Onnashitsuji

A/N: I promised myself I'd update my fics before going off on vacation (finally!).

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

Four: The soul, arriving

So she hates a certain someone and she isn't telling me who or what that someone is. All I know is that it's a he—a male.

"So tell me," She stopped explaining so I bothered to ask her another question, "how do creatures like you, reproduce?" I was curious at that!

She flushed a very embarrassed red, "R-re-reproduce, your Majesty?" She chuckled nervously, "Why ask for such a question?"

"Because I'm curious, and as I've been taught, or as I've read in all those scientific books; reproduction is something all creatures do. Usually for people, they reproduce by—"

"Your Majesty! That's quite a very sensitive subject, even for people your age, you aren't supposed to know of such things."

I hated that statement, I shouldn't know those things just because of my age? "Why? Do you see me like every other girl my age?"

"No, your Majesty." She muttered.

"Good, now what does a Kingsleigh butler follow?"

"To attain your perfect world, shooting down any who prevent it, that is what the Kingsleigh butler follows." I loved hearing that from her, it always feels like I'm going to rule to world.

I am and always will be Alice Kingsleigh. The brat most English noblemen and women know. The girl who would rather be stuck in the library reading such adult material; I mean subjects which aren't fit for a young age—sciences, logistics, history, and not those adult novels. Although sometimes I'd rather go out on the fields, or ride horses, or practice archery rather than to be stuck at home doing nothing.

"Thank you for that, Teresa. You do know that every time I hear that from you or the quartet, I feel like I'm king of the world." I leaned back on the cushioned seats.

"Queen, your Majesty—you're a female." Surely I was, reddish-blonde hair falling into wavy cascades down my back, bright blue eyes looking at her, and a summer-themed dress around me.

"I know, I know. . ." I sighed, "But usually kings ruled over their empires, queens would just be another symbol of their power." From what I've read, that's true enough.

And with that came silence. . .

And then it hit—it stopped, the carriage stopped, so I guess we've finally arrived haven't we?

The door slowly creaked open; I should get Clarence to fix that since he basically fixes everything—and a white-gloved hand appeared on the side, signaling for us to exit the carriage. I placed my hand on top of the gloved one and descended onto the ground. I looked over to the person to thank him, and my gosh that was the most beautiful sight—rather person I've ever seen up to date. Surely he was older by a couple of years, but still the man was gorgeous. He looked so well, neatly kept hair but with a dash of the wild side, and red, dark red eyes that are literally shinning.

It was sight to behold, but—

"Alice! Alice!" I nearly lost my footing when something pink with a high-pitched voice came crashing onto me, it was Lizzy.

"L-Lizzy!" I exclaimed in shock, she never really grew up; she's still that bubbly child from long ago. Bright blonde curls fixed in pigtails, a pink hat-like headdress, and her signature frilled dresses and expensive boots.

"I'm very happy to see you again, Lizzy." I smiled at her as she got herself off of me.

+View change+

As she went out of the carriage, I took the time to change out of this rib-crushing garment and into my usual clothes, a black and blue suit. For beings like us, it was common to be able to change into various attires of the same or opposite sex; I just preferred wearing male suits rather than dresses. I removed the blue feathery hair accessory and replaced it with a black beret. Instead of the dark blue dress, I now wore a dark blue long-sleeved blouse, a pair of black pants, a black vest and black loafers.

I got out of the carriage sent for us ignoring the extended palm, only to receive that eerily familiar scent when I reached the ground. My eyes narrowed as the sc

ent filled my lungs, it wasn't foul-smelling, but it was familiar—sickeningly familiar.

I squinted my eyes to the left, the figure still had his hand extended, silently asking me to take it—possibly. I ignored him and made my way towards Alice, who was being suffocated by her "friend".

"You wouldn't even pause to show your thanks." A voice came up behind me, I glanced to the right, the figure was there—he was taller than me by an inch or so.

"Miss Alice has already given her thanks, and that is all the thanks you deserve." I walked away, he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Nonetheless, you could have at least provided some gratitude." Was he actually demanding that I thank him? For what?

"And why should I? I need not of any assistance, exiting a carriage is a simple task one can do, and that's the reason why they placed a handle beside the door." I stated.

"You could have taken notice of the other's efforts and thank them for it." He was persistent.

"Well those efforts are unnecessary," I was what peasants would say; pig-headed.

"At least think of their selflessness," He was getting philosophical.

I sighed, shrugging his hand off of my shoulder, "Alright then, thank you—" I walked away, "For your needless effort." I smirked; truly, I was as stubborn as I was loyal to Miss Alice.

A/N: +screams+ MARY SUE ALERT! MARY SUE ALERT! +relaxes+

Alright, I've been bugging myself because of those reasons, I'll rewrite the entire situation/s when I get ideas, but for now. . . Any suggestions? Feedback? Critiques? All are very much appreciated.