How They Died (Black Butler Backstories)

He is a Woman

A/N: These stories are about SUICIDE as all reapers have died in this fashion. Thus, if you aren't okay with SUICIDE please refrain from reading. This is your only trigger warning for these one-shots.

The Yoshiwara district had never been a friend to anyone. It was simply a place built entirely for the pleasure of men. There weren't just prostitutes here, there were various other methods of pleasure as well. It was the enemy of women and man's greatest invention. In this civilization lived a red-headed male perfect for being a prostitute but instead he was a geisha. He was a performer for fellow men, a dancer, a hostess. He was forbidden to have sexual interactions due to the fact that he was indeed a male at birth.

After being sold into this life at a young age, he knew absolutely nothing different. He longed for another type of living but unfortunately he couldn't attain such a thing. He'd already been dirtied by this lifestyle, this place, to even dream of something else. So, he continued his job. He continued to do the only thing he ever knew how to do: be a woman.

His hair was long and overflowing. It was a brilliant red that matched the crimson of blood. He felt it fitting that he worked in a red-light district. His hair was always complemented by the atmosphere here. The underlying murderous intent from the women. The even crueler bloodlust from the men. He found comfort in knowing that he was neither a man nor a woman. He was simply himself, the only thing he could be. His teeth were oddly sharp in nature and people were often reminded of a shark when looking at him. He hated this notion. Often times he would hide behind a fan or ensure that his mouth was closed. He wanted beautiful teeth, like everyone else, but he couldn't attain them. So, he closed his mouth and hid behind a fan.

He stood now, in traditional geisha garb, before a group of men that were drinking drinks poured to them by fellow courtesans. The music played and the dance was performed. It was like every other night of his life. The same old same old. However, on this one night in particular, the full moon rested perfectly on a male that didn't seem interested in the nature of the room around him. He wasn't looking at the courtesan pouring him his drink. He wasn't trying to flirt with the prostitutes in the street. He was simply looking at the dancing figure before him, intently at that. Never before had this particular geisha blushed in his entire life. He was thankful for the layered makeup that hid this fact and continued his routine. When he finished, and bowed, his (now drunk) retainer seemed to forget that he wasn't a woman by birth.

"That right there gentlemen is the best woman we have," he snickered, "how much are you willing to pay to defile the undefiled tonight? I'll overlook it this time."

As if it were an auction, which it kind of was, prices went out left and right. He stood there, face behind his fan, frantically pleading that this was all just an elaborate joke. He had never pleased a man before and certainly didn't think that he needed to in his lifetime. He figured that because he was born male at birth that gave him a bit of protection. He was poorly mistaken.

"One-hundred million," a voice rang out that sent the others into a pin-drop silence. The same male that was graced by the moonlight had suggested this insane amount.

"At that rate you might as well buy the woman from me," the male laughed and slapped his knee. "I think we have found our winner," he gestured that the geisha lead him out of the room and into another. He had no choice but to do so. His mind was frantic with anxiety. How could this have happened to him? He should've expected this day to come eventually but the thought had always been pushed to the back of his mind. He didn't want to think about something like this so he had never planned an escape. What should he do? What could he possibly do?

This is a place designed to pleasure men. Why did he think he was safe here? He continued to lead the man down the halls into the room that was designated for them, well, actually, it was just his room. The two were now alone, together, sitting awkwardly across from one another. The red-head stared at the guy before him. He was stern. He looked fierce. There wasn't an ounce of expression on his face. There was nothing to hint at what would happen next. The male closed the gap between them and closed the fan that the other was holding. He snatched it and threw it across the room. This startled the red-head and caused him to flinch.