Black Butler

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Deep Inside

One

Humans. Demons. They are two different beings entirely, but also might share common traits. For one, both strive to take control, to claim what is their's. These two are separate beings that held weakness somewhere. But, there is one mark in between; a cross if you will. No, they are not the Reapers (thank God for that). They are what you might know as snow people but are called ice pirates.

Yes. As cliche as it seems, that's what they are. They are beings that were born from a cursed pirate and a noble man. They usually stop aging somewhat in their late thirties.

...but what is a story if it's usual?

Let's go back in time, reverse the clock if you will? 1894. England had clear skies...for the most part. Angelica Frost-bite lay in bed, dreaming about the next morning's sun. Her light-blue hair was strewn across her pales face and her open white eyes (soaked in sky-blue on the outer portion). Usually someone's eyes would be closed, but sleeping with her eyes open had become quite a habit.

Her noble father, Sir Henry Coblat, was in his room. Her mother, Captain Yazi Frost-bite, was sailing around, probably. The Coblat manshion was quiet for a while. Angelica's dreams were dampened with sudden heat. Not something an eight-year-old ice pirate should be near. She came to her senses and sat up, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. Why am I-is all she thought before seeing the flames around her room.

Her gentle eyes widened with sudden fright and she leapt from bed, dashing out of her little room with stuffed kittens now aflame. With one kitten in her thin arms, she ran in front of her father's bedroom, but a beam from the attic caved through the ceiling and broke the floor apart, causing her to fall down to the cold floor of the entryway. Screaming and scared, she burst through the door, the building caving in behind her.

Running a reasonable distance, she turned to see black smog rise from the charred wood drowned in orange-red pools of heat, Being the pryophobic she was, she covered her stomach-sized eyes with her tiny hands. Her cat, black clothed and red-eyed, was limp on the ground, it's stitch-smile aimed at the house in a sick manner.

The fire had already died down when carriages rolled up, horses neighing and wheels silenting themselves as they stopped. Detectives from Scottland Yard exited from one of these, examining the scene carefully. Angelica could only watch with moist eyes as the detectives poked and prodded the remains of her destroyed home.

Daddy? she thought. Where's daddy?

"Sire, w-we've found Sir Coblat," one detective gulped.

Angelica felt tears roll down her sullen cheeks when a piece of human-sized charcoal was pulled out. Now, why did I start with tragety, dear reader? Well, this is where our main character (Angelica) meets her saviors. Angelica watched another carriage trot up, this one more higher-class than the rest. A butler clad in black jumped out from the driving bench. She knew him to be Sebastian. Ceil Phantomhive came out next, as sober-looking as ever. She only knew them because of business they had with her father.

Seeing someone she felt she could trust, she grabbed her stuffed kitten, unnamed, and ran down that small upclimb she was recently standing upon. She panted and stumbled, but managed to come down, her breathing deep and thick. Daddy, help Angelica! she prayed. Daddy! Help me find somewhere to g-

"Why, hello," the black-clad butler greeted, towering over her. She squeaked at the sudden appearence and ducked behind a tree. He chuckled, eyes closed pleasently. "Don't worry. I'm not here to harm you."

She shook violently as she peeked out from the side of the tree to see him. He held out a white-gloved hand, smiling with his eyes closed still. The aura around him made her smile a little. "You's a demon, mister?" she whispered.

He nodded. "Very good. I presume you're not human either?"

She also nodded, skipping over and attaching herself to his left shin. "I'n a special cross, but's don't tell nobody!" she giggled.

He patted her sky-blue head gently as a boy, maybe twelve, walked up. "Sebastian," he called, "who's this?"

Angelica beamed and ran over, her eyes glittering like there was no tomorrow. "Wow! Ceil Phantomhive's here's!" she cheered. "Dad always fancied you!" She froze at her own choice of words and frowned. Fancied, eh? she sulked inside. That's past. As in he's dead. Poor Daddy...Why not me? "...Maybe I should go..."

Sebastian sort of frowned himself. A bubbly girl reduced to a sad gloom too familiar to his master is in fact saddening. "Master," he face Ceil.

Ceil thought for a second. Maybe...He sighed. "What's one more person going to do?" he shrugged.

Angelica cocked her head. "Oi?"

Sebastian smiled once more with his eyes closed. Offering a hand, he lifted his eyelids. "Would you like to come with us?"

Like to, she thought. Will? EEP! She covered her mouth when she let her little squeal run free. Blushing, she looked up at Ceil and nodded. Ceil took her hand in his so she wouldn't dash off by herself and they walked over to the carriage, Ceil glancing over at the house once. What he didn't know was her mother was off somewhere, praying for her family's happiness.