AN: I actually updated something! Huzzah! XD
Recap: All I saw was images of my life, flashing before me. How?
"Coin Ivystone, thirteen years. Cause of death: severe organ damage and blood loss."
I quickly whipped around to see who had just spoken. A tall, slim man with long, blood-red hair and sharp glasses with skull chains was holding a thick, leather-bound book behind me. His matching red coat was slumped around his elbows, and I noticed his teeth were grown to a sharp point. The realizaion of who was standing behind me didn't take long.
"Grell Sutcliff?! How the hell are you here?! You're supposed to be fictional!" His yellow-green eyes looked up from the book for a moment.
"Hm? Fictional? How do you know me, persay?"
I sputtered for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Okay, so Grell Sutcliff, a shinigami from Victorian-age England, has collected my soul and is currently looking through my cinimatic record. This definitely can't be a dream, since I've never felt pain that bad before. I might as well change my style of speaking so it doesn't look too weird. What do I say? What will happen?
"Oh! So you've been watching Ciel, Bassy and I on a screen similar to a cinematic record throughout our lives? Strangely intriguing. Ah! How I loved that day; my dear Bassy actually speaking to me with a hint of compassion~" His face grew into a wide smile as he watched scenes of me watching Black Butler. Oh, how this will change things for him.
"I suppose so. Well, what do you propose you'll do now? Send me off to wherever realm I belong to?" I finally spoke.
"Oh, no. You'll be coming with me. A certain someone wants to speak to you." The smile remained on his face, as he grabbed his death scythe. Revving the ancient chainsaw, he ripped a hole in the surrounding landscape. The reaper grabbed my arm, and we jumped through the blackness.
"It is a wonder to see that neuscence actually did what we requested." Ciel Phantomhive sat across the long walnut dining table speaking to Sebatian Michealis, his loyal butler, clearly ignoring me. Grell sighed and twisted his hair through his fingers. I was sitting at the other end, listening to their conversation. To think, I'd ever get to hear these two demons converse outside of the anime. The young boy turned to me. "Well, Miss Ivystone, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"And to you as well. I never thought I would be able to meet such a powerful noble such as you, Earl Phantomhive." I quickly peeked around the hall to see if any other servants were nearby. None. "A demon such as yourself should meet as many as possible to be connected to potential contract holders." This unforseen comment seemed to barely scratch the surface of suprise, but I saw barely no sign of emotion. Sebastian seemed more suprised than Ciel, but he quickly returned to normal.
"Never mind that. I'd like to get straight to buisness." He put his elbows on the tablecloth, intertwining his fingers. "Since there are no servants remaining at the Phantomhive manor, nor anyone recognizing it at the moment as a true household, I will need some assistance. I'd like to give you an opportunity to have an occupation here. Since you have nothing to return to and nowhere to go here, I'd imagine this would be an easy choice."
Ciel, a demon, giving me a job at his manor for seemingly nothing? There has to be a catch. "What do you want in return outside of my work? I know there must be something. A deal always has two sides of reward."
The Earl took no hesitation replying. "Your soul."