𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙

Romeo and Juliet

The lockets on the golden chains sparkled and jingled as Sebastian held up the mourning jewelry. Their frames and engravings made shivers run through Y/N's spine. She remembered a time when she would sit by the Undertaker and run her fingers over the gold lockets. She would be mesmerized by the flowers and frames molded around the amulets, each of which were for a different angel. Time after time again she would ask the Undertaker to tell her everything about the lockets, and every time he would dance around and avoid telling her anything about the beautiful jewelry. And now, the jangle of the metal made her stomach turn and twist.

"That's the Undertaker's chain of mourning lockets," Ciel exclaimed once he too realized what Sebastian was holding up. After all, it was Ciel who had managed to snatch the chain off of the Undertaker's hip when the Campania was beginning to sink.

"Why are you looking into those old things?" Y/N muttered as she turned away from Sebastian and looked out the window instead. Seeing those lockets was causing the acidic taste of bile to rise in her throat.

"I thought it might yield some clues about him and his whereabouts, so I was doing a little research," Sebastian explained to the nobles as he held up the locket that sat in the center of the chain. "The date of death inscribed upon each locket..." Sebastian tapped on the top of the locket's face to a tiny date that included a day, month and year. Y/N reluctantly turned around and looked over the locket with Ciel. This locket's death date was April 20th, 1854. Also on the locket's front was the deceased's name, this locket belonging to an Alex, and a lock of the dead's hair was held preserved inside. "Its place of manufacture indicated by the Hallmark on the back..." Sebastian flipped over the locket to reveal a group of five engraved symbols on the back that indicated the quality of the metal, the metla's purity, and the place of the locket's manufacture. "And the death records of all England kept on file at the General Register Office at Somerset House. I compared those pieces of information."

Y/N thought for a moment while Sebastian reached into his coat to pull out several files on the people whom these lockets appeared to have been made for. "Did you find one for her?"Y/N reluctantly asked, afraid of the answer she might hear.

"Oddly enough, I did not," Sebastian admitted as he passed the files over to Ciel. "However, if a locket was made to commemorate Briar Harris," Y/N visibly tensed when her name was said, "it would be more likely for her husband to have owned it and been buried with it."

"But then, could the Undertaker not simply rob his grave?" Ciel pointed out as he took the files from his butler.

"I believe that would not have been necessary," Sebastian trailed off.

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Because he already possessed the genuine article..." She muttered, feeling sick to her stomach. "He already had the corpse in his possession with the full intention of bringing her back to life. What is the point in having mourning jewelry for someone who is alive?"

Ciel sighed and nodded a bit as he looked over the files. "That is fair, I suppose. These are the death certificates of the seven locket owners?" Ciel asked as he glanced over the papers.

"Yes, young Master. My investigation did not uncover any commonalities, but..." Sebastian trailed off as Ciel flipped through the certificates. "One name among them disturbs me," the demon admitted.

And no sooner than he did, did Ciel's eye grow as large as a saucer and his skin somehow drained of what little color it possessed. "This is..." The Earl shuttered as his hand trembled.

Y/N glanced over and read the print. "Cloudia Phantomhive?" Y/N felt that familiar feeling of ice prick at her fingertips and her own palms became clammy with cold sweat.