Parasol: Kuroshitsuji .Chapter One.
I'm coming, my friend, after the moon. I'm humming, no end; I'll be arriving soon.
It was everywhere. The walls were muck, the counters and tables were burnt, the air was thick of almost unbreathable wastes. A blowtorch lied across the floor, almost ten feet away from the oven. "Oh no," the chef almost squeaked. "Oh, no, no, no... I can't belive I just ruined i-i-it!" Bard sobbed like a big baby, knowing he would be recieving a punishment as soon as this was all discovered.
Shimmering glass stretched across the floor, glistening under the sunlight coming through a window. A plate here, a bowl there, and my, the china was everywhere! A pair of crooked glasses lead to a crooked face, surrounded by red hair. " ....!" She twitched her leg, but had no attempt to sit up after this. Oh no, she wouldn't dare, especially when she knows he heard it. " ...I'm done for." Mey-Rin whispered.
Fresh air met rays of sun; what a beautiful day it was! The dirt could
Parasol: Kuroshitsuji .Prologue.
Forty-eight kills in a town nearby. Nobody knows, and no one survives. A mystery this be, not a sound for me, but who will uncover the secrets and lies?
" My Lord, there are letters. They deem to be important, I presume," with a platter in hand, the charming butler gently places the messages in front of his master, Ciel Phantomhive. The boy eyed the envelopes suspiciously, but without a doubt, he reached for the first one. With a quick slice through the fancy gold stamp, the note read:
To My Dear Phantomhive,
Oh, how terrible this be! Someone has slain one of my villages! I hear that everyone is gone, and no one has a clue of who would or could do such a thing. Could you bare the burden of investigating this horrible mess? It would do me the honor if someone could throw this criminal into a cage for a very long time.
With blessings, The Queen
Even when he blinked in shock, Ciel kept a vague expression. Sebastian shifted on the right side