It was probably stupid to go walking alone when it was getting dark, but I was sick of sitting around the house with that spoiled prince! He had done nothing but eat curry all day. Agni wasn't much better, as all he did was encourage Soma to be lazy. Neither of them were very good for conversation. Needless to say, I longed for some time away from the noisy pair. So, without them knowing, I set off on my own.
In the city, there are very few places where you can truly be alone. But the fact that there are so many people and that you're just another face in the crowd tends to lend it a sort of loneliness; it was a feeling I took comfort in at this moment. I walked for a long time, though it didn't really feel like it, and for a good distance, too. Eventually the streets began to clear up as everyone else went home for the night, but I was lost in my own thoughts and so I didn't notice.
It was only when I found myself out of breath that I realized how far I had walked and how late it was. Looking around, I noticed a familiar store. It was the store that Sebastian and I had visited a while ago. So there was one thing I recognized, that was good. Now I retraced our steps after we left the store. If I wasn't mistaken this way would take me to the undertaker.
'Oh no- it's probably too late to ask him for directions,' I looked at the dark sky anxiously, but kept going until I came to the shop. Just as I had thought, it didn't look as though anyone was there. When I tried the door, it was locked. Even after I knocked on the door a few times, no one came to answer. So he wasn't there.
I sighed. Maybe Soma and Agni would realize I was gone and come find me. But how would they ever know to look here?
'I know! I'll go to the graveyard where they found me!' So I ran off in that direction. When I arrived at the gate a few minutes later, I was out of breath and kind of felt stupid for running.
I looked around, the graveyard hadn't changed much. The only noticeable change was that there was a freshly dug grave. Who would soon be buried here? I pondered to myself while peering down into it. Unnerved by the thought of falling in, I turned to step away from the hole and ran into someone. A hand grabbed my wrist to keep me from losing my balance and falling in anyway.
"M- mr. undertaker," I gasped, looking at him incredulously, "That was mean! Don't sneak up on people like that!" He only looked at me as though he wasn't sure what I was talking about.
"I'm sorry," He told me, grinning. Then he reached out to touch my face, "I was only wondering what a relative of earl Phantomhive is doing here in the dark,"
I had given up on correcting people about us being related, so I only smiled and said, "I got lost," I looked at him hopefully, "Can you tell me how to get back to Ciel's house?"
"I'll do better- I'll take you there," He offered his arm and I accepted.
We chatted while we walked together. It was true that he said some creepy and somewhat disturbing things, but all my friends (and I) from back home were like that, so it was just fine with me- I thought he was hilarious! Plus he wasn't really a bad guy or anything. I couldn't help thinking it was too bad that everyone thought so badly of him. But then again, I was pretty sure he acted that way on purpose so I shouldn't feel too sorry for him.
Suddenly I realized he had said something.
"Oh sorry- what?" I asked.
He laughed, "I said, you've been staring at me for a while, are you thinking of your lover?"
I blushed, "Yeah right, mr. undertaker- like I would have a lover!"
He stopped and turned to me.
I looked at him, "What is it?"
"We're here," He motioned to the house.
"Oh, that was fast," Without thinking, I embraced him, "Thank you for walking with me,"
I had forgotten that it wasn't proper etiquette here to embrace a person you barely knew, even if they had helped you out big time. He didn't seem to mind, though, since he hugged me back.
Just as we let go I heard a voice ring across the yard, "Rileeeeeeeeey!" and looked up just in time to be tackled by Soma.
"Baby sister- I was so worried! Why didn't you tell me you were going out? I would have come, too!" He cried.
"That's why," I told him, annoyed; and then shoved him away and stormed into the house.
"Meanie!" He whined and followed.
I looked back to see if the undertaker was still there, but he had disappeared. I frowned, hoping I would see him again.
I'll put random fanfiction in here. Some of it will be decent, some of it will be the worst of the worst. But all of it is important to me. So no hatin', yeah? :)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Adventures of Mary Sue: Chapter 03
Chapter 3
Sometime in the afternoon, people started arriving for the funeral. I tried to stay away from them, as they seemed to regard me with something like disgust. I didn’t really blame them, though- I was covered in dirt and blood and probably looked like a homeless foreigner/murderer to them.
By now I was hungry and weak. The last time I had eaten was lunch during school the previous day. But at least I wasn’t quite so cold as before. Earlier I had tried to give the undertaker his coat back but he had refused, telling me I needed it more than he did. Then to top it off, he had given me his scarf/sash thing. He had disappeared somewhere now, probably busy with the funeral. I felt less guilty now that I had tried to give it back and now that I had seen he had actually been wearing another coat under that one; I guessed he had them to spare.
Now I was leaning against a wrought iron fence, passing the time by warming my face in the sun. Vaguely I wondered where I might find something to eat. There were probably some edible plants growing around here, I thought, but I gave up on the idea because I had no way of identifying them.
For a while I walked around this little village. I actually managed to find an apple tree. So, my fear of heights forgotten, I scrambled up the tree and spent a while up there eating apples before falling out of it and rediscovering my fear of heights.
It was pretty late now; the sun was almost gone from the sky. I knew it would be about time for the funeral to be over, I wondered when the undertaker would be done with his work. Did he have to bury the body, too? Well, I soon found out that he did because even after they had taken the coffin out to the graveyard and all the guests had left he still hadn’t reappeared. Then again, maybe he had left without me. I felt really gloomy at that thought, but waited outside the church for a bit anyway.
I coughed, and a wave of chills went through me. Before I knew it I was on the ground, trembling and coughing. I’m not sure how long I lay there like that, coughing and shaking and hurting, but it seemed soon that I heard some stranger’s voice above me.
“Miss, are you alright?” He shook my shoulder; I guess I looked unconscious.
Then there was another set of feet running towards me and a voice asked, “What happened to her?”
“Doctor! I don’t know, she suddenly collapsed,”
Both of the men were unfamiliar to me. One was a teenager who couldn’t have been any older than me. The other looked to be in his thirties. More people to trouble! I mumbled something along the lines of, “No, I’m alright. I’m waiting for someone,”
“Oh, maybe the person she’s waiting for is in the church! I’ll go check,” The younger man offered. He was stopped by the other’s hand.
“All the lights are out in the church- there’s no one there. Poor girl, perhaps she’s been abandoned by her companion?” The older man said,
“Looks like she has a fever. I’ll take her back to my office and care for her,”
“Do you need help to carry her?”
“No, I can handle it. You head on home,"
Something about that guy was unsettling; I really didn’t want to go with him. The more I struggled, though, the rougher he handled me.
Finally he just picked me up and carried me over his shoulder like luggage. I resisted for a while but soon lost even that bit of strength and was reduced to shivering and coughing. Maybe this guy was actually a doctor who would help me, I thought hopefully.
I remember looking at the ground as he walked. I could see my own arms dangling below me but couldn’t seem to feel them. I think the circulation had gone out of them. Then the ground became steps and we were going down into a dark place. It gave me a very bad feeling.
Where had the undertaker gone? Had he really gone away without even telling me? Not that I’d blame him; we were practically strangers and I’d been nothing but a nuisance ever since we’d met.
I was laid upon a hard surface. It was too dark to see but I could hear the man moving around the room. He lit a candle. It’s light washed over the rest of the room and if I wasn’t already convinced that I was going to die, all of my doubts disappeared once I’d looked around at the room.
It was so abruptly a gruesome scene that my mind went blank for several minutes. I was lying upon a bloodstained wooden table, in a room with bloodstained walls. On a shelf nearby I could see jars holding what looked like various body parts. But the real horror came when I looked over at another table and saw the remains of what must have once been a woman. Now she was a ripped up corpse missing her hands.
The man must have seen me looking at her, because he said, “That patient was a failure. She died, but I figured it was useless to waste such pretty hands as hers. So I took them,” He proceeded to unbutton my coat and then lift up my shirt to just past my navel, “Now let’s see what I can take from you,” He held up a scalpel.
I gasped, tried to speak, and failed miserably. I wanted to get up, but my body felt really heavy all of a sudden. How did I keep getting into trouble like this?
He shushed me, saying, “Don’t try to talk. Just trust me,”
Before he could cut into me there was a sound of metal against bone and the mad doctor dropped heavily to the ground. Behind him, holding a shovel was none other than the undertaker. He dropped the shovel and leaned closer; looking me over, touching my neck to find my pulse.
His voice was firm when he said, “Breathe,”
I gasped then, realizing I hadn’t been breathing.
Vaguely, I can remember him leading me up the stairs and away from the house while I clung to him. For a while I didn’t really pay attention to where we were. I think he tried to talk to me, but I didn’t really feel well enough to try to listen- it might bring me back to reality.
“Ehhh? Are you not talking now?” He said finally, “Well, that’s fine. None of my ‘guests’ talk to me either~,”
I felt kind of bad about it, but I still couldn’t really bring myself to say anything. It was then that I began to wonder where we were going. I found myself hoping it was a car with a heater in it. No such luck, it seemed that he, like everyone else around here, was stuck in some kind of time warp. But a horse-drawn carriage was better than walking, so it was all right.
I was so tired that it didn’t even bother me that I was in a hearse. I sank into a deep sleep.
Sometime in the afternoon, people started arriving for the funeral. I tried to stay away from them, as they seemed to regard me with something like disgust. I didn’t really blame them, though- I was covered in dirt and blood and probably looked like a homeless foreigner/murderer to them.
By now I was hungry and weak. The last time I had eaten was lunch during school the previous day. But at least I wasn’t quite so cold as before. Earlier I had tried to give the undertaker his coat back but he had refused, telling me I needed it more than he did. Then to top it off, he had given me his scarf/sash thing. He had disappeared somewhere now, probably busy with the funeral. I felt less guilty now that I had tried to give it back and now that I had seen he had actually been wearing another coat under that one; I guessed he had them to spare.
Now I was leaning against a wrought iron fence, passing the time by warming my face in the sun. Vaguely I wondered where I might find something to eat. There were probably some edible plants growing around here, I thought, but I gave up on the idea because I had no way of identifying them.
For a while I walked around this little village. I actually managed to find an apple tree. So, my fear of heights forgotten, I scrambled up the tree and spent a while up there eating apples before falling out of it and rediscovering my fear of heights.
It was pretty late now; the sun was almost gone from the sky. I knew it would be about time for the funeral to be over, I wondered when the undertaker would be done with his work. Did he have to bury the body, too? Well, I soon found out that he did because even after they had taken the coffin out to the graveyard and all the guests had left he still hadn’t reappeared. Then again, maybe he had left without me. I felt really gloomy at that thought, but waited outside the church for a bit anyway.
I coughed, and a wave of chills went through me. Before I knew it I was on the ground, trembling and coughing. I’m not sure how long I lay there like that, coughing and shaking and hurting, but it seemed soon that I heard some stranger’s voice above me.
“Miss, are you alright?” He shook my shoulder; I guess I looked unconscious.
Then there was another set of feet running towards me and a voice asked, “What happened to her?”
“Doctor! I don’t know, she suddenly collapsed,”
Both of the men were unfamiliar to me. One was a teenager who couldn’t have been any older than me. The other looked to be in his thirties. More people to trouble! I mumbled something along the lines of, “No, I’m alright. I’m waiting for someone,”
“Oh, maybe the person she’s waiting for is in the church! I’ll go check,” The younger man offered. He was stopped by the other’s hand.
“All the lights are out in the church- there’s no one there. Poor girl, perhaps she’s been abandoned by her companion?” The older man said,
“Looks like she has a fever. I’ll take her back to my office and care for her,”
“Do you need help to carry her?”
“No, I can handle it. You head on home,"
Something about that guy was unsettling; I really didn’t want to go with him. The more I struggled, though, the rougher he handled me.
Finally he just picked me up and carried me over his shoulder like luggage. I resisted for a while but soon lost even that bit of strength and was reduced to shivering and coughing. Maybe this guy was actually a doctor who would help me, I thought hopefully.
I remember looking at the ground as he walked. I could see my own arms dangling below me but couldn’t seem to feel them. I think the circulation had gone out of them. Then the ground became steps and we were going down into a dark place. It gave me a very bad feeling.
Where had the undertaker gone? Had he really gone away without even telling me? Not that I’d blame him; we were practically strangers and I’d been nothing but a nuisance ever since we’d met.
I was laid upon a hard surface. It was too dark to see but I could hear the man moving around the room. He lit a candle. It’s light washed over the rest of the room and if I wasn’t already convinced that I was going to die, all of my doubts disappeared once I’d looked around at the room.
It was so abruptly a gruesome scene that my mind went blank for several minutes. I was lying upon a bloodstained wooden table, in a room with bloodstained walls. On a shelf nearby I could see jars holding what looked like various body parts. But the real horror came when I looked over at another table and saw the remains of what must have once been a woman. Now she was a ripped up corpse missing her hands.
The man must have seen me looking at her, because he said, “That patient was a failure. She died, but I figured it was useless to waste such pretty hands as hers. So I took them,” He proceeded to unbutton my coat and then lift up my shirt to just past my navel, “Now let’s see what I can take from you,” He held up a scalpel.
I gasped, tried to speak, and failed miserably. I wanted to get up, but my body felt really heavy all of a sudden. How did I keep getting into trouble like this?
He shushed me, saying, “Don’t try to talk. Just trust me,”
Before he could cut into me there was a sound of metal against bone and the mad doctor dropped heavily to the ground. Behind him, holding a shovel was none other than the undertaker. He dropped the shovel and leaned closer; looking me over, touching my neck to find my pulse.
His voice was firm when he said, “Breathe,”
I gasped then, realizing I hadn’t been breathing.
Vaguely, I can remember him leading me up the stairs and away from the house while I clung to him. For a while I didn’t really pay attention to where we were. I think he tried to talk to me, but I didn’t really feel well enough to try to listen- it might bring me back to reality.
“Ehhh? Are you not talking now?” He said finally, “Well, that’s fine. None of my ‘guests’ talk to me either~,”
I felt kind of bad about it, but I still couldn’t really bring myself to say anything. It was then that I began to wonder where we were going. I found myself hoping it was a car with a heater in it. No such luck, it seemed that he, like everyone else around here, was stuck in some kind of time warp. But a horse-drawn carriage was better than walking, so it was all right.
I was so tired that it didn’t even bother me that I was in a hearse. I sank into a deep sleep.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Kuroshitsuji- Out of Place 03
It was cloudy on the streets today. You might have found it dismal, but it seemed like a nice day to me. After all, any day that there were less people on the streets was a good day. The only downfall of today was that it would probably rain and there was no place for me to go. Right on queue, the rain started. I hurried to the nearest overhang to shelter myself and crouched there with the food I had stolen, devouring it greedily.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone come and stand next to me to get out of the rain. I ignored them.
"Shouldn't you pay for that?" I jumped at the familiar voice.
"Ciel?" I blushed, "Have you been following me?"
He sighed, "If you're stealing food to survive then why don't you just say something?"
"Oh, I pay for it alright; you wanna see my scars?" I snapped.
He looked a bit surprised, then frowned, "Nevermind. What I really wanted was to ask you about someone,"
He asked about any suspicious people that were in the area around a certain time. I gave the description of a couple of people. I guessed I wasn't much help, because he seemed dissatisfied when Sebastian showed up to get him and they left.
So it was just about a case he was working on. For a second I'd thought the brat actually cared. It was my fault, though- I shouldn't think such wishful thoughts. I cried anyway. It was stupid and wasteful of energy, I know, but he was the closest thing to a friend I had and it hurt when he acted that way.
I no longer wanted to stay here, so, even though the rain was still pouring, I started walking. Once upon a time, the rain had been nice company. That was back when I had a house to dry off in. Now the rain was just cold and carried the danger of making me sick.
I walked back to the cemetery and wandered around for a bit before sitting against one of the graves and closing my eyes. A moment later I heard footsteps approaching and the raindrops ceased to fall on my face.
"Prince, is this her?"
"I don't know- she doesn't look like anyone Ciel would know,"
When I opened my eyes, there were two Indian men looking down at me. One was very tall and strong-looking with white hair. The other was pretty average in comparison with dark hair and eyes. They both wore fancy, foreign clothing and jewelry. For a moment we stared at eachother.
"Hi!" The dark haired one exclaimed suddenly, "Are you Ciel's friend?"
"Oh- yeah, I guess," I told him, unsure.
"Alright, come on then!" He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and started dragging me away.
"Ah! What are you doing? Stop!" I cried.
He stopped and turned to look at me, "Huh? But Ciel said to find you and take you home with us and treat you like a guest,"
I started, "Ciel?"
"Yeah," He continued, "But if you'd really rather sit outside in the rain then I guess you don't have to come,"
I promptly agreed to come with them. On the walk over to Ciel's house I learned that their names were Agni and Soma and that Soma was a prince and Agni was his servant.
Soma was just explaining how Ciel had trusted them to look after his house in the city when suddenly he stopped walking and just started staring at me.
"What? What is it?" I stepped away from him, nervously.
"You look like Ciel," He said, out of nowhere. Then he gasped and grabbed my hands, "Are you his long-lost sister?"
I tried to pull away from him, "No, we're not related-!"
He wasn't listening, "Then you're my sister!" He pulled me into a tight embrace, then pulled back and looked me up and down with a look of horror on his face.
"Agni, my sister has been starving to death and sleeping on the streets! We must take her home and feed her this instant!" He proclaimed.
"Yes, Prince!" Agni agreed at the top of his lungs and lifted me off the ground. They then sprinted to the house with me as though I could drop dead at any second. Once we got there I managed to convince them to let me bathe and find dry clothes while Agni was cooking for us.
I walked into the dining room where Soma was sitting, "Where's Ciel at?"
"Oh, he left already," Agni explained, "I told him he should wait for you, but he left anyway,"
"Oh," My heart fell, why did that child always act so cold?
All throughout dinner Agni and Soma insisted on feeding me, even though I told them I really wasn't that weak. At first I was mad at them, but they just ended up making me laugh. With these two around, I didn't think I would ever be able to concentrate on sad things again.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone come and stand next to me to get out of the rain. I ignored them.
"Shouldn't you pay for that?" I jumped at the familiar voice.
"Ciel?" I blushed, "Have you been following me?"
He sighed, "If you're stealing food to survive then why don't you just say something?"
"Oh, I pay for it alright; you wanna see my scars?" I snapped.
He looked a bit surprised, then frowned, "Nevermind. What I really wanted was to ask you about someone,"
He asked about any suspicious people that were in the area around a certain time. I gave the description of a couple of people. I guessed I wasn't much help, because he seemed dissatisfied when Sebastian showed up to get him and they left.
So it was just about a case he was working on. For a second I'd thought the brat actually cared. It was my fault, though- I shouldn't think such wishful thoughts. I cried anyway. It was stupid and wasteful of energy, I know, but he was the closest thing to a friend I had and it hurt when he acted that way.
I no longer wanted to stay here, so, even though the rain was still pouring, I started walking. Once upon a time, the rain had been nice company. That was back when I had a house to dry off in. Now the rain was just cold and carried the danger of making me sick.
I walked back to the cemetery and wandered around for a bit before sitting against one of the graves and closing my eyes. A moment later I heard footsteps approaching and the raindrops ceased to fall on my face.
"Prince, is this her?"
"I don't know- she doesn't look like anyone Ciel would know,"
When I opened my eyes, there were two Indian men looking down at me. One was very tall and strong-looking with white hair. The other was pretty average in comparison with dark hair and eyes. They both wore fancy, foreign clothing and jewelry. For a moment we stared at eachother.
"Hi!" The dark haired one exclaimed suddenly, "Are you Ciel's friend?"
"Oh- yeah, I guess," I told him, unsure.
"Alright, come on then!" He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and started dragging me away.
"Ah! What are you doing? Stop!" I cried.
He stopped and turned to look at me, "Huh? But Ciel said to find you and take you home with us and treat you like a guest,"
I started, "Ciel?"
"Yeah," He continued, "But if you'd really rather sit outside in the rain then I guess you don't have to come,"
I promptly agreed to come with them. On the walk over to Ciel's house I learned that their names were Agni and Soma and that Soma was a prince and Agni was his servant.
Soma was just explaining how Ciel had trusted them to look after his house in the city when suddenly he stopped walking and just started staring at me.
"What? What is it?" I stepped away from him, nervously.
"You look like Ciel," He said, out of nowhere. Then he gasped and grabbed my hands, "Are you his long-lost sister?"
I tried to pull away from him, "No, we're not related-!"
He wasn't listening, "Then you're my sister!" He pulled me into a tight embrace, then pulled back and looked me up and down with a look of horror on his face.
"Agni, my sister has been starving to death and sleeping on the streets! We must take her home and feed her this instant!" He proclaimed.
"Yes, Prince!" Agni agreed at the top of his lungs and lifted me off the ground. They then sprinted to the house with me as though I could drop dead at any second. Once we got there I managed to convince them to let me bathe and find dry clothes while Agni was cooking for us.
I walked into the dining room where Soma was sitting, "Where's Ciel at?"
"Oh, he left already," Agni explained, "I told him he should wait for you, but he left anyway,"
"Oh," My heart fell, why did that child always act so cold?
All throughout dinner Agni and Soma insisted on feeding me, even though I told them I really wasn't that weak. At first I was mad at them, but they just ended up making me laugh. With these two around, I didn't think I would ever be able to concentrate on sad things again.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Pandora Hearts - Snippets 02
Snippet 2: Nervous Habit
Yomi Grimaced at the sight before her. She was in the garden outside the Reinsworth mansion. Break was seated at one of the tables out there. The table he was at was covered in a mountain of candy wrappers.
"Yeesh," She looked at Break uncertainly, "Something wrong, Xerxes?" It was true he was a candy glutton, but he only ever ate this much when upset.
He looked up at her and smiled a smile that looked more like a grimace, "......No, not at all..."
Yomi frowned then broke out in a smile and giggled. Xerxes didn't even bother to hide his annoyance as he usually did, "Something amusing?"
"Oh, it's nothing really..." Yomi smirked to herself, "It's just that... seeing something besides that smug smile on your face is really nice for a change,"
Xerxes smiled bitterly at her, "Glad I could entertain you, miss Yomi," He stood and walked past her. As he did, she saw something strange in his eye, "Good day,"
She turned and watched him walk away. "...Was that something to do with... me?" Then she reprimanded herself, "No, I'm just being paranoid,"
She decided maybe she should work on being nicer to him, he looked like he needed it.
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Yomi Grimaced at the sight before her. She was in the garden outside the Reinsworth mansion. Break was seated at one of the tables out there. The table he was at was covered in a mountain of candy wrappers.
"Yeesh," She looked at Break uncertainly, "Something wrong, Xerxes?" It was true he was a candy glutton, but he only ever ate this much when upset.
He looked up at her and smiled a smile that looked more like a grimace, "......No, not at all..."
Yomi frowned then broke out in a smile and giggled. Xerxes didn't even bother to hide his annoyance as he usually did, "Something amusing?"
"Oh, it's nothing really..." Yomi smirked to herself, "It's just that... seeing something besides that smug smile on your face is really nice for a change,"
Xerxes smiled bitterly at her, "Glad I could entertain you, miss Yomi," He stood and walked past her. As he did, she saw something strange in his eye, "Good day,"
She turned and watched him walk away. "...Was that something to do with... me?" Then she reprimanded herself, "No, I'm just being paranoid,"
She decided maybe she should work on being nicer to him, he looked like he needed it.
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Adventures of Mary Sue: Chapter 02
Chapter 2
The rain had stopped drumming on the roof. Light was streaming through the windows. It was morning.
When I sat up, someone’s coat fell off of me. I blushed, realizing that I had fallen asleep in front of that man. It was lucky that he was a good person (and not taken advantage of me…). But now I had troubled him! I looked around the room for him but he was nowhere to be seen.
‘Oh no! Now he’s gone somewhere without his coat!’ I thought, guiltily. Maybe he was more used to the cold than I was? ‘But I should give it back anyway- I’ve bothered that guy enough,’ I slid the coat on and buttoned it up; it was so big on me that I would probably end up tripping on it. But at least it was warm.
I stepped out onto the cold, wet grass and closed the door behind me. The sun was shining brightly enough for me to see the village clearly now. At first I was more focused on the buildings; they consisted mainly of little stone cottages. The surrounding hills were lit up with green. It looked like a scene from a postcard.
‘How charming!’
Then I noticed the people. Not that they weren’t charming, but I became a tad alarmed when I saw all their old-fashioned clothing. Not to mention the fact that there were no cars or electricity lines.
What was this? No electricity? This had to be the most far-removed place I had ever been to! It made me think of those Amish communities I’d heard about; in fact, this could be one of them! Would they even have a phone in this village? (And do they even have Amish communities in England?)
‘Oh- that’s right! I’ve gotta find that guy!’ I remembered.
The previous night he’d said something about having to prepare the graveyard. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had the feeling it should be around the church. I glanced around and caught sight of it immediately. It was a very typical old graveyard except that it was remarkably well kept considering the dates on the markers. There were no new graves to be seen. In fact the most recently buried corpses dated to the 1800s.
So no one had been buried here for over 100 years? Maybe I had the wrong graveyard. While pondering these things, I wasn’t looking where I was going (a bad habit of mine…). As I went to take another step I found that there was nothing to step on and suddenly I was falling. At the end of the fall I was crumpled at the bottom of some kind of hole.
I gasped when I realized what it was- a grave. There was just something kind of disturbing about being in someone else’s grave. I had to get out of here. NOW. But when I reached up to grab the edge and pull myself up, I wasn’t strong enough. I never had been good with pull-ups in gym class. Now I wished I had at least tried to become better at them. It wasn’t much help, either; that my hands were shaking from cold.
I leaned against the wall of the hole, depressed, wondering about my streak of bad luck. Before I could really do anything else I heard the grass beneath someone’s feet and looked up in time to see the undertaker lean over to peer into the hole.
“Eh?” He looked a bit surprised when he saw me there, but then it turned to amusement, “What are you doing, young lady? You should know better than to play down there,”
“I’m not playing, I fell!” I told him, and would have been a bit annoyed if I hadn’t been so relieved to see him, “Uh- can you help me out of here?”
“Of course,” He jumped down next to me and, before I could ask what he was doing, lifted me up high enough to scramble out of the hole before pulling himself out.
“Thank you,” I told him, and then let my face drop so that my hair could hide my blush. I was being nothing but trouble to this man, and he was so nice about it, too! It only increased my guilt about taking his jacket on such a cold day.
Speaking of cold, now that I thought of it, I couldn’t feel my feet.
Though the coat was warm, a wave of chills went through my body.
“Sick again, miss?”
I jumped at the exasperation in his voice and insisted, “Ah! No, I’m just not used to this cold weather,”
He only laughed. I realized he was teasing me.
The rain had stopped drumming on the roof. Light was streaming through the windows. It was morning.
When I sat up, someone’s coat fell off of me. I blushed, realizing that I had fallen asleep in front of that man. It was lucky that he was a good person (and not taken advantage of me…). But now I had troubled him! I looked around the room for him but he was nowhere to be seen.
‘Oh no! Now he’s gone somewhere without his coat!’ I thought, guiltily. Maybe he was more used to the cold than I was? ‘But I should give it back anyway- I’ve bothered that guy enough,’ I slid the coat on and buttoned it up; it was so big on me that I would probably end up tripping on it. But at least it was warm.
I stepped out onto the cold, wet grass and closed the door behind me. The sun was shining brightly enough for me to see the village clearly now. At first I was more focused on the buildings; they consisted mainly of little stone cottages. The surrounding hills were lit up with green. It looked like a scene from a postcard.
‘How charming!’
Then I noticed the people. Not that they weren’t charming, but I became a tad alarmed when I saw all their old-fashioned clothing. Not to mention the fact that there were no cars or electricity lines.
What was this? No electricity? This had to be the most far-removed place I had ever been to! It made me think of those Amish communities I’d heard about; in fact, this could be one of them! Would they even have a phone in this village? (And do they even have Amish communities in England?)
‘Oh- that’s right! I’ve gotta find that guy!’ I remembered.
The previous night he’d said something about having to prepare the graveyard. I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had the feeling it should be around the church. I glanced around and caught sight of it immediately. It was a very typical old graveyard except that it was remarkably well kept considering the dates on the markers. There were no new graves to be seen. In fact the most recently buried corpses dated to the 1800s.
So no one had been buried here for over 100 years? Maybe I had the wrong graveyard. While pondering these things, I wasn’t looking where I was going (a bad habit of mine…). As I went to take another step I found that there was nothing to step on and suddenly I was falling. At the end of the fall I was crumpled at the bottom of some kind of hole.
I gasped when I realized what it was- a grave. There was just something kind of disturbing about being in someone else’s grave. I had to get out of here. NOW. But when I reached up to grab the edge and pull myself up, I wasn’t strong enough. I never had been good with pull-ups in gym class. Now I wished I had at least tried to become better at them. It wasn’t much help, either; that my hands were shaking from cold.
I leaned against the wall of the hole, depressed, wondering about my streak of bad luck. Before I could really do anything else I heard the grass beneath someone’s feet and looked up in time to see the undertaker lean over to peer into the hole.
“Eh?” He looked a bit surprised when he saw me there, but then it turned to amusement, “What are you doing, young lady? You should know better than to play down there,”
“I’m not playing, I fell!” I told him, and would have been a bit annoyed if I hadn’t been so relieved to see him, “Uh- can you help me out of here?”
“Of course,” He jumped down next to me and, before I could ask what he was doing, lifted me up high enough to scramble out of the hole before pulling himself out.
“Thank you,” I told him, and then let my face drop so that my hair could hide my blush. I was being nothing but trouble to this man, and he was so nice about it, too! It only increased my guilt about taking his jacket on such a cold day.
Speaking of cold, now that I thought of it, I couldn’t feel my feet.
Though the coat was warm, a wave of chills went through my body.
“Sick again, miss?”
I jumped at the exasperation in his voice and insisted, “Ah! No, I’m just not used to this cold weather,”
He only laughed. I realized he was teasing me.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Pandora Hearts - Snippets 01
AN: muwahahaha! Self-inserts ftw! XD
Oh well, that's what this blog is all about- posting bad fanfiction (and something good every now and then)! Feh, what do you care anyway? As long as I have fun, that's all that counts :P
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Snippet 1: Stupid Question
Break sighed in mock sadness, "Oh, Alice-kun. Why don't you like me?"
"Well gee!" Yomi spoke before Alice could, "It could be because you beat the shit out of her with your cane upon meeting her,"
He smiled at Yomi but she could tell he was annoyed, "Oh? Is that so?~ But it was only that once!"
She stood her ground- that fool didn't scare Yomi! "Well~ if it doesn't matter, maybe I could beat you to near unconsciousness,"
"Let me in on the action, will ya? Heh, now that would be entertainment!" Alice sneered.
"Yes, it would- for me," Break looked at us darkly before smiling brightly and wandering away.
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AN: I know it was short and random, but it's just something I've always wanted to say to him.
Oh well, that's what this blog is all about- posting bad fanfiction (and something good every now and then)! Feh, what do you care anyway? As long as I have fun, that's all that counts :P
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Snippet 1: Stupid Question
Break sighed in mock sadness, "Oh, Alice-kun. Why don't you like me?"
"Well gee!" Yomi spoke before Alice could, "It could be because you beat the shit out of her with your cane upon meeting her,"
He smiled at Yomi but she could tell he was annoyed, "Oh? Is that so?~ But it was only that once!"
She stood her ground- that fool didn't scare Yomi! "Well~ if it doesn't matter, maybe I could beat you to near unconsciousness,"
"Let me in on the action, will ya? Heh, now that would be entertainment!" Alice sneered.
"Yes, it would- for me," Break looked at us darkly before smiling brightly and wandering away.
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AN: I know it was short and random, but it's just something I've always wanted to say to him.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippets Special: Valentines Day
AN: Mkay, if you don't understand what's happening, it's a combination of because I wrote it that way and inside jokes between me and my friends.
That Shinigami, Valentines Day
I had never seen The Undertaker look incredulous before. We had never managed to really surprise him with anything, until now. Gobi and I would have laughed at the face he was making if we hadn't been so totally serious about what we had asked. He looked up at our dead serious faces for a full minute, probably expecting some sign that we were joking.
When none came he went into a laughing fit the likes of which neither of us had ever seen before.
He finally recoverred enough to ask, "What brought on this question?"
"You know what you did, you hooker!" Gobi answered.
He looked bewilderred for a moment before smirking and saying, "Is this about the other day when the earl and his butler came to visit?~"
"Will you just answer the question?" I demanded more than asked.
"Only if you compensate me~"
Gobi sighed dramatically and said, "With what? Should I call Sebastian and have him give you a lapdance this time?"
Undertaker giggled, "That would be worth it just to see the look on his face!"
"Oh gawd..." I shuddered at the mental image.
Gobi turned to me and whisperred, "What the fuck are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know..." We stood there for a moment thinking.
Undertaker got bored and went back to what he had been doing before, "Well, whenever you think of something I'll be here~"
Gobi and I looked at his back, which was turned to us.
Then at eachother...
Then...
"Hm, You two are quiet... Should I be worried?~" Undertaker asked, still looking at the paperwork. When we didn't answer he spared a glance back at us, "Girls~?" We just stared back.
There was an instant where realization flashed across his face at what we were planning to do. Before he could move to stop us we tackled him.
Tickling was, admittedly, a dirty move on our part, but we were desperate! And against Gobi's nails...
...he didn't stand a chance!
After he had thrown us off he layed on the ground, breathing hard.He sat up, looking drained, "You two really know how to run at a problem head on!"
"There, we made you laugh!"
"Yeah, now tell us!"
I guess technically he could have told us that didn't count, but I think he was afraid we would rush him and do it again.
"Fine, fine," He agreed, "The answer is: no, I'm bi~!"
Each of us breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I called, "Alright, you guys! Pay up!"
A coffin opened and out of it climbed Grell, Ciel, and Lau.
"Eh?! I thought for sure he was all the way into guys!" Grell whined, handing over his cash.
"I know- I've never seen him handle a girl the way he handles the earl!" Lau agreed, giving us his cash, too.
"Please... I'd rather not think about this any longer. I've spent far too long in his presence," Ciel said, looking a bit ill. He handed over his money, too and they all left through the front door.
"Well, it's been very... educational, Unny!" Gobi said, while stuffing her pockets with money.
I did the same, "Yeah, I feel like I know you better, now!"
"Well, it's been fun~!" We turned to leave.
"Wait,"
At the sound of his voice, we halted and turned to look at him.
"...Unny?"
He looked at us curiously, "Is that... the only reason you two wanted to ask me that?"
We just smirked.
The End~
Happy Valentine's Day!~ <3
That Shinigami, Valentines Day
I had never seen The Undertaker look incredulous before. We had never managed to really surprise him with anything, until now. Gobi and I would have laughed at the face he was making if we hadn't been so totally serious about what we had asked. He looked up at our dead serious faces for a full minute, probably expecting some sign that we were joking.
When none came he went into a laughing fit the likes of which neither of us had ever seen before.
He finally recoverred enough to ask, "What brought on this question?"
"You know what you did, you hooker!" Gobi answered.
He looked bewilderred for a moment before smirking and saying, "Is this about the other day when the earl and his butler came to visit?~"
"Will you just answer the question?" I demanded more than asked.
"Only if you compensate me~"
Gobi sighed dramatically and said, "With what? Should I call Sebastian and have him give you a lapdance this time?"
Undertaker giggled, "That would be worth it just to see the look on his face!"
"Oh gawd..." I shuddered at the mental image.
Gobi turned to me and whisperred, "What the fuck are we supposed to do?"
"I don't know..." We stood there for a moment thinking.
Undertaker got bored and went back to what he had been doing before, "Well, whenever you think of something I'll be here~"
Gobi and I looked at his back, which was turned to us.
Then at eachother...
"Hm, You two are quiet... Should I be worried?~" Undertaker asked, still looking at the paperwork. When we didn't answer he spared a glance back at us, "Girls~?" We just stared back.
There was an instant where realization flashed across his face at what we were planning to do. Before he could move to stop us we tackled him.
Tickling was, admittedly, a dirty move on our part, but we were desperate! And against Gobi's nails...
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| AN: Pffffft!!! *spits out tea* XDDD I just realized- it looks like she's spanking him, or something XDDDDD!!! |
After he had thrown us off he layed on the ground, breathing hard.He sat up, looking drained, "You two really know how to run at a problem head on!"
"There, we made you laugh!"
"Yeah, now tell us!"
I guess technically he could have told us that didn't count, but I think he was afraid we would rush him and do it again.
"Fine, fine," He agreed, "The answer is: no, I'm bi~!"
Each of us breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I called, "Alright, you guys! Pay up!"
A coffin opened and out of it climbed Grell, Ciel, and Lau.
"Eh?! I thought for sure he was all the way into guys!" Grell whined, handing over his cash.
"I know- I've never seen him handle a girl the way he handles the earl!" Lau agreed, giving us his cash, too.
"Please... I'd rather not think about this any longer. I've spent far too long in his presence," Ciel said, looking a bit ill. He handed over his money, too and they all left through the front door.
"Well, it's been very... educational, Unny!" Gobi said, while stuffing her pockets with money.
I did the same, "Yeah, I feel like I know you better, now!"
"Well, it's been fun~!" We turned to leave.
"Wait,"
At the sound of his voice, we halted and turned to look at him.
"...Unny?"
He looked at us curiously, "Is that... the only reason you two wanted to ask me that?"
We just smirked.
The End~
Happy Valentine's Day!~ <3
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 05
AN: A more serious piece that refers back to the happenings in Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 02. This is from the perspective of Will.
Snippet 5: That shinigami, on his mind
Jumbled thoughts and memories
Even after it was over...
Even after weeks had passed...
Even though they had saved her...
Even though she had moved on...
He couldn't get it out of his head-
Her face...
Strained in desperation...
Terrified.
The demon's many arms... All over her...
Searching.
That voice-
an unnatural voice from a vile creature
And its face...
Dear God, its horrid face!
And for one precious moment...
He had just stood there...
Watching...
[It wasn't until she suddenly demanded help from him that he snapped out of it and organized a plan of attack with Grell. Together they managed to drive the demon off; and they even managed to keep the soul.]
...
And yet...
He couldn't stop going over it in his mind.
He hadn't even managed to properly appollogize to her, for God's sake!
["Are you alright to walk?" He asked.
"Um..." He watched, solemnly as she attempted to stand and fell (very unlady-like) on her face. She rolled over and looked at him with some embarassment, "...No,"
He knelt next to her and looked at her, not even knowing what he should say. She watched him, clearly understanding that he was trying to say something difficult. He opened his mouth and...]
I'm sorry
I froze up back there
That demon could have killed you in the minutes I wasted.
[... for some reason he found himself saying, "Good job," He cursed himself inwardly, but she looked pleased all the same.
However, next he lectured her, which earned a tired, annoyed look from her.]
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Why?
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Snippet 5: That shinigami, on his mind
Jumbled thoughts and memories
Even after it was over...
Even after weeks had passed...
Even though they had saved her...
Even though she had moved on...
He couldn't get it out of his head-
Her face...
Strained in desperation...
Terrified.
The demon's many arms... All over her...
Searching.
That voice-
an unnatural voice from a vile creature
And its face...
Dear God, its horrid face!
And for one precious moment...
He had just stood there...
Watching...
[It wasn't until she suddenly demanded help from him that he snapped out of it and organized a plan of attack with Grell. Together they managed to drive the demon off; and they even managed to keep the soul.]
...
And yet...
He couldn't stop going over it in his mind.
He hadn't even managed to properly appollogize to her, for God's sake!
["Are you alright to walk?" He asked.
"Um..." He watched, solemnly as she attempted to stand and fell (very unlady-like) on her face. She rolled over and looked at him with some embarassment, "...No,"
He knelt next to her and looked at her, not even knowing what he should say. She watched him, clearly understanding that he was trying to say something difficult. He opened his mouth and...]
I'm sorry
I froze up back there
That demon could have killed you in the minutes I wasted.
[... for some reason he found himself saying, "Good job," He cursed himself inwardly, but she looked pleased all the same.
However, next he lectured her, which earned a tired, annoyed look from her.]
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Why?
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Kuroshitsuji- Out of Place 02
I looked up at the building, confused, "Why are we here? Did someone die?"
"No," Sebastian explained, "This where the young master's informant is,"
"Huh..."
'Ciel sure knows a lot of random people,' Once, while I was with him, we'd met this Asian guy who looked like a pimp. Another time I'd seen him with two Indian guys who looked like royalty. Now we were visiting an undertaker? What kind of person would this be?
"Ciel!" I dashed across the room and threw my arms around him.
"Riley!" He yelled and struggled to get away.
I looked up when a laugh sounded from behind the counter, "A relative of yours, earl?"
So this was the undertaker? This guy was stranger than any of the other people I had seen Ciel with. He was like the epitome of Gothic fashion, a style which I hadn't seen in so long it almost got me emotional. He acted nothing like the goths from my old school, though- he was way too happy.
"Not likely," Ciel huffed.
"Oh, whatever! You wish you had me as a relative," I shot back, hugging him from behind. He was so short I could rest my head on top of his.
"Anyways," Ciel changed the subject before it could get out of hand (we were becoming famous for that), "Getting back to our conversation, what were you saying, undertaker?"
The man gazed at us over the counter, "Nothing until you pay up with the usual..."
I could feel Ciel get nervous; he unconsciously drew back into my hug as though for protection.
"Huh? Whatchu been making him do, mister?" I questioned, holding Ciel protectively and looking at the undertaker suspiciously, "It must be something bad- Ciel doesn't scare easily,"
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"Oh, wow, that really is cruel! Poor Ciel is the most serious kid ever," I laughed after he had explained.
"Well then, since you're not serious at all you should be able to come up with something," Ciel shot back.
I jumped, "Well, I can't just do it on command!"
From there the argument escalated to us yelling in eachother's faces. I don't remember what exactly we said to cause it, but somehow it sent undertaker into a fit (it might have had something to do with me calling Ciel a hooker...). After Sebastian had pulled me and Ciel apart, undertaker gave us tea and cookies and proceeded to give Ciel whatever information it was that he needed. Something about some murders. He investigated a lot of stuff like that- I couldn't keep them all straight.
I don't know if it was because of his clothing, which reminded me of home, or the cookies (I hadn't eaten anything so decent in a long time), but I was really sad to leave when Ciel was done talking to the undertaker. Not only that, Ciel was leaving now, too, and he wouldn't let me follow him.
"We can take you to your home, though, if you want," He offered.
"Oh, no thanks! I can make it on my own!" I quickly declined.
"Are you sure? It's dangerous at night,"
"No, I'm fine!" I insisted, then turned and ran, "Bye!"
I could feel them looking at me as I walked away. As soon as I was sure they could no longer see me, I slowed down. There was no real place to run to. Now, where was a safe place to rest? I decided on sleeping in a graveyard tonight. Sounds creepy, I know, but at least it's quiet and no one would bother me. Besides, the dead people were less likely to hurt me than the living people.
I curled up against a grave and fell into a fitful sleep.
"No," Sebastian explained, "This where the young master's informant is,"
"Huh..."
'Ciel sure knows a lot of random people,' Once, while I was with him, we'd met this Asian guy who looked like a pimp. Another time I'd seen him with two Indian guys who looked like royalty. Now we were visiting an undertaker? What kind of person would this be?
"Ciel!" I dashed across the room and threw my arms around him.
"Riley!" He yelled and struggled to get away.
I looked up when a laugh sounded from behind the counter, "A relative of yours, earl?"
So this was the undertaker? This guy was stranger than any of the other people I had seen Ciel with. He was like the epitome of Gothic fashion, a style which I hadn't seen in so long it almost got me emotional. He acted nothing like the goths from my old school, though- he was way too happy.
"Not likely," Ciel huffed.
"Oh, whatever! You wish you had me as a relative," I shot back, hugging him from behind. He was so short I could rest my head on top of his.
"Anyways," Ciel changed the subject before it could get out of hand (we were becoming famous for that), "Getting back to our conversation, what were you saying, undertaker?"
The man gazed at us over the counter, "Nothing until you pay up with the usual..."
I could feel Ciel get nervous; he unconsciously drew back into my hug as though for protection.
"Huh? Whatchu been making him do, mister?" I questioned, holding Ciel protectively and looking at the undertaker suspiciously, "It must be something bad- Ciel doesn't scare easily,"
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"Oh, wow, that really is cruel! Poor Ciel is the most serious kid ever," I laughed after he had explained.
"Well then, since you're not serious at all you should be able to come up with something," Ciel shot back.
I jumped, "Well, I can't just do it on command!"
From there the argument escalated to us yelling in eachother's faces. I don't remember what exactly we said to cause it, but somehow it sent undertaker into a fit (it might have had something to do with me calling Ciel a hooker...). After Sebastian had pulled me and Ciel apart, undertaker gave us tea and cookies and proceeded to give Ciel whatever information it was that he needed. Something about some murders. He investigated a lot of stuff like that- I couldn't keep them all straight.
I don't know if it was because of his clothing, which reminded me of home, or the cookies (I hadn't eaten anything so decent in a long time), but I was really sad to leave when Ciel was done talking to the undertaker. Not only that, Ciel was leaving now, too, and he wouldn't let me follow him.
"We can take you to your home, though, if you want," He offered.
"Oh, no thanks! I can make it on my own!" I quickly declined.
"Are you sure? It's dangerous at night,"
"No, I'm fine!" I insisted, then turned and ran, "Bye!"
I could feel them looking at me as I walked away. As soon as I was sure they could no longer see me, I slowed down. There was no real place to run to. Now, where was a safe place to rest? I decided on sleeping in a graveyard tonight. Sounds creepy, I know, but at least it's quiet and no one would bother me. Besides, the dead people were less likely to hurt me than the living people.
I curled up against a grave and fell into a fitful sleep.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 04
Snippet 4: That Shinigami, A New Obsession
"So... what are we doing again?"
Grell shushed Yomi and whispered, "Sebby and that brat will be here any moment. We're waiting for him~"
Gobi was not amused, "You dragged us out here to stalk that fucker?"
"Ah!~ There he is! Sebby!" Grell immediately rushed out of their hiding spot in a dark alley to tackle Sebastian. Yomi and Gobi stepped out, too.
"Hi, Ciel!" Yomi smiled at the annoyed kid.
He returned with, "Greetings,"
"Whatchu doin'?" Gobi asked, slumping lazily against Ciel.
"Attending to my normal duties," Ciel replied, pushing her away, "I really must be on my way," With that he and the butler walked away, with Grell right behind them. Yomi and Gobi glanced at eachother and followed, too.
"What do you all want?" Ciel asked, finally noticing them, "Please do not follow me. I have no time for you right now,"
"But every time we follow you we meet someone new and weirder. It's kind of like a game now," Yomi told him.
"Yeah, like the time we met that asian, pimp, drug dealer guy," Gobi reminded him.
Ciel muttered something along the lines of, "Who would want to meet him...?"
They soon found themselves standing outside a cobweb-covered building. The front of the building was decorated with coffins and graves. Ciel looked at it as though he'd really rather be somewhere else. Yomi and Gobi stared up at it in wonder.
"I didn't know they had a halloween store around here!" Gobi cried.
Ciel sighed, "Let's go inside..." They entered into a dimly lit room full of coffins.
"Are you here, Undertaker?" Ciel called.
At first there was no answer. But then a coffin creaked open and a chilling voice said, "Ah, it's the earl~"
A man, clad in a baggy, black coat and with long silver hair, pulled himself up and out of the coffin.
"Have you come to see what it feels like to sleep in my custome-made coffin?" The Undertaker grinned at Ciel.
Ciel was not moved "No. I need some information on something. There have recently been some disappearances..." Yomi blocked out most of what Ciel was saying, after that.
"Who is that guy?" Gobi asked under her breath.
Yomi shook her head and whispered back; "I dunno... He looks familiar, but I don't remember where I've seen him..."
"Whoever he is, he's awesome..." Gobi smiled, looking as enamored as Yomi felt.
"Fuck yes," Yomi answered excitedly.
"So... what are we doing again?"
Grell shushed Yomi and whispered, "Sebby and that brat will be here any moment. We're waiting for him~"
Gobi was not amused, "You dragged us out here to stalk that fucker?"
"Ah!~ There he is! Sebby!" Grell immediately rushed out of their hiding spot in a dark alley to tackle Sebastian. Yomi and Gobi stepped out, too.
"Hi, Ciel!" Yomi smiled at the annoyed kid.
He returned with, "Greetings,"
"Whatchu doin'?" Gobi asked, slumping lazily against Ciel.
"Attending to my normal duties," Ciel replied, pushing her away, "I really must be on my way," With that he and the butler walked away, with Grell right behind them. Yomi and Gobi glanced at eachother and followed, too.
"What do you all want?" Ciel asked, finally noticing them, "Please do not follow me. I have no time for you right now,"
"But every time we follow you we meet someone new and weirder. It's kind of like a game now," Yomi told him.
"Yeah, like the time we met that asian, pimp, drug dealer guy," Gobi reminded him.
Ciel muttered something along the lines of, "Who would want to meet him...?"
They soon found themselves standing outside a cobweb-covered building. The front of the building was decorated with coffins and graves. Ciel looked at it as though he'd really rather be somewhere else. Yomi and Gobi stared up at it in wonder.
"I didn't know they had a halloween store around here!" Gobi cried.
Ciel sighed, "Let's go inside..." They entered into a dimly lit room full of coffins.
"Are you here, Undertaker?" Ciel called.
At first there was no answer. But then a coffin creaked open and a chilling voice said, "Ah, it's the earl~"
A man, clad in a baggy, black coat and with long silver hair, pulled himself up and out of the coffin.
"Have you come to see what it feels like to sleep in my custome-made coffin?" The Undertaker grinned at Ciel.
Ciel was not moved "No. I need some information on something. There have recently been some disappearances..." Yomi blocked out most of what Ciel was saying, after that.
"Who is that guy?" Gobi asked under her breath.
Yomi shook her head and whispered back; "I dunno... He looks familiar, but I don't remember where I've seen him..."
"Whoever he is, he's awesome..." Gobi smiled, looking as enamored as Yomi felt.
"Fuck yes," Yomi answered excitedly.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 03
AN: O3O my friend Gobi is in this one!
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Snippet 3: That Shinigami, an old friend
Yomi yawned and stretched tiredly. It was the early hours of the morning; the sun wasn't even up yet. She was currently crouched behind a stoop in a dark alley in london waiting for whatever was about to happen. Lately there had been a demon around, snatching up every soul she went after, getting her in trouble at work. So tonight she was gonna end it!
She had heard from a fairly reliable source that the perpetrator would appear here tonight, but it had been an hour and nothing had happened. She was just about to give up and leave when, she heard footsteps approaching from the end of the alley. A young, scantilly clad woman was walking; probably on her way home or to find her next 'job'
Suddenly a shadowy figure clad in a black cloak swept up behind her and slit her throat then knelt next to next to the body.
So the demon really had appeared! Yomi took this opportunity to attack. She readied her scythe and then lept at the demon. She was sure she had gotten the jump on that demon, but then what she'd thought was a black cloak, moved seemingly unaided and wrapped around her wrist.
"OW!" Yomi cut the cloak and looked down at her wrist at the teeth marks.
"Hmph. That's what ya get for sneaking up on me!" The female demon was now facing her, smirking.
The demon had brown eyes that flashed red and auburn hair that hung mid-way down her back. On top of her head were two pointed dog ears.
At first they only looked at eachother distrustfully, the demon readying her claws and Yomi holding her scythe, then...
The demon's eyes widened in recognition, "Yomi?"
Yomi looked at the demon for a minute before gasping and saying, "Gobi!" Then they were hugging.
"Fuckin' fuck! I haven't seen you in the longest time!" The she-demon laughed, "Where've you been?" She demanded then sniffed and said, "Nevermind- I can smell it on ya- shinigami, huh?"
"Yup!" Yomi grinned. Then she remembered why she was there, "Hey, Gobi, are you the one that's been eating all the hookers' souls around here?"
Gobi looked offended, "Pft. Don't insult me! They're disgusting. I feed them to my shadows," For emphasis she pointed to the fresh corpse and yelled, "Dinner!" Her black cloak dropped off of her shoulders of its own accord and turned into many shadowy wolves. They all moved to surround the hooker.
"Shadows?"
Gobi smiled proudly, "Yes, they're my minions!"
"Oh..." Yomi was still confused, "Well you have to go hunt souls somewhere else from now on," Yomi told her, "You've been making me work overtime!"
Gobi frowned, "But london has so many hookers to spare..."
Yomi sighed, "Well, then, at least stay away from my souls,"
Gobi glared, "How am I supposed to know which ones are yours?"
"Easy- I only ever get the ickiest people in the city. Hookers, thugs, rapists- that sort of thing,"
Gobi laughed, "Your job sounds really sucky," She took out a pocket watch, then, and checked it, "I gotta run. These two demons are gonna duke it out over the soul of some kid with blood made of LSD (or something) and I wanna watch them beat the shit out of eachother... Hey, wanna come?"
"Hm... that sounds familiar, what are their names?"
"They go by Claude Faustus and Sebastian Michaelis,"
Yomi wrinkled her nose, "Ooh! No thanks! I clean up Sebastian's murder victims all the time and Claude felt me up one time, so I'd rather not see either of them..."
"Suit yourself, then," Gobi whistled to her shadows and they surrounded her body, forming back into a dark cloak, "See ya 'round... Shinigami Yomi," she smirked and melted into the shadows.
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Snippet 3: That Shinigami, an old friend
Yomi yawned and stretched tiredly. It was the early hours of the morning; the sun wasn't even up yet. She was currently crouched behind a stoop in a dark alley in london waiting for whatever was about to happen. Lately there had been a demon around, snatching up every soul she went after, getting her in trouble at work. So tonight she was gonna end it!
She had heard from a fairly reliable source that the perpetrator would appear here tonight, but it had been an hour and nothing had happened. She was just about to give up and leave when, she heard footsteps approaching from the end of the alley. A young, scantilly clad woman was walking; probably on her way home or to find her next 'job'
Suddenly a shadowy figure clad in a black cloak swept up behind her and slit her throat then knelt next to next to the body.
So the demon really had appeared! Yomi took this opportunity to attack. She readied her scythe and then lept at the demon. She was sure she had gotten the jump on that demon, but then what she'd thought was a black cloak, moved seemingly unaided and wrapped around her wrist.
"OW!" Yomi cut the cloak and looked down at her wrist at the teeth marks.
"Hmph. That's what ya get for sneaking up on me!" The female demon was now facing her, smirking.
The demon had brown eyes that flashed red and auburn hair that hung mid-way down her back. On top of her head were two pointed dog ears.
At first they only looked at eachother distrustfully, the demon readying her claws and Yomi holding her scythe, then...
The demon's eyes widened in recognition, "Yomi?"
Yomi looked at the demon for a minute before gasping and saying, "Gobi!" Then they were hugging.
"Fuckin' fuck! I haven't seen you in the longest time!" The she-demon laughed, "Where've you been?" She demanded then sniffed and said, "Nevermind- I can smell it on ya- shinigami, huh?"
"Yup!" Yomi grinned. Then she remembered why she was there, "Hey, Gobi, are you the one that's been eating all the hookers' souls around here?"
Gobi looked offended, "Pft. Don't insult me! They're disgusting. I feed them to my shadows," For emphasis she pointed to the fresh corpse and yelled, "Dinner!" Her black cloak dropped off of her shoulders of its own accord and turned into many shadowy wolves. They all moved to surround the hooker.
"Shadows?"
Gobi smiled proudly, "Yes, they're my minions!"
"Oh..." Yomi was still confused, "Well you have to go hunt souls somewhere else from now on," Yomi told her, "You've been making me work overtime!"
Gobi frowned, "But london has so many hookers to spare..."
Yomi sighed, "Well, then, at least stay away from my souls,"
Gobi glared, "How am I supposed to know which ones are yours?"
"Easy- I only ever get the ickiest people in the city. Hookers, thugs, rapists- that sort of thing,"
Gobi laughed, "Your job sounds really sucky," She took out a pocket watch, then, and checked it, "I gotta run. These two demons are gonna duke it out over the soul of some kid with blood made of LSD (or something) and I wanna watch them beat the shit out of eachother... Hey, wanna come?"
"Hm... that sounds familiar, what are their names?"
"They go by Claude Faustus and Sebastian Michaelis,"
Yomi wrinkled her nose, "Ooh! No thanks! I clean up Sebastian's murder victims all the time and Claude felt me up one time, so I'd rather not see either of them..."
"Suit yourself, then," Gobi whistled to her shadows and they surrounded her body, forming back into a dark cloak, "See ya 'round... Shinigami Yomi," she smirked and melted into the shadows.
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Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Adventures of Mary Sue: Chapter 01
AN: Yes I'm writing a Mary Sue. >:3 So THERE!
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There was a heaving in my body and water was wrenched from it. It hurt. Once it was over I curled up on the ground, tears in my eyes. I don’t know how long I lay there, staring blankly at the dirt. The crowing of a bird seemed to snap me out of my daze. I became aware enough to feel the water against my face. I raised my head to look at the sky and then around me.
“Where the hell am I?!”
It was a rainy night. I was lying in the middle of a narrow dirt road but beyond that it was too dark to see. Feeling confused and scared, I pulled myself to my feet.
“Hello?” I called. No one answered. No one was around. I followed the road with my eyes until I saw some lights. It looked like it might be a village of some sort.
‘If there are lights, then there are people there,’ people who probably knew where I was and could let me borrow a phone. I’d use my cell phone, but it wouldn’t even turn on. ‘Hell of a time for it to mess up! Piece of shit!’
I followed the dirt road with my feet this time. The rain was coming down heavier now, and it was freezing! My clothes clung to me as though I had gone swimming in them. I was barefooted too, so my feet were going numb. I wanted to run and quickly get out of the rain, but I couldn’t see.
While I walked I tried to summon whatever memories I had of before I went unconscious. The last thing I seemed to remember was sitting by the riverside and my brother sneaking up on me and scaring the shit out of me. Then I had jumped and fallen into the river. That was all I could remember. But I was obviously missing something, because I didn’t remember coming to this place. It was really freaking me out! I could feel warm tears in my eyes.
My attention went back to the lights. As I neared one of the buildings I noticed that the light inside was dim and flickering and that there were no streetlights or anything. In fact, looking at the rest of this little village, I could see that there were no electric lights at all.
I came close to a church and stopped several feet short of the door. It was a small church with a bell tower. I noticed that the style of building was old even though the building itself wasn’t that old. Through the window, I could see the flickering light inside, moving around in the dark room. So there was someone inside.
When the person appeared at the window, I tensed up. The candle vaguely illuminated the face of the one who was holding it. The person lingered for a minute, watching me as I watched them, then moved away and into some far corner of the room where I couldn’t see them.
‘Why are they hiding from me? Maybe I shouldn’t go in there…’ I turned to leave, but the sound of thunder changed my mind. I hastened to the door and opened it but hesitated again and took a moment to peer into the church. It was a big room with benches and a pulpit like so many other churches. On a table across the room I could see the candle but the mysterious person was nowhere to be seen.
“Hello?” There was no reply.
I again asked myself whether I should really go in.
The flash of lightening made up my mind for me. I slammed the door and pressed my back to it. With a sigh, I slid to the hardwood floor of the church. I wouldn’t go any further in, I decided. I looked around me at the darkness. It was so dark that I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face.
Thunder roared and lightening flashed, causing me to cry out and jump to my feet. An eerie laugh echoed around the room so that I couldn’t pinpoint its source. I choked back a scream and instead went further into the room- I didn’t want to just sit there and wait for him to sneak up on me, I was gonna find him, “Hey, where are you?” I called, “Stop hiding, you hooker!”
Anxiously, I searched my pockets for a weapon of some sort- there was nothing. I went towards the table where the candle I had seen earlier was. There were two empty brass candlesticks on this table. I picked one of them up; this would do nicely.
It was then that I caught sight of the coffin. It was sitting in front of the pulpit. Luckily, it was closed. I walked up to it to look at the flower arrangement on its lid.
Were they real or silk? When I reached up to feel, a pale, clawed, spidery hand appeared out of the shadows and grabbed my wrist. The rest of his body soon followed; he was very tall and clad all in black. His face held a chilling grin and was framed by long silver hair covering his eyes. A scream echoed around the room; it must have been mine.
I quickly pulled myself together and swung the brass candlestick at his head. He caught it with inhuman speed in his free hand and pulled it away easily. I surrendered it and instead went at him with my nails. He managed to toss the candlestick away and still have time to catch my hand, all the while smirking at me.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow he managed to pin me to a wall. ‘This guy isn’t normal!’ “What the hell are you?” I demanded.
“I’m simply an undertaker; no one to be afraid of, my dear,” He said, with some kind of English accent, “And you are?”
(AN: Sorry, people in the U.K. I don’t live there so I don’t know how to name the accents)
“Just a girl seeking shelter from the rain,” I explained, “Now will you please let go of me?”
“If you promise not to attack me again,” He teased.
“Fine,” I agreed, “You started it, anyway,”
Still grinning, he released me and walked toward the coffin. I watched him, not wanting to let him out of my sight. He checked over the display; I guess to see if I had messed it up. I went to stand next to him, “Ya know, I didn’t even touch it,”
“I’m glad- this family wouldn’t forgive me if something went wrong,”
“So… why are you setting up a funeral in the middle of the night, anyway? Is it gonna happen early in the morning, or something?”
“No, there’s just so much to do,” He explained, “And also…” He paused to grin at me, “I just get so excited about funerals!” His grin turned into a frown as he continued, “But now it’s raining, so I can’t go make preparations in the graveyard,” He sighed sadly.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I just looked at him. ‘Is he really serious?’
Very suddenly, the room was spinning. I could feel myself swaying dizzily. The undertaker said something to me but I didn’t quite catch it. When the room stopped spinning, I found myself sitting in one of the benches. The undertaker was next to me, grasping my arm to keep me upright.
“Did you hit your head?” He asked.
I racked my brain for a minute, “Yeah… why?”
With his free hand he reached up and wiped something off of my forehead. It was blood. Next thing I knew, I was slumped against him and he was wrapping something around my head.
“Are you finally awake, miss?”
I sat up, “Yeah, what happened?”
“You fainted from blood loss. For a minute I thought I might have to arrange your funeral, too!” He laughed, “However, I managed to stop the bleeding,”
I wasn’t sure why he was so giddy, but I was thankful anyway and told him so.
He smiled back, “You’re welcome,”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” He continued, “Where are you from? I’ve never seen clothing such as yours~,”
“Oh, you haven’t?” I looked down at my clothes; a red and black, long-sleeved T-shirt and arctic camouflage pants that I had rolled up to avoid getting muddy on the walk over here. I didn’t think they looked so strange.
“Ah- that reminds me; the whole reason I came to this village here is to ask where I am,” I explained.
He explained, or at least attempted to. First he told me we were in [insert odd-sounding village name here]. Apparently that was pretty close to [insert another odd-sounding village name here]. When I told him I had never heard of either of those places I managed to find out I was somewhere in England.
“I take it that surprises you?” He said in response to my shocked face.
I could only nod. That couldn’t be true… No way! But what if it was? How would I get home? What were my parents doing right now? And how did I get here anyway?
I must have looked really panicked because some of the humor had gone from his voice when he asked, “Miss?”
“I don’t remember coming here…” I said faintly, “I don’t remember coming to this country…”
“What do you remember?”
I recounted my story of falling in the river, realizing in the process that that’s when I had hit my head and that my clothes were the same as what I had been wearing at that time. So, that must mean that not much time had passed between me being near my home (in the U.S.) and me being here (in the U.K.)
He couldn’t offer up any explanation of course, so we lapsed into silence. It was then that I realized I was exhausted. I didn’t really want to fall asleep in front of this guy, though. He was still a stranger, after all. And anyways, I was pretty uncomfortable in these sopping wet clothes.
Eventually sleep took me, anyway; I sank (almost) willingly into its arms…
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There was a heaving in my body and water was wrenched from it. It hurt. Once it was over I curled up on the ground, tears in my eyes. I don’t know how long I lay there, staring blankly at the dirt. The crowing of a bird seemed to snap me out of my daze. I became aware enough to feel the water against my face. I raised my head to look at the sky and then around me.
“Where the hell am I?!”
It was a rainy night. I was lying in the middle of a narrow dirt road but beyond that it was too dark to see. Feeling confused and scared, I pulled myself to my feet.
“Hello?” I called. No one answered. No one was around. I followed the road with my eyes until I saw some lights. It looked like it might be a village of some sort.
‘If there are lights, then there are people there,’ people who probably knew where I was and could let me borrow a phone. I’d use my cell phone, but it wouldn’t even turn on. ‘Hell of a time for it to mess up! Piece of shit!’
I followed the dirt road with my feet this time. The rain was coming down heavier now, and it was freezing! My clothes clung to me as though I had gone swimming in them. I was barefooted too, so my feet were going numb. I wanted to run and quickly get out of the rain, but I couldn’t see.
While I walked I tried to summon whatever memories I had of before I went unconscious. The last thing I seemed to remember was sitting by the riverside and my brother sneaking up on me and scaring the shit out of me. Then I had jumped and fallen into the river. That was all I could remember. But I was obviously missing something, because I didn’t remember coming to this place. It was really freaking me out! I could feel warm tears in my eyes.
My attention went back to the lights. As I neared one of the buildings I noticed that the light inside was dim and flickering and that there were no streetlights or anything. In fact, looking at the rest of this little village, I could see that there were no electric lights at all.
I came close to a church and stopped several feet short of the door. It was a small church with a bell tower. I noticed that the style of building was old even though the building itself wasn’t that old. Through the window, I could see the flickering light inside, moving around in the dark room. So there was someone inside.
When the person appeared at the window, I tensed up. The candle vaguely illuminated the face of the one who was holding it. The person lingered for a minute, watching me as I watched them, then moved away and into some far corner of the room where I couldn’t see them.
‘Why are they hiding from me? Maybe I shouldn’t go in there…’ I turned to leave, but the sound of thunder changed my mind. I hastened to the door and opened it but hesitated again and took a moment to peer into the church. It was a big room with benches and a pulpit like so many other churches. On a table across the room I could see the candle but the mysterious person was nowhere to be seen.
“Hello?” There was no reply.
I again asked myself whether I should really go in.
The flash of lightening made up my mind for me. I slammed the door and pressed my back to it. With a sigh, I slid to the hardwood floor of the church. I wouldn’t go any further in, I decided. I looked around me at the darkness. It was so dark that I couldn’t see my hands in front of my face.
Thunder roared and lightening flashed, causing me to cry out and jump to my feet. An eerie laugh echoed around the room so that I couldn’t pinpoint its source. I choked back a scream and instead went further into the room- I didn’t want to just sit there and wait for him to sneak up on me, I was gonna find him, “Hey, where are you?” I called, “Stop hiding, you hooker!”
Anxiously, I searched my pockets for a weapon of some sort- there was nothing. I went towards the table where the candle I had seen earlier was. There were two empty brass candlesticks on this table. I picked one of them up; this would do nicely.
It was then that I caught sight of the coffin. It was sitting in front of the pulpit. Luckily, it was closed. I walked up to it to look at the flower arrangement on its lid.
Were they real or silk? When I reached up to feel, a pale, clawed, spidery hand appeared out of the shadows and grabbed my wrist. The rest of his body soon followed; he was very tall and clad all in black. His face held a chilling grin and was framed by long silver hair covering his eyes. A scream echoed around the room; it must have been mine.
I quickly pulled myself together and swung the brass candlestick at his head. He caught it with inhuman speed in his free hand and pulled it away easily. I surrendered it and instead went at him with my nails. He managed to toss the candlestick away and still have time to catch my hand, all the while smirking at me.
I don’t know how it happened but somehow he managed to pin me to a wall. ‘This guy isn’t normal!’ “What the hell are you?” I demanded.
“I’m simply an undertaker; no one to be afraid of, my dear,” He said, with some kind of English accent, “And you are?”
(AN: Sorry, people in the U.K. I don’t live there so I don’t know how to name the accents)
“Just a girl seeking shelter from the rain,” I explained, “Now will you please let go of me?”
“If you promise not to attack me again,” He teased.
“Fine,” I agreed, “You started it, anyway,”
Still grinning, he released me and walked toward the coffin. I watched him, not wanting to let him out of my sight. He checked over the display; I guess to see if I had messed it up. I went to stand next to him, “Ya know, I didn’t even touch it,”
“I’m glad- this family wouldn’t forgive me if something went wrong,”
“So… why are you setting up a funeral in the middle of the night, anyway? Is it gonna happen early in the morning, or something?”
“No, there’s just so much to do,” He explained, “And also…” He paused to grin at me, “I just get so excited about funerals!” His grin turned into a frown as he continued, “But now it’s raining, so I can’t go make preparations in the graveyard,” He sighed sadly.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I just looked at him. ‘Is he really serious?’
Very suddenly, the room was spinning. I could feel myself swaying dizzily. The undertaker said something to me but I didn’t quite catch it. When the room stopped spinning, I found myself sitting in one of the benches. The undertaker was next to me, grasping my arm to keep me upright.
“Did you hit your head?” He asked.
I racked my brain for a minute, “Yeah… why?”
With his free hand he reached up and wiped something off of my forehead. It was blood. Next thing I knew, I was slumped against him and he was wrapping something around my head.
“Are you finally awake, miss?”
I sat up, “Yeah, what happened?”
“You fainted from blood loss. For a minute I thought I might have to arrange your funeral, too!” He laughed, “However, I managed to stop the bleeding,”
I wasn’t sure why he was so giddy, but I was thankful anyway and told him so.
He smiled back, “You’re welcome,”
“If you don’t mind me asking,” He continued, “Where are you from? I’ve never seen clothing such as yours~,”
“Oh, you haven’t?” I looked down at my clothes; a red and black, long-sleeved T-shirt and arctic camouflage pants that I had rolled up to avoid getting muddy on the walk over here. I didn’t think they looked so strange.
“Ah- that reminds me; the whole reason I came to this village here is to ask where I am,” I explained.
He explained, or at least attempted to. First he told me we were in [insert odd-sounding village name here]. Apparently that was pretty close to [insert another odd-sounding village name here]. When I told him I had never heard of either of those places I managed to find out I was somewhere in England.
“I take it that surprises you?” He said in response to my shocked face.
I could only nod. That couldn’t be true… No way! But what if it was? How would I get home? What were my parents doing right now? And how did I get here anyway?
I must have looked really panicked because some of the humor had gone from his voice when he asked, “Miss?”
“I don’t remember coming here…” I said faintly, “I don’t remember coming to this country…”
“What do you remember?”
I recounted my story of falling in the river, realizing in the process that that’s when I had hit my head and that my clothes were the same as what I had been wearing at that time. So, that must mean that not much time had passed between me being near my home (in the U.S.) and me being here (in the U.K.)
He couldn’t offer up any explanation of course, so we lapsed into silence. It was then that I realized I was exhausted. I didn’t really want to fall asleep in front of this guy, though. He was still a stranger, after all. And anyways, I was pretty uncomfortable in these sopping wet clothes.
Eventually sleep took me, anyway; I sank (almost) willingly into its arms…
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 02
Snippet 2: That shinigami, in trouble
Yomi wasn't sure exactly what had happened to Will. All she knew was that he had went to fight a certain demon named Claude Faustus and come back covered in injuries (she took this to mean he'd lost...). Ever since then, he'd been pissier than she'd ever seen him and refused to discuss any of it.
She tried to put it out of her mind, now, as she concentrated on what she was supposed to be doing. It wasn't working so well... This assignment was kind of dull..."
"Oh, Yomi~!"
She looked around at the sound of her name, "Hey, Grell!"
"I was wondering... Just out of curiousity, what kind of assignment you have...?"
Yomi looked at it again, "Um... looks like I'm cleaning up after Sebastian again..." It was no wonder, Will hated him- he made a huge mess every week!
"kyaaaaa! I knew it!" Grell squealed, "I'll trade you!"
Yomi blinked, "...Is it really okay if we do that...?"
"Whatever~ as long as it gets done, and stuff~"
"But... our paperwork will be all weird then and Will is deffinitely gonna notice-,"
"Details, details- live in the moment!" He quickly pulled the assignment away and shoved a different one in her hands, "Thanks Yomi, bye!~" He then ran off somewhere.
Yomi shrugged; may as well do it. Somebody would have to. Will would deffinitely notice, but she could probably put the blame on Grell (it was his fault anyway).
'And if I do well enough then maybe I won't be stuck with boring stuff so much,'
The assignment led her to the carraige of a young noble, Jim Macken. He was bleeding to death from a stab wound.
Yomi could see the suprise in his face as she appeared in the carraige with him. He shouted, "Who are you?"
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"Grell Sutcliffe," Will said loudly.
The red shinigami turned to look at him with a look as though he had done something wrong, "Y-yes, Will?"
Will narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "How is your assignment coming along? The one with Jim Macken,"
Grell fidgetted nervously, "Uh...Um... Well, you see..."
"Really..." Will sighed, "Who did you give it to?"
"Oh, Yomi didn't seem too happy about her assignment, so I just traded with her," Grell seemed pleased with himself.
Will, however took on an even sharper tone, "Grell Sutcliffe, Did you even read the assignment?" He sighed, "There are five demons surrounding that boy's soul, she's bound to run into one or more of them. There's no way a new kid like her will last,"
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Yomi looked over the book in her hands, "Hm... Woooow, you've been through quite a lot, haven't you, Jim?" She exclaimed, more to herself than to him.
He bombarded her with more questions- she ignored them all, "It's about time," She muttered, looking at her watch. Right on queu, the carraige crashed.
Yomi knelt next to Jim Macken. She was just about to take the soul, when the door of the carraige was torn off by the maid who had been driving.
Yomi cried out and dodged an attack from the maid. So there was a demon with this child? No matter, Yomi could handle a lone demon! Couldn't she? Well, it was a pretty rough fight, but eventually she managed to injure the demon maid badly enough that she backed off and ran away.
Yomi could hear talking nearby but could only make out a loud cry of, "Claude!" She recognized it to be Macken's voice.
Breathing heavily, she followed the voice (and blood trail) of Jim Macken and was unpleasantly suprised by what she saw. A tall demon dressed as a butler was standing over the limp body of Jim. She could tell that she had been too late if she had wanted to save that soul... Or had she? The butler demon was holding something in his hand, "So... Claude, is it? What's that you have there?" She demanded.
He turned to her, smiling a creepy smile, and held up a ring.
"Is that... Jim Macken's soul..." It was more of a statement than a question, "I need that, mister, so hand it over,"
"I would have thought, after the beating I gave Spears, that other shinigami wouldn't be so eager to fight me; especially over worthless souls,"
Something clicked in Yomi's brain, "You're the one that fought Will?"
He smirked, "Ah, so you know him,"
"Damn... You must be pretty goddamn powerful to beat Will in a fight," Yomi observed, "But it doesn't matter. I need that soul- it isn't worthless to me," She readied her scythe, "So give it here, mister!"
Claude chuckled in his creepy manner and sighed, "Very well, if you insist..."
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"Grell Sutcliffe,"
Grell jumped at the sound of his name.
Will narrowed his eyes at the bright red reaper, "Do not dawdle. It is your fault in the first place that a rookie is on this difficult job. If anything happens to that kid, I'm holding you personally responsible," He turned and continued walking through the woods, "Now, it should be right up ahead,"
They pushed their way into a clearing with a big hill and tree in it. Under the tree was a bloody, soul-less corpse. Sitting on the ground a few feet away, looking exhausted, was Yomi.
She looked surprised to see them, "Oh- hey, what are you guys doing here?" She called.
Will walked closer, "We came to check on your progress in obtaining Jim Macken's soul since Sutcliffe, here, decided to send you on such a difficult assignment... How is it going?"
"Well, there were lots of demons and they tried to take Macken's soul, but I managed to swipe this from them!" She held up a ring, smiling. Then she glanced around warily, "Listen, that Claude guy is around here somewhere. He'll definitely come back to get it!"
Suddenly a shadowy figure rose up from behind the worn out Yomi and wrapped long, spidery limbs around her, "Ah... seems you have something of mine,"
Will could feel himself freeze up in fright, like a deer (He would later reprimand himself thousands of times).
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Yomi felt a terrified shudder run through her body at the demon's touch. He must have reverted to his true form! Yomi couldn't be sure of that, though- she was too afraid to look (and very well couldn't, once he had shoved her face into the dirt).
She pulled her face out of the dirt, "Let me go!" She yelled, struggling with what must have been 6-8 long spider arms but felt like a lot more, "Get away from me!"
This wasn't good. She could feel herself beginning to panic. The look of horror plastered on Will's face didn't help either.
"Will! Do something!" She shrieked. He snapped out of it then and lunged toward the struggling pair. Grell joined in and soon the two of them had sent the demon running.
Yomi, who was leaning against the tree, barely able to move, looked up when someone came to stand next to her. She said, weakly, "Hi, Will... I managed to keep the ring," She smiled in triumph.
"Are you alright to walk?" He asked.
"Um..." She tried standing and promptly fell over, "...No,"
He knelt next to her and looked at her with his usual serious expression looking like he wanted to say something; she looked back at him, waiting. Finally, he sighed and patted her on the head, "Good job," It was almost a touching moment, Yomi thought. But then...
"From now on you are not to go on any assignments that aren't officially assigned to you. You are also to report Grell if he tries to pile any of his work onto you, do you understand?" She looked at him, annoyed, and nodded silently.
"Good," He then stood up and called, "Grell Sutcliffe,"
"Yes?~" Grell pranced over to us.
"Carry her," Will ordered, and then walked away.
"Carry her? But why me?" Grell whined.
"Because it's your fault she's in this state,"
"This is no way to treat a lady!"
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Yomi wasn't sure exactly what had happened to Will. All she knew was that he had went to fight a certain demon named Claude Faustus and come back covered in injuries (she took this to mean he'd lost...). Ever since then, he'd been pissier than she'd ever seen him and refused to discuss any of it.
She tried to put it out of her mind, now, as she concentrated on what she was supposed to be doing. It wasn't working so well... This assignment was kind of dull..."
"Oh, Yomi~!"
She looked around at the sound of her name, "Hey, Grell!"
"I was wondering... Just out of curiousity, what kind of assignment you have...?"
Yomi looked at it again, "Um... looks like I'm cleaning up after Sebastian again..." It was no wonder, Will hated him- he made a huge mess every week!
"kyaaaaa! I knew it!" Grell squealed, "I'll trade you!"
Yomi blinked, "...Is it really okay if we do that...?"
"Whatever~ as long as it gets done, and stuff~"
"But... our paperwork will be all weird then and Will is deffinitely gonna notice-,"
"Details, details- live in the moment!" He quickly pulled the assignment away and shoved a different one in her hands, "Thanks Yomi, bye!~" He then ran off somewhere.
Yomi shrugged; may as well do it. Somebody would have to. Will would deffinitely notice, but she could probably put the blame on Grell (it was his fault anyway).
'And if I do well enough then maybe I won't be stuck with boring stuff so much,'
The assignment led her to the carraige of a young noble, Jim Macken. He was bleeding to death from a stab wound.
Yomi could see the suprise in his face as she appeared in the carraige with him. He shouted, "Who are you?"
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"Grell Sutcliffe," Will said loudly.
The red shinigami turned to look at him with a look as though he had done something wrong, "Y-yes, Will?"
Will narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "How is your assignment coming along? The one with Jim Macken,"
Grell fidgetted nervously, "Uh...Um... Well, you see..."
"Really..." Will sighed, "Who did you give it to?"
"Oh, Yomi didn't seem too happy about her assignment, so I just traded with her," Grell seemed pleased with himself.
Will, however took on an even sharper tone, "Grell Sutcliffe, Did you even read the assignment?" He sighed, "There are five demons surrounding that boy's soul, she's bound to run into one or more of them. There's no way a new kid like her will last,"
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Yomi looked over the book in her hands, "Hm... Woooow, you've been through quite a lot, haven't you, Jim?" She exclaimed, more to herself than to him.
He bombarded her with more questions- she ignored them all, "It's about time," She muttered, looking at her watch. Right on queu, the carraige crashed.
Yomi knelt next to Jim Macken. She was just about to take the soul, when the door of the carraige was torn off by the maid who had been driving.
Yomi cried out and dodged an attack from the maid. So there was a demon with this child? No matter, Yomi could handle a lone demon! Couldn't she? Well, it was a pretty rough fight, but eventually she managed to injure the demon maid badly enough that she backed off and ran away.
Yomi could hear talking nearby but could only make out a loud cry of, "Claude!" She recognized it to be Macken's voice.
Breathing heavily, she followed the voice (and blood trail) of Jim Macken and was unpleasantly suprised by what she saw. A tall demon dressed as a butler was standing over the limp body of Jim. She could tell that she had been too late if she had wanted to save that soul... Or had she? The butler demon was holding something in his hand, "So... Claude, is it? What's that you have there?" She demanded.
He turned to her, smiling a creepy smile, and held up a ring.
"Is that... Jim Macken's soul..." It was more of a statement than a question, "I need that, mister, so hand it over,"
"I would have thought, after the beating I gave Spears, that other shinigami wouldn't be so eager to fight me; especially over worthless souls,"
Something clicked in Yomi's brain, "You're the one that fought Will?"
He smirked, "Ah, so you know him,"
"Damn... You must be pretty goddamn powerful to beat Will in a fight," Yomi observed, "But it doesn't matter. I need that soul- it isn't worthless to me," She readied her scythe, "So give it here, mister!"
Claude chuckled in his creepy manner and sighed, "Very well, if you insist..."
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"Grell Sutcliffe,"
Grell jumped at the sound of his name.
Will narrowed his eyes at the bright red reaper, "Do not dawdle. It is your fault in the first place that a rookie is on this difficult job. If anything happens to that kid, I'm holding you personally responsible," He turned and continued walking through the woods, "Now, it should be right up ahead,"
They pushed their way into a clearing with a big hill and tree in it. Under the tree was a bloody, soul-less corpse. Sitting on the ground a few feet away, looking exhausted, was Yomi.
She looked surprised to see them, "Oh- hey, what are you guys doing here?" She called.
Will walked closer, "We came to check on your progress in obtaining Jim Macken's soul since Sutcliffe, here, decided to send you on such a difficult assignment... How is it going?"
"Well, there were lots of demons and they tried to take Macken's soul, but I managed to swipe this from them!" She held up a ring, smiling. Then she glanced around warily, "Listen, that Claude guy is around here somewhere. He'll definitely come back to get it!"
Suddenly a shadowy figure rose up from behind the worn out Yomi and wrapped long, spidery limbs around her, "Ah... seems you have something of mine,"
Will could feel himself freeze up in fright, like a deer (He would later reprimand himself thousands of times).
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Yomi felt a terrified shudder run through her body at the demon's touch. He must have reverted to his true form! Yomi couldn't be sure of that, though- she was too afraid to look (and very well couldn't, once he had shoved her face into the dirt).
She pulled her face out of the dirt, "Let me go!" She yelled, struggling with what must have been 6-8 long spider arms but felt like a lot more, "Get away from me!"
This wasn't good. She could feel herself beginning to panic. The look of horror plastered on Will's face didn't help either.
"Will! Do something!" She shrieked. He snapped out of it then and lunged toward the struggling pair. Grell joined in and soon the two of them had sent the demon running.
Yomi, who was leaning against the tree, barely able to move, looked up when someone came to stand next to her. She said, weakly, "Hi, Will... I managed to keep the ring," She smiled in triumph.
"Are you alright to walk?" He asked.
"Um..." She tried standing and promptly fell over, "...No,"
He knelt next to her and looked at her with his usual serious expression looking like he wanted to say something; she looked back at him, waiting. Finally, he sighed and patted her on the head, "Good job," It was almost a touching moment, Yomi thought. But then...
"From now on you are not to go on any assignments that aren't officially assigned to you. You are also to report Grell if he tries to pile any of his work onto you, do you understand?" She looked at him, annoyed, and nodded silently.
"Good," He then stood up and called, "Grell Sutcliffe,"
"Yes?~" Grell pranced over to us.
"Carry her," Will ordered, and then walked away.
"Carry her? But why me?" Grell whined.
"Because it's your fault she's in this state,"
"This is no way to treat a lady!"
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Snippet 01
AN: Wow... lemme tell ya- this blog is gonna turn out to be a real piece of work with all the fanfiction I'm planning to post XD
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Snippet 1: That Shinigami, defensive
"You were late again,"
Yomi looked at Will, nervously fidgeting, "I'm aware..."
He stared her down coldly, "So, what's your excuse this time?"
She looked away, face red, "I have none. The time just got away from me- that's all," This was totally embarassing, but at least he wasn't reprimanding her in front of the others as he did everyone else.
"I see. And exactly how many times do you plan on letting the time get away from you?"
"I don't plan any of it!" Yomi snapped, "We can't all have a plan for everything, like you-!"
He spoke her full name loudly and clearly to silence her.
She realized what she had said and looked away- her face turning a much darker color.
He sighed to himself, "Really..."
Yomi's eyes snapped up to look at him as he walked towards her. He was suddenly towering over and looking very closely at her.
"What is it?" She asked, annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Somethings off about you..." He reached towards her.
In a panic she quickly slapped his hand away, "D-don't ever touch me!" She ducked around him and ran for it. He didn't follow. Good; if he ever found out the truth, she was afraid she wouldn't be allowed to live.
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AN: Why yes~ I am in it! XDDDDDDD Don't worry, I promise to make it very interesting! :D
btw: any "snippets" I post are going to be like this so if you don't like self inserts then just don't read them.
I'll probably be embarrassed about this later but oh well~
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Snippet 1: That Shinigami, defensive
"You were late again,"
Yomi looked at Will, nervously fidgeting, "I'm aware..."
He stared her down coldly, "So, what's your excuse this time?"
She looked away, face red, "I have none. The time just got away from me- that's all," This was totally embarassing, but at least he wasn't reprimanding her in front of the others as he did everyone else.
"I see. And exactly how many times do you plan on letting the time get away from you?"
"I don't plan any of it!" Yomi snapped, "We can't all have a plan for everything, like you-!"
He spoke her full name loudly and clearly to silence her.
She realized what she had said and looked away- her face turning a much darker color.
He sighed to himself, "Really..."
Yomi's eyes snapped up to look at him as he walked towards her. He was suddenly towering over and looking very closely at her.
"What is it?" She asked, annoyed and uncomfortable.
"Somethings off about you..." He reached towards her.
In a panic she quickly slapped his hand away, "D-don't ever touch me!" She ducked around him and ran for it. He didn't follow. Good; if he ever found out the truth, she was afraid she wouldn't be allowed to live.
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AN: Why yes~ I am in it! XDDDDDDD Don't worry, I promise to make it very interesting! :D
btw: any "snippets" I post are going to be like this so if you don't like self inserts then just don't read them.
I'll probably be embarrassed about this later but oh well~
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Kuroshitsuji- Out of Place 01
AN: This is a work-in-progress; I'll post one chapter a week.
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"Hey, Ciel?"
The boy sighed and said without looking at me, "Yes?"
"Where are we going today?" I smiled at his serious face- it was really more cute than anything.
He kept walking and still didn't look, "Why are you following me again?"
"Because," I sang, happily, "I just wanted to talk to my friends, Ciel and Sebastian!"
"...Friends?" He muttered. I ignored it; he secretly liked having me around, I was sure of it!
After all, he had always put up with me and hadn't told me to go away; even when we first met.
"And anyways if I'm with you guys then maybe people won't bother me like usual..." I shuddered.
"So you're using me?"
I giggled, "You're one to talk, earl, you use people all the time!"
"People wouldn't bother you if you would do something about those clothes- they're shameless!" He looked me up and down, wrinkling his nose.
I blushed, wishing there were a way to cover my legs and arms. I'd never been self-conscious about them before, but the people around here looked at me with distaste when they saw my clothes, "I can't help it, it's normal in my country and it's all I have! I don't have the money for new clothes, rich boy!"
He stopped walking and sighed, "Sebastian, take her and buy her some new clothes,"
My mouth dropped open, "Oh no, sorry- I wasn't begging or anything! I was just-!"
He wouldn't listen to me though. He said if I were going to follow him all the time, that I shouldn't be dressed like that.
"Where shall we go first, miss Riley?" Sebastian asked.
I thought for a minute, "I'm not really sure, I haven't actually been shopping since I came here," I looked at him hopefully, "Um- you seem up-to-date in areas like this, do you think you could find something people would find suitable?"
He smiled politely, "Of course,"
We ended up buying a simple red dress, a long coat to go over it, and some boots. After he had paid, I put them on and we left.
"So, what now?" I asked him. We were currently standing outside the shop.
"Now that we're finished, I must head back to where my young master is,"
"Oh, alright then! Lead the way!" I said brightly.
He looked as though he were going to tell me Ciel might not want me to come along- I expected it honestly- but then he seemed to change his mind and simply smirked to himself. It seemed he liked to pick on little Ciel, too!
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"Hey, Ciel?"
The boy sighed and said without looking at me, "Yes?"
"Where are we going today?" I smiled at his serious face- it was really more cute than anything.
He kept walking and still didn't look, "Why are you following me again?"
"Because," I sang, happily, "I just wanted to talk to my friends, Ciel and Sebastian!"
"...Friends?" He muttered. I ignored it; he secretly liked having me around, I was sure of it!
After all, he had always put up with me and hadn't told me to go away; even when we first met.
"And anyways if I'm with you guys then maybe people won't bother me like usual..." I shuddered.
"So you're using me?"
I giggled, "You're one to talk, earl, you use people all the time!"
"People wouldn't bother you if you would do something about those clothes- they're shameless!" He looked me up and down, wrinkling his nose.
I blushed, wishing there were a way to cover my legs and arms. I'd never been self-conscious about them before, but the people around here looked at me with distaste when they saw my clothes, "I can't help it, it's normal in my country and it's all I have! I don't have the money for new clothes, rich boy!"
He stopped walking and sighed, "Sebastian, take her and buy her some new clothes,"
My mouth dropped open, "Oh no, sorry- I wasn't begging or anything! I was just-!"
He wouldn't listen to me though. He said if I were going to follow him all the time, that I shouldn't be dressed like that.
"Where shall we go first, miss Riley?" Sebastian asked.
I thought for a minute, "I'm not really sure, I haven't actually been shopping since I came here," I looked at him hopefully, "Um- you seem up-to-date in areas like this, do you think you could find something people would find suitable?"
He smiled politely, "Of course,"
We ended up buying a simple red dress, a long coat to go over it, and some boots. After he had paid, I put them on and we left.
"So, what now?" I asked him. We were currently standing outside the shop.
"Now that we're finished, I must head back to where my young master is,"
"Oh, alright then! Lead the way!" I said brightly.
He looked as though he were going to tell me Ciel might not want me to come along- I expected it honestly- but then he seemed to change his mind and simply smirked to himself. It seemed he liked to pick on little Ciel, too!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Kuroshitsuji - Adventures of Mary Sue: Prologue
She had wondered before what would happen if she fell in; if, one day, she tripped and toppled over the edge into that cold, choppy water. Gradually she had come to dismiss the thoughts. This place next to the river was a comfortable place for her now- it was pretty close to her house, after all, so she spent a lot of time here.
‘It wouldn’t be the end of the world,’ she reckoned. It was probably very shallow. Surely she would be able to stand up and pull herself out of the water.
Well, that wasn’t so, as she had found out a few seconds ago. It wasn’t shallow at all. However, she might still have been able to pull herself out if she hadn’t hit her head on the way down. Things were spinning now; she couldn’t figure out which way was up and which was down. The pain in her chest and the red flower that seemed to be blooming from a place on her head wasn’t helping either.
How did she get herself into this mess? She wondered. The memory came back suddenly with a jolt. ‘Oh yeah, it was my brother. He sneaked up and scared the shit outta me and made me jump! I must have jumped into the river.’ And then, 'I'm gonna kill that motherfucker,'
Faintly she heard her brother’s muffled voice calling her name. The voice said something else, but she couldn’t make it out. She could only make out the sound of her own name being called repeatedly and getting more frantic each time.
The pain in her chest grew worse. She made to go towards the voice, but realized she couldn’t move. All she was left to do was helplessly spiral into darkness.
‘It wouldn’t be the end of the world,’ she reckoned. It was probably very shallow. Surely she would be able to stand up and pull herself out of the water.
Well, that wasn’t so, as she had found out a few seconds ago. It wasn’t shallow at all. However, she might still have been able to pull herself out if she hadn’t hit her head on the way down. Things were spinning now; she couldn’t figure out which way was up and which was down. The pain in her chest and the red flower that seemed to be blooming from a place on her head wasn’t helping either.
How did she get herself into this mess? She wondered. The memory came back suddenly with a jolt. ‘Oh yeah, it was my brother. He sneaked up and scared the shit outta me and made me jump! I must have jumped into the river.’ And then, 'I'm gonna kill that motherfucker,'
Faintly she heard her brother’s muffled voice calling her name. The voice said something else, but she couldn’t make it out. She could only make out the sound of her own name being called repeatedly and getting more frantic each time.
The pain in her chest grew worse. She made to go towards the voice, but realized she couldn’t move. All she was left to do was helplessly spiral into darkness.
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