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Black Butler: Mz Hyde and Company Prologue

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Prologue

       A/N: A little heads up you guys. This story will NOT be an "X Reader" thing. I've planned on using my own personal characters that will appear throughout my story. I'm sorry if that displeases you, but it's my fanfiction. Please try to show some respect because I would really like for you guys to simple enjoy it and not hate on me. I'd really appreciate it! Thanks!
    


     “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”

                              ~ Edgar Allan Poe

           
        The soft moan of the winter breeze whispered through the bare and lifeless tree limbs as the choir of crickets chirping echoed into the night. As a few thick, grey clouds dotted the moonless sky, millions of stars strained to cast a soft glimmer of light upon the barren forest grounds. It was like any other night here on the farthest outskirts of London, England. Nothing but peace settled throughout the lands; especially where a massively prestigious stone manor lay nestled on a large plot of nicely, manicured lawn. A sense of ease almost filled the atmosphere; however, that was suddenly shattered when the soft patter of footsteps broke into the blissful night. A sea of dead leaves barely crumbled underneath the light touch of running feet as darkly dressed figure galloped with near angelic grace past row upon row of lifeless trees. A sliver of foreboding oozed from the shadows, like the strands of a spider’s web, that trailed behind the hooded being that was swiftly approaching in the direction of the sleeping manor. Little did our troublemaker know that on this night the paths that separated destiny and fate would collide into a wall of thick, black thorns.



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            The sound of the old grandfather clock chiming twelve times (a signal that was meant to mean twelve at night) echoed throughout the empty corridors of the slumbering mansion. All of the estates residents were sound asleep. Well- all except for a lone butler strolling with a single wax candle in tow down a dark and lonely hallway. His polished shoes barely emanated a single noise down the winding corridor; almost as if he were floating on thin air. His steady gaze flickered every now and then to check for any sign of imperfections. So far nothing was out of place.    “Perfect”, He muttered in a pleased tone. Everything was absolutely perfect.  But when a shadow darted from his peripheral vision he froze. The Butler remained in his frozen state for a mere second or two when he caught sight of the moving shadow again; clearly realizing that what he had seen previously was not something of his imagination. He could feel his muscle clench tightly underneath his skin as he dropped to a crouch and slowly crawled to the nearest window to see what sort of disturbance this "thing" had up in its sleeve. For several heartbeats the butler couldn't see anything and he nearly admitted to himself that maybe it could have been nothing more but the branches of a tree swaying to the chilling winter breeze or possibly a wild animal seeking shelter.  However, when the Butler caught sight of a black mass practically hovering beneath his Lord’s window the Butler quickly dismissed his previously naive thoughts. Without a moment’s hesitation the servant sprang into action by silently opening the nearest window and jumped effortlessly before making his way towards the threat that had dared trespass onto his Master’s land.

   
    
      With unnatural grace the Butler stalked his prey from a short distance; preparing the best strategy that would take down this unwanted nuisance. By now the Butler was use to nightly intruders; now having the experience he needed to protect his new Master against things that, obviously, did not belong. His Master was a popular figure, you see, who had countless enemies that wanted nothing more than to have his delicate head served on a silver platter. But like the loyal servant that this man was, he promised that not a single hair would be harmed on his Master’s precious scalp.  There was absolutely no excuse nor was there any chance of forgiveness for errors. If he were to be unsuccessful in his mission of capturing this cloaked assassin then all would be lost- forever. And that was simply unacceptable! Carefully the brave man crept ever so slowly towards his prey. From what he could tell this person was either a young man (in his late 20's the Butler presumed) or a very skinny kid (late teenage years if that were the case).           ‘This should be easy,’ He thought to himself. However, just before he was within grasping distance, the cloaked figure dashed to the right and into the shadows without so much as making a whisper of a sound. Momentarily the Butler gaped in surprise as his eyes barely had the chance to make out the assassin’s quickly retreating form. And for a solid moment the man thought that maybe he had somehow scared off the intruder, but that theory was tossed aside from what happened next. He watched as the mysterious intruder jumped onto a nearby tree branch with barley any effort only to suddenly fly through the air a second later! In awe the Butler watched in an astonished trance as the intruder glided like a black raven underneath the starlit sky. Before anyone could have a chance to stop him, the stranger was able to safely land on an outside window ledge with a near catlike grace until he (quietly might I add) managed to skillfully unlock it from the outside; sliding indoors with ease. Again the butler stared in awe at what he had just witnessed. Clearly this was no ordinary human being, but a rather skilled and well trained one at best. Maybe they could be a bit of a "challenge" of some sort as well. He felt an unintentional smirk tug at his lips, “Interesting....”



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            Making sure that the window was secure once more, the hooded assassin made a bee-line towards, one of many, nicely polished wooden doors. The place was completely silent which was a small bonus for the hunter. Why, might you be asking? Well this meant that no one was either awake or near by to make things problematic for tonight's kill. Thanks to the assassin's extremely perfect vision, the unwanted guest  was able to store away a lot of unnecessary details that, if needed, could help them make this kill ten times more easier. After a quick surveillance our little assassin soon found the door that would lead them to their assigned victim. The door itself was a deep mahogany that was smoothed to the touch; almost as if the wood was made from the finest of silks. The frame itself nearly sparkled with it's pearly white paint. Even without the aid of the moon the intruder could tell that the brass doorknob had been polished to a glistening shine.     “Wow! They even polish the doorknobs here! Heh…. How pathetic can this person be?”, was what hissed past the soon-to-be-murder’s teeth. No longer wanting to wait the assassin made a quick entrance into the designated room; followed by closing the door as quietly as possible. As the soft sound of the door clicking, our murderer went about to see their new surroundings. The room was rather large with many antique furniture and knickknacks decorating the space. For a brief moment the person paused as they admired the room. However our unwanted gust shook their head before returning to their task. Casting a brief glance from over their shoulder, the assassin reaches for the harness that was securely strapped around the waist only to retrieve a dagger from its leather holster a heartbeat later. Holding the weapon in a firm grip the troublemaker stalks toward that Lord and Master of the mansion. Every muscle was coiled; ready to pounce on the unexpected prey.

           
    
     Upon closer inspection, the assigned target appeared to be a young man. No scratch that- a young child.... His hair was an unusually light shade of black, almost like it was giving of a blueish hue to it. His round face was looking in the direction of our assassin; giving us a clearly obvious view that indicated that the boy was wearing an eye patch over one of his eyes. When the hooded figure got even closer a faint hint of lavender and mint floated off from his slightly porcelain white skin. This boy appeared to be having a peaceful slumber; completely unaware of the fate that waited for him in the waking world. And because of this the hunter froze.  The boy was absolutely adorable!  He didn't look no more older then ten or possibly eleven years old. 
His appearance reminded them of someone that no longer existed- at least not of this world. This child looked purely innocent.... 

  “So how is it possible that he’s the Earl of this estate?” muttered the assassin, clearly puzzled.

           
   
      “How indeed”, replied a deep British voice. Before our hunter could attack, ever so slowly darkness filled the room only to be swept away by the black sea of unconsciousness. 


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            Pit pat Pit pat… Pit pat Pit pat…… The gentle echo of bare feet bounced off of the walls of the slightly vacant hallways.  A few weak rays of dawn filled the space as the tiny footsteps marched their way further down into the maze like manor. Ciel Phantomhive, the Lord and Master of the Phantomhive estate, walked with his tiny head held high as he started to approach a dark wooden door at the end of the long corridor.  The door itself was being guarded by two massive murals; one belonged to a handsome man with grayish black hair dressed in a charming tailored suit while the other shown a lovely young woman with silky blond hair as it cascaded over a shimmering white and golden gown. The faces gazed into nothingness yet appeared as if they were looking for something in the distance. Once the young Lord approached he began to turn the silver doorknob; however, a creaking noise groaned from behind. Freezing in place our young Lord hesitated for a brief moment only to being knocking on the door's polished surface. Seconds later a tall man with raven black hair popped his head out to see who was summoning him. His gaze dropped down to see that it was Ciel waiting for him.  

   
     “Oh young Master! It’s only you.” Greeted the black haired butler. His black tail coat was missing leaving his white crisped shirt and midnight black vest exposed to the weak lights. He wasn't wearing his white gloves as he normally does as well, that was until he produced them from his back pant's pocket; returning them back to their usual place on his pale white hands. His slender fingers worked their way into the finely made fabric. With one last tug the young servant was finally able to fix his gloves back onto his hands. 

 
   
    “Sebastian, have you finished with your interrogation yet?” replied Ciel in his usual commanding tone. The boy had yet to change into his daily attire, leaving him to walk around the cold house still dressed in his night clothes. His hair was a slight tousled; obvious signs that he had been sleeping but a mere few moments ago. His one good eye glittered like deepest depths of the sea. 

   

     “Indeed my Lord. However it wasn't as easy as I had previously thought.” Sebastian slipped away from his position behind the door and closed it behind him, but not before retrieving his coat and slipping it back on once more.  His wine red eyes glowed with a pinch of mischief as he went to scoop up the young boy into his long arms. Ciel didn't even protest as his butler wrapped one of arms his under the child’s legs whilst the other held his waist firmly. Ciel nonchalantly threw one of his own arms over his butler's shoulders while he tried to comb a few annoying knots that had somehow magically appear. 

    
    “What do you mean Sebastian?” puzzled the boy. His good eye glowed with peeked curiosity, almost like a shimmering blue diamond. Sebastian couldn't help but smirk down at his young master. Even though he was the Earl and the Queen’s “Guard Dog” his childish demeanor tended to be amusing at times. Some might even call it..... "cute".

   
    “It seems that our unwanted guest has quit the strong spirit. Getting the information that we needed was a bit difficult. But I do know one thing that is certain.”

  

      “Oh? And what would that be?” Ceil frowned slightly. By now the sun had risen from his slumber. Sunlight had began to gain its strength thus sending even purer rays of light into the once dark and dreary manor.

 

       “Our attacker has nothing to do with what you are seeking for, I’m afraid. Nor does it have anything to do with our contract.” His voice revealing nothing.

   

     Ciel soaked in this information in silence until the moment when he and Sebastian arrived back to his room. The sun had now completely poked its head out from the horizon; letting the refreshing bright rays of light into the somewhat bleak atmospheric space. When the butler set his master down onto his bed, he began to start his daily routine. He prepared the Lord’s morning tea (Earl Grey served with a choice of scones filled with a wide assortment of berries), gave him his daily paper (the Funtom company has been increasing  their revenues lately which was bringing in a heft fortune from the sales), and lastly dressing him in his daily attire before securing a black eye patch over one of the boy’s eyes.                 “If what you say is true then what use do we have with this person anymore?” Ciel muttered in a bored sigh. The young boy took one last sip of his tea as his butler patiently waited to clean up the remaining mess. 

    


    “What would you have me do My Lord?” Sebastian tilted his head to the side as he pondered what this little child had in mind.  Again silence was prominent- that is until Ciel gave his butler a mischievous grin.




    “That’s simple Sebastian. I want you to show our guest the best hospitality the Phantomhive manor has to offer.”

Hey guys! :D
    So I decided to write a fanfiction based on the popular series Kuroshitsuji aka: Black Butler. It's a rewritten version of a story (similarly titled) that I had posted some time last year. It involves my own personal characters as well as the familiar ones that we all love and cherish. So that means that this is NOT an "xreader" story!!! I'm sorry if that displeases you guys, but I thought it would be more original if I did things that way. Please don't hate on me! Any way I hope you guys like my story! I want to apologize if there are any errors or anything. I'm trying my best here.  Thanks so much! I hope you like it!

Black Butler (C) Yana Toboso :heart:
Original charatcers (C) TheChibiFoxCub
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I was literally just on your page, wondering when you'd upload something again XD