PROLOGUE
TRAVERSING THE BOURBON MOON
6 Hours Earlier
The night suspends itself into disbelief. The shock and awe wraps around the mind that tries to register the sad turn in events. Cast into the unforgiviness and thrust into the sea, a lone child drifts in the flowing waters. The calmness rocks him back and forth like as if he was still in his mother's arms. Black of hair, eyes of hazel, an ageless small face and skin the color of ivory…this is the innocence of a child—of a little boy—that has been accused of being paranormal. The noble and winged owls survey, guiding him along the waters, until he washes ashore on the lands of Great Britain. When the owls depart as he awakens, he finds himself alone. He sticks to the alleyways, watching the eyes of ignorant and arrogant observers. He feels fear as he traverses into the unknown. He looks left and right, staring at mean-looking cloaked men, drunken whores, and people with evil intent. He looks up at the sky, watching giant blimps fly overhead. The British sky always seemed to be in a frenzy with those machines humming overhead.
If I can remember correctly, he says to himself, it's in the forbidden forest.
"What's your name?"
He stops in his tracks to see a red headed woman curiously looking at him. Tucked between her fingers was a cigar of the Crotonian variety. Her face and hair was dirtied from years of wandering without a home and the red in her dress was faded to a faint color, no longer vibrant like it should be.
"What?" asks the boy.
She repeats herself, "what is your name?"
The boy is cautious to answer but he replies, "Ashuton."
"Ashuton?" the woman repeats curiously.
The little boy nods his head, "Ashuton."
The red head lets out a loud laugh, "ha ha ha! That's a funny name for a foreigner! Where are you from?"
Ashuton is cautious to answer this question. His mother taught him to never lie but in this case lying was mandatory, "France."
The red head throws down her cigarette and squishes it with intimidating brutality, "well, Ashuton, you best be careful 'round these areas. That crest on your peacoat implies you are an Italian dragon."
Ashuton slowly steps back as she inches closer, "you're the dragon everyone is looking for."
Visions started flashing through his mind. Memories had been released from their confines. He clutched his head in agony as he remembered the bloodied knife, the splattered innards and the dying Earl of Sheffield.
"Sapia ed…sapia…" the old man muttered as blood choked his windpipe.
Small hands of a child tightly gripped decaying old hands. Innocence was staring the Earl in the face; it was innocence that deceived him.
Ashuton quickly dashes around the corner but collides with an older boy twice his age. Looking up, this boy has the clothing and posture of a noble but the face of a deviant. Two other boys stood beside him on left and right The one on the left had brown hair with streaks of white and wore a brown cloak to match his hair. The boy on the right had bright red hair and wore red clothing. On the front of his suit-jacket was the crest of the Targaryen House, the most fearsome dragons in Britain. Standing beside the leader was a curly-haired boy in a cape, probably four or five years off his nameday.
"So you're the dragon everyone is looking for." Said the noble boy.
"Who are you?" asked Ashuton, seeing nothing to fear in these boys.
A smile broke upon the leader's face, "These are my comrades: Johanness Aildebard of House Tir'well, Ryodearth of House Targaryen," he patted the young one on the shoulder, "this delightful thumb sucker is Servain of House Ironblade," he drew back a strand of blonde hair from his eyes, "and I am Gran Stollervich, head of the Stollervich State."
Ashuton scoffed, "Stollervich? Your family lineage has wrought much pain and suffering upon my dragons."
Gran was becoming bored already, "yes, yes and you are the dragon everyone is looking for."
Johannes piped out, "Dragon? He looks like a plain noble boy."
"He is no plain noble boy, isn't that right, Prince Karrucci?"
Ashuton's instincts were bubbling. Many voices were telling him to run but he stay frozen in place. His power had been depleted from the last skirmish with the Earl's goons. How long would time last before the Queen would request for his head?
A crowd gathered 'round them, they were all desiring the money that came with the dragon boy's body. Ashuton felt defenseless, a feeling he hoped to never possess. The crowd resembled the angry townsfolk from 1645, the first time he was burned at the stake in Piedmonte. Everything was occurring in nearly the same fashion. Everything was lined in place.
"Back off!" Gran shouted to the crowd, "I found him first!"
Ashuton saw a suitable escape in the bakery beside them. Taking the chance of life, he ran through the crowded bakery. The boys scurried after as Ashuton made his escape. Jumping atop tables and avoiding collisions with passersbys, Ashuton became joyful when he found no sight of the clique. He stopped in the alleyway, listening to the call of male cicadas die out.
"Dragon!"
He quickly turned to face his enemies.
"You aren't going anywhere."
The shadows of the night darkened Gran's face. As the moon became uncovered from the silk of the clouds, the light gave way to a beastly awakening within the boy. Ashuotn watched suspiciously as Gran shifted, becoming a beast of the night: a ghostly pale wolf.
"I will make an easy lunch of you," he said in a trio of voices.
The Targaryen boy, the thumb sucker and the Tir'well stood as observers.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
In this story, characters from my book The Society On Da Run appear. Here are their original roles in the book:
Johannes Aildebard: his role in TSODR is a French bard and son from the Tir'well House. The Tir'wells are a small French colony that chooses no sides in politics. They prefer to lead simplistic lives and are called "The Makers of Modern Science." Johannes's character in TSODR is a kind and caring blonde bard that falls in love with a Skyhouse princess.
Ryodearth: he first appears in the Halo-esque story "Floodbridge," which first appeared in the omnibus "Dragons and Cicadas" and the upcoming series THORN. In TSODR, his character is a gothic 20-year-old and prince of House Kuro. He enlisted in the Vampire military in hopes of getting killed.
Servain & Gran: (they are in the secret version of TSODR) sons of Quentin, the owl-shifter king. Servain always sucks his thumb and has a penchant for peaches. His clutchmates call him Peach King. Gran is an ill-mannered but well-mannered boy (does that make sense?). he was born out of Quentin's secret relations with the wolf shifter queen Jacquelyn.
Ashuton Karrucci: in TSODR, he is the god of all dragons and leads the space dragon empire. he has a penchant for butter pecan ice cream and black/African women. In this fan fic, I decided to put his character in a subordinate role.
Kuroshitsuji characters © Yana Tosobo
The Society On Da run characters © Nipaporn Baldwin
Targaryen © George RR Martin
New Update: since this story got no reviews, I decided to rearrange the chapters.
OLD UPDATE: Chapter 1 coming soon. Please be patient, I've only read chapters 1-3 of the kuroshi manga and only watched 2 episodes of the anime. I will need to watch and read more if I am to get the characters correct. Yes, this story does cross over into Game of Thrones. I'm surprised that this is the FIRST fan fic on here to combine Kuroshitsuji with Game of Thrones. Reposting this in the regular category to attract visitors.