Black Butler (黒執事, Kuroshitsuji?) Yana Toboso
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V.I.R.T.U.E.'.S. L.A.S.T. .R.E.W.A.R.D. : Good People Die
By Hopeless Desires
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||::Chapter One::||
'Life was pain…'
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When Alex first came to, she was stuck in a cramped space with an overpowering headache. She shuffled, trying to move around, but unfortunately hit her head. She groaned and tried to rub her head. Two words. Epic. Fail.
"Stupid place," she groaned, rubbing her nose. It was too dark she couldn't see her freaking nose. Before today, she had never known her fingers were small enough to fit in her nostrils. She thanked god that they didn't go in. They just hit her nostrils.
Her head started to feel light as her eyelids started feeling heavy. Yin and Yang, anyone? As much as she felt sleepy, Alex felt like inputting something, just so Karma knew that she was not looking forward to waking up not even if—.
…For a second there… She could've sworn she saw a smiling face.
…Whatever, it was probably some hallucination or something.
"Wake me up when hell freezes over." She muttered as sleep started to take her.
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It was early in the morning when the butler of the Phantomhive mansion—Sebastian, woke up. Of course, like every other day, he woke up before the entire Phantomhive household had risen. He went through his morning routine with a washed out feeling before setting out to the kitchen.
The birds were chirping, the sunshine peeking through the giant windows of the main hall of the Phantomhive Mansion and Sebastian Michaelis was bored.
As soon as he entered the kitchen he stopped to look out the window and at the morning sky. The sky seemed restless as it was painted a soft gray color. The dark moving clouds blending with the sky. The weather was sure to be cloudy today.
Sebastian quickly made his next meal's, or as he liked to call him, young master's breakfast.
"Nng," The butler froze as he heard that soft groan. If it wasn't for his demonic hearing he would have probably not heard it. He trained his eyes at the oven's side of the kitchen, before dismissing it as a figment of his delusional mind, after all, he was drowsy as yesterday was the first time in quite a while where he had slept. He merely tightened his tie before making his way to his young master's bedroom.
Of course, the bedroom was enshrouded in darkness, as the young master was a very depressed person and he liked the dark.
…Its most likely because the majority of people can't sleep with the lights open.
The butler walked over to the curtains and drew them open. He smiled at the small form under the white blanket.
"Young master, it's time to wake up," called Sebastian as he poured out the morning tea. "Today, the breakfast I have prepared consists of French toast and various salads, as a side dish, you can either eat scones or, once again, toast. The tea is of high quality Black Ceylon Tea. …Young master?"
A groan came out as a response.
Sebastian mustered up a false smile, it was a wonder he didn't cave in from all this stress.
"Young master, this won't do," he said as he walked swiftly to the bed. He wrenched the blankets of the boy. One azure eye stared back at him.
"Scones," he muttered, "and return the blanket to its place, Sebastian."
"Good morning to you too, my lord."
A groan emitted out of the boy.
Yes, it was a normal day in the Phantomhive household.
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"I stand corrected," Sebastian slipped out while he was smiling at the currently dying blond man as a small child strangled the life out of him. "This is another normal day in hell."
"Sebastian!" The two other amigos cried out.
A young woman ran over to him, her cherry-red pigtails bouncing with her. "S-S-Sebastian!" she stuttered. "A-an alien jumped out of the oven and choked Bard!"
"Yeah, Mey-Rin's right, Mister S-Sebastian," a blonde young boy nodded his head, his wide turquoise eyes shining with tears. "I'm s-scared!"
With one 'What the fudge are you talking about?" look directed to the Phantomhive servants, he backed out of the room.
"S-Sebastian?"
"Mister Sebastian!"
"What are you doing?" They both called out in union.
He massaged his temple as he replied through clenched teeth. "Something I should have done a long while ago."
"No! Don't leave us with the alien!"
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When Alex –again- came to, she felt much better than before. She seated herself in a comfortable position while she tried to think of what she did to get here.
Was she sold again…? Nah, the group wouldn't want to get rid of their only successful experiments, would they?
Did she accidently kick one of the member's in the place where the sun doesn't shine? …Maybe.
Memories of her escapade entered her mind. The last thing she saw was a creepy guy smiling down at her, how exactly did that get her here?
Well, he was the demon she contracted with, wasn't he? He probably got her out or something. Her hands reached up to her right eye; there was a tingling sensation in that area. Still… couldn't he put her somewhere more comfortable?
Her thoughts stopped when the wall to her left suddenly disappeared. Light filtered in the small place and a smiling face greeted her.
"I'm going to make the best lunch young master ever tasted! Holy shi—"
Alex immediately leaped onto the man, she leaned her face into him as she positioned her hands on his throat, "Who are you," she asked, squeezing slightly, "and where am I?"
The dirty blond tried to get out of the dirty girl's grip but her grip was one of steel, besides, he couldn't do much when his supply of oxygen was slowly dissolving, now, could he?
"I-I'm a poor American, y-you're in the—why you little!"
"Every 'poor American' has a name, does he not?" Alex had dug her knee into his ribcage, "Now, tell me your name." She growled at him.
"Now, now," A seductive voice rang from behind her, "as amusing as that was, I can't let you kill my co-worker, can I?" A pair of arms grabbed Alex as she cursed and kicked, struggling to get out of this person's hold. The man pushed her against a wall and leaned down to her. "Who are you and what are you doing here." He demanded. Ignoring the fact that he just re-told her question, she fell limp and breathed out, "It's you."
Sebastian merely blinked his auburn eyes but was answered. "You're that demon I contracted with." The girl whispered. Sebastian's eyes quickly went over to the talking triplets, but thankfully they hadn't heard, but he still had one question. His grip on the girl's wrist tightened as he slung her roughly over his shoulders. With inhumane speed he was soon outside of a room. He looked back at the girl but she didn't look surprised, merely observing her surroundings.
"You're not supposed to know that." Her head snapped to him, her deep azure left eye, the one which wasn't uncovered by her brown bangs, stared stoically at the man. "What do you mean?"
But Sebastian didn't answer her and opened the door to the room.
"Young master…?" A blue eye looked up lazily. "We have rats."
The boy let go of the pen he had been writing with and stared coldly at the small form in Sebastian's arms. "Is that so…?" He questioned emotionlessly. "Get rid of them, then. You know better than to waste my time, Sebastian." He sipped from the white glass cup of tea on his right.
If it was even possible, Sebastian's smile widened creepily, "She knows that I'm a demon." At that moment, the boys deep blue eyes widened incredibly as he did the most perfect spit take Sebastian had seen in his whole existence, and that's a very long time.
"H-How…this small thing, knows of your race?" The boy sputtered. His one eye stared at the child in interest."Well then, that just greatens the importance of which we have to get rid of his existence."
The person that Sebastian was currently holding her arms tightly shot the boy a look of annoyance, "This small thing has a name, so you would know better to at least explain to me what's happening," she glared fiercely at Sebastian, "and while you're at it, order this old demon to let go of me."
"Sebastian, let go of him," the boy ordered.
"But young master—" Sebastian began. "That's an order." The boy interrupted, "We might as well gather some information."
The demon let go of the girl, to whom she thanked him with a glare, she rubbed her arms as se evaluated the room she was in. It was a simple study, nothing unusual, other than its large size. "Have a seat," the weird boy said to her. She limped over to the chair facing the boy. It was then that the boy and his butler noticed the state of the girl. As she walked over to her seat, the sleeves of her ripped bloody button up shirt shifted as she walked, revealing the dried blood on both her arms. Scars and bruises covered parts of her skin which weren't concealed by cloth. Her legs were covered with red marks on her, her face was the only thing that wasn't injured, save for the fact that half of her face was covered by her side swept bangs. There was a bullet hole in the center of her button up shirt. When the girl took a seat, she stared coldly at the boy in front of her. "What do you want," she demanded, breaking the blue-head from his observation.
"How did you know that he was a demon?"
"He contracted with me," she shrugged. The blue head let a humorless chuckle overcome him. "I don't appreciate lying people, even if their little boys. Now, speak, how did you know of him being a demon?"
The 'boy' shot him an annoyed look, "I'm not a boy, and I'm not a liar." 'He' lifted his hands to his face, placing 'his' bangs behind 'his' right ear. "See for yourself." There, on her right eye, was a pentagram surrounded by a spiked circled.
The room was suddenly quite as the occupants of the room stared in surprise at the injured girl. "S-Sebastian," the boy began his voice unbelieving, "you made a contract besides me…? And you dare… you dare trick me, Ciel Phantomhive?"
"No, young master," the raven haired demon stared icily at the girl observing this drama fest called Black Butler, "I believe that I am as confused and outraged as you are, maybe even more so than you are."
"But unfortunately," the demon continued, "It seems that the mark in her face is truly mine." Suddenly, the demon was right in front of her, he tilted her face upwards and he leaned forward, studying the mark on her face. The warm breath on her face had the girl nervous, just as suddenly as he had come, he laughed, by now, the girl was completely sure the man was either high on sugar, or insane. "Don't touch me." She hissed, slapping his hands.
"Sebastian! Explain why you're laughing." The boy ordered.
Standing up properly, the butler gave the girl a devious smirk, "But of course my lord."
...Pause for maxium effects.
"I believe that I'm her mentor, as she is a half-demon, most likely her father or mother was a demon mate. She will become a pure bred demon at a certain age, which I don't know. As to how exactly I became her mentor, I also do not know. But now I must teach her the ways of a demon."
Ciel's visible eye widened in disbelief, as if he had never thought of the idea of other demons existing, he seemed to study her in a new light, before he sipped his tea. "I see," directing his attention to Alex, he asked "who are you."
"None of your business," she answered. The boy, Ciel Phantomhive, had a serious stoic look plastered on his porcelain face, his hair was a rare shade between teal and black. He was clad in the clothes of a Victorian noble, which Alex considered weird, as nobody in America dressed like that…But hey, she was kidnapped for two years, what does she know?
The teal haired boy sighed as if she was annoying him. "Listen here, little boy—" "Girl—" "It would make my life a lot easier if you just told me your name."
Alex gave him a brief glare before declaring in defeat, "Alright, but first you tell me your name."
Ciel returned the glare, "…Ciel Phantomhive, now you."
"Alex Black."
Ciel's eyebrow disappeared above his hairline, "A Black?"
She shrugged wondering why the boy was so surprised about her surname, "Yeah, what's it to you?" But the boy only frowned as if he was remembering something, finally, after what seemed like eternity to Alex –but was actually minutes- his head snapped up in interest. Ciel eyed the girl with increasing interest. Clearing his throat he gestured for Sebastian to come closer. The demon glided over gracefully as he awaited his master's order. "Bring me the Black Assassination file."
With a nod and a "Yes my lord," he departed the room leaving the two children alone. Ciel leaned back and closed his eye(s). Alex mimicked his actions, but she didn't expect herself to sleep, not at all.
There was a comfortable silence as Alex thought about all of these things that had been happening to her, she had never thought this would happen, but before her Father… slept, she had never even thought she would be kidnapped. The world truly was complicated. Unfortunately a certain boy had to interrupt her resting time.
"Aren't you surprised about being a demon?" he asked in a nonchalant tone, she half opened her eyes only to find him unmoving, not even his eyes opened. Her hate for the boy was slowly increasing; he was, in her opinion too nosy.
"…Not really, I'm used to it I guess." She dismissed him.
Unfortunately he didn't take the hint, "I myself am surprised."
"That's you," she said, her tone laced with annoyance, "not me. I don't think I've ever met a person who dresses like you."
Just as she closed her eyes he had to open his mouth, "Neither have I met a lady dressed in male clothing before."
Her eyes shot open in fury as the boy looked back lazily at her with his half-lidded eyes, "Listen here, pretty boy, what I do or dress like is none of your beeswax, when did you get so talkative?"
She closed her eyes in satisfaction at his surprised face, she didn't know why she had exploded like that, something about him reminded her of herself, and she didn't want to be reminded of her past. She had enough of that when she slept.
If she slept.
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"Young master…?" Sebastian entered to the picture of the sleeping two children. The two's eyes popped open. Well, seemingly sleeping children. "I have found the article."
Not even bothering to thank him, the boy ordered him to give it over.
Ciel became quite suddenly as his eyes devoured the entire article, finally, he spoke. "The Black family's bodies were found yesterday, in the evening. Earl Spencer and Countess Elice's bodies were found in the courtyard, their son, Lord William Drevis was also found. It is believed to be a case of assassination." Ciel looked up only to find the girl of who she named herself a 'Black' look out the window in disinterest.
"Aren't you listening," he glared at her, "In this article, it is stated clearly that the Black family all died in that day, and no one ever said there was a fourth member of the family."
She glanced lazily at him, "Cheap story, Phantomhive. First of all, nobody calls each other 'Earl' and 'Lord' these days, second of all, I'm American, thirdly, my father's name, last time I checked, was not Spencer. Thank you for listening."
Ciel's eyes went over to Sebastian, "Perhaps there were other families by that name."
Sebastian shook his head, "No, my lord. I'm afraid that's the only family that goes by the name of Black." He denied. The Demon and his meal stared at the annoyed girl in suspicion.
"I already told you, pretty boy, I'm not a liar," she growled, "and I'm American, besides," she grabbed the paper from Ciel's hands, "The date here says 1887. I might have been gone for two years but I'm sure it's 2013."
Disbelief clouded the rest of the room's occupant's. Alex was starting to become frustrated at their obvious denial. She swept her eyes over the Victorian Era styled room; there was nothing to prove her point. "No way… How did I… Travel back in time? And why was it that it had to be the Victorian Era? It's filled to the brim with sexists."
The two males eyed her as if she was crazy, but the after effects of her escapade were starting to tire her. For some reason thoughts of a backpack came into her mind, back pack…? What did that have to do with anything?
"Pardon me, but is that my face I see on your strange… bag?" Sebastian asked.
Alex drowsily checked her bag, to her surprise, the man's face was on her bag, and she blinked, "Yeah, I guess."
"Well then, why is his face on your bag?" Ciel demanded.
"How am I supposed to know?" The girl glared at him, "Besides, it's not mine, I suppose when I time travelled—That's it!" She fumbled as she threw the bag of, sliding the zipper open, a smirk appeared on her face as she got out an—
"This, my dears, is a camera," She declared to the curious faces before her, "A machine that captures many of your black mail opportunities! …And beautiful scenery, but that doesn't earn you money."
"And how do we know you're not lying?" Ciel said.
"You don't," she shrugged her bony shoulders as she messed with the machine, "It depends on whether you watch sci-fi movies or not, but I don't think they have these here." Suddenly a flash blinded both Ciel and Sebastian, the two blinked as Alex murmured, "Good enough," she threw the camera at Ciel's face, seconds before Ciel's face was to be mashed, Sebastian's arm shot out in inhumane speed to catch it. His eyes analyzed the picture, "It is rather advanced technology, nothing I have ever seen," he stated.
Ciel's eye narrowed at the object, "Give it to me," he ordered. Soon, he too, was dumbfounded.
"You two are the definition of dumb," Alex muttered, "Now, do you believe me?"
The two exchanged glances before they returned their attention to Alex. Ciel threw her the camera as his one eye narrowed, "We shall continue this later, as for now, let us have lunch," he said, "Sebastian, go make the preparations for lunch, we have a guest after all."
"Yes my lord," the man hurried to his duties. Ciel glanced at Alex before he chortled after him, "And call Mey-Rin to come here immediately." There was no reply, but the teal-haired boy leaned back and stared at the girl. "You need a bath,"
"Thank you for stating the obvious, Sherlock," she replied, as she too stared back at the boy.
"So, while we wait, we'll have a staring competition? Cheery," she commented.
"Hn."
Alex leaned back as well, she had tried to keep up a cheery attitude, or at least socialize, just as her father had wished, but she felt tired. She wasn't a people person, hell if she ever smiled. Smiling now seemed farfetched to her.
Hopefully, it wasn't too far away, at five feet zero she wasn't exactly what you call tall.
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SPLASH!
"M-Miss! Please don't splash around in the water; it is making a mess—eek!" The now drenched maid squeaked.
"Oh, sorry," Alex focused on her with a faltering small smile, "I haven't had a bath in some time, I just wanted to have some fun. I'm truly sorry ma'am, perhaps you would like to leave…?"
To her disappointment the maid shook her head so much, Alex hoped her head would fall off, how amusing would that be? "No, no, no!" the woman said, "It's quite alright Miss Alex! You're but a child; I can see your excitement. Although I do wonder how you happened to come to the oven?" Alex's smile erased its existence. Not that it looked much like a proper smile, more like a small smirk.
"Thank you," Not, "so very much for understanding, Miss…?"
"Mey-Rin, Miss Alex," she answered as she continued on with her ministrations. She squirted the tube of shampoo on Alex's head as she massaged it. Alex rested her head on the side of the large bathtub. She closed her eye in relaxation. Before she had went with Mey-Rin, Ciel had Sebastian bandage her eye. He had told her that the five pointed star was the sign of the demon. It was a wonder the soaked bandages didn't fall. In fact, it was a wonder Mey-Rin didn't see the mark.
"The reason of which I was in the, er, oven, was because I was inspecting its size, I was asked to see if it was as big as the one back home while I was visiting the Manor, I apologize if I had scared you, or annoyed you."
"I-I see," though it was obvious she didn't, "You didn't scare us a bit, Miss Alex." 'And who, might I ask, was the one who mistook me of an alien?' she thought while being massaged.
She didn't want to converse, but she wanted to know more about this place, and as discreetly as she could. So she started a conversation with Mey-Rin.
"So you're the only maid here, Miss Mey-Rin?"
The maid looked quite happy for the conversation as she stuttered. "Yes, I am, Miss Alex."
"I see," she murmured. "how long have you been here."
"A while, Miss Alex." A while how? Details, please.
"They must be thankful of your hard work," she said.
"Y-yes, well, I hope," she said, before starting to mumble, "Not that I have been very helpful. And master rarely thanks us." The smile returned to her face. A false one that Alex was all to acquainted with. Alex leaned up her face to look at Mey-Rin's face, she wondered how she looked without the glasses, she couldn't even see half of her face. Although she looked pretty, that she could admit. She felt as if she could understand her, in the first year of her downfall, nobody ever noticed her, much less thanked her.
But this brought something to her attention. 'So Phantomhive isn't grateful, hmm?' she thought, "What a narcissist." She muttered.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Mey-Rin questioned.
"Ah, nothing, I just can't help but admire you, smiling even though you don't look too happy," she replied absent mindedly, not realizing what she had said, she glanced at the flushed face of Mey-Rin.
"Thank you, Miss."
"You're welcome."
"By the way Miss Alex, the dandruff in your hair is gone now." She informed.
"Thank you, once again, Miss Mey-Rin, I hadn't the time to be careful of hygiene these days."
"Its quite alright, Miss Alex."
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Alex still couldn't get rid of the awe she contained of her room. As soon as Mey-Rin left –once she told her to inform the 'young master' that she was going to retire for the night- she had jumped on the bed. It wasn't her fault it was bouncy.
As she lay watching the ceiling, she remembered the bag. She quickly opened it and looked at all the objects inside. There was a black camera –Bonus: Sebastian's face included- a Ciel Phantomhive plushie –which she threw under the bed, never to be seen again- some jeans –that looked suspiciously like Ciel's ad Sebastian's- and a comic collection –including some CDs-.
Opening the comic book, she was greeted by the ruler of hell,
Ciel Phantomhive and his slave, Sebastian Something-or Other.
Cue gasp.
But then again, there were quite some… interesting scenes in there.
Scenes that had Alex awake the entire night.
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Until you came along.
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A/N: Hello there peeps! So sorry it took me three days to update but I was quite busy.
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