Overview:

Found hurt and abandoned by the Phantomhive mansion, you were taken in as an adoptive child, and adoptive sister to Ciel Phantomhive. You were both always happy, and Ciel and his parents loved you as if you were their own. But after the fire, you and Ciel disappeared, only to come back with a mysterious man, the one and only new Phantomhive butler, Sebastian Michaelis. Since you were there during the kidnapping, you knew of Sebastian’s nature and what he was, and being Ciel’s sister, he would make sure Sebastian protected him as well as you, the only other survivor of the Phantomhive fire, the only close family he had left. So naturally, you three were the closest, tightest group anyone could get, and, no one could separate you three. Where Ciel went, you and Sebastian were not far behind. But, among such closeness, there are bound to be consequences…

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Black Butler and its original plot, only your character’s own contribution. I do NOT own any pictures I use unless I say so

WARNING: Cussing ahead

 

 

Prologue:

 

 

      The air was unusually cool this dark night on the outskirts of London. The full moon seemed to glow eerily, shining upon the paved street, illuminating its details perfectly. It was nothing much, just a gray stone road surrounded by grass and a few scattered trees here and there.

        The clip clop of horse hooves could be heard trotting on the stone, cutting into the silence of the night. Two horses, one bay stallion and one bay mare, were pulling a black carriage along the seemingly deserted road. Inside this carriage sat a handsome man and a beautiful woman, who was currently staring out the carriage’s window. The man sat there, admiring the woman before him, yet wondering what was on her mind. The woman let out an audible sigh.

        “Vincent, do you think Ciel is faring well?” The man, Vincent, smiled and lightly chuckled.

        “You worry too much Rachel. I am sure he is perfectly fine with Angelina. They get along so well, and she treats him as if he were her own.” The woman, Rachel, sighed again.

        “I know.” She uttered softly. It was silent for another moment. “It’s a shame she can’t have her own child, she would’ve made an excellent mother.” Vincent smiled once again.

        “I think that’s why your sister loves him so much, he’s like the son she’s always wanted.” Rachel beamed.

        “Oh, just imagine though, if Madame Red could have her own. Wouldn’t that be lovely?”

        “It would. She would be truly happy again. Plus, Ciel would have someone else to grow up with.”

        “That’s all I’d want for her.” The sound of thunder and droplets of rain hitting the carriage and the ground outside drew the couple’s attention to the windows.

        “That certainly came fast.”

        “Yes it did. Such tremendous force too.”

        “I believe it’s a sign to get home as soon as possible.” Suddenly, something caught Rachel’s eyes.

        “Stop the carriage!” She shouted, and the horses immediately stopped their clip clopping. Victor became worried at his wife’s sudden panic.

        “What’s wrong dear?” She ignored his question and swiftly opened the door, rushing outside with Victor following not too far behind. That’s when he saw what caused his wife’s state of panic. There was a small child, a little girl no more than five years old, covered in scratches and blood, stumbling around like a zombie. When she reached the edge of the road she collapsed, her now soaked hair covering her face. “Oh dear.” The couple ran to the girl and crouched down to her level. Victor checked her pulse, and when he couldn’t feel anything, put his head over the girl’s heart.

        “Is she alive?” Victor stilled for a moment, but then suddenly sighed in relief.

        “It’s faint, but she has a heartbeat.” Rachel searched the area around her, looking to see if anyone, specifically people who might be her parents, were there.

        “I don’t see anyone else nearby. She’s alone.” Victor stood up and scooped the child into his arms.

        “We have to get her out of the rain and get her some help immediately. Angelina can treat her. Come on.” The two raced back into the carriage with the child in hand.

        “Step on it! Hurry, please!” The horses instantly picked up speed, galloping on the wet road as fast as they could without risk of slipping.

***

        “Madame Red, when will mother and father return?” A little boy, with short bluish hair and dark blue eyes, asked a woman with short crimson hair styled in a bob cut and matching crimson eyes.

        “I’m sure they’ll be home soon dear, don’t worry! But come on, let’s play some more before they get back!” The little boy nodded his head, and smiled along with the red haired woman. A crack of lightning and the sound of thunder drew their attention away from each other and to the ceiling. “My, it sure is coming down hard. I hope Rachel and Vincent don’t have too much trouble with this.” She glanced at the boy and quickly tried to dismiss what she had just said. “B-But I’m sure it’s actually nothing! They’ll just be traveling slower to avoid slipping is all.”

        “Are you sure they are going to be okay?”

        “Of course I am!” A knock drew the pair’s attention to the front door. “I’m sure that’s them now! Let me go open the door for them.” However, both hadn’t realized juts how frantic that knock was. Madame Red went to the door and opened it, only to find her sister drenched with a look of worry on her face, holding something bloody in her arms. Victor was right behind her. “Rachel, what-?”

        “Angelina, please! You must help her!” That was when her sister revealed the unconscious, wounded child in her arms. Madame Red gasped.

        “Oh my! We have to get her inside, quickly!” She grabbed the girl from her sister and rushed inside, Rachel not far behind.

        The boy watched his mother run into the house, and happily tried to skip over to her, not noticing how distressed she appeared.

        “Hi moth-” He stopped when she paid him no mind and watched as she ran right past him. His father came running by as well, and he tried calling out to him as well. “Father?” Victor ran past him as well, leaving Ciel behind wondering what was wrong. He followed his parents.

        The two women ran into the bathroom and set the girl in the bathtub. Immediately Madame Red felt for a pulse, and thankfully she felt a faint beat. She reached for her tools.

        “She’s still alive, but barely. I have to patch her up quick though, she’s lost too much blood already. If these injuries aren’t sewn then she’ll bleed out. I’ll have to check for internal injuries later.”

        Ciel caught up to his parents only to see his mother and aunt in the bathroom, huddled around the bathtub, and his father standing in the doorway.

        “Father, what’s going on?” Victor looked down at his son and smiled reassuringly as a way to try and dismiss any worry. He knelt down to his eye level and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

        “It’s okay Ciel. Someone just needs our help is all.” Ciel didn’t understand what he meant, but he showed no sign of confusion. “Now whatever happens, you need to stay out here, alright?”

        “Yes father.” Victor smiled, and stood back up, staring at Madame Red as she continued working. Ciel could hear the voices of his mother and aunt, but he couldn’t decipher any of what they were saying. All he could do was be with his father and wait.

        “From the way these injuries look, she was attacked by something, or someone. Did you happen to see anything?”

        “No. She was limping on the side of the road before collapsing. That’s all we saw, there was no one else around.” Madame Red hummed in thought as she continued stitching all of the open wounds. After a few more minutes of tense silence, she finished the sutures and began bandaging the injured areas.

        “She’ll live now, she just has to rest.”

        “We have a spare bedroom that she can stay in for the time being.”

        “Good, let’s get her there quickly.”

        Ciel stood with his father the whole time his mother and aunt were tending to whatever needed their attention. Even when they were finished, his father blocked his line of sight of the two women so that he couldn’t see what they were carrying. He went to follow them to see what it was, but his father stopped him by putting a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it. Ciel looked up at his father with big innocent and curious eyes, which his father smiled at. “Ciel, I think it’s time you go to bed tonight.”

        “But, I wanna know what-“

        “All in due time, son.” Ciel’s face fell, his sad blue eyes staring down at the floor. “Come on, how about I tuck you in.” Ciel looked back up to his father, and nodded. Victor grabbed a candle from the hallway, took Ciel’s small hand in his own, and led him to his bedroom. The little boy climbed into bed while his father held the candle out so that he could see.

        “Father, why won’t you tell me what mother and auntie were doing?” Victor sighed and sat on the bed as well.

        “It’s very complicated. We just need to sort things out first, then we’ll tell you. Is that alright?” Ciel nodded. A moment of silence passed. “You want to know something?” Ciel looked up with newfound curiosity. “I don’t know too much either. In fact, none of us do.” Now Ciel was beyond confused.

        “What do you mean?” Victor smiled at his son’s expression.

        “It’s been a very long night for all of us. How about you get some sleep.” Victor stood up and walked to the doorway. “Goodnight Ciel.” He blew out the candle, encasing the room in darkness, and closed the door. Soon, Ciel’s racing thoughts exhausted him, and he eventually succumbed to sleep.

        “Do you have any idea who this child is or who her parents are? Do you recognize her at all?” Madame Red questioned Rachel and Victor. They both shook their heads no.

        “I’ve never seen her before, and I don’t know of anyone who could be her parents.” Rachel said while looking to her husband, who was just as clueless as her.

        “Angelina, when do you think she will wake up? Perhaps she could tell us herself.” 

        “It might be a while, a day or two give or take.”

        “Then she should at least stay the night, and meanwhile we’ll go to Scotland Yard in the morning to see if they can do anything, at least spread the word that there is an unidentified injured child. If they can’t do anything, then hopefully she will wake up and be able to tell us who she is and what happened to her.”

        “I will head home tonight and ask around myself. Send for me if something goes wrong, or if you find something out.”

        “We will. Thank you for everything sister.”

        “No problem. Good luck.”

        “Good luck to you as well.”

        Two days passed, and Ciel found that he wasn’t any closer to finding out what had his parents and aunt so fascinated. His father and mother didn’t allow him in the bedroom where the mysterious thing was, and they still refused to tell him what had happened the other night. Constantly he would walk by the locked bedroom and wonder what was behind those doors. Sometimes he would see his parents go in, and even his aunt on one occasion. If he tried to open the door, his father would always stop him, saying ‘not yet son’. On the second night, he went to see his parents in their bedroom, but part of their conversation caught his ears.

        “Nothing’s turned up at all, Victor. Not even from the police.” Ciel stopped in his tracks and pressed his back against the wall and tried to listen in on what they were saying.

        “I know Rachel, I don’t think we have a choice anymore.” He heard shuffling that was approaching his hiding spot, which he took as his que to leave. He ran back to his bedroom as quietly as he could, where he closed the door and sat on his bed, just in time as he heard someone knocking on his door.

        “Ciel? Are you in there?”

        “Yes Mother.” His parents stepped into the room, leaving the door open. Both exchanged expressions Ciel didn’t understand. “I-Is everything alright?” His father looked back to him with a gentle smile.

        “Come on, we have something to show you.” Ciel nodded then hopped off his bed, His father took his hand and led him out of his bedroom. They made their way through the halls, and as they rounded a corner and began approaching the forbidden locked door, his heartbeat sped up. When his father stopped him in front of it, his mind was racing. Finally, the room he spent so long trying to get in, trying to find out what was behind it, he was now going to see what was in there. His father turned the key and pushed the door open slightly. As Ciel entered, it seemed to just be another spare bedroom, but something caught his eye, and he immediately understood what made this room so special.

        There, resting on the bed, was a girl no older than he was. She was covered in white bandages, from the whole right side of her face to her chest, and all on her left arm with some on her other arm. He could still see other features, like her (S/C) skin and her (H/L) (H/C) hair sprawled on her shoulders. To Ciel, she looked so peaceful. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up to meet his father’s eyes.

        “Who is she?”

        “We found her all alone and very hurt, so we brought her home to have your aunt heal her.” His mother answered.

        “…Oh.” Ciel was stunned silent, he didn’t know how to respond. All this time they were handling a person! He couldn’t believe it. “Is she okay now?”

        “Yes, she’s way better, but she’s been sleeping for awhile now.” Victor explained.

        “But what does that mean? I thought you said she was okay.”

        “She is, but she was hurt so much that her body needs more time to rest. That’s all.”

        “In fact, your aunt says that she should be waking up very soon.” His mother assured. Suddenly, they heard a small noise coming from the bed, making them all go silent. All three looked to see that the young girl was stirring.

        With a little groan, (E/C) eyes fluttered open, with nothing but bright light in their view. Her head ached all over, and she wanted nothing more than to get the brightness out of her eyes. Her head turned on its own, and her eyes landed on two taller figures, both peering down at her. When her vision cleared, she saw the features of a smiling man and a woman, but she didn’t recognize them. Their faces seemed to hold warmth and kindness in them; she didn’t feel scared of them.

        “Hello dear, how are you feeling?” The woman asked. The little girl blinked.

        “Fine.” She whispered, although they could still hear her, as their smiles widened.

        “That’s good.” The man spoke. “Do you remember your name?” Her mind was blank, nothing came to mind, but after a moment her head started to hurt, and a name came to mind.

        “(Y/N).” Her hand travelled to her aching head out of reflex, and she rubbed it to try and stop the pain.

        “Does your head hurt?” The girl nodded. “Do you remember what happened to you?” This time, the girl shook her head.

        “I don’t remember anything before now.” The two adults exchanged concerned looks, which only made the girl more uncomfortable. “Who are you guys?” They looked at each other knowingly, then turned back to the girl.

        “We’re your mom and dad.” The man said. The two adults felt Ciel’s surprise behind them, but said nothing on the matter. Silence passed.

        “Oh.” Their answer seemed weird to the girl, but it didn’t necessarily feel wrong, and they seemed like really nice people. Their faces brightened up, and her heart felt much lighter. The girl smiled too. They then moved to show a blue haired young boy who looked to be around her own age. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, and she found herself locked on his gaze.

        “And this is your brother, Ciel.” The woman said.

        “Hi.” The girl said in almost a whisper.

        “H-Hi.” He said back.

        “My name’s (Y/N).”

        “A-And my name’s Ciel.”

        “You have really pretty eyes.” A small blush appeared on his cheeks, and he turned away out of embarrassment.

        “T-Thanks. You have pretty eyes too.” She gave him a close eyed smile, and his blush deepened.

        “I like you.” He turned his head away.

        “You seem very nice.” She beamed.

        “Aww, thanks! Say, what do you like?” Ciel looked back up to her, and she could clearly see the bright red on his cheeks.

        “Huh? O-Oh, uh, I-I guess I like playing, and candy and desserts.”

        “I like sweets too! Especially cake! What’s your favorite flavor? Mine’s chocolate!”

        “Ooooo I love chocolate!” Ciel was now at the edge of the bed, looking up at the girl now with a much more relaxed visage, and propping his cheeks up with his hands on the mattress.

        “I also like animals, do you?” Ciel pouted a little, and crossed his arms over the bed.

        “I do like dogs, but I get allergies from cats.”

        “Awwwee! But cats are so fuzzy and clever! And dogs are fluffy and playful, so that’s good that you like one of them then.”

        “Do you have a favorite animal?”

        “Don’t ask such a hard question silly! I love them all! It’s easier to say what my favorite color is.”

        “What’s your favorite color?”

        “That’s easy, its (F/C)!”

        “My favorite’s blue.” She pointed at him.

        “Ha! I knew it! Your hair and eyes are blue, so I knew your favorite color had to be blue!” He blushed, but smiled nonetheless. He then climbed up on the bed and continued to talk with the girl, both becoming oblivious to the two adults still present. They smiled at each other, and quietly left the room. An older man in a black suit stood outside the door. 

        “Tanaka, would you watch the children while we go inform Angelina of the girl’s condition?” Victor asked, and the butler bowed.

        “Of course, sir.” 

        The two children conversed throughout the evening under the supervision of Tanaka, as Victor and Rachel immediately went to Madame Red with the information they had gathered from the girl, which was unfortunately only her name. They had felt bad for lying to the girl, but if they simply introduced themselves as strangers, they figured it would have scared the girl more. Unfortunately, Madame Red still couldn’t turn up any news about the girl even with the new knowledge; she couldn’t even figure out a last name. It was almost as if the girl hadn’t existed before.

        When the two adults came back to the room, albeit disappointed, they found the two children sound asleep, side by side each other. They smiled, and left them be, closing the door quietly behind them. They had no choice but to make a decision, that they would go along with the lie they told the girl.

        You were now officially (Y/N) Phantomhive.

        From that point on, you and Ciel grew up as close and as happy as any siblings could be. You both played together, learned together, even took baths with each other, when your parents made you of course. Ciel never told you the truth of where you came from, and neither had anybody else. His parents explained everything to him, but even still, you were the best friend Ciel could ever have, blood related or not, and that was more than he could ever ask for. It seemed like nothing would ever tear your family apart.

***

        Flames erupted all around the mansion. Tears poured down your cheeks as you stood alone in the burning hallway, trying to find anyone who could help.

        “Mom! Dad! Cie-” You coughed from the large amount of smoke entering your lungs. Your body shook as you forced yourself to keep moving down the hallway. You opened a door you knew well, but the sight made you freeze. You held your hand up to your mouth, as you saw the bodies of your parents and dog, Sebastian, lying on the floor, flames dancing across their backs. “No! NO!” You looked to your left and to your right, and that’s when you found the shadow of a figure you recognized well. You rushed over to Ciel and hugged him. “Ciel!” He seemed surprised, but immediately hugged you back.

        “(Y/N)! You’re still alive!” You sobbed into his shirt as his own tears dripped onto you.

        “Mom and Dad! They’re-” You started coughing, and Ciel took your hand.

        “Come on sis, we need to go!” He ran with you following behind him.

        You both ran down the hallway as fast as you could through the scorching flames while dodging falling chunks of ceiling. When the two of you rounded a corner, you ran into the legs of a tall man. You gasped, but as you both looked up you were met with the distressed countenance of Tanaka. At seeing you two, he pulled you both close to him.

        “You two are alive! I need to get you two out of here now-” The words stopped coming from his mouth as he covered his stomach, now soaked with blood, his blood. His eyes glaze over as he collapsed to his knees and continued holding his gut. You and Ciel took a few steps back, as the knife that had been used to stab poor Tanaka was withdrawn. The man it belonged to smiled sinisterly and began taking long steps towards you. Both you and Ciel turned around to run, but the man grabbed you two and threw you over his shoulders. You beat at his back, screaming for you and Ciel to be let down, but the smoke from the fire caused you to feel more and more weak, and before you knew it, you passed out.

***

“These two are rare ones indeed, and worth a lot of coin, more than four children.” You and Ciel sat tied up in a cage, watching as the transaction took place.

        “Alright, I’ll take ’em from you.” The man dropped coins into your kidnapper’s hand and shoved them in his pocket. You scooted closer to Ciel out of fear, and he in turn did the same to you. Both of you were uncontrollably trembling, knowing full well what may lie in store for you two. The man who ‘bought’ you chuckled and smirked at you.

        “You two are perfect.”

***

People in masks held you down, pressing your stomach against the hard cold floor, as they brought out a brander. You whimpered and struggled against your chains.

        “Settle down, we have to mark you. You’re both such noble beasts, after all, and what’s a beast without its brand.” Your breathing quickened, and you began to cry. “Now hold still.” You sobbed as you felt them lift your shirt up. You struggled even more, but one of the masked men shoved you down and then you felt a huge burning sensation on the middle of your back.

        “Ahhh!!” You squirmed and writhed in pain as your flesh burned.

        “(Y/N)!! No- ah!!” You heard the singe of flesh being burned.

        “Ciel!” You struggled harder, wanting desperately to save your brother, only to have one of the people push you down with their foot.

        “You lot need to learn your place.”

***

You and Ciel sat in your consecutive cages, back to back against the bars that touched the other’s cage. Your knees were pulled up to your chests, and your bangs covered your saddened expressions. Both you and Ciel were completely drained of energy, and overall defeated. You were in dirty rags, chained around your ankles, and beaten with wounds covering your entire bodies.

        “I wanna go home so badly.” You whispered shakily.

        “Me too. I want to see Mom and Dad again.” You heard a tear drip onto the floor.

        “But, Mom and Dad are, are…” You sniffled, then felt something poke your back. You turned around to see Ciel’s hand pressed against the bars, and you did the same, squeezing his fingers with your own. It was the closest thing to contact with each other you two had.

        “I know.” He sniffled as well, and his tears joined yours as they fell to the ground.

        Feet stomping on the tiled floor alerted you two to the masked people who were now approaching the cages. You squeezed Ciel’s fingers tighter, and he did so to yours in reassurance, as well as fear. They laughed as they drew nearer to Ciel’s cage. One pulled out a set of keys and began to unlock the door.

        “Your turn first, boy.” You drew Ciel’s hands as close to you as possible, but it was no use, as they opened the door and effortlessly dragged Ciel out, causing your hands to let go of the other’s. You went to the front of your cage and gripped the bars, watching as they strapped Ciel to the ritual table. You banged and clawed at the bars, trying your best to bust out of them and save your brother, but your efforts only ended in vain. You saw them bring out a knife, and you beat on the bars even more. Ciel cried out as one of the masked men impaled his stomach.

        “Ciel!” Blood spurted from his mouth and he arched his back from the pain. You rammed the bars with your shoulders twice, but when they wouldn’t budge you stopped, your shoulders hurt too much to pull that off again. You could only grip the bars and watched as your brother writhed in agony, unable to do nothing to stop it. You cried as his screams grew louder and you lowered your head, not wanting to see Ciel’s torture. You wished for someone, something, anything, to save you, to free you and Ciel from this hellhole. Please. Someone… help.

Suddenly, a flash of black brought your attention back up to the ritual the men were performing. Your eyes widened as you saw a black shadowy figure just in front of the ritual table, blocking your view of Ciel. The figure’s black wing like limbs were outstretched, and you could see its claws and… the sharp heeled stilettos it wore. You didn’t know what kind of creature wore shoes, or what kind of creature it was in the first place, but you were too mesmerized by its otherworldly appearance and strong dark aura to be concerned. You didn’t even pay attention to what the masked people were now doing.

        After a few moments, the black figure seemed to kneel in front of the table, revealing Ciel’s now stone cold expression. A scream pierced the room, and you recognized it as Ciel’s, making you once again pull on the bars. Then, out of nowhere, something exploded, and the force of it slammed you on the back of your cage. You rubbed your head as you sat up, only to see the whole room engulfed in flames. You panicked, but your eyes landed on Ciel sitting up on the table, and the figure still kneeling in front of him. Around them were the bodies of the masked people, laying in their own pools of blood. You didn’t know what to feel, disgust or relief that they would no longer harm you. Although, the intensity of the flames ravaging the room quickly distracted you from this, and as you looked back up to Ciel, you saw him turn and point at you, the figure as well turning its head to reveal glowing fuchsia eyes, staring right into your own frightened (E/C) ones. The smoke from the flames caused you to cough violently, keeping you from focusing on Ciel and the figure. Before you knew it, you were out cold.

***

You slowly awoke with a splitting headache, and you put your hand on your head in an attempt to stifle the pain. It felt as if you were walking, but oddly, your legs weren’t moving. In fact, you didn’t even think you were upright; it felt like you were pressed against something. As your vision cleared, you could make out that what you were lying against was a black suit. White gloved hands held you bridal style, and as you looked up, you saw a face with pale white skin, short black hair, and blood red irises. Those eyes traveled down to rest on your tired (E/C) ones, but you quickly averted your gaze below, where you saw Ciel walking just a few feet ahead of you with bandages wrapped around the right side of his head. You looked back to those glowing red hues that still stared at your form.

        “You, you’re that demon.” You whispered. You got no response from the man, he merely continued walking. You looked over his shoulder at the building you recognized as the one you and Ciel had been trapped in, only now it was covered in flames. The sight made you smile. Finally, you were free. You pressed your head against the demon’s shoulder and closed your eyes. “Thank you.”

        Sebastian watched as the little girl in his arms once again fell unconscious. He found it interesting that you figured out what he was, but even more so the fact that you felt grateful toward him. He didn’t expect a child to think a demon as their savior, then nestle into him as if he were a true protector. This child was certainly strange, yet amusing, and that made him smirk. He was certainly looking forward to the future adventures to come.

        (A/N: Here’s another story for ya guys! Black Butler time, let’s go! Although, I haven’t watched it in a year… time to binge!! I’ll see y’all laters -D-)