~2 Years Later~
The howling wind and pattering of rain on the window calmed my nerves as I sat down on the wooden stool of the bakery. Handling my tea carefully, I gave an exasperated sigh. "Why do people have to be such twats?" I growled as I sipped a bit of my mildly scalding tea. I had just recently acquired a job at a tailoring shop only a few kilometers from my little house.
Though the job paid a many 30 sterling pounds a day, the people who come around are complete twats. A plump middle aged woman came up to the counter, asking if I can do a tailoring for free. I refused and she started to call me a 'disgraceful child' Ha! I've had worse. But, only one pair of people actually had some intelligence, coming into the shop. 1 man, one standing high, black suit, red eyes and had a smirk that never withered away. Another, short, navy blue clothing that was mighty fancy, eye patch, emotionless navy eyes and a little pout. They both looked very familiar in my mind but I was never able to figure it out. All I remembered was a doll. Made by some toy company.
"Augh!!! Why can't I remember!?" I scream, my voice bouncing off the walls of the little bakery. Another sigh left my mouth. I looked down at my teacup, holding it, and noticing that it was cold. "Well, nothing else to do here..." I frown and stand up slowly. Leaving a 5 pound tip, I strutted out of the bakery. As I stepped outside, the strong smell of dust and the sound of yelling greeted me outside. Typical. The sound of the rugged streets sounded in my ears in monotone. Going over the hill, I saw my little place I called home. 2 level, dark stained windows, green, colorful yard, it was beautiful. But inside, it has many secrets that were stored.
A smile curled my lips at I opened the door, letting myself into the little house. Closing the door, I look around to see my living space. I walked upstairs to my master bedroom to change from my formal attire to my night gown. (A/N: They can be any color you desire!:D) I then went to the kitchen to fetch myself another cup of tea, y'know, for the other cup I couldn't finish. Setting my kettle on the wood burning stove, I stepped outside to relax. Right when I stepped on the porch, a little doll caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks and picked it up from the little wooden table. A grin made it's way to my face as I admired the doll. Sitting down, I remembered the doll and all of it's stories.
Flashback...
"Mother! Mother!" I giggled, running to her. "Y/N!" she laughed and put me into her warm embrace. I giggled again, now with a warmer smile. "Look what I got you! Isn't it a beauty?" Mother spoke with a soft voice, holding up the little doll. I stood there, shocked and after, hugged the doll as hard as possible. "I love it, mother! I love you!" I smile.
"I love you too ,Y/N"
Tears filled my eyes. My real mother... The memories... All gone. Yet I still can't remember the manufacturer... Oops... I put the doll down and sigh. Standing up, a hand covers my mouth and pulls me back. "Hello, milady. I am Ciel Phantomhive. Earl of the Phantomhive generation. Now, you will be with us now... Say goodbye to your regular life, Y/N..." A familiar voice whispers. My eyes widened as I thought of something.
Phantom...
Phantom...
Funtomhive...
Wait...
Oh...
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All Just Fun and Games Till Someone Gets Hurt
Fanfiction(Sebastian Michealis X Reader X Ciel Phantomhive) A girl named Y/n L/n was struck with a hard life. Her parents kicked her out, nobody would except her, and was left alone, to die. But with all the things she has gone through, she was still staying...
