Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hey guys! In all honestly, I was just very excited to start this next part so… yeah that's why it's up so soon =3 Yeah, sorry but I'm going to be bombarding you with a batch of new OCs for a while. So if you don't like it… well sorry about it ^^ Oh if you have your own OC I can add it to my story ^^ And I was thinking of turning this is a sort of chess game. You'll see what I mean when I go along with the story =3 so… 32 players? And who will the players be? =O Dang which side will Sophie be on, White or Black?... hmmm… yeah and I may add some Alice in Wonderland and Looking Glass fun in here! I'll just see what happens, hmm ^^ It won't be based on the Kuroshitsuji version though. It'll will probably just be my OCs if I ever get around to it… but whatever! As I said I don't know if I'll do it ^^ Well as always, ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! Comment if you have any ideas for me ^^ and THIS IS A TIMELAPSE! There is a date in this chapter that tells you what time she is in, but just so you know =3 Sorry I'm overly excited right now. So many ideas and I'm not at the point to use them yet! 3
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An exhausted supervisor groaned in his chair as he signed forms, his head looking up when a younger shinigami threw the door open and casually walked into the room. "Hey'ah!" he waved to him as he walked into the room, brushing a black glove through his blonde hair. "I filled out those forms you wanted Mr. Spears… hey what's wrong?" he pouted slightly, noticing that his supervisor was rubbing his head in frustration.
"Nothing," William grumbled, running a hand through his hair as he looked at his notes. "We are just understaffed and my superiors have been on my back that Mr. Sutcliff is showing up every other day –"
"Oh Grell wanted me to tell you that he was taking another sick day and tell his boss," the young blonde smirked, dumping the stack of papers in his hand on William's desk.
"Thank you… for telling me that now Mr. Knox," William seemed to growl at him, looking at the first piece of paper on the thirty page stack of paper in front of him.
"Hey I said to call me Ronald~" he smirked, turning around to leave. Then he flinched, hearing his supervisor jumping out of his chair and rummaging through his files and folders. "Hey Mr. Spears, is something the matter?"
William narrowed his eyes at the shinigami as growl escaped his lips when he asked him the question. "Why didn't you tell me that the replacement from the American Division is coming today?"
"I didn't even know that was a problem!" he huffed, opening the door but was pushed aside by William as he ran out of his office. In a matter of seconds William was gone, leaving Ronald at the door. "Huh," he thought as he closed the door behind him, "I wonder why he's in a rush?"
"Mr. Knox what did you do this time?" another shinigami laughed as he tilted back in his chair at his cubical, "or was it Mr. Sut~~cliff~ again?"
"I don't know Mr. Slingby," Ronald shrugged, running a hand through his blonde hair, "but he has been jumpy a lot lately. Apparently we're expecting another shinigami from the American Division. Hopefully he'll be better at working than Grell is. "
"We are understaffed," he shrugged, swing back over to his desk and back to his forms, "but we will just let Mr. Spears handle everything. I'm getting back to work." Ronald nodded and left, walking over to his own cubical close by to Mr. Slingby's and began to work diligently on his own paperwork.
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A dark figure dripping wet and panting walked into a white building, causing the secretary at the front desk to flinch back in fright. Instead of wearing the traditional suit and tie, this shinigami was wearing a long black trench coat, baggy and somewhat torn brown pants, black cowboy boots, a dark red bandana around their neck, which may have been a different colored but had turned red over time, and a torn and slightly burnt big black cowboy hat that completely covered their face. The shinigami's hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, the secretary noticing that the hair was a dark auburn, but that could have been because their hair looked dusty and wet. "H-hello…" the woman said as the shinigami approached her counter with a footlocker and messenger bag. "How may I help you today?"
"Yes hello," the shinigami began, the woman's mouth slightly dropping when she noticed that it was a soft feminine voice. "I have transferred from the American Division and was told to go to this building. So… what should I do right now?"
"Ummm… oh yes," she chuckled nervously, grabbing a form from the back. "I will need to see some ID first."
"Certainly," the American woman said, handing her ID to the woman behind the desk. The woman grabbed it and looked it over, reading the contents on the ID and looked at the form in her hand. "Ah yes, number 3498-52430785. We've been expecting you… though you're thirty minutes late."
"Sorry about that," she shrugged as she grabbed the forms and her ID from the woman's hand, "but the ship arrived later than expected. Plus I almost missed the ship due to a tornado and… well that's all you need to know." Then she gave her a slight smile and tipping her hat. "I best be going then –"
"W-wait!" the secretary said, "You need to wait here for your temporary supervisor to come down an –"
"I don't have time for those who can't show up on time and wait for me," she shrugged, walking away from her. "Besides, I have other things I have to go and do first. If my temporary supervisor wishes to speak with me then he will have to wait like everyone else," she finished, leaving the secretary stunned.
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The woman with the black cowboy hat stopped at a door, knocking on it gently. "Is a Doctor Jenna Peterson there?" she asked, the door opening to reveal a woman sipping on some tea.
"Yes this is her," Jenna said with a yawn as she shifted the white trench coat on her shoulders, "and why are you here today?"
"Well I…" the woman paused before cracking a smile. "I am one of those regulars you see practically once a day in the infirmary. So I decided I will cut across the middle man and ask for a primary doctor. You see Doctor Peterson, I get injured easily and I need to be checked at least once a week because of a heart condition I have. Plus I heard you are one of the best doctors in the division and I wish for your services because I just transferred here from the American Division."
"I can't see why you can't see a different doctor," she sighed before inviting the woman in, "but I guess word has gone through the division that I must be the best."
"Actually all the way to the Americas madam," the woman said, taking off her hat as she walked into the room.
Jenna blinked in confusion and looked at her wardrobe, mostly staring up at her auburn hair. "Strange…" she thought to herself, sitting down at her desk and sipping at her tea again. "So do you have the necessary forms?"
"Of course," the woman said, grabbing her forms from her messenger bag and handing it to her. "I filled out everything as I made my way here. I can't be seeing my doctor if I will be working here, so I took the time to fill out the necessary transfer forms. Plus I had you as a doctor while I was living here earlier so…" she shrugged.
Jenna nodded and set her forms down on her desk, looking through a stack of papers. "Why I don't seem to mind this, but first can I see your ID?" The woman nodded and handed her ID, Jenna not really looking at it before they heard a knock at her door. "Yes?" she asked as a male shinigami with uncombed brown hair peeked into the room. "Oh Alan Humphries," Jenna smiled, "is something wrong?"
"N-no," he said as he peeked into the room. "I just wanted to say thank you for not telling anyone about my… problem."
"Of course," Jenna nodded as she continued to sip her tea.
Then Alan's eyes wandered over to the shinigami sitting with one leg crossed over the other."Ummm… can I ask who are you?" Alan asked, the woman shinigami turning around and looking over at him.
"Why I'm Sophia Serbus," she smiled, holding out her hand. He smiled, shaking her hand and letting go. "I'm new here. I just moved in from the American Division because we were told you were understaffed." Jenna blinked in confusion and studied her ID closer, her eyes going wide.
ID Number: 3498-52430785
Sophia M. I. Serbus
Paranormal Operations, Director; North America, The West
Sector Administrator: Daniel R. Grosvenor
Ranking: Expert
Exam Grade Average, A; Mentor, Grell Sutcliff
Final Exam Grades: Practical Technique, A; Written, A; Ethics, C
Souls Collected: 17,283
Missions Failed: 7
Death Scythe: Modified, Legal
Glasses: Modified
Administrator Notes: The Dark Rider. Professional. Neat, orderly. Youngest supervisor in the Americas. "First impressions are the key to success."
"S-sophie… you're back?" Jenna practically jumped out of her seat, causing Alan to flinch back as she rushed over and grabbed the red head in a tight grip. "We thought you wouldn't be coming back! How are you?"
"Oh Jenna don't pull a Grell," she smirked, grabbing her ID from her hand and handing it to Alan for him to look at. "I'm fine. Haven't fainted in… about a month now," she shrugged as Alan looked at her ID.
"So your know Grell Sutcliff?" Alan asked as he raised an eyebrow. Sophie gave him a nod and gently pushed Jenna off of her. "Paranormal Operations… wow I heard of you guys, but your department is said to be very tough. Especially in the Americas."
"Yeah well… you just go with it," she shrugged, grabbing her ID back and putting it in her pocket. "So can I expect that you will be my primary doctor here?"
"Yes!" Jenna smiled as she sat back down. "I'll get right to it. Hah! Wait till everyone hears that you're back."
Sophie smiled and gave her a nod, walking out of the room with Alan right behind her. "Say Mr. Humphries," she said as she looked at the forms in her hand, "I was able to find my room, but the place has changed a little since I was last here. Do you know where the Dispatch Management Division is?"
"Sure," Alan smiled, "and I can show you to your supervisor if you like."
"Oh I can't ask for that," Sophie chuckled nervously. "That's asking too much –"
"Surely ma'am, it's no problem at all," he smiled causing Sophie to beam.
"Great! Here's the room," she said as he handed her the form.
Alan looked it over and smirked, handing her the folder back. "I know where that is. Just follow me." Sophie nodded and followed after him, putting her black cowboy hat back on top of her head as they made it back to the main hallway.
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"I can't believe we have a female here!" Ronald laughed, causing Alan to smack him across the head. "Ow! Geeze…" Sophie smirked and sipped her tea, looking at the three shinigamis in front of her as they taunted and laughed with each other. A slight frown came across her features as she remembered her coworkers back in America. How she was missing them… perhaps this wasn't the best idea to transfer yet? It was the only time she had to do it, especially since the snow had stopped falling and the weather was getting better. "So Mrs. Serbus," Ronald asked and snapping her out of her thoughts, "have you heard of the Dark Rider?"
Sophie glanced over at Alan, who was giving her a smirk, and she looked back at the younger shinigami and shrugged. "Maybe. Why?"
"Oh," he said sadly, "I figured, since you were a director at the American Division, that you would! So… I guess not…"
"She is the Dark Rider Ronald," Alan had to say, getting a headache from the noise.
"Really?" Ronald jumped up. "S-so what's it like? I heard the Dark Rider is tough."
"Meh I guess," Sophie shrugged as she crossed her hands over her chest and had one of her legs crossed over the other. "I was in the Wild Wild West. With many bandits and robbers there was bound to be demons lurking around and trying to kill us. Plus there is a vast area of just desert, as far as the eye can see. Then I was promoted and eventually took over the Western half of North America, but that gave me the chance to travel north during the summer and south when it got cold. So I wasn't stuck in one place all the time," she smiled. "I don't know where this tough thing was introduced. Could you care to explain, Mr. Knox~?"
"O-oh ummm…" he chuckled sheepishly as he looked away.
"Is the lady's man is suddenly shy?" Mr. Slingby laughed, causing Ronald to narrow his eyes at him.
"Let the boy have some fun Eric," Alan nudged Eric, giving a nod at Ronald as Eric grumbled to himself. Even though Alan figured Mr. Spears would be back at any moment, it was a good chance to get to know their new coworker. Besides something was bothering him: why would a director of a special department want to take a low job in the middle of London? It didn't make sense.
"Well…" Ronald began again as he scratched his nose, "It's just something that has been going around recently. Now I can tell everyone that I met the Dark Rider. That's awesome!" Then he shrugged, "Plus I find it cool that I have the same mentor as you."
"You mean Grell?" she asked, getting out a sigh as she tilted her hat up. "How is he? Is he doing well? I haven't been able to talk to anyone here so…"
"Ummm… I'm not sure," Ronald frowned, the other two shinigamis looking over at him with interest. "He's been going downhill recently, and today he wanted me to tell William that he needed a day off. I don't know… About a month ago they got into an argument and now they aren't talking to each other."
"Why is Grell working here?" Sophie asked, looking over at the older shinigamis, "because I remember that he had gotten a promotion as a supervisor and manager before I left. What happened?"
"Well we needed more field officers," Eric shrugged, "and Mr. Sutcliff was the first to ask for a demotion. Honestly the man has caused us more problems than solutions, but at least Mr. Spears has kept him in line… till now."
"As Ronald said, it happened about a month ago. There was yelling from Mr. Spears' office as the two argued about… something. I don't know what they were quarreling about, but it made Mr. Sutcliff leave the building for the rest of the day," Alan continued. "I wonder where he is. Do you know where Mr. Sutcliff is today?"
"No," Ronald sighed. "I knocked on his door because I was running late and Grell said he wasn't going to go to work today. He pulls this all the time but… this time his tone of voice seemed different."
Sophie nodded, letting a tired sigh escape her lips. "Well… I better go talk to him as soon as I can. I think he'll be glad to see me anyways," she smirked, lifting up her head suddenly and looking down the hall.
The other shinigamis followed her gaze, a smirk coming from Eric and Ronald face while Alan let out a weary sigh. "I give up –" William paused in the middle of his mumbling, noticing the man, or woman after closer examination, sitting on Eric's desk and his officers looking over at him with interest. "What is everyone doing?" he frowned.
"Wow a prick as always," Sophie said, jumping off of the desk and walking up to him with a narrow gaze. "Hello. I'm your new officer, Sophia Serbus or the Dark Rider as I guess my reputation has decided to call me," she shrugged.
William coughed slightly, suddenly realizing who she was. "S-sophie… I didn't know it would be you –"
"Well of course you didn't," she shook her head, "but what do you expect? I practically fell off of the face of the earth, but now I'm back. Actually recently back, but I want to get this paperwork done so I can change and call it a day."
William nodded and ushered her to his office, sending her inside as he looked over at his officers. "Now get back to work," he narrowed his eyes, slamming the door as he walked in. "So Mrs. Serbus," he said as he walked around his desk and sat down, letting Sophie sit down in a chair before he continued. "If I had know in would be you then… So you became a director quickly. Could you tell me how?"
"Hmmm…" Sophie thought before giving him a smirk. "It's rather simple Mr. Spears, but I don't think I have to give you an explanation on where I've been and what I've done with my life. I'll leave that for someone else who cares," she grinned, causing William to frown. "Hey stop being a hothead! Can't you take a joke? Geeze…"
"Sophia Serbus, what exactly do you want to accomplish with your stay here?" he asked, causing Sophie to roll her eyes and lounge in the chair. "Why would a person of a higher position then me want to come and work here?"
"Why did Grell want to become a field officer and demote himself?" she asked him, causing William to frown. "For one, we need the workers. The American Division has enough shinigamis and graduates coming in that we don't need help. We have been getting forms after another for transfers over to the European Divisions. When I saw that they needed a few to come to England I accepted, handing my position over to the next young shinigami. Plus the new shinigami in my position earns the promotion more than I ever did. I simply don't have the time and clearly they gave me the job because of my reputation." Casually she took a water skin out of her messenger bag and began to drink from it, waiting till it was practically empty before she continued. "Second, as I said, I don't have the time right now. All the paperwork I have to fill out every day didn't give me time to do my other jobs. Don't even ask what they are; I didn't even tell my supervisor what the jobs are and you don't even want to know." Then she put her water skin away and let out a sigh, looking over at a belt buckle sitting neatly on a nearby shelf with a bunch of books and she smirked. "Lastly is the reason Grell probably wanted to leave his position. I love the field work. Taking souls and reaping bodies. If I had gotten another promotion, which they were planning on giving me in a few more months, then I wouldn't have anymore field work. Do you know what the Paranormal Operations does William? It is a branch off of the Dispatch Management Division. We work on taking down demons and any other potential threats to the souls we reap. Because of my position I have learned a lot about many different species and subspecies of supernatural beings, and even deeper than that. That is my job and it complements the other jobs I've had to do anyways, but now I am unable to do everything I need to do. Besides I don't plan on staying in your management. I think this is only temporary anyways or that's what they've told me… do you understand Mr. Spears?"
"Clearly," he said, grabbing a mug and sipping his tea. He paused slightly and frowned, noticing the tea had gotten cold. "But you didn't answer my question. Why are you back?"
"… why did I leave?" she asked him back, causing him to pause slightly as she smirked. "You know why William, I didn't want to. I was forced. Even if it is in my best interest to stay away from England I need to come back. I just have a feeling that I need to be here right now. Besides," she shrugged as she looked out his window, "my other jobs need me to be in Europe. It works out… alright?"
"I guess," he sighed, setting his tea down. "I am hoping you won't be trouble for –"
"I will only be trouble if you make it so," she smirked, standing up from her seat to leave. "Now if you excuse me, it's time for me to go."
"Wait," he said, causing her to stop, "I have to go over standard procedure with you." Sophie narrowed her eyes and set down her bag on the chair, refusing to sit back down again. "First off are your forms." She sighed and grabbed them out of her bag and handed them to William, narrowing her eyes as he took his time looking them over. "Today is February 19, 1888 and you will start your first shift tomorrow. You shall arrive every day by 8:30am and leave by 5pm –"
"I cannot do that," she insisted, causing him to frown. "I need to be able to get off of work at 3pm so I can slee –"
"I do not care for the details," William mumbled to her. "Be here at 8:30 and leave at 5pm sharp. Is that clear?" She growled but gave him a slight nod, causing him to smirk slightly. "The latest to show up is 9am. We are mostly dayshift Mrs. Serbus. If you need to work at nights then transfer somewhere else. Because of the lack of workers we sometimes take the nightshifts and have overtime, so be prepared." Then he handed her a form, Sophie looking it over as he continued. "Since it's almost 2pm, I won't bother with giving you work right now. You will be taking the desk next to Ronald and you will get your new ID in a few weeks. Because of your experience I will give you the more difficult jobs if we are given any. You can take your lunch break whenever you want, but it's only an hour once a day." Then Sophie smirked, noticing that he mumbled to himself about Grell not following proper procedures before continuing. "You are given holidays off and several more days, if you desire. According to your forms, I have to give you three months off, or 90 days off… why?"
"Injuries," Sophie shrugged causing William to nod knowingly. "But I may need more depending on what field work I have to do. Some months I spend more time in the infirmary than anywhere else."
"I understand," he sighed as he sat back in his chair in thought. "We have another shinigami here who needs to go to the infirmary daily, so I will allow it… How about this? I give you 90 days off, but if you are injured I will give you the time off for free. Okay?"
Sophie blinked in confusion and nodded, cracking a slight smile. "S-sure… sound great! Thanks."
He nodded to her and looked at the forms, setting them down on his desk and turning his attention to Sophie. "By the way, it's great to see you again."
"Same here," she smiled, tipping her hat to him and standing up, "but what about my wardrobe? Must I wear a suit and tie every day?"
"… Keep it casual," he shrugged. "If you want to wear the suit and tie that's fine by me. If you prefer to wear the wardrobe you're wearing now that's also fine. In other words Mrs. Serbus, you are in a higher position then I and I cannot push the dress code on you."
"Good," she smirked, about to leave the office. "Oh," she remembered, turning her head before she opened the door, "and tell Grell that I want to talk to him. I don't know where he is, but I need to catch up with him."
"You can tell him tomorrow," William sighed, going back to his paperwork as Sophie rolled her eyes.
"Same old Mr. Tyrant," she mumbled to herself, walking out of his office and closing it with a slam that made William flinch.
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Sophie let out a grunt as she jumped down from a tree, landing next to a sturdy young man who was standing next to a tall tree. "About time you get here," he grumbled, running a hand through his pure black hair.
"Sorry but I wanted to nap for a few minutes," she grumbled back as she fixed the black cowboy hat on her hair and made sure her hair was up in a neat ponytail. "So Harry," she began as she looked at his gold eyes with a smirk, "what's up?"
"Nothing much," he shrugged as they looked over a small encampment in the middle of the woods. "Jamal has been looking for you… say did you transfer yet?"
"Arrived in London this morning," she sighed as she scratched the back of her neck, "but I don't know if I can do this."
"Huh?" Harry asked as he followed Sophie into the encampment. "I thought the whole point in moving to Europe is to make our jobs easier."
"Well I doubt it will happen," she grumbled to herself as she put her hands in her pockets. "My superior is Mr. Ty~rant and I have to be at work from 8:30am to 5pm, meaning I won't be able to sleep! Maybe less than an hour… but I need to be ready for overtime also. This may prove to be difficult."
"Mr. Tyrant?" Harry snickered. "You told me about him. You're giving that poor shinigami a bad reputation around here."
"Oh he deserves it," Sophie smirked, "especially now. Go gather the other angels and we'll head out."
"Yes Serbus," Harry bowed slightly, taking off into the camp and waking a few of them from their naps.
Sophie looked at her pocket watch and looked at the time, '6:01pm…' "Great," she sighed to herself when Harry arrived back. "And tell Jamal that I won't be able to go to the meeting tomorrow."
"Sophie…" he frowned, "he's going to start yelling again. That is a meeting with Gabriel! I don't know…"
"Hey I just don't have the time right now," she shrugged, "and it's in the middle of the afternoon anyways. Besides I'm usually on time for the other meetings… just fill me in on the details."
"Sure," Harry shrugged as they waited, "but I don't want to be yelled at –"
"Then I'll talk to him when we get back," Sophie shrugged, slipping her watch back into her pocket and grumbling with her arms crossed over her chest.
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A/N: Woot! The next chapter is up! So what do you think? I rather like that Sophie was sent to America, since I know about it anyways ^^ Oh do you know any significant events that may have happened in America from 1872 to 1888? Because I got nothing over here . Well that's it for now. I hope you guys comment me back ^^ And I hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to make the chapters smaller, but I won't make any promises X3
Harry – German – home ruler
Jamal – Arabic – handsome
Gabriel – Anglicized form of Greek Gabriēl (Hebrew Gabriyel), meaning "man of God" or "warrior of God." This is the name of one of the seven archangels of religious lore. In the bible, he is known as the messenger angel, he is one of the two highest-ranking angels, and apart from Michael is the only other angel given a name in the Old Testament where he is first mentioned in the Book of Daniel. He is the angel who announced the births of John the Baptist and Jesus. He is said to watch over Iran (Persia), and in Ezekiel's vision of the cherubim (the four sacred animals), the face of the eagle corresponds to him. In ancient astrology, he corresponds to the sign of Taurus and rules over the moon