Kuroshitsuji: A tale of evil

Goodbye.........Forever

After hours of nonstop consulting and gathering, Clarith and Lent finally found the records they were looking for. Their records.
"Clarith Soliel Phantomhive. Born February 14th, 1761. Died December 14th, 1775. Cause of death, decapitation of head. Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah. More Blah. Ah! Buried in the London Memorial Cemetary! One done! Next file!" Clarith asked Lent, who immediately handed her the next file. "Alright. Lent Orcus Phantomhive. Born February 14th, 1761. Died December 14th, 1775. Cause of death, impaled by a sharp object. Skipping over. Here! Also buried in the London Memorial Cemetary! Lent, what time is it?!?"

"Calm down Milady. It is 5 o'clock."

"We shall depart at 8!"

"Are you sure your up to it, Milady?"

"Of course!"

"Okay. Now if you excuse me, I have dinner to attend to."

"Okay." Lent then left, leaving Clarith in a hep of files. Clarith, not wanting to be alone for to long, went off in search of Ciel. But she soon gave up on her search and instead headed outside. There, she ran into a boy with short blonde hair who was happily working away.

"Oh why, good afternoon! Who may you be?"
The boy asked Clarith.

"Oh good afternoon. I'm Clarith Soliel Phantomhive. And you?"

"I'm the gardener of the manor, Finnian. I don't recall ever hearing about you from the young master."

"Oh really? Is that so? Well, I surely do hate to cut our meeting short, but it looks like you have a lot of work to get done before the sun goes down."

"Ah yes. Quite sorry miss. It was nice meeting you!" Finnian waved as Clarith made her way to the gardens. Once in the center, she twirled around, admiring the winter beauty.

"Oh how pure and lovely the snow is. Always white despite the peoples hate." Clarith absolutely loved white. It reminded her of strength and her beginning. And her end. It gave her a sense of forgiveness. Forgiveness for her sins. There was no color she loved more than white. Although she did fancy black and blue. White for your beginning and redemption, blue for the tears you'll cry, and black for your sins and end. That's how Clarith thought of it.

"Milady! Your dinner is ready!" Lent yelled from the window facing the garden.

"I'm coming!" Clarith replied as she picked up her skirt and ran her way into the manor. Once there, she was welcomed by Lent waiting to escort her to the dining room.

"For dinner we have orange and cinnamon glazed duck with a yam purée and sautéed greenbeans. For dessert, well, how about we leave that a surprise?" Lent teased, chuckling under his breath.

"Hmph." Clarith sat down in a chair which Lent had pulled out for her.

Dinner passed swiftly and 8 o'clock slowly crept upon the twins. Finally, the grandfather stroke 8. Clarith and Lent snuck out of the manor and headed towards the stables. Once there, they tacked up two of the horses and set off to their destination. After a long ride, they finally arrived at their destination. They dismounted their horses and tied them up at the entrance of the cemetery. They walked around until the stood right in front of their own graves. "Are you sure we should do this?" Lent asked Clarith.

"Do you want your body back or what?" Clarith replied saracasticly.

"Alright, here goes nothing!" Lent forced the shovel into the cold earth. He started at his headstone that contained Clarith body. It had been left untouched for a century, waiting to reveal the secrets of time and past. Finally, Lent heard and felt a thud. He knelt down and started wiping dirt off of the coffin. "Here, grab a side." Lent called to Clarith. With one on each side, the twins managed to lift the coffin out of the ground. Clarith grabbed the shovel from the ground and shoved it into a crack between the lid and the coffin. The lid bursted off, exposing the rotting corpse of Clarith Phantomhive. "Hey, Clarith, what is this?" Lent leaned into the coffin and pulled out an urn-like marble container.

Clarith grabbed it from Lent and looked it over thoroughly. "I've never seen it before.........oh! It has writing on it. It says '14 years ago, the bells rang to greet us into this world that hated and despised us, and now we have left this world with the bells bidding us farewell. Forever now we will worry not of the people's hate to tear us apart, for now we are together, hand and hand, til the very end. Lent Ocrus Phantomhive. February 14th, 1761 - December 14th 1775.' Lent.....I..it's your urn!" Clarith began to burst into tears. "Now we'll never be together! We can't revive ashes! Oh, Lent!"

"Calm down Clarith. Everything will be alright. As long as your body is fixable, I'm okay. Your life means more to me then mine. It has always been that way. Ever since the very beginning. So Clarith, I promise you, no matter what happens, you will always be alright."

With that said, Lent's body shrunk to it's original size as a doll. All of a sudden, a light began to emanate from Clarith's body, undoing time's effects. Finally, her looked as though a day never passed by. Now Clarith herself left the doll vessel and into her own. She stood up from the coffin but immediately fell upon Lent's grave, where then she passed out. Suddenly, the sky began to shed snowflakes down upon the heart wrenching scene. A dug up grave, a young girl fast asleep on her brother's grave and two dolls scattered in the snow. Clarith didn't wake up til' morning.