture seeming to have a golden hue to it. It was like I was in some sort of fantasy or fairytale, marrying into an insanely rich and powerful house that far exceeded my expectations. Except there was one problem: there was no love to be found.

A streak of blue and white light snaked its way across the windows, followed by an earth-shattering rumble that shook the mansion. I gasped, startled by the sudden noise. I looked up to find myself holding onto the butler's tailcoat, blushing with embarrassment, I stepped away from the man with my hands placed behind my back.

"I'm sorry, I just..." I was at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain my indecent behavior. But the butler chuckled from under his white-gloved hand, grinning while he said, "We're here, madam." He pulled open a door, revealing an elaborately decorated lounge area. Complete with a burning hearth at the heart of the room, and a glistening chandelier with dimly lit candles. It seemed different from the other furnishings of the house, this room was much more comfortable and old-fashioned.

"My master will be here shortly, you can wait in this room if you'd like." Claude said with a smile, "He is very busy, you see. And cannot be interrupted for some time."

"I understand," I nodded, "I'll just wait here than."

With a bow, he exited the room. Leaving me alone to explore the wide shelves of books and small trinkets. I sat down on one of the big leather chairs, flipping through an encyclopedia of animals and insects. Suddenly a knock sounded at the door, Could it be Alois already?

"May I come in?" A whisper of a voice asked from the other side, a beautiful silver haired maid peeked through the large crack.

"Oh, hello." I greeted, closing the thick book between my lap and standing up from my seat. The voluptuous maid wheeled in a cart of delicious looking sweets and teas, "Here are some snacks you might like, my lady."

"Thank you, Ms..." I trailed off, wanting to know the name of the maid that saved me from my growing hunger. A small smile graced her perfectly tanned face, "My name is Hanna, my lady."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, would you like to join me? I feel awfully strange sitting here by myself like this."

"No, no. I couldn't." The woman muttered timidly, bowing her head down so that her eyes met the floor. I smiled, "Well, alright. Thank you for the snacks, Ms. Hanna."

The woman smiled once more, curtsying as she moved away from the cart to take her leave. Rummaging through the shelves of books on the far wall, I pulled out another encyclopedia from its nook and leafed through the pages. My eyes furrowed with disgust, seeing a two page spread filled with different types of poisonous spiders. I cringed while taking in the sight of the venomous creatures, "Revolting." I said while closing the book.

"That's a shame." A voice purred as lips touched my ear. I whirled around accidently dropping the book, pressing myself up against the shelves behind me. "It's our family crest after all...the spider."

Bringing my hand to rest against my beating heart, I breathed out another heavy sigh, laughing nervously I murmured, "Y- You scared me. You must be Alois."

"And you must be my little wife." Alois tilted his head, a boyish smirk gracing his beautiful face. A small shiver ran up my spine, although his words were warm and endearing, his celestial blue eyes were cold and cynical. Something didn't feel right, it was like he was hiding his true self behind half-lidded eyes.

The rumors of a "boy of rare beauty", were certainly words that did him justice. Even though he was only one year older than me, he stood three inches taller. With his hair the color of bleached gold, and his eyes the color of pale rain, he was, without a doubt, a dangerous beauty.

"I was expecting some ugly little thing," Alois cooed, grabbing a lock of my hair while his lips turned up into a wicked sneer, "You really are beautiful, I guess we are cousins after all."

I didn't know how to respond to his twisted judgment, should I be offended? Happy? Afraid? I think it was the latter because all I wanted to do was run away at that moment, it felt as if he was going to tie me up in his web...then slowly devour me.

"T-Thank you." I whispered, pulling back the strand he held in his hand, to bring it behind my ear. I moved back a step, my back now flush against the shelves behind me. "I-I'm so sorry about your father, by the way. It must be hard, learning the business without someone to guide you..."

The boy laughed, slamming his hand hard onto the shelf behind me, he leaned into my frozen and terrified form for him to whisper, "I'm glad that bastard is dead, one less body I have to drag around." My eyes shot wide open, truly and completely horrified. I cringed at his dark laughter, his piercing eyes...I needed to get away.

"Are you, by any chance, afraid of me Louisa?" It was strange, his voice sounded almost innocent as he said those words. I felt like a caged bird in between him and the shelf, but while I stood there my mother's voice came into my head: Louisa, no matter what, he is your husband. That is your only duty; follow him, please him, obey him.

I straightened up, "W-Why should I be? I see no reason to be afraid."

Alois' lips turned down into a crooked scowl, his eyes the color of frigid, blue ice. With one eyebrow raised, he recovered from his menacing glare with a cynical smirk, "You're harder to crack than I thought...Maybe I should try a different strategy.."

Grabbing my chin roughly between his fingers, he lifted my head up to look directly into his cruel eyes. My eyebrows furrowed with confusion, "W-what are y-!" Biting my bottom lip with his teeth, warm liquid dripped from the corner of my mouth from the wound he created. Hot lips slanted down onto mine, bruising them as he forcefully devoured me, his scorching tongue sweeping and exploring inside. I tried to push against him, my eyes brimming with tears as a muffled scream escaped my throat. I couldn't breathe! His hands grabbing both of my wrists, he chuckled evilly while slipping his tongue from my mouth, "That's so cute, you forgot how to breathe."

A trickle of blood ran down my lip, while tears streamed from my lavender eyes and down my cheeks. My wrists confined into his strong grip, I couldn't wipe away the tears and blood that continued to run down my face. Releasing his tongue from his mouth, I could see clearly a tattoo of a red star with a golden ring around it, my eyes widened with fear as I tried to squirm away from his hold. What is that?

Licking at my wounded lip with his ravaging tongue, I stiffened from the stinging pain as he touched my lips with his. With blood smeared all over his tongue, he smirked, "My father taught me that one." Paralyzed with fear, I looked up at him with disbelieving eyes. What does he mean by that? It doesn't make any sense!

"U-u-uncle?" I looked away from his face to bring my gaze below his neck, which were covered in dark spots. "What are those?" I asked with a puzzled expression. His tongue snaked its way out of his mouth to wipe his bottom lip, "Let's just say they're...parting gifts."

"That d-doesn't explain what they-!" Bringing his lips down to touch my neck, my head instinctively jerked away with fear. Nipping and kissing at the skin on the collar of my neck, I could feel my cheeks burning with his intimate touch. Whimpering with slight pain, Alois pulled back to examine his work, "Now you have one, too."

"Are you insane! How could you do something like this? Attacking me...I hardly even know you! Release me this instant!" I practically screamed as I shoved against him, but his bitter glare kept me from moving any further.

"This is what you wanted, right?" Alois purred in a deep voice, his face only inches away from mine. Turning my head to the side, I whimpered as I pressed my body further away from his, "N-No! Just let me go! Please..."

"My wealth, my position, my title? You signed up for this...'Till death do us part, remember? You're more devious than I expected, I guess we are truly related, huh?"

My weak body made me want to fall to my knees, wanting no more than to sink to the ground with ill-stricken grief. This isn't what I wanted, was it? To be caught in this boys web? To die a slow and painful death...

"I n-never wanted t-this! You're sadistic and c-cruel! You think I had a choice in all of this, to m-marry someone I don't even love?" A sob caught in my throat, while more tears poured from my eyes.

Suddenly a muffled giggle caught my attention, the boy grabbed his mouth to stifle the laugh that soon erupted. Stroking his blonde hair back with his black-gloved hand, and resting the other on his stomach, Alois continued to laugh until his back met a chair. Throwing himself upon it sideways with his legs dangling off on arm of the chair and his head hanging on the other arm, he cried out, "You're so pathetic! It's hilarious how utterly stupid you are!"

I was horrified, just a moment ago he was serious with murderous intent. The next he was laughing uncontrollably! Was he mad? I needed to get out of here!

Taking this chance when he was distracted, I ran for the door. Jiggling the handle with as much strength I could muster, I tried to pound and push against the door that wouldn't seem to budge.

"Claude!" Alois called from the chair, swinging his legs back and forth on the arm in a leisurely fashion. With a swift pull, the door came free and the amber-eyed butler stood in the opening of the entrance.

"It seems the butterfly wants to escape the cage so soon," Alois strutted to where his butler stood, draping his arms onto Claude with a wide grin. "Why don't we grant her wish, Claude? And be quick about it!"

Clapping his hands, and spinning around in a sort of dance. The boy smiled while posing with both his hands clapped together, "Olé!"

"Wha-?" I started, but the butler had me by the waist, and hauled me up on his shoulders as if I weighed nothing. I was appalled, grabbing the back of his jacket to keep my body's balance, I screamed as I kicked and hit him, "What do you think you're doing? Put me down this moment! Is this whole place completely mental?"

"Make sure she doesn't run away!" Alois yelled from behind me, his boyish self returning as his devil disappeared. The young boy dissipated into the dark hallway, leaving me to the butler who kept me locked in his strong hold.

...

After I was tossed into my bed chambers, the butler wordlessly closed the door behind him. Leaving me here in an empty room with rain pouring outside the long window panes - leaving me here with no chance of escape.

Was this reality? Was this really happening to me? Held captive by my future (sadistic and cruel) husband. Is this what my life will become? No chance of escape...?

Dragging my tired hand over the cold glass of the window, I looked out at the pelting rain with emotionless eyes. A flash of lightening illuminated the night sky, and with that, only one resolve crossed my mind. I had to love Alois Trancy. If that was my future, my destiny, my life. Then I had to fall in love with him...In order to live...I had no other choice. Because there was no chance of escape...my fate was sealed.

And I was only a child.

...

"That is right! I saw Earl Ciel Phantomhive kill your fiancé with my own eyes, they were having some sort of duel in this very house." The Viscount crossed his arms over his broad chest, a beautiful grin etching along his even more beautiful face. The young girl looked down at the hearth, dark shadows dancing across her angelically pale facade. Dried tears staining her cheeks as Louisa's jaw clenched harshly, "He did, did he?"

"Oh yes, there's no denying it." The Viscount was interrupted with the chime of a clock above the fireplace, his eyes peering up at the time curiously. The girl suddenly turned her face away from the man in white, "I better leave. Otherwise people will start to wonder where I am." She reached the door, slamming it shut behind her as she left without another word.

"So fast!" Viscount Druitt sighed, a loud thump gathering his startled attention to the closet in the back corner of the room.

"Oh shit! He's coming over! Sebast-" Grabbing the horrified Evelyn by the wrist, he pushed her up against the wall of the closet with frightening speed. Finding a black top hat on the ground, Sebastian brought the hat to his head and bent it over to cover his face. Caging the stunned Evelyn with one hand, and grabbing her leg to rest it on his waist. Evelyn blushed a shade of dark crimson as she was trapped in this wanton and highly embarrassing pose by an impassive butler, "W-w-w-what are you-!"

Light cascaded into the small closet, the Viscount aghast at the scene before him. A couple caught in a lewd position with a man in a top hat, leaning over a woman with her skirts dangerously high above her upper thigh. The man in the top hat looked over his shoulder at the gaping Viscount with a menacing glare, "Do you mind?"

"Oh! M-my a-apologies!" The Viscount closed the door quickly, practically running out of the room with inhuman speed.

...

"Where are those idiots?" Ciel asked to himself, craning his neck to try and see above the ever-moving crowd of people. Pacing around the corners of the dance floor, Ciel collided into a figure who made a small shriek at the sudden impact.

"I'm sorry, are you al-! Lizzy!" Ciel caught the young girl by the waist as she almost tripped from the collision, "C-Ciel!" Elizabeth blushed when she noticed Ciel's arm around her waist, her hand braced on his shoulder for balance.

"You remembered my nickname." Elizabeth nearly whispered, her posture now upright but the Earl's arm still wrapped around her mid-section. Realizing this, Ciel stepped back from the girl with an embarrassed and flustered expression printed on his face.

"Uh, yeah. I guess it just...came to me suddenly." Ciel admitted, his hand scratching the back of his head. Elizabeth's' doe, green eyes shimmered with tears as she looked at her blushing fiancé, "I'm so glad that you still remembered...after all this time."

Ciel smiled at the sniffling girl, "Lizzy, would you like to dance with me?"

Elizabeth looked up into Ciel's beautiful blue eyes, happiness filling her completely at that one question she wanted to hear all evening.

"I thought you'd never ask."


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