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The Liars and Soothsayer chapter 3: Belligerent

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

The Liars and Soothsayer: FF

Chapter I: Time-slip Yuri

Chapter II: Pathos

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"Aww, brother." Baldo moaned, studying the chewed on wire. "They got to it." He sat at the top of a ladder as he inspected the wiring in the ceiling. Finny, Yuri and Mey-Rin stood at the bottom, looking up at the man.

"Those damned mice." The chef cursed, fixing the cable. "Guess they have it bad for cable pasta."

Mey-Rin sighed. "Rats again."

Finny frowned. "They've been a lot this year."

"I heard there's an epidemic in London." Baldroy stated as he stepped down the ladder. "But I didn't think they'd bother coming to the city's outskirts." He scratched his head, leaning against the steps. "Business will go bust if we keep having power outages so often."

"Business?" Mey-Rin echoed, giving the man a confused look. Behind him, a white mouse scurried by. Finny noticed, perking up like a cat.

"Ah!" He yelled, grabbing a priceless stone column for one of the sculptures in the hall. "Mouse spotted! Yah!" With unnatural strength that many other servants had not got used to after all these years, he picked it up and slammed down to kill the mouse but he unfortunately missed by an inch as the furry creature scurried away. The others screamed as he did so, terrified from his sudden burst of strength. Dust covered surrounded them as the column crumbled from the impact. As it cleared, Finny saw the rodent run away unharmed.

“Oh, bugger! Miss. Park, are you alright?” Mey-Rin helped her dust off the dirt from her dress.

Yuri managed a smile, “I’m fine, thank you. And it’s Yuri.”

“A-ah, yes, sorry Miss– I mean Yuri!”

"Tee-hee." Finnian managed a laugh, "Oops, it got away."

"Tee-hee ain't gonna cut it!" Baldo yelled angrily, "You tryin' to kill me too, you idiot?"

"Anyway, it's useless to challenge them head-on!" He stated, pointing to his head, trying to calm everyone else down after another but unneeded example of Finny's unnatural strength, "We hafta use what we got up here!"

"Up here?" Mey-Rin, Finny, Yuri, and Mr. Tanaka questioned, pointing to their heads as well.

"We gotta really use our heads and read the enemy's movements." The chef informed at naive pair, "A direct assault isn't the only way to fight battles. That's right! What we need's is a diversion! So, here's my plan." He reached under the ladder, picking up a large silver pot.

"We're going to feed them?" Finny inquired in confusion.

"Yes, we are." Baldo said before smirking evilly, "Because there're so many of 'em now, I figure they're short on food. There ain't nothing as tough as starving on the battlefield."

"So, we'll use this!" he continued, lifting the handle to reveal a bubbling pot of green goop. "Better known as Chef Baldo's home-cooking, mice full speed ahead plan! Tch, can't expect anything less from a pro!"

The others looked at it in amazement.

"Kaay! Then I'll have at it with," Finny said, holding up one of the stray cats around. "The showdown of archenemies, Tom and Jerry grand plan!"

"I-I won't lose to you!" Mey-Rin told the gardener, holding up a bunch of mousetraps. "Here, we have the 'Once I catch you you, I won't let go, Mice Hoihoi' grand plan!" while the old man held up butterfly net.

"All right!" Everyone exclaimed, throwing their fists in the air. "Then let the battle begin!"

The four members of the household all ran in each four directions, the three noisy members announcing they will be catching the most. Yuri was left to her own device as Sebastian and Ciel seemed to be busy entertaining the guests upstairs and she was content with that. Sitting down on the rocky staircase in the garden, she stared out at the scenery spread out before her. Resting her chin upon her arms, she allowed herself a short moment of rest. She couldn’t sleep last night; didn’t change into the dressing gown, didn’t even touched the bed, and instead spent the night wondering around the room before settling on the window sill and watched the moon disappear and sun to come up.

What a luxury, Yuri thought. She visited the manor like this one in a school trip and wondered people who could afford such place felt like living and seeing all this every day. Everything inside the manor was decorated with some priceless paintings or furniture designed to inspire awe and admiration from them.

So this was what being a noble was like in 19th century. Seems like an easy, idle living. Unlike hers’ where her parents worked day and night trying to make up for bills, rent and living expenses that came around like clockwork every month. Her part time pay took pressure off their shoulders, not so much though, and she knew her mum felt sorry and ashamed of having to lean against their daughter so young.

“Not like I can do anything….life’s hard.” She always wanted to travel after university but guess she’ll have to wait. You can’t do much if you don’t have means to travel.

“Who has it easy?” The voice coming from behind her agreed.

She bolted up from the stairs, twirling in alarm as she faced the Chinese nobleman in front of her. He’s dangerous, something told her, and Yuri was glad her hair was at least long enough to partially cover her face. Hanging in his arm was a beautiful Chinese girl with cat-like features that only made her even more enduring. A sharp pang of jealousy ran inside Yuri when she made an unconscious physical comparison with herself and the fellow Asian girl.

“Apologies if I frightened you. I’m Lau and this kitten here is Ren-Mao.” She nodded in greeting as Yuri returned with a small hello, “I am aware of my impudence by forcing the introduction upon you without obtaining your consent first and foremost, however, I cannot help but make an exception when I noticed a new presence in the Earl’s manor. He is…a bit particular with his circles.”

Yuri didn’t look up, “No, it’s fine. I’m not used to all these rules and etiquette so no harm done. I-I’m..Yuri Park by the way. I’m a guest here.”

“Corean?” He deduced.

She nodded.

“Earl did not mention any guest staying in his manor.” He smiled as he asked, “Why is the lady out here, instead of joining us?”

There was something uneasy about this man, Yuri noted in the future to be aware of him and his…cat. Composing herself quickly she mustered a full-fledged social smile.

“It seemed boring.” She said, flapping her hand to denote the garden, “So I thought I might just..sit here and admire the view.”

“Oh, I agree with you – it is boring.” He said, “Although if you were there, it might not have been. So pray tell, how does the lady know our Earl?”

He’s interrogating me. Yuri thought, and maybe rude in this era?

“I’m a helper.” Yuri answered, ignoring the perceived rudeness, I’m sorry but that’s all I can say.”

He waved his hand as if the he weren’t bothered by the abstruse information although she wasn’t entirely brought by his easy dismissal.

“I wonder what kind of help the Earl need from a lady like you.” He mused; rubbing his thumb on the girl’s arm in circular motion.

“It’s not that kind of help if that’s what you’re suggesting.” Yuri was disturbed just how people think their relationship was less than innocent.

He chuckled, before jerking his head toward the manor, “Come, the helper of the Earl should be formally introduced to his circles. I do not know why he neglected you. We are, after all, fellow helpers.”

Yuri wanted to say no and that she was fully contended with where she was and how little people of this world knew of her.

“Please, I insist.” His voice dropped an octave low that sent her shivering.

She reluctantly accompanied him to the darkly lit room consisting of few French style armchairs and pool table in the centre. The occupants seemed to be in the middle of some argument when they walked in and soon their attentions were directed to the newcomers.

“Lau, where have you been?” A stunning woman draped in red asked before eyeing Yuri next to him, “And who would the lady be?”

Yuri’s eyes widened as she recognised the woman in red. She was the Jack the Ripper. How could she have forgotten?

Yuri opened her mouth to answer but Ciel was quicker.

“She’s an aide I’ve recently discovered, Madame Red.” Ciel curtly said, “Play nicely; she is not accustomed to the rules as she had been socially sheltered for a long time. It seemed Lau has finagled an introduction without going through society’s proper channels.”

“I aim to seize what I can.” Was Lau’s reply.

The noble woman stood up to approach Yuri, circling around her like with predatory fascination, “Hm…what is your name?”

“I-I’m Yuri Park, Madame Red!” Yuri didn’t know whether offering her hand for a shake or simple curtsy was appropriate before choosing the latter by remembering the historical movies she watched and taking on the example of how the girls introduced themselves to others.

“It is lovely to make acquaintance, Miss. Park.” She smiled, before the men were formally introduced with Yuri’s permission of course.

“How did you meet my little nephew?” She asked as soon as the formality was concluded.

“Madame Red.” Ciel warned, his tone forced and strained.

“Ciel, I’m merely curious!” The woman in red defended, “I am, after all, first and foremost, your aunt and legal guardian.”

“He was kind enough to take me in when I was in a difficult situation.”

“My nephew? Kind?” Madam Red blinked in disbelief as if she hadn’t expected the two nouns to be used in the same sentence.

“It mustn’t have been easy for him but he helped me so I’m helping him.” Yuri explained, earning a side glance from the said Earl.

“This is not a game, little girl.” The owner of the voice that interrupted was a bespectacled man with dark-grey hair, a moustache, and sideburns who seemed to have a permanent frown in his face as if he was smelling constant stench, “These types of things are like wars; not some entertainment girls go for in India Houses.”

"Oh, that I agree with you – for once." Azzurro sarcastically joined in although it was more directed at the police commissioner.

There was no defending statement from others, they stood quietly as if waiting whether she will strike back or quiver in the corner and would go on measuring her worth from that one response.

“I..” Yuri pursed her lips, fists clenching by her side as slight anger went off inside her, “ –I wouldn't call it a war, exactly. That suggests both sides stand an equal chance of winning.”

Azzurro threw his head back in laughter, “Perhaps it was wise not to have spite the lady, Sir. Randall.” Tone of mockery of the police commissioner’s formal title was clear.

Sir. Randall’s pale face was coloured with embarrassment but Ciel interrupted before anyone could say anything further.

“Miss. Park, are you alright staying in this room?” Ciel asked giving her the chance of escape she desperately was looking for.

Yuri did a standing stare around the room, if she was going to be stuck in the 19th century for god knows how long, she certainly wasn’t going to let anyone down talk her like that for outrageous reason like her gender or her ethnicity, or her seemingly awkward and uncultivated social manners at the place she clearly did not fit in nor had any desire to try to belong to it. These people – these elites who held sway over the country; who had been nurtured from day one to live as the proud top one percent of the society might be used to power struggle but not her. Not Yuri Park. They might have lot to lose, but she had nothing to lose thus nothing to fear.

“No.” Yuri blatantly replied with the bluntest expression she could make. Resting bitch face was what the 21st century terminology to her expression.

The corner of his lips twitched as if he was holding himself from smirking, although she wasn’t quite sure as it went quickly as it came, “Sebastian, accompany Miss. Park to her room, please.”

“Yes, young master.”

“I’m fine,” Yuri cut in, surprised at her courage to be her own guide, “It’s not like I need a map and a compass to find my way around this house.” She curtsied to the acquaintances she became acquainted with before walking out of the room.

Yuri waited until she was around the corner from the room that she let out the breath she didn’t realise she was holding. God, how did they do it? She always thought the modern Royal family and aristocrat had it easy, well not so easy they were completely stress free, maybe in the financial domain but the glimpse of atmosphere she saw within the room during her short and brief interaction she had with them and with each other, she was thankful she was born as a commoner.

She wasn’t sure how long the guests were here for, but she had been standing in the garden for a quite sometimes now. Without her phone or laptop or TV to entertain her, she was utterly bored to death. Although Yuri would soon be thankful for the lack of noisy distraction; her ears perked up at the sound of rustling not far from her. Then a snap like someone’s shoes stepped on a twig. She stiffened; there was someone with her in the garden.

“Subject unknown: name unknown, age unknown, birthdate unknown, parents unknown, date and cause of death unknown. Additional notes: the subject unknown’s first realised presence to the headquarters is suspected to be connected to the severe disturbances to the world’s balance.” The man’s voice was even-toned and held absolute professionalism.

Yuri turned around to face the familiar looking man. She recognised him as one of the grim reapers responsible for collecting the deceased’s souls. Her face immediately blanched, was he here to collect her? Will she die even before she could see her family and friends again? Why her? God why always her?

Her knuckles were clenched to the point it was turning white and felt numb from restricted blood flow.

“Are you here to take me away?” Her voice waivered against her will.

The man was just how she pictured a grim reaper would be, if she ignored the cliché image of grim reaper as a skeleton and instead as a person. He was tall with short, neatly combed dark hair and unnatural yellow-green eyes framed by unusually designed rectangular glasses. As worker of death, he wore an all black, grim suits with black gloves and dress shoes.

“Ah, so you are aware of what I am,” He noted in cold tone before looking up from his file, “That makes it easy for me. Fortunately for you, I am not here to take you away. I simply cannot; seeing you are quite alive. However, your presence remains a concern for us.” Adjusting his glasses on top of his nose bridge, he revealed, “Therefore, I am hereby to keep you under my watch and gather any necessary information.”

“Why not do it in secret?” Yuri asked after a few wordless moments to process his words.

“Unfortunately for me, you are near… certain individual that are aware of my presence and would hinder me from doing my job properly; informing you of my intention will make my job easier.”

“You mean Sebastian?”

“Yes, him.” He nodded, pulling out a pen from his breast pocket and started to scribble something down like they were in some sort of interview – or interrogation more like and every words of her were being recorded and written to be used as later reference.

“We are forbidden from intervening in human affairs, provided that you are indeed a human. If I discover an absolute verification that you are not a human or you are, in some way, a threat, I will be reporting it to the higher-ups in accordance with regulations whom will make decisions based on the report and perceived risks.”

“I-if I turned out to be some kind of threat, what will happen?” She carefully approached.

He stopped writing and gave her his attention, “No idea.”

With a sharp snap of his wrist, the file was shut and tucked under his arm. With a sharp 180 turn, he began to walk away from the fountain where he will probably disappear by supernatural means.

“W-wait!” She called out to him, stopping him in his track, “D-do you know why I’m here? Do you know how I can go back? P-please, I’m not from here! It might sound–“

“I am just as clueless as you are in regards to your current predicament. I apologise, I simply cannot help you.” With that, she watched as his form disappeared in the descending staircases and she was, once again, left alone.

Alone.

She was alone. She used to like being alone. It seemed so easy to be alone. But she had her family and friends even when she was ‘alone’.

Now, she was really alone.

Yuri squat down to the ground and buried her face in her arms on her bent knees. Small chocking sounds escaped her throat, and then it seemed to get louder. The wail spoke of her fears, loneliness and anger in a way coherent words couldn’t.

Rustle

She ignored the sound that alerted her there was someone or something coming toward her.

She shouldn’t have.

A strong smelling, damp cloth covered her mouth while a big rough hand wrapped itself around her waist. The pungent smell hurt her nose and made her eyes water and felt the touched area burning with irritation. She could only let out a muffled yelp before her form drooped against the capture’s arms. No one noticed anything amiss, but during the struggle, a necklace that supported a crystal embedded Hello Kitty cat surrounded with more crystals slipped from her neck and onto the sparsely grassed earth. Yuri’s unconscious form was dragged and thrown across the abductor’s shoulder like a sand bag.

The necklace and Yuri’s missing presence was not noticed until the guests were long gone and Yuri was nowhere to be found for dinner.

At the edge of the East End in Whitechapel stood a luxurious mansion guarded with black cladded men and their deadly canines trained to rip any intruders to the mansion apart and without mercy. Deep inside, in a room on the top floor, was where Yuri found herself awaking up to with her hands and legs tightly cuffed behind her back.

At first, her mind was hazy with confusion with questions like why? Why was she here? Why did they kidnap her? Why did they knock her out? Why was she tied like some hostage? Her face felt sticky with dried tears but tears forming in the corner of her eyes were falling and moisturising her dry skin with its salty water.

Was she going to die here? Maybe that’s why the grim reaper decided to visit her. Like they always said, one can only see death just before they die.

“You’re awake?” Familiar voice drooled and she could smell the foul scent she identified as smoke. She hated the smell of smoke. Her dad smoked and she always hated that smell of death he was permanently doused with. Maybe all this happened because she was being punished, because she cursed out her parents and according to the Bible, those who cursed out their parent were dealt with death. Maybe she should have given that homeless man the spare changes she had more than enough to spare. Maybe she shouldn’t have stolen a pencil when she was six. Maybe…

All thoughts of possible wrong doing ran through her mind.

She snapped out of her thoughts of regret and focused on the man in front of her. Yuri knew who he was from his smell before she saw his face. A crooked smile lifted up on his scarred face as he light up another cigarette.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I decided to have you kidnapped, yes?” The mafia said as he puffed out a smoke. Yuri did her best to suppress a cough.

“What is your relationship with the watchdog?”

It took her quite some time to find her voice, “I’m a helper, just a helper. Nothing more! I’m nothing.”

He shook his head, strolled over and squat down in front of her, cupping her chin roughly to force her eyes to his, “I don’t believe that for a second. That brat won’t allow anyone near him except that goddamn butler of his and he seldom has anything he considers significant. You, on the other hand..he deliberately hid you from others; shielded you. Why? You must mean something for him; otherwise, he would not have taken you into his manor.”

“I-I told you: I’m just a help–mmph!“ His fingers on her cheek tightened and muted her sentence.

“Don’t lie to me!” He growled, ashes falling from his bit down cigar from the movement, “You’re his exotic whore, are you not? A warm body to warm his bed at night and his confidante in the morning. Am I wrong?”

Yuri’s eyes widened, feature of disgust appeared on her face, “You’re wrong! He’s just a kid!” This time her voice was strong and firm, “I’m no one’s whore!”

“Oh?” The look that flashed in his look made her wanted to hide every part of herself, his eyes travelled dangerously low and she was thankful for the conservative nature of her dress, “If you’re not his whore–“

“I’m no one’s!” She growled, reiterating her point once again to no avail.

“–What value do you possess that worth as much? What do you have that you could offer to him that is vital to his work, hm?”

She couldn’t answer him and he took her silence as affirmation.

“We shall see,” Said the mafia, “It will be interesting to see just how much you’re worth to that brat. For your sake, I’d advise you not to be so hopeful he would actually be your knight in shining armour; he’s thrown away his pawns for less. Spare yourself the disappointment.” Then his smirk grew bigger like he thought of a better way to sow this situation to the full, “You would fetch for a nice bargain. More so with your connection to the Queen’s watchdog: an exotic whore who also had the privilege to have shared the bed with the order of the Inghilterra underworld. My, my, the bidders will be very pleased. It’s not every day you come across something of his.”

She spat at him, the only derogating attack she could do without the help of her hands or legs. His face jerked to the side as the warm slobber drooled down his cheek. There was a sharp stinging sensation on her cheek before her face hit the carpet as he pulled out a napkin to wipe the spit away.

“They will have fun time breaking down that feistiness of yours’. It’s their speciality.” He chuckled as he checked his watch, “But we have more than enough time to spare. I would like to see first-hand of your talent.”

His words ran her blood cold and she reacted. Yuri screamed, yelled, rolled and writhe on the ground, the rope digging into the delicate skin of hers’. Her tears fell freely and she hyperventilated that she felt she’d die; she was going to have a heart attack – she was having a heart attack.

Ciel stared at the paper in his hand with irritation and annoyance written on his face. The threat was short and clear:

If you want the girl back, bring the goods to Buck's Row in Whitechapel.

He leaned back into his chair in his office with a sigh as Sebastian waited patiently for his command. Ciel didn’t have time for this – to play some rescuing knight to some pawn that was, at the moment, worth more trouble than her useless, vague knowledge of this world. He was a very busy and occupied person; he had company to manage, networks to maintain, schedule that needed to be met, meetings he need to attend, letters to write, and underworld to reign. He had no need for a pawn that needed constant rescuing and protection.

“Should we not rescue Miss. Park?” Sebastian asked, not out of worry or sentiment; he was a demon, no, he had works that needed and could be done at the time that was being wasted waiting for his master’s decision.

“I did not promise her protection did I?” Ciel mentioned.

Sebastian smiled cruelly, “No, you did not. Then may I get back to my work?”

Ciel was in deep thought, unmoving from his position. His butler was ever so patient.

The Earl made his decision after ten minute of weighing up his options.

“Go.”

If he were not one hell of a butler, any others would have mistaken his answer as extension to his previous question. But not Sebastian Michaelis, he was adept at reading between the lines and he was most proficient at understanding his master’s mind more than anyone else.

“Yes, young master.”

His other remaining servants were more than enough to contain the smaller rats and from the muffled groans and shouts he could hear from beneath the floor, those rats were being dealt with already.

Yuri managed to land a strike on his already crooked nose with the back of her head. She didn’t care how much he was physically rough with her; she already knew her retaliation would only prompt more physical attacks in effort to break her down into submissiveness. She bit, clawed, strike and more within the realm of possibility in her current situations.

“STOP FIGHTING!” He cursed as he pushed her down to the floor, “My men are already at brat’s manor, by the end of the day, all that would be left is their dead body, I would have my drugs and you’d be sold to the highest buyer! Consider yourself lucky I’m being gentle because they wouldn’t be!”

“FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Yuri screamed as she aimed her leg to his stomach.

Azzurro pulled his arm behind head and she clenched her eyes shut, prepared for the punch.

It didn’t came and her eyes snapped open to see the man frozen above her, his head slightly tilted as if he was focusing his hearing on something. The source of interruption was delayed for her, but it became clear.

Gunshots. Objects shattering. Yells of profanities and orders and screams of pain. She could hear them all just beyond these doors. The heavy weight upon her was relieved as the Italian mobster pulled up from above her with a hand on his strapped gun.

It's gone all quiet… Azzurro gulped and placed his gun near his chest.

Humming trepidation filled the air and the only viable audio was the rhythmic clicking of someone’s shoes strolling closer with disturbing calamity leisure. It stopped short from the doors and they both waited with tension as the door hinge slid lower and creaked open.

"Pardon my intrusion." The butler entered as both occupants’ eyes widened at the sight of the man who seemed so unaffected even with the physical sign of great struggle at the background. Yuri caught a coup d’oeil of the demon’s murder work and she had to look away lest she became sick.

"I have come to retrieve the lady. My master is not pleased of the gratitude you’ve shown when he’s allowed you in his home by kidnapping his guest."

The mobster was more amused than he was frightened as he studied his fallen men, "Well, I'll be damned. I'm amazed to think you took all those men out yourself. I was wondering what sort of big man you were. But you're nothing more than a Romeo, swanning around in a swallowtail coat."

Gun pointed at the butler, he demanded to know, “So, who are you?" Azzurro questioned, "An assassin hired by Phantomhive or maybe an ex-special forces mercenary? I know you are not just a butler, yes?"

The demon smirked and denied humbly, "Oh, but I am, just a butler – that is all."

"Ha, is that so?" The mafia man hummed, turning his gun in resignation. "In any case, I have no intention of fighting with you, Signore Butler. I surrender, sir."

Yuri didn’t believe an ounce of his word and she was right. His hand shot out to grab her by the hair, painfully pulling from her roots and tucked his free arm under her chin as she felt the tip of the gun resting against her temple.

"You don't want a hole in your esteemed guest, do you? If you are a butler as you say, you should know what this situation calls for, yes?" He warned.

Sebastian sighed, reaching inside his coat and pulled out the small Mouse 3 gamebox, "I have what you desire.."

Yuri wanted to yell at him; that he wanted drugs or money or anything materialistic, not some childish game and that now it was going to cost her life with the shit he just pulled.

Just then, she heard multiple gunfire then sensation of heavy wetness spurting onto her face and dress with a sick crack that triggered her forgotten nausea. It was nothing like in the movie, crescent sized holes on where solidness should be was all that she saw before the body hit the ground and what looked like some sort of organ or flesh sprawled on the floor.

Yuri felt the dry heaves starting before acidic content of her stomach was laid out onto the floor with the blood. The shooters disappeared before returning again through a secret door.

"Did we get him, sir?"

Azzurro smiled, letting go of her in disgust, "Yeah, good job."

Yuri wanted to say something but her clattering teeth and another threat of oncoming vomit prevented her.

"Haha, sorry, Romeo. But this game is mine." The mafia cockily announced, “Sending his butler to retrieve his whore, what a coward.”

She slowly remembered this moment; it wasn’t supposed to be her. It wasn’t supposed to be her that was kidnapped. It was supposed to be Ciel, not her. Why her? Why can’t it be him? Yuri froze, realising where her thoughts were heading and quickly supressed it in shame. If an eighteen year old girl couldn’t handle situation like this, how can a young boy like him experience such thing and come out of it fine? Yes, this was the type of thought she should aim to think. No one, especially a child, deserved to go through all this because of his standing.

“You’re very quiet, aren’t you?” Azzurro noted, gazing down at the shell-shocked girl, “Have you finally decided to surrender to your fate?”

“He’s not dead…” It came out as a whisper.

“Hm? I cannot hear you.”

“He’s not dead.” She said louder.

Azzurro cackled, throwing his head back, “Have you finally broken down? It would not do well if you are broken before the transaction.”

"..My goodness...”

Azzurro and his men tensed up at the sound of his voice. Even after he was shot, he did not lose the elegant and steady tone of his voice.

“The firearms of today have improved greatly in terms of power, have they not? Those from a hundred years ago do not even compare." The demon butler ran his gloved hand through his hair with a sigh.

Panic, shock and fear spread on the occupants’ faces as Sebastian heaved himself up from the ground with slightly sluggish movement.

"What are waiting for?!” Azzurro shouted, snapping out of shock induced freeze and pointed at the resurrected butler, "Kill him!"

They complied, charging at him with their guns and knives.

The demon coughed a few times in his palm before spreading them out to show the bullets he regurgitated, "Please allow me to return these."

The bullets seemed to have a mind of its own, shooting out from his palm with vicious projectile as if it was being fired from the gun and his men fell to the ground with another shower of blood and flesh.

Sebastian held out his damaged coat, inspecting it with great displeasure, “Alas. What a pity. My clothes are full of holes." Then Sebastian turned his attention toward the mafia and the human girl he was ordered to bring back as if he momentarily forgotten about them.

"G-Get back!" Azzurro warned as Sebastian approached the pair with eerie smile.

“Miss. Park, you just look like a wet grasshopper.” He remarked with the sick humour.

She didn’t register his words, too shocked, too tired and numb.

"Stop! Get any closer and I will kill her!" Azzurro yelled, but he kept walking closer and closer, “I TOLD YOU TO STOP!” His finger on the trigger caved in then–

BANG!

Yuri closed her eyes in relent.

"Wh-why..is she still alive..?" Azzurro murmured in bewilderment.

"Are you looking for something?"

She felt his body stiffen as Sebastian leaned over his shoulder, holding the bullet between his gloved fingers.

"Permit me to return this to you." He dropped the bullet in his coat pocket.

"Now, I shall be taking Miss. Park back as I was ordered." The demon announced, swirling his finger around like a puppeteer manipulating the strings movement. "If you would please, remove that filthy arm from our honoured guest?"

"Gyah!" The man pained screamed hurt her ears as she saw his arm wrenched behind his back as if it were connected by an invisible chord and sickening crunch was heard. Yuri was swept from the mafia’s arm as Sebastian gently laid her down on one of the chairs in the room and proceeded to free her from the restraints.

"W-Wait! You are just a butler, right? I can't die here like this!" Azzurro shouted, "I will pay you five-no, ten times your current wages to be my bodyguard! You can have all the booze and girls you want..so, come to my side!"

"My apologies, Mr. Vanel." Sebastian replied with unapologetic tone, "But I have no interest in made-made rubbish, coin or women. For, you see…" He glanced over his shoulder with fiendish gaze, "…I am a Devil of a butler. So long as the young master possesses the mark of the covenant, I am his faithful dog.”

Sebastian shook off what was left of his coat and enfolded it around her form.

“I suggest you look away, Miss. Park.”

Yuri closed her eyes, buried her face into her lap and blocked her ears.

She rested her head against his chest the whole time they headed back to the manor. They didn’t speak at all and neither of them tried to do so. Yuri could hear the faint humming of his heart and couldn’t help but wonder if the beating were real or all in her head that desperately needed human warmth.

“You have a heart.” She said, breaking the silence.

“Well, yes, it would be suspicious if I did not.”

Satisfied with his answer, she snuggled into his chest and concentrated on the vibration in his chest.

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Fan Fiction Master Post (and Where to Find Them):

Hello, Internet. It’s been about a year and a half since I last updated my master post and it’d be nice for you to pass this one around instead of the others. And so much has happened since the last list! I finally jumped on the Ao3 train! This list has got everybody here. If you got nothing better to do and need a little fic to put on the wounds life has dealt you (or if you’re a little bit of a masochist and want something that’ll tear your soul to shreds), then pick a link and indulge yourself, K? Like last time, this list is organized alphabetically by fandom and chronologically, if there’s a series. You’ll see what I mean. Enjoy!

** indicates a story in progress as of the time of posting this list.

Attack on Titan:

Classified Files: Ackerman, Levi

AU Crack! Hanji needs a favor from Levi, but there's no way Levi would be so willing. That's what she has Eren for! But...Well...Why can't Hanji's experiments ever go right?

Black Butler:

Just a Simple Interview, Right?

1 of 4. What starts out as just an interview with 19 year old earl Ciel Phantomhive for the paper turns into a little more than that a young reporter bargains for when she meets his enigmatic, yet beautiful butler. (Mostly T rated with some lemon chapters)

His Strange Little Girl and Her Butler, the Enigma

2 of 4. She had her interview, but gained a few new friends and one very, very special butler. Now, she has her beautiful demon husband for the rest of eternity. But when the honeymoon’s over…is it really over? Of course not. We can’t have anything simple, can we? (Also T rated with a few lemon chapters.)

You, Me, and Cambion Makes Three

3 of 4. The Michaelis family has grown by one. The young lord has finally married Lady Elizabeth. So, what comes next? A little catastrophe, perhaps? (Yet again, T rated with a few lemon chapters.)

Her Butler, One Last Time

4 of 4. So blissfully living as a magazine contributor in modern day New York City. Until she meets her new landlord…or her demon husband from a past life?

Peace, Love, Unity, Respect

(Mini-series) She’s graduated college. Her boyfriend dumps her. Her roommates find a way to cheer her up. But for whatever reason, she’s feeling a little desperate. Especially when the DJ keeps giving her looks. He feels like he’s seen her somewhere before…

Crossovers:

Trouble Comes in Threes

(Hetalia x Fruits Basket) Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio could get anyone they want. They're beautiful, they're young, and the whole school knows it. But...They've had it all and grow bored. Even traveling outside city limits wouldn't prove to be any sort of challenge. But after a mess of a party, it appears Yao and Kiku's family tree is extending its roots when their cousins relocate. They couldn't stay at the Sohma house forever.

A New Hacker Has Entered the Chat**

(DRAMAtical Murder x Mystic Messenger) The RFA is usually pretty airtight when it comes to their information. Although, when their systems end up getting hacked, Seven and MC put their heads together to figure out who did it and why their source is coming from two different places.

DRAMAtical Murder:

His Angel Bunny

When Angel goes into work on her day off, she just wants to throw her head against the wall. Until she sees a cute boy with a face full of metal and a heart full of sadness. She had to do something about it. Little did she know, that would lead to the greatest domino effect adventure of her life.

About Time

Just a quick one-shot of Koujaku doing a HUGE favor to humanity. Thank you, Koujaku, for your bravery and your services.

Death Note:

Lawliet

Ever wonder how L happened? The name? The person? The little boy behind it all…? (child!Lx parental!Reader going into the Kira investigation)

Fairy Tail:

The Princess and the Dragon

(AU) She wants to be where the wizards are. However, her father has other plans for her. Stay out of the books, Lucy! You don’t need to practice magic! How do you expect to further the bloodline if you don’t meet anyone?

The Siren’s Song

(AU) Beware a frozen heart desperate for warmth...What a load of garbage...Right?

The Knight in Shining Armor (At the time of me posting this, the last chapter is going out this week)

(AU) Erza's flashbacks to the days before she joined the guild kept getting worse and worse. Master Makarov couldn't stand to see one of the strongest members of the guild falling apart like that, so a special job for a special S-Class wizard should be enough to snap her out of it. Especially when that job is for the Fiore royal family.

Fullmetal Alchemist:

Halfmetal Heart

Edward and Winry’s precocious daughter Tricia has picked up the family trade, but when she goes to apply for her state certification, something wonderful catches her eye…

Don’t Forget

Their house used to be a pile of ash, but now, it’s a home as Edward and Alphonse reflect on the day it burned. One-shot

Happy Birthday, Sir

Today marks a very special day in Amestris. It’s the Fuhrer’s birthday! And his wife has a little something, something planned for him, but can Mustang let it be a surprise? One-shot. Partially goes off the Halfmetal Heart canon

The Spark and the Sparrow

Just some young Royai fluff about a thunderstorm that happened at Master Hawkeye’s house. One-shot

Hetalia:

Candy From Strangers**

Amelia's boyfriend is a jerk. No matter how anyone looks at it, he's a straight up jerk. One night, things got a bit out of hand and...Well...He's her ex-boyfriend now. A broken plate to the cheek does that. But a kind hearted stranger in the park was more than ok with fixing up more than the deep cut on her cheek.

Draw a Circle

France stumbles on a mysterious naked woman and can't keep her to himself, so he consults his good friend Britain. Who is she? And where did she come from?

The Legend of Zelda:

Courageous Duality

Five years after the Kokiri Village has been burned by the Gerudo King’s newest apprentice, Link gathers the intestinal fortitude to go back and pay his respects to his old home. Until he finds his true destiny deep within the Lost Woods. Takes place after Ocarina of Time

MCU:

Kilgrave’s Good Little Girl

Who better to bring in a murderous psychopath than a murderous psychopath? (Reader)

Mystic Messenger:

Mistake Messenger

A one-shot collection of alternate routes for Mystic Messenger ranging from sweet and fluffy to naughty and depraved. MC x EVERYONE.

Man’s Best Intern

(AU) Poor Jaehee. Overworked. Underpaid. Under appreciated. Luckily, with the newest C&R intern, anything is possible. Although, when Mr. Han takes a particular shine to her, Jaehee’s workload may be doubled even more.

The Number Next Door**

(AU) MC has finally gotten the opportunity to move into the apartment building of her dreams. After years of clawing her way up with her design blog, things have finally fallen into place for her. That is, until she learns her next door neighbor likes to blast meme music at 1AM.

Regularly Scheduled Programming

(One-shot) Saeran and MC indulge themselves with one night a week for garbage TV. Although, sometimes, we can't always get what we want.

Ouran High School Host Club:

Kiss, Kiss

1 of 3. You’re starting at a new school and for any normal person, that’s difficult. For someone with your list of diagnoses, it’s even worse. Especially when all you want is to keep your head down and find a quiet place to study.

Back to Normal, I Guess

2 of 3. After her summer in New York, Lana goes back to her school in London with her heavy heart full of the memories she made at Ouran Academy. But little does she know, the Ouran Host Club will always be there to welcome her back, no matter what time zone she’s in.

Our New Normal

3 of 3. Lana misses Japan. Can we blame her? Unfortunately, she had to graduate from Ouran Academy sometime. But her new life in New York with Kyoya is only just beginning. College is an entirely different ballgame.

Switch**

Daddy's only looking out for his little girl and he wants what's best for her. She's not ready to take over the...uh..."family business" quite yet. She doesn't understand why she has to go so far just to go to school. But Daddy's word is law. Hey...Why does the angry guy in her homeroom seem familiar? And what's a host club?

Supernatural:

A Family Forged in Fire

1 of 2. Lena was living in an orphanage. Constant rejection day in and day out. They were looking for a baby, not her. Little did she know that a case would bring a pair of brothers that would turn her life upside down.

When the Fire Goes Out

2 of 2. After taking down the devil himself, a girl needs to get away, doesn’t she? Even though it puts her brothers in a worry and opens up a golden opportunity for someone new to slip into her life.

Yuri!!! On Ice:

Adopted

1 of 2. AU: Victor and Violet adopted two precious little boys that they can’t help but love and became an unorthodox family. Even though the youngest can’t stand the oldest, but that’s the way siblings work. And things get even more troublesome when they both want to take up the very thing that brought Mommy and Daddy together.

Off the Rails

2 of 2. After Junior Grand Prix, the Nikiforov family has moved to New York and began their training for next season, including Violet’s comeback. However, her comeback may be a bit more than she…or Victor…bargained for.

Not a Perfect Fairytale (But It’s Ours)

Fairytale AU. Whoever decided the prince needed a princess has terrible foresight…

Surprise

Yurio is always a little paranoid, but for some strange reason, today, his radar was up even more than usual. Especially when Yakov doesn’t yell at him for missing a simple jump. One-shot

Dr. Nikiforov Has a Ring To It

Getting sick sucks something awful on its own. Getting sick with no one else home but your overbearing roommate to take care of you? That’s a mess in itself. One-shot

Pierced Through the Heart

(One-shot) Yurio and Otabek had been together a while now. Why couldn't they have something match like Victor and Yuri?

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I'll be accepting any and all prompt requests. Just send them here to my Tumblr: http://ift.tt/2zjTRIv or in the comments

Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Spider-Man - All Media Types, Hunter X Hunter, Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime), Dragon Ball, Naruto, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, DCU, Avatar: The Last Airbender, South Park, Regular Show, Ed Edd n Eddy, Alvin and the Chipmunks - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100, Gravity Falls, Big Hero 6 (2014), Rick and Morty, American Dad!, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Gon Freecs, Hisoka (Hunter X Hunter), Killua Zoldyck, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Colin Wilkes, Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis, Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Mordecai (Regular Show), Rigby (Regular Show), Link (Legend of Zelda), Ganondorf (Legend of Zelda), Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Reigen Arataka, Edd "Double D", Kevin (Ed Edd n Eddy), Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Alvin Seville, Simon Seville, Theodore Seville, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Rock Lee, Gaara (Naruto), Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Katsuki Yuuri, Yuri Plisetsky, Victor Nikiforov, Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines, Schmuely "Snot" Lonstein, Steve Smith (American Dad!), Aang (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar)

Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, Gon Freecs/Hisoka, Hisoka/Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecs/Hisoka/Killua Zoldyck, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne/Colin Wilkes, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri/Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov/Yuri Plisetsky, Rick Sanchez/Morty Smith, Evil Rick/Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty), Evil Morty/Morty Smith (Rick and Morty), Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo/Reigen Arataka, Hiro Hamada/Tadashi Hamada, Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines, Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Son Gohan/Son Goku, Hatake Kakashi/Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Sebastian Michaelis/Ciel Phantomhive, Kenny McCormick/Butters Stotch, Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Mordecai/Rigby (Regular Show), Edd "Double D"/Eddy, Edd "Double D"/Kevin

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: M/M

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: M/M

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage

Categories: M/M

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

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Words: 48, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

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The Liars and Soothsayer chapter 2 (Previously known as ‘A Kiss To My Prince’)

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

Chapter I (Rewritten): Time-slip Yuri

Chapter II: Pathos

A/N: Rewritten chapters will be first uploaded on Tumblr before I make the changes on Fanfiction.net

As you have noticed, I have changed the story’s title from ‘A Kiss to My Prince’ to ‘The Liars and Soothsayer.’ This is due to the change in the story plot/characterisation and direction.

The title hints at the relationship that will blossom between Sebastian, Ciel and Yuri as well as Alois and Claude.

Meaning of soothsayer:

Sooth = truth

Sooth + sayer = truth sayer or the ‘one who speak the truth’.

As of today, the soothsayer is used to describe someone who is said to be able to predict the future. This stems from fortune-tellers who wanted deceive their patrons to believe what they said was true and would refer themselves as soothsayer thus the word underwent such changes. The title is a bit of a metaphor for the characters in the story.

“My name is Yuri Park. There was an incident and I woke up in 1887. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever’s happened, it’s like I’ve landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work- out the reason, I can get home.”

Yuri was taken to a room that resembled a living room where she guessed in this era the visitors would be shown. Her whole body was stiff with apprehension and she was actually surprised she managed to stand up and made it to this part of the mansion without fainting. His introduction as the butler of the household nearly went over her head. Her eyes were glued onto her nails where she nervously picked at her damaged skin surrounding it. She was tempted to take off her hoodie, too aware of the dampness coating her white sleeveless vest underneath it, but instead did a quick airing out by shaking her collar when the demon attended to the tea tray.

He readied the tea in meticulous and elegant fashion, not one speck of liquid was spilled even when he poured them from considerable height and placed the utensil and plates of delicious looking savouries. At the sight of such delicacy, she felt her mouth water but made no move to sip or taste anything simply watching the vapour evaporating from the hot tea.

“Please help yourself.” He kindly mentioned, as if he knew she was waiting for some sort of permission.

Yuri managed a small but forced smile, “T-thank you.”

She brought the expensive teacup up with both her hands nervously afraid to drop them and rested upon her lip tilting the liquid into her mouth. Having underestimated its heat, the tea scolded her tongue and Yuri nearly ended up spewing it out onto the table.

“Are you alright? The tea is quite hot…” He asked, having seen the pained look on her face and the way her palm shot up to wipe any spillage.

She quickly nodded, “Yeah! I should have cooled it down. No worries.” Great, she lost her sense of taste. Normally, she would have put in lot of milk and sugar but in a situation like this, it seemed almost..rude so she accepted the tea just as it was served.

“Please try some sweets as well; I have made them an hour earlier.” He encouraged with a smile.

“Um..sure..thanks.” Yuri gingerly picked up an expensive looking fork glided with gold and wondered just how much all this kitchenware would cost in modern world. She could see decorations of gold garnishing the room from the furniture to even the wall and couldn’t help but wonder if it all were real.

Real and 99.9% pure..

She chose the nearest plate, a piece of cake that was artfully decorated. It looked like a vanilla cake with a bit of chocolate icing on them but Yuri wasn’t an expert on judging pricey desserts or food. No, her forte was on cheap, affordable student-discount offering fast foods and mid-scale family restaurant with the luxury consisting of gelato or a nice dessert café like Creams. So rarely did she ever visited any pâtisseries when their price tag for a single slice or portion could probably buy her a nice big mac meal, milkshakes, and McFlurry.

She tentatively brought a small piece into her mouth and felt her eyes widen as its sweetness melted into her mouth. Yuri made a high pitched gasp in the back of her throat and wondered if this was what heaven tasted like.

“I’m glad it is to your taste.”

“Who wouldn’t like this?!” Yuri unconsciously blurted out.

He gave her an appreciated smile, “Thank you. Now that you have settled; I am afraid I shall have to take my leave as I need to attend to my master for a short moment. It shan’t be long; please enjoy the rest of your tea whilst I’m gone.”

Yuri nodded and wondered if she should stand up or not at his departure. She heaved herself up from the chair when he held a hand to stop her.

“Please, sit. There’s no need to stand.”

Yuri nodded and sat back down, “Thank you for the tea.”

“You’re quite welcome.”

She didn’t relax until the demon was out of the room, and only when the door was completely shut and waited for good five minutes did she slouch against the chair. Burying her face in her palms hoping everything was but a lucid dreaming stemmed from her over imaginative mind, she knew this was as it gets. Yuri took out her phone from her hoodie’s pocket and clicked the home button several times in futile hope that by some miracle it’ll light up but what remained was a blank, inactive screen reflecting her despondent self.

Tears threatened to fall again but she couldn’t cry, not when they were going to barge in anytime soon.

Why was she here? Why her? Why not Katie? Or Anna? Or Nikita? Why not anybody else but her?! What is happening back in her world? Did anyone notice she was missing? Did anybody even care? Would her parents called the police? Would they have told her parents she disappeared in the hospital? And would they be crying now, just wondering who snatched their baby away? How would her school react? Would they organise a morning assembly revealing that one member of the student went missing last night? Would they ask for the students prey for her safe return? Would she appear on the news? Would the reporters be showing one of her picture on the tv screen’s side corner and talking about how she was like as a daughter, a friend and a student?

Millions of thoughts ran inside her mind and she didn’t hear the door opening with Sebastian walking in, only he was accompanied by someone else nor the chair across her sliding back and forward as someone took their seat.

Yuri glanced up, flinching as she came face to face with the main character of the manga – not a novel or a movie – but a manga that was adapted to anime as well. She didn’t know about him that well – or the detailed manga story line, just vaguely remembered one of her friend going on about a 13 year old boy who had taken a path of revenge and her various conspiracy theories surrounding it. For once, she was thankful that she paid attention. Where did she say the chapter was up to now? The Blue Switch? The Red…witch? It was something witch..

“Which year in the future do you come from?”

She met his eyes now, having been brought out of her little mumbling world, “Oh..uh..” She momentarily prepared what she was going to say, but there was a slight distrust in his eyes when he registered her pause and flusters.

“2017.”

“2017?” He echoed and his voice held a tone she couldn’t quite decipher.

She nodded, “Um…Our Queen is Queen Elizabeth’s II who recently surpassed Queen Victoria’s record as reigning body and…Donald Trump became the U.S. president…I don’t really have much to say…”

The two became noticeably quiet, perhaps allowing her words to sink in as well as weighing whether she was sane and telling the truth or should they have her institutionalised.

“I know it’s hard to believe; but it’s true. If this year is what you say it is, then I really did..travel to the 19th century. I mean, look, how will you explain the phone?” She rummaged through her bag, desperate to fish anything that was futuristic looking or too advance to exist in Victorian era; she took out everything she can on the table.

Jewelleries she has been looking for a long time with some that were not hers’, gums, water bottle, receipts, planner, lip balm, chocolates, asthma pumps,, her wallet with her money and ID and.. she eyed the blue and green paper wraps her hand automatically brought up and before dropping it back in. No need to explain to them about period pads.

They eyed the objects they had already seen.

“I believe you.” Ciel said after a while, sipping his tea with one hand and another holding the plate beneath it, “Put it away.” He ordered, as if he was more bothered by the mess made on the table with the foods.

Yuri did so, her face red with embarrassment.

“Do you know who I am?” He asked, one eye scanning her as others were hidden by his trademark eye patch.

You have one chance, Yuri. Make sure you tell him the right answer. Her head did quick calculations on predicted outcome for either telling him yes or no. How will he act if I tell him he’s just a drawing? Come on, THINK!

“…No.”

“I will warn you that I do not appreciate being lied to.” He sharply said, “We shall try it again; do you know who I am?”

“…” Yuri gulped, “I heard about you.”

He seemed satisfied with her new answer.

“Where?”

“I know that you’re an Earl…and,” She turned to Sebastian, “…That you’re a demon.”

The Earl calmly put the tea down onto the plate with a soft clink, “And how are you privy to that information?”

If she didn’t know how he looked like, she’d think from his choice of words and the way he seemed to carry himself, she’d mistake him for a lot older person than he was.

Yuri clenched her eyes shut, how will she explain it?

“..Because you’re – I mean your world is…” She couldn’t say it, she felt sick now.

“My world is what?” He sounded a little impatient, “Tell me – now.”

“Because you’re world is-is a…fiction.”

Everything seemed to hush and still, the air felt heavy and Yuri was sure she would have toppled to the ground if it weren’t for the chair holding her up. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t know if it were because she had her face down and holding her breath or if the entire oxygen molecule vanished with the exposure of this world’s reality.

Humourless laughter left the Earl’s lip, his body went into a violent tremor as he hunched onto the table in unbefitting manner for someone who was so in control of himself and others around him.

“A fiction you say..”

Sebastian looked slightly worried for his master, he didn’t seem, at all, so..amused as his master that the universe they were living in was fake and what she seemed to hint, a form of literature.

“Hah…a fiction.” He puffed out the word like his airway was being constricted, “You’re insinuating…everything I’ve experienced, every emotion I felt…is..a mere writing?”

She didn’t confirm his question because she knew it wasn’t a question he wanted her to verbally confirm once again.

Yuri hid for a cover that was her arms when his arm lashed out to swing the pricey dishes and cups from the table and pricey porcelains shattered into splinters on the table and the carpet.

“Young master–“ Sebastian began as he saw Ciel’s hand redden from the burn.

“I-it might not be true!” Yuri yelled in hope of calming him down but his glares sent shivers down her spine and the thought ‘Ah, he’s going to kill me’ flashed passed her mind, “F-for some reason, someone sent me here; I don’t know why, b-but now your world is now just as alive as mine!”

“Young master, may I remind you that tonight, at seven, Mr. Damian are coming for supper and we should start the preparation.”

Ciel looked like he wanted to say – or shout – something, maybe about how the world wasn’t real and everything that was going on wasn’t real either.

“L-look,” Yuri quickly intervened and inhaled deeply; calm, calm, “I know it might seems like a cruel joke to realise the world you lived in – in my world – is not real, but I’m here now. Maybe something’s changed and now this world is just as real as mine.”

“What do you know of this world, then?” He recovered quickly although his fist remained clenched on the table, “What will happen from now on? Tell me everything you know.”

“I don’t the exact detail but I know you’re looking for your parents’ killer, and that you’re the Queen’s Watchdog. The last time I’ve heard about your world; you’re close to finding out what happened that night.”

“You will help.” It was an order, “You shan’t lie in my presence, nor betray my confidante. In return, I will bid you shelter, clothing, and food. Is the term and condition satisfactory?”

Yuri took the time to think about his offer. How weird she would often click or sign ‘I agree to the terms and condition stated above’ without ever actually reading them, but felt like she should ask for a written contract with all the legal clauses and lawyers to guide her through it instead. But beggars can’t be choosers. In particular, a beggar lost in 19th century with nothing but the bag in her hand and few modern pound notes and coins other than the knowledge of future. She didn’t have the mind or the talent to actually go away and start producing modern objects. She was just a normal eighteen year old girl with what the 19th century doctors would call overly creative imaginations.

She simply nodded.

Ciel stood up and she quickly followed the suit, intending to see to his departure. He didn’t look at her, facing Sebastian who waited for his master’s order.

“Introduce her to the servants and show her to the guest chamber.” He said more harshly then needed.

“Of course.” Sebastian said, “But should we not have the burn examined? I can call for the Doctor.”

“No need.” He said, “Clean this mess up.”

“Yes, young master.”

Sebastian bent down to pick up the visible pieces of the porcelain and Yuri bent down to help him.

“Ms. Park, it is quite alright. This is my job. Let me.” He gently said, prying the glasses from her fingers.

Yuri frantically shook her head, “It’s fine; let me help. I’d appreciate the distraction.”

“But as a guest–.”

“I don’t think I’m an important enough of a guest to have people do things for me.” Yuri joked lightly, although uneasiness was evident in her voice, “I’m more of a reluctant guest you took in.”

“Even so, I insi–“

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, meeting his gaze, “It might sound weird but tasks like this are a good stress reliever for me. Just..please.”

Sebastian sighed, “Very well.”

After cleaning up the mess, with smaller fractions of the glasses swept properly, Sebastian gathered the familiar looking servants whom she remembering seeing briefly when Arianna was showing her the manga.

Mey-Rin, the maid; Finnian, the gardener; Baldroy, the chef and the house steward, Tanaka, all greeted her with respect and announcing she will be a stay-in guest for a while. Yuri introduced herself while approaching to offer her hand to shake. The action caused a bit of fluster amongst the servant and she remembered where she was. The oppressive social mores meant it wasn’t appropriate her to acknowledge the servants in such ways. Still, even when she remembered she still waited for her empty hand to be filled.

“Mey-Rin, is it not rude to keep our esteemed guest waiting?” Sebastian said, realising she won’t be backing down.

The maid’s face became as red as an apple and stuttered to make form a smooth sentence, “A-ah, yes! It is lovely to meet you, Miss. Park!”

Then she shook Finnian’s then Baldory then Tanaka’s.

“Please just call me Yuri.”

Their faces, except Tanaka, seemed morph into something she identified as horror and shock.

“W-we cannot–“ Mey-Rin began.

“Please.” Yuri pleaded, “It doesn’t have to be in front of other people; just when we’re together, you can call me Yuri. I don’t like being called so formally.”

“B-but…” Finnian muttered.

“If this is what Miss. Park wishes, we shall do so.” Sebastian said, “She is not used to such formality. Since she is our guest, we should do our best to accommodate her needs.”

The three servants lowered their head in surrender before saying in unison, “Yes, Mr. Michaelis.”

Sebastian turned to Yuri, “Now then, let me guide you to your room. I have taken the liberty to have your bag placed.”

“Oh, thank you.”

The room she was given was just as elegant and luxurious as the living room she was recently in. It reminded her of the hotel suite room that would have cost her more than her parent’s wages for a night.

“This is your room. If you have any problems or questions, please do not hesitate to ring the bell. Either I or Mey-Rin will come.” He said, pointing to the bell pull beside the bed, “Mey-Rin will come at five to ready you for dinner.”

She nodded in thank even though their generosity was not so altruistic, “..Thank you for taking me in.”

Alone in the house, Yuri carefully sat on the edge of large King sized bed and stared at the mirror hung up on the fireplace. She sighed, afraid of things that will come.

“The progression of East Indian jewel technology is really quite remarkable” Damian pointed out, trying to steer into a more business orientated subject. It was obvious the man’s head wasn’t in the game and only half-heartedly playing along as to appease Ciel, who was the benefactor with a deep pocket.

Yuri sat in the corner, silent, and wondering once again how she got here and if she could ever go back to her world. The two men barely acknowledged her other than their introduction to each other, Damian seemed a bit reluctant to let a woman in the room whilst they talked business but at Ciel’s insistent, he was more than happy to bury her into oblivion and give all his focus and attention to the one that matter the most in this room.

“Many brilliant people have also been raised there ― entranced by the eyes of the dead.” He continued.

“That’s unlucky. I’m out for one turn, eh?” Ciel hummed, ignoring the man’s diverging attempts.

“It’s an opportune time right now!” A gentle, promising smile appeared; hiding what lurks beneath, “I would like to continue to expand my company’s business and secure larger workforce” Ciel leaned back, quite obviously not interested in the discussion of investment.

“It’s your turn.”

Damian looked at his meagre number of chess pieces with miserably hidden boredom. His distractions and insouciance had cost him of his many pawns.

“Oh yes. Well then, excuse me.” He threw the die, landing on certain card.

“Yes, and five.” He moved the dice before he ventured, “About that, though. If I were to receive assistance in the form of another £12,000 pounds…”

“Excuse me,” Sebastian interrupted, “Dinner is ready.”

They were led to the garden and the entrance hall sparkled and shined in binding light, almost like the one she fell into. Mr Damian awed in compliment as he looked around and even Ciel looked impressed by the decor. The sets of oak door were like a portal to another dimension that was entirely different from the one they were in now. The door seemed to have been a door to heaven as it opened with much more brighter light before it dimmed down into appropriate setting, revealing an enchanting Japanese stone garden filled with bloomed cherry blossoms as its petals feathered down like snow.

Main highlight of the evening was in the centre of the courtyard, a long and slender dinner table covered with clean white cloth as not to dull and bring the full attention to the Japanese table decorations. Seeing the sight of it had Yuri’s heart throbbing at the beauty; the work could not have been done by human hands and it was very true for the particular butler who prepared them.

Ciel and Mr Damian were seated at each opposite end of the table while Yuri was seated between the two in the middle. Sebastian walked smoothly to the table and placed the dishes in front of the household.

“Dinner is served.” He announced, “On the menu is our chef Baldroy’s Gyuu-tataki-don.”

“Gyuu-tataki-don?” Ciel and the guest echoed in surprise.

“This..is dinner?” The butler nodded and there were small amount of disappointment in Damian’s voice, “I was expecting a Kyoto-style course meal or something..”

Sebastian gave him a small smile of confident before bolting out, “Mr. Damian, did you know.. donburi has been used in Japan from ancient times as a feast to express gratitude to labourers. A dish given as a treat to a person who has rendered great service..that is Donburi!” The older man and Ciel were clearly shocked and surprise at the knowledge he held.

Although Yuri wasn’t so fond of raw fish in sushi or any dishes involving raw fish or meat, having not eaten anything since the bits of snacks she had late night, the sight of it seemed to awaken her forgotten hunger

“Houhan, a court dish for which the masses yearned, is said to be the origin of Donburi.” Sebastian continued, appeasing Damian’s mind toward the favour of the food that lied in front of him. “Furthermore, I thought you would be tired of elaborate dishes and planned this so you might eat the choicest of meat simply.”

Daze look glazed over at the older man’s eyes before laughing approvingly.

“Ciel, this is great! You always surprise me!” He joyfully added, “A lot of the fellows in this business lack a sense of humour. But I think we’ll continue to get on just fine from here on.”

The Earl smirked, satisfied, “I’m honoured to hear that.”

“We did it!” Finny cheered, his arms shooting up in the air. “It was a complete success!”

Mey-Rin hurried toward, pushing through Finnian and Baldroy.

“Move out of the way! I’m up next, so let me do my job.” She marched speedily through the door, stopping in front of the cart holding the wine.

“I also selected an Italian wine to suit your taste, sir.” Sebastian informed, but there was an awkward silence between the pause and Sebastian motioned toward the still maid.

“Mey-Rin!”

“Yes?”

Sebastian moved closer to her ear and whispered, “Stop standing there and pour the wine into the man’s glass.”

The flurry of blush spread across Mey-Rin’s cheeks like wildfire, his action having caused quite a panic at the proximity between them. She swivelled shakily to the guest’s side, holding the wine in her arm with a dazed look behind her glasses. The chef, knowing her clumsiness ― particularly in untimely manner ― noticed with hawk eyes.

“..Hey?”

“Yes?” Finnian and Sebastian responded.

“Isn’t there something wrong with the little lady?”

The trio trailed their eyes toward chef’s pointing finger and gasped ominously.

“Miss Mey-Rin!” The three yelled, attempting to correct ― or if possible ― stop her, “You’re spilling the wine!”

Everyone other than Ciel’s business colleague, who was entrenched by the garden, seemed to realise the trouble was brewing. Mey Rin, still star-struck from earlier on, still poured on the wine even if the liquid was gushing dangerously to the rim of the cup and began overflowing onto the white cloth when it was no longer possible for the cup to contain it.

Sebastian acted immediately with inhuman-like speed. His hands grasped the white table cloth and with a swift back pull of his arms, the red stained material smoothly glided off the table with only smallest amount of disturbance. The table wares, cup and plates rattled slightly as the only hint of such stunt he just pulled.

Damian, hearing the glass clink, turned away from the scenery to the table which was now bare.

“W-where did the tablecloth go?” The man swore there was a white cloth beneath their plates.

Ciel schooled his sudden burst of panicked expression before smoothing it down to a slight smirk, continuing to eat as if it was nothing.

“I had it taken away because there was a slight stain on it. Don’t trouble yourself. Excuse us for our discourtesy. Please relax and enjoy your meal.”

Mr. Damian slightly titled his head, puzzled, before resuming back to eating. I savoured the food deliberately and slowly, it was absolutely delicious and five Michelin star worthy, but the bubbling anxiety and adrenaline was doing its best to dull my taste and did not notice Sebastian disappearing behind the door.

“So Miss. Park,” Damian began, “From which exotic lands do you hails from?”

Yuri looked up from her food, surprised she was being addressed and prepared to answer his question, “I’m from Korea. But I don’t think Korea is exotic.” There was nothing exotic about Korea, or Asia, or its people. It was her second home and a country she happened to be born in just like him who happened to be born in England as English.

“Oh my, that is quite a distance. I hear Corea(1) still remains a mystery to this day with their strict isolationist policy. What made you travel so far?” As far as Damian knew of Corea, the country was dubbed ‘Hermit Kingdom’ by frustrated Western conquistadors in days of yore.

Yuri shrugged, “I just wanted to travel.”

“And how did you come to be acquainted with Lord Phantomhive?” Yuri ignored the implication beneath his question.

“Mr. Damian,” Ciel intervened much to her relief, “Let’s focus on the food.”

“O-of course, Lord Phantomhive.”

The night ended with the poor, scared man out of his wit running away shouting ‘Mama Mia’ just as she remembered seeing. Yuri wondered whether the story will follow the original time scale or her being here meant it could change its course of directions.

“Is this what happened?”

Yuri looked up from the loveseat she was sitting on, “Yeah…”

“And what will happen tomorrow?”

She tried to dig every moments, scenes and chapters she’s seen and read from every corner of her memory.

“Uh…I’m sorry I’m not sure…I can’t remember it now..I’ll tell you when I do. Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything after that.

For someone who realised their entire world and life has been a work of a fiction written by an author, he seemed calm and accepting as of now. But Yuri didn’t know this Earl so much – nor how he worked. He was a child yet he seemed to have an adult way of dealing with things albeit perhaps more physically than an actual adult would but she didn’t know how an adult would be able to compartmentalise such revelation either.

Ciel Phantomhive stared out the window, watching the winds drifting through leaves of the trees. The green foliage swayed in waltz like movement to singular direction as he repeated her words over and over again in his head. Fiction or not; real or not, he had the advantages. As the protagonist, like any other tragic novels, he would have his revenge and he would be dealt with as deserved. The Past uncertainties whether he will ever have his revenge seemed to vanish, soon replaced with portent. His eye travelled to the reflection on the window; a stiff figure staring at her hands in worry.

Terminology:

(1) Corea- "Korea” is the modern spelling of Corea, a name attested in English as early as 1614. It is an exonym derived from Cauli, Marco Polo's transcriptionof the Chinese.

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sunset-wishes-upon-hill · 8 years ago

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Liar (Kuroshitsuji: Ciel Phantomhive x Yuri Park)

Spin off to A Kiss to My Prince series: FF

AUTHOR NOTE: This story in undergoing rewrite and has been written with the changes in mind.

While I was writing this story (along with Sebastian and Yuri’s spin-off), I listened to the song “He is unworthy” by Shi Shi (Will post link below). It’s an OST for the Taiwanese drama ‘Behind His Smile’ and I absolutely love it. The drama is about a man called Zhao and his revenge against the person who took everything from him and targets the woman’s daughter, Lei. Lei returns home only to realise her mother’s company became bankrupt and are chased by angry mobs. Zhao helps Lei with ulterior motive, only to find himself falling in love with her.

The song, I think describes the relationship between Ciel, Sebastian and Yuri. In my re-written version, Ciel and Sebastian simply exploit Yuri’s vulnerability, kindness and love for the sake of their own gains and even though they may develop genuine feelings for her later on, their feelings are built on lies.

“He isn’t worthy” talks about a woman who is in love with a man who is a liar and turned her love into a mockery and that she don’t have to repent for a man like him who didn’t do “enough of a trouble”. The song describes how loving and giving love to a man isn’t the problem, rather he is unworthy of that love. It’s a Taiwanese song but I’m addicted to it 24/7. Here’s the music video with English sub: Shi Shi- He isn’t worthy

Her world was different from his. No one was foolish enough to be so naïve about it. She oozed of it; in her brazen way of speech, her insistent manner of dressing, her blatant disregard and transcendence of his social-etiquette norms – even the way she walked were that of obvious masculinity than the soft, dainty steps seen amongst the well-bred ladies. He’d seen more elegance in the trudging of working class women.

Her ask for his permission to sleep in his bed was the height of her indecorous behaviour; ridiculous, flagrant, he thought, and he absolutely did not wanted a poor excuse of a doll anywhere near his dwellings. He had refused and forced her out of his room, until one day he had noticed the darkness under her eyes and sluggishness in her movement. It didn’t take long for him to find out she was struggling to sleep in a manor “too big, too scary and too lonely” on her own.

She told him of her world, her parents she has left behind and her friends, whom she dearly missed. He wished he could sympathise with her plight, but he lacked the luxury to do so. It did not affect him and it was her problem she must deal with – it was something he could not help her with. She was his pawn, one of his chess piece placed on the board and she was sent here for a reason. Whether or not it was simply a pure random stroke of luck she ended up in his bed on that fateful morning, it is he who grabbed onto that chance and so had the every right to utilising her full potentials.

He’s a liar – that he did not deny. He needed her knowledge of the future and he was willing to indulge in her whim so he allowed her to his bed and whatever she wanted, within reason of course. Much to his satisfaction, it didn’t take so long for her to reveal what she knew of the world but was quickly replaced with irritation. There was little lead to go on and her answers remained on the vague side of it, but it will have to do. How annoying. What a useless girl.

Ciel stared at the black solider chess piece hanging between his fingertips, like other of his many pawns laid out across the board; he’ll gladly use her to the best of his ability.

Let’s see how far you can cross.

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The Liars and Soothsayer (Previously known as ‘A Kiss To My Prince’) Chapter 1 (REWRITTEN)

A Kiss to My Prince series (Unchanged): FF

Chapter I: Timeslip Yuri

A/N: So this is a bit of an exclusive chapter for people on Tumblr as I won’t be updating the story on Fanfiction.net as of yet. But this is the rewritten version of A Kiss To My Prince for chapter 1 (yes, I have started to rewrite them) and I’m hoping to hear from my readers here about what they think about this chapter! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

“Ms. Katie George, your doctor will see you now.” The nurse called to the waiting area filled with awaiting patients. Majority of those waiting consisted of young men and women, some passed out on the floor from alcohol with their injuries presumably from alcohol-related incidents on Friday night.

A girl aged sixteen with blonde hair and brown eyes — stood up from the midst of the awaiting crowds. After what felt like hours of limping, her right leg was finally ready to give out and her knee buckled awkwardly, just managing to catch herself onto the edge of the chair before her face hit the ground.

A hand shot out to aid the girl’s balance, other hand massaged the ice pack against her forehead. Yuri wondered how the hell she ended up in the A&E at 2AM on Friday night, although technically it was Saturday. She briefly wondered if the concussion she suspected she has sustained was the reason for her hazy memory, until it slowly began to take shape as Katie handed her bag to be looked after and walked into the office.

They had been at their friend’s sleepover, and she barely heard Katie coming down the stairs. Yuri had bent down to give the dog a hug when there were loud ruckus tumbling down the stair with foreboding yell as she felt something hard connect with the back of her neck and head. The two of them ended up on the floor, with the poor dog’s leg stuck under them with their limbs twisted and sticking out in such way it could not have been natural. With the lack of first aid kit in the house, they made use of period pad and tampon to reduce the bleeding and ice to sooth the migraines. It wasn’t long before Katie complained of crippling pain in her ankle and wrist and so they headed to the nearest hospital. As they wait, others decided to venture out for food, leaving her and Katie in the waiting room. The passing by nurses seemed to do a double take before nodding their head impressively at their ingenuity, giving them a big thumb up.

She wasn’t sure how long the initial examination would take, but she quickly left the message to her other friends that she headed out for some fresh air. Yuri leaned against the railing, closing her eyes as she felt the drift against her skin.

Even at dawn, man-made lights still shone brightly lighting up the sky; large pumps of music escaping from nearby night clubs, brawling football fans as they shouted at the loss of their teams, wild and free teenagers having the time of their lives. She heard a sound, indicating she wasn’t alone and turned to the direction. To her right stood a woman in simple attire and for a moment, Yuri mistaken her for someone else were it not for her lavender hair. Her presence wouldn’t have alarmed her if not for how she was standing. She was standing on the far side of the barrier with nothing protecting her from falling onto the busy wet motorway. The ice pack she held dropped from her hand.

She was going to throw herself off.

Yuri wanted grab her and just pull her over the hand rail, but it was too high and if she try and just pull her over, the woman could have slipped and fell. So she spoke to her in panic:

“It’s going to be alright! WHATEVER IS WRONG, IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT!”

The woman turned around, her eyes almost smiling yet held unspeakable sadness. It was a look that was familiar. The woman couldn’t have been more than in her early twenties, and Yuri quickly put her arms around him from the other side of the barrier.

“It’s gonna be alright. I know it seems like it isn’t but whatever is wrong can be made right.” Yuri held her tight, pinning the woman to the barrier but even then Yuri knew if she were to jump, there was no way she could physically stop her from doing so. There was a nagging feeling she was familiar but she could not pin point just where such notion was coming from.

The woman’s finger touched her exposed arms and felt her skin hitch at the indescribable jolt. Her exotic coloured hair swished against Yuri’s eyes and at that moment, they both fell.

Yuri tumbled over the rail to agony filled promise of hard Earth grounds and her mouth open to let out a silent scream as they toppled to the group in sickening slow speed. She couldn’t close her eyes and felt her hot tears float to the sky. Then she saw it; a sudden blinding light that wasn’t like any other artificial, man-made entity.

“I’ll let you be the angel who makes the devil repents.”

There was a slight breeze. She could feel it tickle the strands of her hair. Who opened the window? The bed underneath her felt softer, almost like it was flexing under her weight. The breeze was a little more pronounced now too and she could feel the goose bumps on her arms start to rise. Birds tweet somewhere to the right. It sounded like it was in the room with her. She fought the urge to open her eyes and look for it. The air felt cleaner and nicer. Gone was the smell of burning wicks from the car fumes and sterile of hospital.

Then she felt an arm wrapped around her waist. Huh? Oh, it might be Katie or Anne or Alex or…wait she was in a hospital with Katie. Then she fell off the balcony. Was she in heaven? Is this what death was??

Shall we follow this ray of sunlight that shines itself to the inhabitants below? All right, but very carefully…

The Phantomhive manor is located in a mist-covered forest on the outskirts of London. Vast expanses of land contain the gargantuan building. A long stairway leads to the manor, outlined by a great quantity of bushes and trees. In addition, ruins and a rubble of stone border the area.

A huge fountain is established at the entrance of the tall manor. The building consists of a substantial amount of stories, in which each story upholds numerous rooms. The various rooms are furnished with elegant, luxurious furniture, and the Phantomhive household’s possessions and belongings.

The distinguished Noble family of Phantomhive’s morning event is..started off with early tea.

“Young Master, it’s time to wake up now”. Gentle clacking noise of tea cups being lifted from its silver, wheeled trays break through the curtained, quiet chamber, soon followed by onomatopoeia of lovely aroma tea being poured into dainty china.

“Today’s breakfast of poached salmon and mint salad has been prepared. Side dishes of toast, scones and campagne have been baked.” The handsome butler announced, lifting the silver dorm that covered the luxurious ambrosia, “Which one would you like?” Sebastian asked.

“…The scone…” Ciel drawled, slightly groaning as Sebastian drew the curtain to let in the sun light. Ciel flinched as he snuggled deeper into the bed. His arms found something to wrap around, soft and warm. He was answered with a feminine groan and snuggled deeper into him.

Swish—

Sebastian had pulled the cover up when he spotted long black strands leaking from the bed — after all what kind of butler will he be if he cannot notice a mere intruder in his Master’s bed. At the discovery, he could only let out an amused look.

Ciel turned around, startled at sudden movement at his sudden, ambiguous action by Sebastian before following his butler’s gaze and landed onto another figure in his bed.

The head of Phantomhive let out undignified yell, scrambling away from a woman who was currently occupying his bed wearing loose yet heavy looking grey muff and sheer black tights plastered to her legs. In her arms held a bag with intriguing design, with words “Paul’s Boutique” written onto the pink and black leather.

The pair noted her ethnicity as of Asian descendent like Lau, and Ciel grabbed his gun he always had beneath his pillow and slowly backed away until he was within a safe distance.

“Wake her up.” He coldly ordered, “How did she get in here? It is your job to make sure nothing like this happens!”

Sebastian frowned, confusion apparent in his countenance, “My apologies. I made sure no intruders could penetrate into the manor or your chamber.” The butler bent over just so slightly, reaching out with his long arm to give the slumbering girl a firm shake.

“I don’t have school…”

“I apologise for intruding your sleep, Ms., but how did you get into this room?”

Her eyes snapped open, blinking several times to make out the black bob in front of her face and she scrambled out of the bed in undignifying fashion as soon as she realise the pointed gun barrel. Instinctively, she backed away until she hit the wall all the while with both her hands up in surrender, “W-wait..d-don’t shoot.”

She didn’t have the time to look around the ornate room nor the person at the end of the weapon. Her eyes were glued onto the barrel with paralysing fear.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” Ciel demanded in ruthless tone.

She refused to meet his eyes, although from the sound of his androgynous voice that was yet a man, she knew he was young.

“I-I don’t know! I-I mean I was at the hospital and I saw someone about to jump at the balcony and I tried to help her but she jumped and I went over and I’m..dead…” She ended the last word in whisper.

She heard the bang before she saw the muzzle light flashing as he aimed at the wall few inches away from her. Yuri twisted her neck to the side so quickly she’d have whiplash to avoid the bullet.

“I shall ask you again; who are you and how did you get in here? Who sent you?”

Yuri was frozen, her heart hammering painfully against her rib and felt her hair rise at the back of her neck.

“I..I..” She swallowed, feeling the tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, “M-My name is Yuri Park…I-I swear to God I’m telling you the truth; I-I was at the hospital and swear I fell off the rail – I swear, no one sent me! I don’t know how I got here! I’m sorry! Please believe me!” She was begging, tears freely flowing down her face as she attempted to make herself small before burying her face into her knees she brought up. She sniffed her sobs as her entire body convulsed with tremor with the effort to supress her wail.

“Young Master,” The older man spoke after several minutes of silence, “As bizarre as it may be, perhaps she is telling the truth?”

Ciel narrowed his eyes, searching for any traits of deception. It was hard to without looking properly at her face and reluctantly lowered his gun to his side, the safety unlocked.

“Search her bag.”

Sebastian wordlessly picked up the bag that had fallen on the floor when she proceeded to jump out of the bed and shook the objects onto the floor for his master to see. Various objects came pouring out of the said bag, most of which puzzled the pair further. The girl had still not looked up from her knee, as she sniffed silently.

“No weapons.” Sebastian confirmed, although he was fascinated by a medium sized white rectangular object with black screen compassing the majority of the shape.

“What is this?” The demon asked to the girl, and it took moment for her to lift her face from her arms.

Hiccuping in fright, she managed to ask, “Y-you mean my phone?” The man seemed surprised at her answer.

“Please don’t k-kill me; I promise, I won’t tell anyone. I’ll forget everything I saw; please let me go.” She mumbled pleadingly.

“Master?” He referred to the boy, still on the bed.

“You say you do not know how you came to be here, yes?” She noted aristocratic, clipped and controlled accent – a subtle but profound evidence of his social standing. The way he worded the phrases sounded almost unnatural. It was almost like hearing the Queen's annual speech.

She frantically nodded her head.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing her, “Tell me, where do you come from then?”

Yuri was confused by the question, did he wanted her address? The country of birth?

“Um…I-I live in the Surrey…I-I live in New Malden…” She didn’t know what else to say, “It’s about 30 minutes by train to Waterloo.” She explained, “It’s near Wimbledon!”

“Wrong. It takes more than half an hour.” He raised his gun as if it affirmed of her lies.

“I-It’s true! It takes 30 minutes with National Rail!”

He frowned, “I have not heard of such company.”

Yuri was so confused, no that was an understatement; she was literally lost. It was obvious there was a bit of misunderstanding of what they know of the place. He looked familiar now that she had the time to look at him properly.

She blinked, no way. There was absolutely no way in hell. It couldn’t be…

“M-may I ask for your name?” Yuri ventured.

“Ciel Phantomhive, the present head of Phantomhive household.”

It felt as someone knocked the air out of her stomach in a cruel attempted prank. She let out a huffed laugh, unable to find word for the situation she was in.

“You can’t be…” She spoke unconsciously, earning a narrowed glare from the said Earl.

“I am quite sure I am who I am.”

“What year is this?” As idiotic as it sounded and she was sure it was judging from how they were looking at each other before back to her.

“1887.”

She didn’t speak for a long time until she stretched out her arm and opened her palm, “Can I have my phone?”

Sebastian handed her the white contraception.

She swiped the screen and clicked call button before dialling ‘mamu’. She held it against her ear, hoping even a single dial tone would be heard.

Nothing—

It automatically hung up and her hand limply fell to her laps, landing on the background picture of her and her friends for several moments until screen blanked into black abyss as if the battery has died. Only it wasn’t because she checked right before it shut off, the battery had a good 50% left.

It’s something that shouldn’t exist…

Yuri felt the air between them growing thicker, her trepidation mixed with their impatience and irritation.

“Will you believe me if I said I’m from the future?” She asked with hopeless tone. She left out the fact that she was in some fictional domain and that they were just drawings in the paper whose futures and actions were pre-determined.

“I’m considering it, yes.” Ciel revealed, if a demon existed, why not time travelling?

She looked up at him from the ground, ignoring the aching protests from her back and bottoms, “…What are you going to do?”

“It depends on what you know.” Ciel warned, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his full lip.

“…A-and if it’s something useful?”

Now he gave her his fully unconcealed smirk, jerking his head up to reveal both his eyes and she saw the one inked with demonic contract which his bangs had managed to hid until now.

Yuri swallowed her thick, dry saliva she hadn’t noticed had pooled inside her mouth.

“Sebastian, prepare some tea for our ‘guest’.”

The demon smiled and bowed, “Of course, master.”

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