Series Summary: Unrelated stories about The Queen's GuardDog being reincarnated into five of the unlikeliest people.
Book Three: Richard Grayson
Kuroshitsuji/YJ x-over
Summary: The dreams started only days after his parents' deaths. Now years later, the reemergence of a certain demon brings about changes he never expected.
Warnings: Canonical violence/implied noncon; Yaoi; Reincarnation; Demons Angels; OOC! ness; Canon Divergence; spoilers; AU
Pairings: Undecided
Chapter One
The dreams began shortly after his parents' deaths.
He dreamt of happiness and warmth, ripped away at the hands of an insane angel and the one woman he'd been taught to never betray. Of fire and ash, the cloying taste of smoke and salt in his mouth as he screamed and pleaded for them to just wake up. He dreamed of daggers, sharp and deadly, piercing his flesh -please let me go Stop! Of pain and humiliation, and cold cruel hands. Of crimson eyes, a smooth voice and salvation. Kill them- Yes, my lord.
It made the three months in juvie a living hell.
The older kids jeered and laughed at him, alerted by his screams and cries. They beat him up until he learned to keep silent as he slept…and until he started to fight back. He used the devious mind of the boy in his dreams to fight, to get away. It was only after he was taken in by Bruce that he hid it all beneath his grief.
Even after leaving juvie, the dreams continued, vivid and life like…almost like memories. During the day, he was Dick Grayson, the ward of Bruce Wayne. He went to school and did homework, behaving like a normal child. At night, he was Robin, batman's young protégé. He patrolled Gotham with his mentor, fighting bad guys and the like. But when he dreamt?
When he slept, he was the GuardDog.
He was the broken child that summoned a demon and took over the Underworld in less than a month. He was the ill-fated king in life's grand game of chess. He was alone in a world where he was surrounded. Alone all except for the one being that wouldn't, couldn't betray him.
Slowly, almost unnoticeably, the boy's mannerisms started to leak into his own, merging with them to form something else entirely. He stood straighter, not arrogantly so, just enough that it was known when he was in charge. His intellect, already extremely high for his age, sharpened and becoming finer tuned. He became more playful, although his games seemed to grow darker and darker. Most importantly, his asthma returned.
For the most part, he ignored these changes, passing them off as his mind's attempt at mimicry. It was only after the seal for the contract reappeared in his left eye that everything fell into place, the merge fully complete.
He was Ciel Phantomhive…and it was time to get back in the game.
Alfred frowned worriedly as his youngest master walked downstairs, his gaze instantly locking on to the eyepatch covering the child's left eye.
"Master Richard, whatever has happened to your eye?"
The teen jolted then turned to him with an easy smile.
"It's nothing, Alf." He replied. "Just a failed experiment with Wally. Some of the chemicals hit my eye."
The elderly butler frowned deeper, sensing the lie, but before he could question the boy, he grabbed a scone from the tray near the stove and left the room.
Alfred's suspicions worsened.
Master Richard hated scones.
His ring.
It was here, lying innocently on his bed, as if it had never left his side. There was no note, no indication of anyone entering his room and yet he knew exactly who had left it.
He smiled and slid the ring onto his thumb, feeling a tension he didn't know he had leave his shoulders as he watched the blue diamond gleam in the light. A shadow shifted to his right and he was suddenly aware that he was not alone in his room. He fought back a smile at the comfort it brought.
"I trust you have informed the Queen of my return?" He murmured and felt the answering smirk even though he couldn't see it.
"Of course, my Lord. She is also aware of your life as this…vigilante and has asked me to tell you she will write soon."
He nodded, tilting his head as he heard Alfred's soft footsteps approaching.
"Leave. Don't return until I call for you."
"And your orders?"
He sent a glare in the demon's direction, the contract glowing vividly in his uncovered eye.
"Do as you wish until I call for you but do not draw attention to yourself." He paused. "Reestablish Funtom. It may be useful in the future."
"Yes, bocchan." His butler responded, then his presence vanished.
Sighing, the teen slid into his bed and closed his eyes, knowing that once he awakened, he would have to play the role of innocent Dick Grayson once more.
Moments later, when Alfred entered his room, he was fast asleep.
TBC…