Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Well I decided it was about time I start posting chapters. I DO hope I did well in my finals. My testing is all done, but I have two more things to do so I'll have to do that over the weekend. WHATEVER! ONE DAY LEFT! It's only two classes on Monday, boring classes must add, but whatever. I have time to review so I will now. Plus you've waited all week. It's about time for a new one =3
!#$%^&*()
Sophie blinked, shielding her face as her eyes adjusted to the intense light around her. She groaned, rubbing her eyes as she squinted and tried to turn away from the bright light. What she saw behind her caused her mouth to drop, noticing large white buildings surrounded by large white, fluffy clouds. "W-where…" she thought quietly to herself, looking down and noticing that she was stepping on a large puffy substance. She ran her fingers through the ground and watched the mist evaporate from her hands. Yep, clouds. She cautiously walked over to the edge and looked down, stepping back startled as she noticed how high up she was from the ground. Now she was curious, deciding that she'd be able to find out where she is if she went towards the white buildings. The buildings were very similar to the white buildings back in the shinigami realm, but something was different. There was a bright glow from them as if there was light radiating from the buildings, something the buildings back on earth never did. Also the structures were grander, large rustic steeples and buildings as far as the eye can see. She wondered how the clouds could support all the weight, but since this was obviously a supernatural realm she didn't want to argue with herself and continued on. Sophie cautiously made her way to the buildings, putting her black cloak over her face to hide her face from view. Walking inside she noticed everyone wearing bright colors of white, blinding her with their intense glows. She groaned, deciding to take a right and casually making her way down the white hallways looking around.
Once again it was similar to the shinigami realm, the beings minding their own business and not bothering her. She wondered if this was expected in all realms, but as she continued to walk she began to get nervous. Something suddenly tightened in her throat with a feeling that she had been here before, but yet everything felt very unfamiliar. She sighed, running a hand through her hair and not noticing the being slowing sneaking up on her to startle her. "S-sophia?" someone asked from behind her, "Sophia Serbus is that you –"
"Yes it is," she answered as she turned around, "How do you know – … Harry. How are you?"
"I'm fine thanks," he chuckled nervously, "but you shouldn't be here. We need to bring you back –"
"Why? Where are we? Why are you so nervous?" Sophie asked him, the older being sighing as he held out his hand for her to grab.
Sophie griped his hand, blinking confused as she instinctively felt as if she had felt this hand before. "Come over this way," Harry ushered her and pulled her off to the side of the hallway. He brought her down a long corridor, emerging into a room with several chairs for them to sit down. Sophie gripped his hand tightly as he sat down on a couch, the little girl following behind him and sitting next to him. "I'll tell you where you are I suppose," he sighed. "You're in the angelic realm, where angels live."
"Oh?" Sophie gasped, "R-really?" She looked around, the angel gripping her hand and causing her to look back at him.
She noticed the worry in his eyes, the angel frowning as he looked away. "S-so why are you here? Why are you a child –"
"I used all my energy saving little Alistair," Sophie explained, "thus my soul split into two and I flew out of my body. I was looking around and found these old passage ways under the shinigami buildings, and when I stepped onto a pattern in the ground I disappeared in a bright light and ended up here. Why?"
"Oh really?" he blinked, chuckling as he held his chest. "I see… No wonder I can't see any stains on you. Your soul is just as beautiful as when it left."
"L-left?" Sophie looked at him confused. "W-what do you mean?"
"Well it – … ummmm…" Harry thought to himself, trying to come up with the best way to explain the situation. "Your original soul, I mean the soul that's right here right now, is the old soul of an angel… a pure cherubim."
"C-cherubim?" Sophie looked at him confused. "Whatever do you mean?"
"Your soul was placed into the body of a human woman, who gave birth to you and gave you the name Sophia Serbus," Harry continued. "Thus, the soul that is here right now is the old soul of an angel, alright? Do you understand that much so I can continue?"
"… N-not really," Sophie sighed, "but continue I suppose."
Harry smiled, deciding to continue on with his explanation even though Sophie was reluctantly looking at him. "You see, only angels can enter this realm. Through that circle you walked into you ended up here, and you can only end up here if you are an angel. From the looks of things you were separated from that tainted soul inside of you, thus you were able to appear without any problems… did you understand that?"
"I think so," Sophie slowly nodded, "but I guess that would explain the wings I have."
"Wings?" Harry looked at her questionably.
"Yes," Sophie said, standing up and looking behind her back. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, a huge gust of air blowing into the room as her wings spread out behind her and white feathers flew into the room. Harry gasped at this, standing up to his feet and backing away startled. She flapped her wings before looking at him, a frown on her face as she saw the frightened expression on his face. "W-why are you scared?" she pouted.
"I-'m sorry but…" he paused before taking a few steps to her, grabbing her hands and looking at her sadly. "I-it's just… I've missed you."
"Miss me?" Sophie looked at him questionably. "Whatever do you mean by that?"
Harry sighed, a chuckle escaping his throat as he sat her back down and kept her hands in his. "I was once a cherubim too," he began to explain, "and at the time I met you we were on guard right outside the royal throne. You… we began to talk and you could say we fell in love." He chuckled under his breath, gently letting go of her hands. "I don't expect you to remember. See you had told me about what was going to happen that Death would take you down to the world below and place your soul into that of a young maiden to counteract the evil soul that was placed there. I never understood what you meant, but then you left all of the sudden. You fluttered away without giving me a reason for your disappearance! When I saw you down there on earth I knew I had to do something. So I placed a piece of my own soul into a young babe that was going to be born and depleted my position to the point of an angel so I could always be with you as your guardian."
"Yeah," Sophie shrugged, "so what? That was over and done with. I am not technically the divine anymore and I'm fine with that. Why are you so upset –"
"You don't understand!" he stopped her. "I love you!... but… but I know I can never have you with me again… s-since your soul was tainted and when you do die you'll have to live with Death. It's not fair! Why would you let yourself be taken down –"
"Harold calm down," Sophie huffed. "You know I have no idea what you're talking about, but I don't care. That's all over now… I am on earth to stay. If you dislike it then fine, but that is where I'm going to go." She stood up, a sigh escaping her throat as she suddenly felt tired, "I think it's time I head back –"
"W-wait," Harry stopped her, "can… can I show you what I mean?" Sophie looked at him confused as he stood up and inched towards her, his face very close to her own as he leaned into her. "Let… let me… I need to kiss you." He quickly grasp her under her chin and pulled her into a deepening kiss, Sophie's eyes going wide as she felt something familiar overwhelming her body.
This feeling was too familiar, as if it was a part of herself that had been lost long ago and came back with a vengeance. Her heart ached, Sophie pushing him away as she stood looking into his bright golden eyes and black hair. "H-haden?" she gulped as she slowly walked back to him and gently pressed her hand to his cheek, "I-is that you?"
"Sophie," he sighed happily as he grabbed her hand and rubbed his face up to her touch. "You remember me…"
"B-but I saw you with Death!" Sophie frowned, "How can that be –"
"I came down to greet you," Harry continued to explain, "but once you had left I went back to the heavens. I can't stay down there… I-I am not destined to be an earth dweller and a human. I'm supposed to be an angel for all of eternity."
"… You're not making sense," she pouted. "Look Harry, Haden, whatever… I've moved on –"
"Yes I've seen~ you moving on, if that's what you'd call it," he huffed. "Come on Sophie. You clung to the first man you meet! The first one to give you any sort of sympathy and kindness… and honestly… he is only using you. You may think he's not, but there's more to you then just receiving infinite power. You're good, kind, sweet, and any man is lucky to have you. You can't keep clinging to a past that can no longer be there –"
"But what can I do, huh? So many things have happened! If you can't stay with me then what's the point of trying to keep you around! I want you to move on Haden, even if I haven't moved on yet…" Sophie sighed as she looked away suddenly discouraged.
"W-wha?" he stared at her confused. "Move on? I can't do that. I never can…"
"Trust me it's for the best right?" she huffed. "Look," she said gently as she grabbed his hands, "I love you. Always have and always will, but you have already passed in my life. I may never end up back here because I am a human Harry. I wish you could have stayed with me, but I suppose Death didn't want you to stay around. I do love you Haden… I… do you know how long it took me to get over you? And I still haven't for that matter. I'm not saying it would have been for the best that we never met, but as time goes on things change and our relationship has… d-don't put me in a position to choose you or Jericho. You know I can't possibly choose you."
"… You always say that," Harry pouted as he looked up into her bright blue and green eyes, "but I suppose you're right. We can never be together… its destiny really."
"It's not destiny," Sophie sighed, "but if you have to stay here and I will be stuck below there is no point to being heart-stricken. Let's just stay as friends as we've been when we first met… alright?"
"I guess," Harry thought to himself. "… but can I tell you –"
"Hey Sophie is that you?" someone said from behind, the two of them turning around to see an angel looking at her with awe.
"Wh-o?" she looked at her questionably.
"Ah," he chuckled. "I figured you wouldn't remember me. I'm Marcus Michael Malchediel, but you probably knew me as Marc from The Juvéniles of Dance," he bowed slightly.
"… Marc? OH MARC!" Sophie laughed, jumping up and grabbing him in a tight hug. "You're an angel?... why are you an angel?"
"Well I was sent down for a lifetime as a human," Marc tried to explain, "but I never thought I would meet you there."
"Why aren't you with Charlotte?" Sophie continued to ask. "You were supposed to die with her correct? So… what is going on?"
"Yes I died," Marc sighed, "but I was transported here instead of going to the land of the dead where Charlotte is. Besides I'm originally an angel. I belong here." Sophie pouted, scratching the back of her head as she thought. "Anyways are you still dancing?"
"Only on occasion," she chuckled lightly, "but usually I don't –"
"Then I'll have to come down and dance with you some time," he grinned.
"Sure!" Sophie smile happily. "That'd be fine –"
"What's this?" came a voice from behind, Sophie's eyes narrowing as the two angels looked at each other before paying attention to the being that passed by them. He grabbed Sophie by the back of her shirt and pulled her up, growling at her as Sophie glared back. "What are you doing here Death? You're supposed to be in the land of the living –"
"Hey! Let me go Michael and maybe I'll talk," she growled. "You jerk," she mumbled under her breath as she rustled up her feathers as he set her down on the ground. "Releasing my powers like that. How senseless are you –"
"It was by punishment that I did that," he huffed, "and I wouldn't have had to do that if you~ didn't cause trouble."
"But that's all that I'm good for," she grinned, "is~ trouble."
"That's for sure," Harry and Marc said at once, the both of them looking away as they quickly got glares from Michael.
"Regardless I need to bring you back down," he huffed as he forcefully pushed her along. "You don't belong up here anymore. Go back home."
"Wait I –" Harry paused, watching as Sophie and Michael disappeared around the corner, "I-I wasn't done talking…"
"Of forget about it Hariel," Marc huffed, "you've had your panties in a knot since that soul left. Give it up! Your string isn't connected to her –"
"Yes Malchediel," Harry huffed back, "but I'm still going to try."
"I still don't see it," Marc sighed, "I mean this argument over Sophia. She's not destined for anyone who seems to be after her, let alone this time and place. So why try?"
"… Because I love her," Harry said softly, "and there's nothing I can do about it."
"You cherubim are all the same," Marc shook his head, "always looking for love~~. Waste of time to me. I have more important things to do then run around looking for something I will never truly achieve, since we are whole souls after all. We weren't separated or anything."
"You just don't see it through the eyes of a human. I thought that's why you were sent down there, to see how life is through human eyes," Harry huffed, walking out of the room and turning the corner. Marc only shook his head, walking in the opposite direction towards another door.
!#$%^&*()
)(*&^%$#!
Fiona sighed, running a hand through her long dark-brunette hair as she closed the door behind her and locked it with a key. She was one of the only ones who had access to the realm below, even only a limited sum of the shinigamis on the council had access to the doors. It was something that Maurus gave her since they were dear friends, but the thought of him being gone always made her heart ache. She sighed. There was no way he was coming back from the dead since his children are around, which is fine by her. Though they both could be troublesome at times –
"I believe this is yours~" Michael appeared in front of her, holding a little girl with long auburn hair and large white wings by the back of her outfit as she struggled to get free. "Could you keep track of that soul? I don't want to have to give another punishment. Everyone blames me for their disappearances when it's over," he huffed.
"Ummmm… sure," Fiona looked at him confused, the angel dropping the girl on the ground as she let out a yelp and hit the ground hard with her bum.
"You know little Serbus," Michael decided to say, "I don't care about this self-mission of yours. As long as I'm not involved I'm fine, but for the record you can never go back there. Whatever Zerachiel Hariel has told you… cherubim or not that's what you were. Under jurisdiction and legal rights you're the property of Death, understood?"
"Not at all," Sophie stood up and huffed back, "and he doesn't own me! My god you're dense! It's a complex relationship where –"
"Call it whatever you like," he interrupted her, "but the conclusion is that you're never, ever going back to the angelic realm. Cherubim or not, you weren't meant to stay there in the first place, and the sooner you understand that you'll never be that high up the better for you –"
"I could care less!" Sophie through her arms up. "I really don't care! I like it down here; it's too bright up there! It's blinding! AND WHITE! I can barely stand the white here let alone that those blinding buildings up there! Look, as I told Harry perhaps my soul was an angel before, but it was wiped clean and I'll never regain those memories now. Even so I like being a Death God, a God of Death. Honestly I don't know what you're getting worked up about. I just happened to stumble upon it… that's all."
"I'm talking to the other soul," Michael huffed, "the one that is using your human body as a host? A sneaky little parasite that thing is –"
"Watch it~" Sophie growled at him in a stern tone.
"Whatever," he huffed again. "The point is that even if you're the old soul of a cherub that soul isn't going to make it to heaven… quite yet if it ever does. Yes, maybe you're a stepping stone, but that soul isn't going to make it till several more generations into the future. You are just a part of the bigger circle and created for that purpose to become a vessel –"
"Regardless I simply don't care," she shook her head, "so go home."
"… You can't order me around human~" Michael growled, "You sick, pesky –"
"Home now~" she sneered. Michael glared at her, huffing as he turned around and disappeared in a beam of light.
Sophie frowned, shaking her head before looking over at Fiona. "… What exactly happened Sophia?" Fiona sighed.
"I-it's nothing," she chuckled nervously, "what's today?"
"June 6th 1888, 2 o'clock –"
"Oh I was only gone for a half hour," Sophie grinned. "Well that's good."
"You shouldn't be running around so much," Fiona shook her head, "You'll pass out –"
"You see that's the point," she giggled. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine for now –"
"Sophie," they turned around to see a young angel boy about the size of herself walking to her. "T-there's still more I need to say –"
"Look for the last time I'm gone. Live with it!" Sophie huffed, "Go find someone else or better yet just leave me alone if you're going to be clingy~"
"I know that," Harry sighed, "but… there's still some stuff I'd like to show you." He held out his hand, Sophie rolling her eyes and setting her hand upon his. He smiled, gripping her hand tightly as he swung it back and forth. "The divine, angels and fallen angels I should say, are different than others. They are not looking for other souls, for our souls are whole and complete. Here let me show you." He held up their hands and gradually a bright red piece of string showed up on their pinky fingers. Sophie's string went around his own string before it circled around and disappeared out the door, while Harry's string attached to one pinky on his hand and eventually ended up attached to the other. "When your soul was split it became a part of someone else's body, thus the red string of fate. I assume you don't even remember how long ago I am talking about, huh?"
"No I should say not," she responded, looking at the string fascinated as she pulled on her end of the string slightly.
"Much more than a thousand years ago," Harry began, "at least five thousand years ago was your soul split into two separate parts. One became a woman that was born only a few years ago to take possession of the tainted soul, and the other was put to a use a few thousand years earlier. I will tell you this, I love you too Sophia, but I know you belong to another. I just miss the time we spent together… talking with each other and passing the time up in the heavens…"
"I see…" Sophie said, looking down at her string as she was still tangled with Harry, "but Haden you must move on. You lack companionship? Then go find it somewhere else; maybe with your own kind. That's all I can say on the matter."
"But –"
"I'd rather have it that you leave me alone and let me work everything out myself then meddle in my affairs," she told him, "and I want to die like every human on earth. I don't want to live forever unless I have a good reason to. That's not what I am… I'm human."
"… I knew you'd say that," he chuckled drying, "but I suppose you're right." Harry let go of her hand, the tangle around their red strings untangling as he took a few steps back and the threads began to disappear. "I'll miss you."
"So will I," Sophie smiled as she ran a hand down his cheek, "but don't worry. Once I am dead and gone you can come visit me in the land of the dead, alright?"
Harry nodded, looking down at the ground as he sighed to himself. "There is one small thing I'd like to do before I go," he asked.
"Sure," Sophie shrugged, giving Fiona a wave as she gave them a goodbye and left them to their own devises.
"I… I want to kiss you," Harry said as he slowly grabbed her hands again, "One last time before I'm gone for good… Please? I didn't get to kiss you back the last time."
Sophie blinked at him with confusion before she smiled, her crystal blue eyes beaming as her wings flapped once behind her. "I guess I shouldn't say no," she giggled, "since, Haden, you always give me butterflies in my stomach." Harry smiled back as he leaned his face into hers, wrapping his hands around her waist and pressing her lips on his own.
)(*&^%$#!
A/N: And that's where I stop for now. Wow Haden came back? Yeah it was a last minute idea, but it'll fit better once I get the next chapter why I did that. Plus I figured Sophie should go see heaven… or not really heaven… whatever. Anyways I've hoped you enjoy this. My finals are almost over! So I won't be as stressed out as I was last time. Well I'll see you later!
Cherubim – from The First Triad, Choir 2; said to be: angels of Harmony & Wisdom, guard the light and the stars, channel positive energy from the divine, angels of boundless love/knowledge, can function as personal guards, guarding religious temples; guidance for: divine protection, knowledge, and wisdom
The Angels – from the Third Triad, Choir 3; said to be: messenger angels , nature angels, assigned to humans, such as guardian angels, involved in human and physical manifestation, channel from divinity to human, needing to be asked, will not always interfere, guardian angel can come from any level (communicating with all other angels); guidance for: transformation, death, birth, defense and protection
Marcus – Latin – from the god Mars
Malchediel – angel of courage – protects while inspiring enthusiasm for adventure
red string of fate – 'red thread of destiny'; an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger. According to Chinese legend, the deity in charge of "the red thread" is believed to be Yuè Xià Lǎo, often abbreviated to "Yuèlǎo), the old lunar matchmaker god who is also in charge of marriages. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. This myth is similar to the Western concept of soul mates or a twin flame