Onnashitsuji
A/N: No one's reading? Haha, finally had the right mind to update... LOL.
Disclaimer: You and I both know that I do no own Kuroshitsuji—I only own the OCs.
Warnings: OCs, possible OoC-ness and cliché-ness, some language, sexual implications, violence
Onnashitsuji
Two: The soul, contracted
"—Perfection."
Darkness. . .
"Am I—Am I dead?"
"You aren't, but your faith is."
I shot up, gasping for air. . . I was—I was alive!
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting for air, and looking around my room as I sat upright in bed—everything was in order, nothing out of the place, nothing out of the ordinary. So it was all just one big nightmare, like every night—
"I see you are awake, your Majesty."
—in the past.
Her voice was velvety; somehow loving and caring, as she emerged from behind the heavy pink, yellow-embroidered curtains, opening them at the same time, letting the sunlight fill the dim room into a flush of vibrant color.
"I am," I yawned, stretching my arms and back, "Teresa."
"This morning's breakfast is—" And almost at that instant there was this mouth-watering scent filling the room, chocolate perhaps? Or maybe raspberry? Cheese?
"—Raspberry scones with strawberries, cinnamon dusted chocolate pancakes, poached eggs with cheese on toast, Forest Berry tea, and apricot preserves."
Nearly the same as always and yet she never ceases to amaze me. She sets a silver food tray on my reading desk, pulling out the desk chair; she motions me to sit down.
I stop, "Is anything the matter, your Majesty?" She asked with the all-too clam tone in her voice.
Why did I stop? "N-nothing, you shouldn't be troubled. . ." I slid from atop the bed, and sat onto the desk chair, which was surprisingly close.
"Today's agenda if I may," She said, as I inhaled the sweet scent of the tea.
"It seems you only have one agenda today," She cleared her throat, recovering an envelope from her breast pocket, "We have been invited by Miss Elizabeth Middleford and—"
Wait, Middleford? Lizzy!
"Lizzy!" I nearly coughed out the tea, but luckily not.
"Yes," She cleared her throat—killjoy, emotionless her. "—and Earl Phantomhive to the earl's manor. It seems they have heard about your recent arrival from Italy—"
Phantomhive. . . Ciel!
"Shall I prepare the—" I cut her off,
"Get going Teresa! I wouldn't want to be late!" I shouted in shock and excitement.
I started eating fast, good thing my parents wouldn't see me acting in such a 'barbaric' way. "But, your Majesty it's for afternoon tea, and it hasn't been past noon yet."
I sighed at her serious exterior, "Seriously, Teresa, you need to relax. Even the quartet is following your example."
The quartet, a simple band of siblings consisting of two sister and two brothers who don't talk unless spoken to, and if you do, they'll only utter one to three words.
"Alright your Majesty. . ." She trailed off, opening the door, "I shall prepare the carriage." And she left.
Honestly Teresa, what you need is either, a vacation, a good cup of Earl Grey, or the adventure of love. Haha, that's funny, I can't even imagine her with anyone, she's too much of a serious, literal-minded, extremely loyal butler, she doesn't want to be called maid or maiden.
Anyway, getting back, I can't believe Lizzy and Ciel knew that I came back, so I'm guessing the two cousins have finally formed a truce, eh?
". . . And yes, they have been notified by outside means of your arrival." I can feel that cringe in her voice. She was wearing a dress I picked out for her.
"So that was it!" I exclaimed, ignoring half of what she said, "So—" I started, eyeing her posture; she had her arms around her chest, in protection probably, "Why are you sitting like that?"
"Your Majesty," She coughed out, making me look at her directly, her eyes showing a feel of discomfort and contempt, "Why must you force me into these garments?"
"What?" I laughed, "Would you rather be naked?"
"Pardon me, but I find these dresses—" She coughed out, "Very uncomfortable, how can women at this age be comfortable when there's that feeling. . ."
"Feeling? What feeling?" I didn't understand, what could she mean by feeling?
"That discomforting feeling when there is air brushing past your legs."
"Nevermind that, Teresa. . ." I rolled my eyes, really can she be less of a woman?
A/N: Am about to rewrite the entire story and will delete this once I've rewritten the first chapter. So, I would really need feedback right about now. . . So please? Review?