Lost and Forgotten--Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji Short Story

The room was dark. Pitch black. The only light came from the sliver of a moon outside of the small window. She was lying in a bed. It felt hard but the sheets were soft. She slowly sat up in the bed, wincing at the pain in her abdomen. "I wouldn't do that," a sly smooth voice said through the darkness. A hand pushed her back down on the bed. The young girl gasped and looked for the speaker in the room. Two crimson eyes stared at her through the darkness. It was a man. Clearly. And he stood above her, staring her down in the black. "Who are you?" she asked the man. "I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive household."

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-Prolouge-   It was cold and raining. The darkness closed in on her and she could not move on anymore. Tired and desperate, she sat down against a tree. "So cold..." she murmured through almost blue lips.   There was a crack and the sound of something falling. Her eyes shot open just before the branch hit her. A penetrating scream left her lips. Then, the young girl faded into darkness.   _____________________________________________________________________________   Sebastian Michaelis had been preparing the young master's dessert for the night when he had heard her scream. He knew full well it was that of a human and not an animal, unlike his master. Ciel Phantomhive had also heard the noise in the night but had dismissed it, thinking it to be some lost wolf or a mother in despair. Whatever it was he could not be bothered with it.   Sebastian did not want to act if his master had not ordered him to. He found it trifling to get mixed up with mere worthless humans, but this scream. It was definitely a human in desperation.   "Bardroy, please finish the preparations of Young Master's dessert. I have something else to attend to," Sebastian said quickly leaving the mansion.   He ran through the night, searching for the source of the noise. He finally found her, crushed under a branch, body limp. Sebastian swiftly picked her up and brought her back to the mansion. He placed her in his bed that he rarely used. Her wet body had already made the sheets damp.   Sebastian knew she was probably cold and most likely had a fever from being in the cold so long. He quietly placed a couple blankets over her and left the room. For now, while she was unconscious, he would have to keep about his normal duties as a butler.   ~~~   The room was dark. Pitch black. The only light came from the sliver of a moon outside of the small window.   She was lying in a bed. It felt hard but the sheets were soft. She slowly sat up in the bed, wincing at the pain in her abdomen.   "I wouldn't do that," a sly, smooth voice said through the darkness. A hand pushed her back down on the bed. The young girl gasped and looked for the speaker in the room. Two crimson eyes stared at her through the darkness. It was a man. Clearly. And he stood above her, staring her down in the black.   "Who are you?" she asked the man.   "I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive household," the man introduced himself. "And you are, Miss?"   The girl paused, not wanting to answer. "I... I am-Thank you!" she said suddenly, changing the subject quickly.   The crimson eyes widened. "For what?" Sebastian asked.   "For saving me. I know it was probably not your place or your duty to save me from under that branch, but you did. So I thank you."   "It was nothing." Sebastian closed his eyes. He slowly backed away and thought. Why? Why did he save her? "You did not answer my question from before," Sebastian said, reopening his eyes.   "It is none of your business who I am," she said slightly curt.   "The however shall I address you?" Sebastian was playing around with the young girl. She did not seem that appetizing but when her death came, she'd make for a brilliant snack.   "Alice. You can call me Alice for now," the girl said finally.   "I assume that is not your real name young Alice," Sebastian said.   "It is not but at the moment I do not feel comfortably with sharing my name with someone I just met." Alice tried sitting up again but a firm hand pushed her back down.   "I do not suggest trying to sit up. Some of your ribs are bruised and you have a fever. Rest. I shall go fetch you some tea." Sebastian left the room swiftly.   An odd man, Alice thought to herself. She bit her bottom lip an remained lying in bed, under the warmth of the covers.   Just not long ago, she had run away from home. Her father was a drunkard while her mother was dead. Every night her father would come home and beat her or on other nights...touch her. Alice felt this was not something to share with a man she had only just met five minutes ago even if the man had saved her from dying under a branch.   ~~~   Sebastian prepared Alice's tea in the kitchen. There was no windows in the kitchen but from the time on his pocket watch, he knew that the sun was slowly rising at this time.   How long was he planning on caring for her? The answer seemed clear in his mind though. He would care for her until she got better. Even if he was not to have her soul, he couldn't just boot her out after he had brought her in. That wouldn't be the Phantomhive manner.   As he waited for the tea to warm, he wondered what a young girl like herself had been doing in the woods so late at night.   Sebastian brought the tea back to his room and set it down on the desk besides the bed. She had fallen asleep. The butler smiled to himself. Humans are so delicate, he thought.   Sebastian lit a candle and set to work. He had to send out two hundred invitations for his master's next ball. The work was not extremely hard but it was extremely annoying.   A few hours later, a bell rang. The young master was awake. The butler stood and exited swiftly.   "Sebastian," a small voice said from under the covers.   Sebastian stopped in his tracks, hand on the doorknob. "Yes, Alice?" he replied.   "I'm cold," she said.   Sebastian sighed. "Please be patient. I will return shortly. Until then please bear with it." He exited, closing the door behind him.   The master seemed to be awake when Sebastian entered the room. "What is it my lord?" he asked.   "Fetch me some tea. My throat is dry," Ciel's voice said through the covers.   "Yes, my lord." Sebastian bowed and exited.   After Sebastian had delivered the tea to his master, he went back to his room. To a very cold girl named Alice.   When he entered, he noticed that Alice was no longer under the covers. He surveyed the room. She was nowhere.   There was a small sneeze from inside the closet. Sebastian smiled to himself. Humans were definitely amusing.   ~~~   Alice shivered under a pile of tailcoats. She hated to get Sebastian's clothes wet but this was the warmest place in his quarters. She was smart enough not to venture out of the room because she assumed he had probably not said anything to anyone about keeping a girl in his room.   The doors swung open to a plain faced Sebastian. "May I ask why you are getting my clothes wet?" he asked.   "I-I am sorry. I r-really am. It...I was cold." Alice lowered her head in defeat.   "Did I not tell you to be patient?" he asked. Alice nodded. Sebastian held out a hand for her to grab. "Let us get you some different clothes then, shall we?" he said kindly.   She looked up at him and nodded vigorously. She took his hand, stepping out gently. He led her to the bed in which she say down on.   Sebastian went back over to the closet. He took out a white button up shirt and a pair of trousers that Alice ha managed to not get wet. "I do apologize but for now you will have to wear this clothing," he said laying the clothes out beside her. He turned away from her. "I shall help if you would like me to," he offered.   Alice shook her head, then realized he could not see her. "No thank you," she mumbled. Alice quickly dressed. She hoped Sebastian could not see her out of the corner of his eye.   "I am finished," she said when she finished. He turned and surveyed her. "It will do for now," he muttered, hand on chin. "Please wait here. I shall get you some more warm tea and something to eat. I assume you are hungry?"   Alice nodded. "But you don't have to. You've already done enough for me. I don't want to cause you any trouble," she muttered, looking at the ground.   Maybe I should tell him...? No. It would be rude at the current moment. I shall ask later, she thought to herself.   A quiet, shy girl, Sebastian thought. He gave her a smile. "It's no trouble at all."   Alice always hated people looking down on her or serving her. It made her feel incompetent and useless. This time was no exception.   Sebastian came back with tea and biscuits in hand. He placed them on the desk where the old tea cup sat from before.   "Sebastian..." Alice spoke up.   "What is it Alice?" Sebastian asked.   "Can I ask you a favour?"   "That is very bold of you to ask anything more of me but go ahead." Sebastian wondered what her request could be. Was it to meet his master? Or perhaps give her money?   "I would like you to kill me."   Sebastian's crimson eyes widened. Had he heard correctly? Kill her? "Why would you ask that?" Sebastian asked.   Alice stared into his eyes, then at the floor. "I do not wish to live. My existence is meaningless. I probably should have died out there under that branch. Even God does not wish I live. And in other words, no one would care if I died. So...so...I have thought about this and I am sure. So, Sebastian, please kill me." The young girl clenched her fists. "My father hates me. My mother is dead. I have no siblings or friends. There would be no where for me to go. I just want to end it. I want to end the sadness and weakness in my life." She gave a weak smile. "Besides, I do not want to trouble you anymore."   Sebastian took her hand in his, smiling. "I see. May I ask something of you too?" he murmured in her ear.   "Anything."   "Promise me your soul." The words came out as a whisper.   Alice looked up at the butler. His eyes were glowing red and were slits, like cats eyes. Alice swallowed and nodded. "Of course," she promised.   Sebastian leaned close. "Well then, any last words?" he muttered. His lips inches from hers. He could smell her soul. It had been so long since he had one. This would be quite enjoyable.   Tears streamed down her face. A small smile appeared on her lips.   "Thank you."
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