From the Depths Within Your Soul [Yandere!Kuroshitsuji x Reader]

Plot Twist [Ronald Knox]

  I noticed her sitting on the bench, reading Wuthering Heights. How beautiful she was. How elegant she looked flipping the crisp pages of the novel.

I was watching her from the rooftop of the building, opposite from where she was sitting. Her hair was so silky, smooth. I wanted it for myself. I wanted everything that was hers for myself.

She placed the book in her purse and stood, soon on her way to wherever she was going. I would follow her there; I had been doing so all day for the past week.

I hadn't talked to her yet, and she doesn't know that I love her so much.

"How do you do, miss?" She looked up at me, a little surprised. I smiled at her, hoping to put her at ease.

She nodded. "I am well. And you, sir?" Her smile was more beautiful than anything in the world. She was gorgeous. I wanted to snatch her now.

"I'm absolutely doing wonderful when I saw you earlier today. I was wondering if you would like to take a little stroll with me. I am in the need of a little company."

She waited for a little while before asking, "What is your name, good sir?"

I, who had forgotten in the midst of her beauty, felt embarrassed. I laughed, lightening the mood a little. "Oh, do forgive me. I am none other than Ronald Knox." I took off my fedora that I was wearing and gave her a gracious bow.

She smiled and stuck out her gloved hand that I eagerly kissed. "Well, you are rather interesting, Mr. Ronald Knox. I'm [Name]. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[Name] was so beautiful. Her smiled was bright, and her poise was beyond anything imaginable. I won't be her acquaintance much longer. Our relationship will be much greater than that beginning level.

We walked for a while, talking about small things that we enjoyed and disliked. I knew that she already worked at an extravagant clothing store for noblewomen, and I knew she took a liking for books. I knew that she was writing a novel of her own in a male pen-name. I knew everything about her.

"Well, what do you like, Mr. Knox?" Her voice was so sweet to the ear. I wanted her to speak only to me.

"Me? I like wine-tasting and social gatherings. I do enjoy dancing and music; I am an excellent dancer, if I do say so myself." I flashed her another award-winning smile. "There's actually an open hall that is now opened for socializing. Would you care to come with me?"

[Name] blushed a little. "Me? Of course I will. I mean, I would gladly accept your offer." She straightened her dress before looking at me with a smile. I bent my elbow, and she placed her arm through it, clutching me closer to her beating heart.

We entered the hall where all of the townsfolk were. Men and women, even small children, gathered here to have a good time. As we stepped closer towards the heart of the crowd, I loosened my grip on [Name]'s arm. Somehow, we managed to lose each other.

And that was perfect, according to my plans.

The entire night, I knew she would go looking for me while trying not to make a big fuss about it. I knew she would become angry and a little saddened when she saw me with another women, a busty and blond one to be exact. I knew she would leave in a rush, stepping angrily out onto the streets.

I expected all of that. All of her emotions, I calculated all of them. I wanted them to go accordingly, and they happened in the exact sequence I wanted.

But, there was something I didn't expect.

As I followed her outside, hoping my final plans would come into gear, it happened.

Her bloody self, on the pavement in front of me, was mangled. A carriage was across the street from [Name]. The driver and horse were both knocked out, and I assumed that they were dead.

I looked at [Name]. God, she was still beautiful when she was dead. Her skin was pasty and turning into a light blue. Her eyes were rolled back, revealing the pure whiteness it hid from me. Her jaw was broken, but it allowed ruby wine to fall out of her mouth.

God, she was prettier in death than in life.

I walked over the the scrambled carriage. The lantern that was there was still alive and was barely hanging above the carriage driver's head. I grabbed it and walked over to [Name].

I caressed her hair, twirling it around my finger. Smiling to myself, I lit it on fire. I watched the flame devour her scalp, and it slowly traveled down her body, eating at her satin skin.

"Oh, [Name]. I thought you ruined my plans, but you made them soooo much better."

The blond woman I was with the night I collected [Name]'s ashes had just gotten out of a really bad beating with a drunken customer. It has been two weeks since [Name]'s death.

I was with her that night, and she followed me into another room. Instead of participating in her profession, I coaxed her into falling into my trap. "If you'd like, we can end this together."

She looked at me with her big blue eyes and plump red lips. "What? End what?" The black and blue splotches were vibrant in the dark, but I also noticed the purple, wet ones on her neck.

"You know, I suffered from a loss as much as you did. I lost my beloved in a freak accident, and it has hurt me ever since."

"How would we? I want it to be peaceful if I do so." The prostitute moved closer to me. Her shredded dress was revealing more with every breath she took.

Disgusting. I'm glad she was going to die anyways tonight. She was on my list.

I held out two black pills. "Cyanide is instant, and it won't hurt you." She reached out and grabbed one.

"I'm glad I'll get to die next to you," she said before eating it.

She collapsed to the floor, not beautiful and bloody like [Name] was.

I ran into William T. Spears while I was heading back. He stopped me.

"You know that you would have committed a crime, yes?"

I shrugged. "Of course. If my plans went accordingly, [Name] would have died earlier and would have been a Grim Reaper with me in the afterlife. She would commit suicide after I hurt her, and we would love each other eternally as Reapers. But, that night, she was on someone else's list."

William moved closer to me and looked out at the distance. "I see. That was your motive the entire time."

I nodded. "Yes, but I did bring a little bit of [Name] with me." I held out a vial of grey powder.

"Urns?" asked William.

"Yes, and I burned her myself. And these," I held up another bottle of cyanide pills. "These are full of cyanide and [Name]'s sweet ashes."

William turned to look at me. "That prostitute you killed. That's what you gave her? That's how she died?"

I nodded. "Technically, she did not commit suicide because I plotted it, and that would be murder." I chuckled a little. "But, she swallowed a little bit of [Name], and that makes me happiest."

Disgusted, William gave me a nonchalant expression. "So, if that unexpected plot twist didn't happen, [Name] would be here now? Now in the Headquarters with you as her lover? Would she want that if you hurt her in her human life?"

"Of course she would. I did study her for a week."

William turned to leave. He gave me a piercing look over my shoulder. "I knew humans and demons were disgusting, but I'm beginning to believe that Reapers are equally as grotesque."

~End~

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