Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction ❯ Black Butler: His Butler, Repentant ❯ Chapter 4
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By: AxelIngleson 
Veronica visits and old friend in hopes of coming to terms with her potential role in Sebastian's future.
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.01.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 236 | Status: Completed
Veronica visits and old friend in hopes of coming to terms with her potential role in Sebastian's future.
Anime/Manga: Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.01.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 236 | 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 04-
As she walked away from the handsome young man whom she had bumped into at the docks, Veronica wondered at the strange turn her once-simple life had taken.
Her parents had died when she had been only four; killed in a carriage accident on their way to a fancy dress party. She couldn’t remember the costumes they had worn. She also didn’t remember much about what had happened. She only remembered clinging to the woman who had been watching her that evening; wishing that she could’ve stayed with her. But that woman had no husband, and very little means of support. Veronica had gone to the orphanage, waving goodbye to her guardian with tears in her eyes.
She had made some friends at the orphanage, but at the age of nineteen, when they had been pushed out to make room for the next generation, she had lost touch with most of them.
She thought hard for a moment, trying to recall those addresses she still had. For the longest time, nothing came to mind. Perhaps it was the shock of learning that the man who had treated her so well was an ex-demon. She didn’t mind the demon part. The bit that worried her most, was that two agents of Death had come along and suggested that she might play a significant part in said ex-demon’s redemption.
~At that moment, the address of her good friend Clover came into her mind.~
With a brief nod to herself at the prospect of visiting her old friend, Veronica turned and made her way through the streets, to the place where she knew she would find her friend.
Clover was in the garden of the small home where she had a room. She was helping her landlady pull up some of the weeds. She had always been fond of gardening, and Veronica had often wondered if her name might have played some part in that fondness.
“Veronica?” she asked, as she placed a handful of weeds in the trash pile. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her hands before trading hugs with the woman she had not seen in nearly six months. “How have you been?”
“Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” Veronica admitted. “You see, there’s this man…”
“Do tell!” Clover laughed excitedly. “Is he rich? Handsome? Don’t keep me in suspense, dear!”
“Well, he’s not rich. But he is handsome. There’s just one thing. I don’t know if I’m up to the task that would be required of me if I married him one day.”
“He’s already asked you to marry him?” Clover blinked.
“No.” Veronica shook her head “But the Reapers suggested that marriage would be in our future.”
“The Reapers?” Clover asked.
“They said that I was the key to Sebastian’s redemption.”
“Sebastian?” Clover asked. “Is that his name?”
“Yes,” Veronica told her. “Sebastian Michaelis.”
“Mrs. Veronica Michaelis,” Clover mused.
“Don’t you start, too!” Veronica had laughed in a tone of scandalized amusement. “I’ve only just met the man.”
“What did you mean his ‘redemption’?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you,” Veronica considered. “You might get the wrong impression. You see as he is right now, he’s really very sweet. There’s this sadness about him, that reminds me of a lost puppy. Its like he’s looking for a new master.”
“As he is right now? As opposed to what? You can trust me, Veronica. Was he a soldier or something?”
Veronica decided that she could trust Clover. They had been best friends almost since they had both been six. If you couldn’t trust someone you’d known that long…
“He’s an ex-demon,” she said, simply.
“An ex-demon looking to repent,” Clover mused for a few minutes. “That’s quite a responsibility to take on. Are you sure you’re up to the task?”
“It doesn’t bother you that he was a demon?” Veronica asked.
“You said he was sorry for the things he’d done in the past, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then let what he was stay in the past. Is he human now?”
“He is,” Veronica replied.
“Then that is what you should focus on,” Clover told her. “When you see him next, tell your Sebastian that you will gladly help him gain his redemption. I’m sure that all will be well.”
“Thank you, Clover,” Veronica smiled, giving her friend another hug.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Clover suggested. “I don’t have much to offer, but I’m curious to learn more about Sebastian.”
“I don’t have much information yet,” Veronica admitted. “But I’d love to stay for dinner. Are you sure you have enough? I don’t wish you to go without on my account.”
“I’ll make do,” Clover smiled.
“Then let me help you with the weeding and the dinner preparation,” Veronica offered.
“Thank you,” Clover agreed, as they turned their attentions to the weeding that still needed to be done.
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 04-
As she walked away from the handsome young man whom she had bumped into at the docks, Veronica wondered at the strange turn her once-simple life had taken.
Her parents had died when she had been only four; killed in a carriage accident on their way to a fancy dress party. She couldn’t remember the costumes they had worn. She also didn’t remember much about what had happened. She only remembered clinging to the woman who had been watching her that evening; wishing that she could’ve stayed with her. But that woman had no husband, and very little means of support. Veronica had gone to the orphanage, waving goodbye to her guardian with tears in her eyes.
She had made some friends at the orphanage, but at the age of nineteen, when they had been pushed out to make room for the next generation, she had lost touch with most of them.
She thought hard for a moment, trying to recall those addresses she still had. For the longest time, nothing came to mind. Perhaps it was the shock of learning that the man who had treated her so well was an ex-demon. She didn’t mind the demon part. The bit that worried her most, was that two agents of Death had come along and suggested that she might play a significant part in said ex-demon’s redemption.
~At that moment, the address of her good friend Clover came into her mind.~
With a brief nod to herself at the prospect of visiting her old friend, Veronica turned and made her way through the streets, to the place where she knew she would find her friend.
Clover was in the garden of the small home where she had a room. She was helping her landlady pull up some of the weeds. She had always been fond of gardening, and Veronica had often wondered if her name might have played some part in that fondness.
“Veronica?” she asked, as she placed a handful of weeds in the trash pile. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her hands before trading hugs with the woman she had not seen in nearly six months. “How have you been?”
“Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about,” Veronica admitted. “You see, there’s this man…”
“Do tell!” Clover laughed excitedly. “Is he rich? Handsome? Don’t keep me in suspense, dear!”
“Well, he’s not rich. But he is handsome. There’s just one thing. I don’t know if I’m up to the task that would be required of me if I married him one day.”
“He’s already asked you to marry him?” Clover blinked.
“No.” Veronica shook her head “But the Reapers suggested that marriage would be in our future.”
“The Reapers?” Clover asked.
“They said that I was the key to Sebastian’s redemption.”
“Sebastian?” Clover asked. “Is that his name?”
“Yes,” Veronica told her. “Sebastian Michaelis.”
“Mrs. Veronica Michaelis,” Clover mused.
“Don’t you start, too!” Veronica had laughed in a tone of scandalized amusement. “I’ve only just met the man.”
“What did you mean his ‘redemption’?”
“I don’t know if I should tell you,” Veronica considered. “You might get the wrong impression. You see as he is right now, he’s really very sweet. There’s this sadness about him, that reminds me of a lost puppy. Its like he’s looking for a new master.”
“As he is right now? As opposed to what? You can trust me, Veronica. Was he a soldier or something?”
Veronica decided that she could trust Clover. They had been best friends almost since they had both been six. If you couldn’t trust someone you’d known that long…
“He’s an ex-demon,” she said, simply.
“An ex-demon looking to repent,” Clover mused for a few minutes. “That’s quite a responsibility to take on. Are you sure you’re up to the task?”
“It doesn’t bother you that he was a demon?” Veronica asked.
“You said he was sorry for the things he’d done in the past, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then let what he was stay in the past. Is he human now?”
“He is,” Veronica replied.
“Then that is what you should focus on,” Clover told her. “When you see him next, tell your Sebastian that you will gladly help him gain his redemption. I’m sure that all will be well.”
“Thank you, Clover,” Veronica smiled, giving her friend another hug.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” Clover suggested. “I don’t have much to offer, but I’m curious to learn more about Sebastian.”
“I don’t have much information yet,” Veronica admitted. “But I’d love to stay for dinner. Are you sure you have enough? I don’t wish you to go without on my account.”
“I’ll make do,” Clover smiled.
“Then let me help you with the weeding and the dinner preparation,” Veronica offered.
“Thank you,” Clover agreed, as they turned their attentions to the weeding that still needed to be done.