I am finally back! I am so sorry to the people who follow my story haha I have had the busiest summer and first couple weeks of school in my whole life. Any who, since Taker is out for the count and Ran Mao is never, ever doing a disclaimer again, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!
I don't own Kuroshitsuji and its lovely cast of characters. I do, however, own this plotline and my wonderful character.
I watched in silence as the reaper sashayed out of the room, humming to himself. I looked down at the scythe in my hand and watched it glint even in the dim lighting. My dark figure was reflected back at me; a pretty picture in a deadly weapon.
He thinks I'm something special... he thinks I'm worth saving...
Though I still wasn't sure of my purpose, I stashed the scythe away. Perhaps I could be needed here, or rather, there.
"So ye'll be going to the Dispatch, then."
Taker stood in the doorway, a rueful smile on his lips. I looked back down at my scythes.
"What else am I to do?"
"They can't accept ye, ye know. Yer too different. That's why I left."
I grinned wryly.
"Do you really think that's going to stop me?"
He chuckled.
"No, I was just hoping to keep ye for m'self."
Silently, smoothly, he took my hand and led me down the basement steps to a large, open room with a portal he regularly used to get to the Dispatch library. I took a deep breath and faced the portal. Before I stepped in, a pair of hands gripped my shoulders and a velvet voice sounded in my ear at a whisper.
"Flightless."
Before I had a chance to process what he said, I was shoved forward into the swirling white vortex of light. As the world came to a standstill, I blinked the light out of my eyes and my gaze landed on the spine of a book.
Wait a second... Ciel Phanto-
"You there!"
A sudden angry shout interrupted my thoughts. I whirled around to see William T. Spears barreling down the aisle of books towards me, Grell nipping at his heels and falling all over herself. It was she who had shouted at me.
"Get away from my babies!" She shrieked very characteristically. I did as I was told and stepped away from the wall. Grell grabbed me by the wrist as she reached me, holding me up to eye-level. She shrieked again and dropped me like a burning hot coal.
"William! She... s-she's-"
He rolled his eyes.
"Yes Grell, she is a woman. We will have to dispose of her prope-"
"No, look!"
She shoved me directly into Will's chest as she said this. He caught me and gave an frustrated sigh. Flustered and angry, I pushed myself off of him and straightened my spectacles. Before he could scold her, I cut in.
"Miss Sutcliff, I do not appreciate being flung around into other people, especially those who happen to be the person I wish to request work from." She huffed and crossed her arms like the self-proclaimed diva she was, not bothering to respond to me.
"All ridiculousness aside, I am here for a job," I reiterated. "Undertaker sent me."
He gave me a once-over.
"No," he said in a matter-of-fact kind of tone.
"Why ever not?" I demanded, thoroughly and genuinely confused at his blunt response. The confusion must have showed on my face, because his expression softened a bit.
"For one, we do not have proper housing for you. One of the job requirements is to live in the Dispatch dorms for at least two years to get the hang of our rigorous schedule, and all of the rooms, suites, and community living areas are full. Secondly, we have no way to test your abilities or give you any sort of weapon aide because you have your own weapons and spectacles, meaning you are a full-fledged reaper. This shouldn't be possible for women... Do you have a name, by any chance?"
Grell became furious.
"DON'T YOU SEE WHAT SHE IS?! Of course she doesn't have a name, shes a-"
"Let her answer."
The two stared at me with an uncomfortable intensity.
"... I don't have a real name..."
Grell looked triumphant.
"I TOLD YOU!"
William looked resigned but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"You need to leave. Now."
Grell leapt into action, opening the portal again. I felt suddenly desperate.
"Please, you have to give me a chance, I can prove to you I can be a good reaper, really I can, I-"
The world went white again.
I blinked tears as well as light from my eyes as I stepped into the now-darkened basement. Voices could be heard from upstairs. One I recognized as Taker's but the other was familiar and at the same time new... I headed upstairs to see Taker sprawled out on top of a coffin, staring at a tall raven-haired man in a black tailcoat.
Sebastian...
I felt uneasiness pool in my stomach, and a string of what felt like important gibberish ran through my head.
"Oh, good, yer back already! Did you get the job?"
I frowned.
"No..."
"Too bad. Ye'll be my guest then."
My head shot up.
"Oh, no, I don't want to impose."
"Pay yer way if ye feel ye have to."
"I have no money and nothing in the ways of cooking skills."
He chuckled and stood up to hug me.
"M'dear, you are as welcome in my home as any of my guests," he said, morbid but warm-hearted. I smiled appreciatively at him.
"I do hate to break up this adorable little reunion, but does my butler have the information he's requested yet?" A bored child's voice sounded through the open doorway.
"So sorry little earl. Yes, he knows everything he needed to know. You may come in now," Taker called.
Ciel Phantomhive strode into the room, top hat and cane in hand. His one blue eye locked on me and a chill went down my spine.
"Youth is wasted on one such as you..." I murmured, almost inaudibly. Sebastian stifled a grin.
"And who would this be? You're not the type to take on apprentices, Undertaker," Ciel said, not taking his eye off me.
"She can introduce herself, I suppose. Though she hadn't quite decided on a name when last we met, hehe~."
I could feel Sebastian's eyes burning into the side of my face as I shifted my weight from foot to foot. Only one word popped into my head, but it didn't seem like a name.
"Fliteliss!" I finally burst out from the awkwardness of it all. "My name... is Fliteliss. Liss for short. Please stop staring at me now..."
Sebastian gave me a smile that matched my sheepish one with as much sympathy. Iwondered if he really understood my position or this was just one of his polite-yet-fake butler smiles.
"And I am Ciel Phantomhive. It's been a pleasure, but I must be returning to my manor. My servants can get... rather unruly if left alone for too long. Come, Sebastian."
He followed, but before striding out the door, he turned to me.
"You looked as if you wished to tell me something. What was it?"
The uneasiness returned; I had to warn him.
"It seems like nothing but gibberish... But I think this is right: Beware the spider and the one who is two. Together they will be your down fall."
He nodded a thanks.
"Good day Miss Fliteliss. It was indeed a pleasure. Take care of yourself."
His fingers ghosted over my fisted fingers, and with that, he was gone, leaving nothing but a faintly sweet smell and a single black feather.
Whoa, super-long chapter! Hows about that? I can't believe those two reapers! Well. I could. But that would ruin everything. Stay tuned for the next chapter! Miss FBnBB is out, peace!