Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Black Butler: His Butler, Repentant ❯ Chapter 1
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By: AxelIngleson 
Sebastian meets a woman who might be the key to his redemption.
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.01.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 706 | Visits: 355 | Status: Completed
Sebastian meets a woman who might be the key to his redemption.
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.01.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 706 | Visits: 355 | Status: Completed
Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler):
His Butler, Repentant.
(By Axel Ingleson)
Disclaimer: I am not the creator of the Kuroshitsuji series. Nor am I making any money from this story.
Author’s Note: This picks up at the end of the first season and is an alternate universe continuation. Also, words in italics surrounded by tildes are pink-pen entries made by the Grim Reaper into a secret book he keeps around for rare emergencies.
-Chapter 01-
It was over. Nothing remained. And for the first time in his existence, the demon known as Sebastian Michaelis to those he had served and served with felt an ache in what he had come to think of as his heart.
He wondered at it. He had never before experienced such a thing. It marvelled him that he should experience guilt over the simple execution of a contract. Demonic contracts were made and carried out more often than most people cared to think of. Why should this be any different? It wasn’t as if he had betrayed Ciel, after all. This had been what they had agreed upon when they had first met.
~Sebastian Michaelis stood up, realising he was no longer in demonic form. How or when this change had occurred he neither knew or cared. He only knew that he was, for the moment, human…~
Stepping into the boat that waited along the shoreline, Sebastian made his way back to the docks, intending to find the Grim Reaper. It must, he reasoned, been he who had saddled him with this curse called mortality. He would find them and ask why.
~… As Sebastian stepped from the boat and onto the dock, he found himself being drawn to the remains of the mansion where he had proudly served as butler. He was so focused on wondering what he would find there, that he did not notice the woman who was walking toward him until they collided. As he looked at her, Sebastian felt a flutter in his heart which he…
“Stop!” Grell exclaimed, looking over the older Reaper’s shoulder at what he was writing. “How can you do this to me?!”
Grim’s scarred face drew close to Grell’s as he stroked his face. “And here I thought your undying affection had turned to me. No, Grell. I will not stop. Sebastian is our friend, despite everything. I will do what I can to help him amend what has been done.”
“But how will you do that? It’s irrevocable! Isn’t it?” Grell frowned. “And you’re not supposed to use that book. It’s for those in administration only! If they find you’ve got it…”
“We’ll deal with the consequences later…” Grim promised. “For now, just trust me.” He turned his attention back to the page and continued to write…
~…had no familiarity with. Helping the woman to her feet, he was amazed at how right her hand felt clasped in his own.~
“My name is Sebastian Michaelis,” Sebastian introduced himself.
“Veronica,” she replied. “I was raised in an orphanage, so I have no last name to claim as my own.”
“Surely you must have a husband whose name you share?”
“No husband. And I’ve given up looking.”
“But why?” Sebastian asked. “You are both young and attractive. Surely you must have some chance at finding a husband.”
“I’m a poor spinster who has no dowry to offer a potential husband. Who would want a wife such as that?”
“Any man who would judge you based on wealth, deserves neither wealth nor you.” Sebastian found himself saying.
“And what of you?” Veronica asked, her voice somehow both bold and timid. “Have you no wife? No family? You are well-dressed. Surely you must have a wife?”
“I have been in the service of a nobleman for some time, and have had no time for neither trivial dalliances nor true love.” Sebastian replied. It was true enough, though not completely true.
His Butler, Repentant.
(By Axel Ingleson)
Disclaimer: I am not the creator of the Kuroshitsuji series. Nor am I making any money from this story.
Author’s Note: This picks up at the end of the first season and is an alternate universe continuation. Also, words in italics surrounded by tildes are pink-pen entries made by the Grim Reaper into a secret book he keeps around for rare emergencies.
-Chapter 01-
It was over. Nothing remained. And for the first time in his existence, the demon known as Sebastian Michaelis to those he had served and served with felt an ache in what he had come to think of as his heart.
He wondered at it. He had never before experienced such a thing. It marvelled him that he should experience guilt over the simple execution of a contract. Demonic contracts were made and carried out more often than most people cared to think of. Why should this be any different? It wasn’t as if he had betrayed Ciel, after all. This had been what they had agreed upon when they had first met.
~Sebastian Michaelis stood up, realising he was no longer in demonic form. How or when this change had occurred he neither knew or cared. He only knew that he was, for the moment, human…~
Stepping into the boat that waited along the shoreline, Sebastian made his way back to the docks, intending to find the Grim Reaper. It must, he reasoned, been he who had saddled him with this curse called mortality. He would find them and ask why.
~… As Sebastian stepped from the boat and onto the dock, he found himself being drawn to the remains of the mansion where he had proudly served as butler. He was so focused on wondering what he would find there, that he did not notice the woman who was walking toward him until they collided. As he looked at her, Sebastian felt a flutter in his heart which he…
“Stop!” Grell exclaimed, looking over the older Reaper’s shoulder at what he was writing. “How can you do this to me?!”
Grim’s scarred face drew close to Grell’s as he stroked his face. “And here I thought your undying affection had turned to me. No, Grell. I will not stop. Sebastian is our friend, despite everything. I will do what I can to help him amend what has been done.”
“But how will you do that? It’s irrevocable! Isn’t it?” Grell frowned. “And you’re not supposed to use that book. It’s for those in administration only! If they find you’ve got it…”
“We’ll deal with the consequences later…” Grim promised. “For now, just trust me.” He turned his attention back to the page and continued to write…
~…had no familiarity with. Helping the woman to her feet, he was amazed at how right her hand felt clasped in his own.~
“My name is Sebastian Michaelis,” Sebastian introduced himself.
“Veronica,” she replied. “I was raised in an orphanage, so I have no last name to claim as my own.”
“Surely you must have a husband whose name you share?”
“No husband. And I’ve given up looking.”
“But why?” Sebastian asked. “You are both young and attractive. Surely you must have some chance at finding a husband.”
“I’m a poor spinster who has no dowry to offer a potential husband. Who would want a wife such as that?”
“Any man who would judge you based on wealth, deserves neither wealth nor you.” Sebastian found himself saying.
“And what of you?” Veronica asked, her voice somehow both bold and timid. “Have you no wife? No family? You are well-dressed. Surely you must have a wife?”
“I have been in the service of a nobleman for some time, and have had no time for neither trivial dalliances nor true love.” Sebastian replied. It was true enough, though not completely true.