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Author's note: Hi y'all, so I know many of you have been itching for the next chapters of by bleach and harry potter x a court of thorns and roses series...but once I saw demon slayer and read the manga and re- watched Black Butler. This fan fic came into my head, and I couldn't stop writing it. Please comment if you liked it and if you want to see more chapters in the future. Also, has anyone noticed my Easter egg? :D
Chapter 1: His Descendant; Successor Pt. 1
Japan
October 28 2019
"Grandpa, I'm honored, truly I am but..." I said, staring at the pair of hanafuda earrings in my palm. Lifting one earring by its hook, I admired the delicate design of the red sun, shining its red rays over a grey hill. I held out my hand towards my grandfather. "I'm not the eldest son. Alastair should have them. Not me." The youngest of three and a girl.
My grandfather's dark red eyes the same hue as mine stared right at me. Extendenting his pale fragile hands, he used his right hand to close my fist, while the other touched my birthmark on the left side of my forehead.
"As true that may be, my child," He said softly. "this is my decision. Now, with the earrings, the kagura dance, and my teachings, you are the next successor of the Kamado family. Just promise me that when you have children, you'll continue to pass on our legacy."
I put on the earrings and blushed. Not this again. "Grandpa, I'm 14 years old," I said with my head turned away from him. "I'm too young to start thinking about that. I-I don't even have a boyfriend."
He laughed like an old man in an anime. "Ho. Ho. Hi. Nonsense! Why, I met your grandmother at your age, and so did my great-grandfather Tanjiro. Wait, he meet great-grandma Kanao at sixteen. Married at nineteen. Who knows, perhaps at the Halloween ball, you'll meet that special boy you're destined to be with."
"Must I go? I'd rather stay here with you than be there with them." I said with a dropped head. In that dreadful manor.
A knock on the door ceased his chance of responding. Getting up from the tatami mat, I walked over to the entrance, put on some slippers, and opened the door. Standing at the threshold was the limo driver, dressed in black clothing. My father's crest visible on the driver's shirtpocket—the crest of the Phantomhive House.
" Èliane-sama," The driver said bowing. "Your limo is ready to take you to the airport."
"A few more minutes. I'm saying goodbye to my grandfather."
The limo driver rose from his position and cleared his throat. "Of course, milady. In the meantime, may I take your luggage to the car?"
"Certiantly, thank you." I said, allowing the driver inside. Against the wall, adjacent to the front door was a single luggage full of my belongings I planned to take to England with me. The driver's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he picked it up with ease, but didn't say a word if there was more. When he left, I turned on my heel and saw Grandpa with several more wrapped, rectangle shaped gifts.
"Grandpa, more gifts?" I asked, feeling guilty. "The earrings and your teachers..me living here with you..they were more than enough."
"Can't a grandfather spoil his only granddaughter?" He said smiling, extending the packages towards me. "Besides, this is all part of your inheritance. These gifts are from your mother. She asked me to give them to you on your 14th birthday."
With shaky hands, I took the rectangle packages. I wondered what was inside. "Thank you, grandfather. I-I'll video call you thursday night, so that it would be like your there with me." I replied with a smile.
"That would be nice," He said as the door knocked again, following a voice calling me.
"My lady," The driver said. "I hate to ruin a tender moment, but we must be going."
"Coming!" I said, placing the gifts on the floor for a moment to give my grandfather a hug. When I looked up, he was already in front of me with open arms. Losing all composure, I ran into my grandfather's arms and cried.
"I-I don't want to go." I said between sobs. "Please, don't make me go."
He squeezed my shoulders. "It is only for a little while," He said softly as we pulled back. "We will see each other on New Year's. As the new head of the Kamado family, I expect you to have a flawless kagura dance."
Wiping the snot and tears off my face with my hands, I nodded my head and bowed. "Yes. I'll be sure to practice everyday and make you proud, grandfather."
"I'll always be proud of you, Èliane." Grandfather said, patting my head.
Grandfather helped me carry the gifts to the car. The driver sprinted to us and took the packages from his hands and stowed them in the trunk. I was about to say my final farewell, when a familiar voice called my name. Grandfather and I turned to the right and saw my friends running up the hill. One was a girl around my age with jet black hair and warm brown eyes, wearing a Naruto t-shirt and shorts. While her companion, taller by several inches had silver grey eyes, a dark complexion, and short black hair. He wore a regular tee shirt and jeans that showed off his muscular toned body.
"Hisana-kun. Hansuke-kun, what are you doing here?" I asked. Karakura Town, the place where they lived and where I go to school (sorry, where I went to school) was an hour away from my grandpa's house. It was a school day too.
"Thought we wouldn't say goodbye to our friend?" Hisana said out of breath. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, right H-Hansuke."
"You're grandfather told us when you were leaving. We would have come earlier, but we had to take care of a few things." Hansuke said in her stead with his infamous smirk.
From the moment I met them at Karakura High, I knew there was more to them than meets the eye. Like the demon slayers my grandfather and mother would tell me about as bedtime stories, shinigami are real too. And Hisana and Hansuke, they're death gods in human form, protecting the passing spirits from ravenous monsters called hollows and giving them peace by helping them enter the afterlife.
Hisana handed me a huge pink bag. "Anyways, I-I know your birthday is in three days, so Happy early birthday. From the both of us."
"Thank you," I took the bag and hugged them both. "This means a lot to me. I'll miss you both."
"We will miss you too, Elle." Hansuke said.
"If anyone messes with you over there, call us. I'll show up at their house and haunt them for a whole week!" Hisana said making a fist and punching it with her open hand.
"Hisana, we can't do that. It's against regulations."
"They don't need to know." She replied, and I laughed.
" Èliane-sama," The driver said. "It's time."
I sighed. "Yes."
Watching my loved ones wave goodbye to me was always a bittersweet moment. As the limo took me farther and farther away, I made sure to burn their faces into my mind. For the place where I'm going for the next few days of my life, it holds no sunshine, no warmth, and no love.
The next day
England,
two days before Halloween
After thirteen hours of travel, the plane finally landed. I gave the crew my thanks for their hard work. In response, they told me it was an honor to serve a member of the Phantomhive family. I should have expected a response like this. After all, this is my father's private plane. Walking down the long staircase back to land, I clutched my gift bag filled with the ones from grandfather's as well with my left hand as my right hand held my single suitcase by the strap. At the base of the staircase, a black town car waited for me along with a handsome butler I've never seen before. He was tall, pale skinned, and had jet black hair that reached his ears. A small bang was between his red eyes; a lighter hue from my dark red eyes. He wore the same uniform like the other driver in Japan.
"Lady Èliane, dare I say you've grown into a fine young lady." He said to me with a smile.
"Do I know you, sir?" I replied in English, blinking.
"Ah, you wouldn't remember me. You were but a baby the last time I saw you. I was the driver who drove your parents and brothers to the hospital the day your mother, Countess Usagi went into labor. It will be fourteen years since that day."
I looked down at the asphalt floor. "Yes, on friday." The second year without her. I wanted to add, but couldn't from the words or stop the tears from forming in my eyes.
"My deepest condolences, my lady. You're mother was a kind and gentle mistress. She will be missed by all." The butler said.
I stuck my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out a hankie. "T-thank you for your solace, Mr.-"
"Sebastian, my lady. Sebastian Michelias. "
"Pleasure to officially meet you, Mr. Michelias." I smiled, holding out my hand. "I'm Kamado Èliane, or rather Èliane Kamado Phantomhive."
"The pleasure is all mine," he replied as we shook hands. Glancing at his unnatural handsome form once more, I took a deep breath, inhaling his odd scent. He smelled of musk and fresh linen as if he was a butler, but underneath it all-I smelled rot. Death.
Demons don't exist anymore. Grandfather assured me. At least, the ones created by the blue spider lily. And he's surely not a hollow or shinigami like Hisana and Hansuke. Hollow's don't exist in England nor do death gods.
So, what is he? I thought. Is there more that I don't know about the world?
Nevertheless, some odd feeling told me he's trustworthy.
"We should get going now, my lady-"
"Oh, no need to be formal around me. We're friends now, aren't we? Just call me ."
"Very well." He said straightening his uniform. "We ought to get you home now, Èliane. We can't keep Lord Phantomhive waiting." Sebastain opened the back passenger door.
"Thank you," I replied, handing him my rolling luggage and gift bag. I slide into the leather seat, and he closed the door.
"Phantomhive Estate." I said, looking out the window towards the city and beyond that the forest where the Manor lies. "I'm going home."
Pulling up to the Estate's driveway, I took in the full grandeur of my childhood home. The gray stone manor built three stories high, adorned with several large windows for every room filled with luxurious decor fit for a king. In this case, a Lord whose title shall be passed down to the eldest male child. My older brother, Alastair, will be inheriting the title three days from now— the real reason I'm here after my ten year absence.
I still remember the day I left. Mother furious, holding me tightly in her arms as she walked down the stairs. Her tears glistened in the sunlight through the windows of the hallway. Behind me, my brother's wailed as servants tried to hold them back. I cried for them as well, reaching out an arm for them and my father. When I reached out for him, he looked away from me with shame. It wasn't until years later I've learned what he had done.
The Scum. How dare he cheat on mother.
At least, our broken family didn't remain separate forever. There were Christmas cards, and a surprise visits from my brother's now and then. However, it's been ten years since I've seen my father in person, and the last time I saw either of my brother's was at mother's funeral. Father didn't attend.
Despicable. Unacceptable. Unforgivable.
My arms began to shake as my heart sped up, causing my breathing to go erratic. A nauseating sensation grew in the pit of my stomach as the car got closer and closer to the manor. A wave of terror and anger washed over me.
If I hate him so much, then why am I so afraid of him? I grabbed the edge of my seat with both hands and clutched the leather seat tightly. Deep breaths. I told myself a few times. Remember your training, total constant concentration.
"Everything alright?" Sebastian said adjusting the rear view mirror as the car came to a stop in front of the entrance.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, allowing the wave of anxiety and anger to pass.
"Lady Èliane?" I heard a voice.
I opened my eyes and stared at Sebastian. "What?"
"Are you alright?" He said again.
"Yes." I replied, slowly turning my head towards the window to my right. "I'm just tired from the journ-oh hell no." My eyes widen at the figure at the front door- tall and darked haired like Sebastian and squared shaped glasses behind sharp golden eyes at the bridge of his nose. "No. no. no. no. If he's here, that means-"
"Boo!" A loud voice cried as a teenage boy slammed his face against the passenger window.
"Ah!" I jumped out of my seat and screamed, falling to my side. The boy cackled as he peeled his face away from the window.
"Did you see the look on her face?" He said pointing at me as he glanced back at his butler-Claude Faustus.
"Kode Druitt…." I groaned, pushing myself upwards. Sebastain was already out of the car and in front of the door. He opened it as Kode's hand was in front of me.
"I'm sorry, my darling, but I couldn't resist." He said with a pearly white smile. A smile like that would make any girl my age swoon instantly. Why wouldn't they? Kode is the son of Viscount whose family lineage is as old as mine with paralleled beauty. Whereas the Phantomhive's are the personification of exquisite darkness with our black blue hair and eyes, the Druitt's were the persona of light. Kode inherited the family's famous golden locks, misty grey eyes, and infamous personality for overdramatizing everything.
"How many times do I have to tell you? Stop calling me your darling." Furrowing my brows, I glared at my childhood friend with disdain as I didn't take his hand and got out the car myself. "We are not dating, nor will I ever go on a date with you. We are just friends. I wish you 'd stop spreading lies on you IG stories and tell your followers the truth! Do you have any idea how many hate messages I get daily? I've recreated my account three times, and yet they still find me!"
Kode grinned, tilting his head to the side. "Lies? What every do you mean, my beautiful butterfly?"
I sighed. "You're hopeless. So, what are you doing here? The Halloween Bash isn't until friday."
"Well, Alastair and Alexander told me of your return and thought it would be a fine idea if I welcomed you." He said, clapping his hands. "After all," He twirled as he placed a hand against his forehead. "It has been ten long years since the lost daughter of phantomhive returned to her rightful place! This is a moment I had to see for myself!"
Lost? Rightful place? What the hell is talking about. "I'm only here because grandfather begged me too...To show support for Alastair-niisan on his appointed rank to Lordship. " I said as Sebastain grabbed my luggage and bag from the trunk. "Then, the day after Halloween," and my birthday. "I'm going back to Japan. I can't miss my friend's ice skating competition."
Lies. A voice whispered in my mind. All lies.
Shut up, brain. I shook my head and turned to Sebastain. "Thank you for everything, Sebastian-san. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope I'll see you around."
"The pleasure was all mine, milady." He replied with a bow. I was about to scold him for addressing me formally, but with others present etiquette demands his formality. I may have been raised away from high society for ten years, but it doesn't change who I am: a descendant of the Noble Phantomhive House.
"Allow me to help you with your belongings, Lady Èlaine." Claude offered.
"Thank you for the offer, Claude, but I got it." I said kindly as I grabbed the handle of my rolling luggage. Picking up the large pink bag full of my birthday presents, I slid it's handles fit perfectly through the handlebars of the luggage, allowing me to roll both items at once.
"Milady." He replied, pushing the rim of his specks up his nose. Turning on my heel, I walked to the front door with my greatest treasures in grasp. My heart sped up the closer I got to the door, attempting to unravel my collective breathing.
I stopped at the threshold of the massive wooden door.
Breathe. I told myself. Remember, you're more than a Phantomhive now.
With a clenched fist and all the courage I could muster, I knocked on the front door. A few seconds past before the front door opened.
"Welcome home, Lady Èlaine." An elderly man said.
"Yes," I said, walking through the threshold, taking in the sight of the grand entryway of marble checkered flooring and of the mid fifty year old man, standing at the top of the staircase with those cold sapphire eyes. "I'm home."