The orphanage that I live in is always, and when I mean always, I mean; always kept clean and spotless. Thanks to the ever obsessive compulsive Ms. Buttercup, all the residents of the small orphanage must clean after themselves and the building immaculately. Ms. Buttercup doesn't tolerate tardiness in cleaning and if she finds one speck of dust anywhere inside the building… well, we're all dead—no actually, I'll be dead.

Personally, I don't care about cleanliness that much since being a bit dirty wouldn't kill anybody, especially myself. And mopping up the floors every single day is a drag. Being a senior in the orphanage, I'm forced to be in charge of the whole place. If Ms. Buttercup finds something not suitable to her standards, then I'm going to be scolded for not doing my job.

I have to admit, being me is unpleasant and tiring. But there are always benefits to everything, and in my case; I learn to become responsible. Living in the orphanage with an obsessive compulsive owner and having to abide said obsessive compulsive owner's rules made me realize that discipline is important and should be learned from childhood—an example is yours truly.

Artistic Scribbles

Kuroshitsuji (c) Yana Toboso

Chapter 2

Luna

It was an absolutely ordinary morning where the sun would rise and the birds would chirp a beautiful melody—scratch that. I woke up before sunrise and did my daily subbuh prayer before preparing the necessities for the day. When I say 'prepare the necessities' I meant mop the floors and cook breakfast for the entire orphanage's residents.

"Five eggs," I recited to myself, cracking eggs and putting them in a bowl to mix. Fried eggs would serve well as a breakfast. We hadn't had fried eggs since last week anyway.

"Mix it properly without spilling anything," I threw away the egg shells and mixed the eggs using a wooden spoon. "Perfect."

Turning on the stove, I set a large pan on top of it and began cooking the mixed eggs.

It was a tedious job; cooking, cleaning, and tending to the children. But it's worth the effort when Ms. Buttercup tells me that I've done another great job at the end of the day. I know it's childish, being seventeen and still looking for praises, but I can't help it.

I didn't have two loving parents that will compliment me for every little thing that I do. I only have Ms. Buttercup and the rest of the orphans—which isn't much to begin with. There's only ten of us orphans and seven of them are pre-pubescent.

I am the oldest, being seventeen. The second is Olivia, a fifteen year old bubble of energy. She's a newcomer that had joined the orphanage only three months ago. Honestly, I'm surprised with how well she's adapting to the new environment around her. And the third is Luca, thirteen years old, a very sweet boy that I treat as a little brother. He lost his guardian—his older brother; Jim—in a fire, two years ago. He moved from his old village that seemed to detest him to live here ever since.

Don't get me wrong. It's not like I have anything against the rest of the orphaned population, it's just that they're too young for my taste. Honestly, I don't like children very much, but as long as they don't cause a hassle, then they're fine.

"Luna!" The sun was rising, and I'm quite surprised to hear Olivia's voice calling out for me at this time of the day. She's usually still asleep during this hour.

"Yes?" I called back, setting the plates at the dinner table.

"Can you please please please please help me?" I turned around to see Olivia—the usually energetic and bubbly brunette—looking forlorn and awful. Honestly, I could almost swear that this orphanage is filled with mentally unstable orphans and an equally unstable owner.

"Perhaps." I eyed her skeptically. "But first, what in the world happened to you?"

The younger brunette crossed her arms behind her back and fidgeted. Just from seeing her being all fidgety and nervous, I could tell that something isn't right. Perhaps one of the younger ones is getting adopted? That would mean great news—for me anyway.

"Well, you see…" she trailed off, avoiding eye contact. "Ms. Buttercup told me to deliver a batch of cookies…"

"Surely that can't be the problem." I retorted. Olivia did Ms. Buttercup's errands a lot, so what made this one different?

"It isn't." she sighed. "The problem is that I'm supposed to deliver the cookies to someone that lives inside the forest." The way she said the word 'forest' is as if the idea of entering one is as bad as letting me cook something more complicated than fried rice.

"Is there something wrong with the forest?" I asked, picking up the little bell that we use to wake up the younger ones in the morning. Even with Olivia asking a favor, I still couldn't afford to slack off.

In response to my question, she let out a strangled scream and stomped her foot childishly. "You know well that I hate insects, Luna!"

"Ahh, yes…" In truth, I had just remembered her phobia and deep hatred for those six legged creepy crawlies after she mentioned it. No wonder she seemed so desperate. "But I have to a lot of chores to finish today."

"I'll do them for you!" she volunteered. "Just please, please do this errand for me!"

Looking at the younger brunette made me remember about myself when I was just her age. She looked just like me, the only difference being our height and eye color. Her eyes are a unique stormy gray while mine is a common blue.

It made me wonder how I had spent my childhood, because I honestly don't remember being childish like her. My childhood wasn't gloomy and dull, no, I had a few special moments too. But compared to hers it just made me realize that I've wasted all those days without thinking that someday it will end.

I could have done so many other things…

But there's no point in regretting it now.

"Alright," I reluctantly agreed. "But you better finish my chores."

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The scent of freshly baked pastries invaded my nostrils as soon as I opened the door to the local bakery of the village. It was a warm and welcoming scent—unlike any other bakery I've been in. It also serves the best bread and freshly baked pastries in the village.

The bakery itself isn't anything grand; a small rickety building from the outside. Various samples of pastries are arranged neatly on the window sill to attract customers. The inside of the bakery isn't that different from the image given from the outside. A long counter divided the room, the back is used as a kitchen while in the front; ready-to-eat pastries and breads decorated the racks of baskets.

The bakery has always been bustling with business ever since it was built. What's most surprising about the bakery is that it is owned and run only by two young siblings; Vash and Lily Zwingli.

"Welcome!" greeted Lily from the counter. She is a petite blonde with a shaggy haircut and a heartwarming smile that could lift anybody's mood up. The girl is so gentle and loving that it gives the impression that she's an angel sent by God.

"Hi Lily!" I flashed the petite blonde a smile and walked towards the counter, ignoring the various mouth watering pastries showcased in the racks adorning the bakery. I'd be damned if by instinct I accidentally ate one of those delicious soft pastries, because I only brought enough money to pay for the batch of cookies.

"Hello Luna," she flashed me her trademark angelic smile. "You must be here to pick up a batch of butter cookies, right?"

I nodded.

"Alright, could you wait for a moment?" she asked me. I nodded again. "Big brother!"

I could hear a few pans and pots crashing down followed by the sound of heavy footsteps before Vash Zwingly, Lily's older brother, opened the door to the kitchen, panting slightly.

"Yes, Lily?" He looked slightly panicked, and covered in white flour. Did he trip and landed on the sacks of flour just to answer Lily's call?

"Calm down Brother!" Lily brushed her brother's clothes from the white flour immediately, showing love and affection for her sibling. Maybe someday the kids in the orphanage could act like these two loving siblings.

"Hey Vash," I greeted, waving my hand a bit. He gave me a curt nod before turning back to his sister. Ah, I almost forgot. Vash here has a sister complex, and is probably the most overprotective brother I have ever met. He has cropped blonde hair just a shade darker than Lily's with sharp emerald eyes that contrasts with his sister's doe-like teal eyes.

"Brother, could you bring out the batch of butter cookies?" Lily asked, eyeing me with her 'my-brother-is-overprotective' look. "Luna's here to pick it up."

"Oh, of course." With that, Vash left the two of us giggling silently at his 'dramatic' entrance.

Once Lily handed me the basket of butter cookies, I paid and left the bakery in a good mood. Nothing could cheer you up better than a visit to the local bakery!

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Contrary to popular belief; directions does not ensure one to safely reach their destination.

Why the random statement? Well…

"I'm lost," I muttered to myself, feeling even more dejected by the second. Even with a compass, I still wasn't able to find the little hut that the person who I'm supposed to deliver the basket of cookies live in. Although, I do doubt how a compass could help me in this situation.

Pathetic, I know.

What's even worse is that I had skipped breakfast to finish this errand with hopes of being able to finish the rest of my chores for the day, because I'm positively sure that Olivia wouldn't be able finish both my chores and hers. Therefore, I am both hungry and fidgety, due to the given circumstances. Added with the fact that I'm carrying a basket of freshly baked butter cookies isn't helping either. In fact, it just made my current predicament worse.

A strong wind breezed, ruffling the greeneries around me. A few leaves even fell of its branch, landing on the ground.

I was completely surrounded by earthly colors; brown, green, and more shades of green. Sturdy brown trunks circled the area, reaching up to the sky and ending in more bursts of green. There was no visible pathway in sight, so that means I'll have to go through bushes and small plants to find the hut.

I sighed and leaned on a trunk for support. Just how am I supposed to find the hut?

I contemplated going back and asking for proper directions, but that would mean I won't be back to the orphanage by afternoon… And the freshness of the cookies can't be guaranteed by then.

Realizing that going back would be a waste of time; I stood upright and brushed myself off the leaves.

Another agonizing sigh was about to escape my lips when a sudden crack interrupted.

I eyed the surrounding area frantically to search for the source of the noise, but found nothing. Brushing it off, I walked towards a random direction that seemed to have the best chances of leading me to the hut.

Chapter 2/END

Author's Note:

Wow, that's one long filler. Yes, it's still a filler. I'm trying to introduce the OC to you people reading this God forsaken fic.

And forget what I said about the Islamic Golden Era, I'm much too retarded to research about that, so this world will be something of the middle ages, but with twists. Why? Because I'm too lazy to do real research and therefore, I'm only imagining things.

I realize how the story seems to drag on and on and oooon, but I hope the next chapter wouldn't be. The plot will probably be revealed in the next chapter. If I'm not lazy.

Btw, I'm thinking of making a Valentines special... Hm, should it be AU or not?