HEY! It's been awhile since the last post…. Yup.
(Response to YaoiLovinKitsune): IDK really. I wanted it to be OCxUndertaker, but harem is a possibility.
Anyway, Disclaim Yana owns Kuroshitsuji!
She awoke and looked around.
Shafts of daylight fell upon her face as she woke up from a restful slumber on a feathered mattress. The sheets were too elegant for a simple servant's sheets. The room in which she awoke was a large chamber. The green velvet drapes fell across the large windows, allowing sunlight to flit through.
A door at the other end of the chamber opened, and a young, perky maid dressed in blue walked through with a tea service.
"Mornin' little miss!" She spoke kindly.
"Little..?" Lea replied, sitting up and looking down.
She was short! Her little legs were half the size of her normal leg size. She looked at her hands which were smaller than normal. She noticed an airy quality about her neck and face. She grabbed at her hair. It was short, well to her shoulders.
"Don't like being called little? You never minded before, miss!" The maid replied.
"Oh, sorry. Where am I?" Lea's voice was high pitched and young.
"Miss Lea! You don't remember? This is the Phantomhive manor. You and your parents live here!" The maid replied.
"Oh!" Lea remembered.
The Phantomhive manor. She grew up there. When she was about 7, she and a very young Ciel were best friends with Lizzy until...
"You cannot talk directly to Master Ciel anymore. Today you are a member of staff," the grouchy old woman who was chief of staff told her.
"But Ciel-kun!" Lea whimpered.
"No more!" The lady repeated. "And none to Lady Elizabeth either!"
That night Lea wept tears of pure sorrow and heartbreak. Her mother and grandfather had tried consoling her, but to no avail. Then the fire came.
One sunny afternoon, Lea swept the yard as asked then returned to the manor. She had lunch, then resumed duty as usual. In the evening, she was with her parents reading and chatting. Then a cry broke their loving tranquility.
"Fire! In the manor! The Earl is there!" A maid screeched.
Lea's parents told her to stay in the room.
Lea waited hours until she heard a noise. A crackling noise.
"Mummy?" Lea whimpered.
The door opened and a woman in white walked in.
"Where is mummy?" She asked hopefully.
"She has been purified dear child," the white figure said.
"What?" The frightened child replied.
"It's your turn now. It will be alright," it spoke.
The fire surged into the room. Lea ran to a curtained window in fear and smashed it open. She said a quick prayer to keep her safe and aimed to land in the bushes. She ran wounded and tired to a local village before she collapsed.
She woke abruptly with a tingling sensation on her lips. She sat up. The Undertaker was resting on her lap.