Black Butler; The Purest Souls Hide In The Darkest Places {Ciel x Reader}

Life On The Streets

{Okay, just a little authors note before the story- which is going to be very long, just a warning. This is an x reader story but instead of filling in your looks I made a character. You can either imagine yourself looking like her or change it in your head. You will still fill in your name and all the usual stuff, such as favourites. It just makes it easier to add detail with a person in mind already. That's all for now. I hope you enjoy this story! ^_^}

        Life wasn't exactly easy for (Y/N), a fifteen year old girl with deep crimson eyes, red like the colour of blood. Her body was small, yet she did have curves for her age and she knew as she grew older-even within the next year- her curves would be even more defined, not that they needed to. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Her hair was white like snow with silver undertones and her skin was quite fair, pale like the moons glow. She seldom smiled but when she did it could light up a room. With rows of absolutely perfect pearly white teeth and full, naturally dark red lips she was gorgeous. Stunning really. She attracted the gaze of almost everyone who walked by her on the streets. Yet no one ever stopped to ask her if she was okay. Surely they could see the grim sadness in her eyes. How her eyes could pass for broken glass if they were of a different colour... The most they ever said was 'hello'. Sometimes, if she was lucky that week, they would offer her food.
        You wouldn't exactly be able to blame her for that look in her eyes, due to all they've seen. Oddly enough, (Y/N) can't even remember most of it. All she knows is that her life used to be much better than what it is and that someone took that from her. She woke up in the streets of London at the age of eleven, her hands were stained with red and they smelled of copper. At the time she was wearing fancy clothes, fancier than she thought possible. She didn't even remember her name at first, it took a few days. The only reason she has made it so long is because of a kind old lady by the name of Jennifer took her in upon finding her in the streets. She sympathized with (Y/N), as much as (Y/N) hated sympathy, she wasn't about to turn down a place to stay. Jennifer gave her clothes, food, and a place to stay. For that, (Y/N) was ever grateful, always promising to repay Jennifer when she found out where she came from. Jennifer was old though... She didn't make it to that day. Four years with Jennifer... (Y/N) was torn when she passed.
        And now, two weeks later (Y/N) is back on the streets, carrying nothing but a bag of clothes that Jennifer left her, and all of those clothes were now dirty and worn. What she wouldn't do for a bath and clean change of clothes at the moment...
        She had originally brought food with her as well in the bag but it was all gone after the first week. She knew she should have taken more, but she thought it seemed kind of disrespectful to take anything more from the only one to show her such kindness. That is, until one fateful morning. One that would forever change (Y/N)'s life.

~~~~~~ (Y/N)'s POV ~~~~~~~

        My eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in the bright light around. I've gotten very used to being awoken by the bright light recently. It's almost like a butler, pushing you to wake up even when you don't want to. I chuckled silently to myself. As if I knew anything about having a butler... pfft, yeah right.      
        Looking at my current situation I'd be amazed if I even had a life at all before this. It saddened me that I couldn't remember my family, for I'm sure they were amazing parents. I just couldn't figure out why I was in the streets at the age of eleven if they really were great and if they really did love me... Nonsense, I'm sure there's a perfectly logical reason behind it... Unless I was a complete brat and they really just hated me.        

        I sighed, turning onto my side and taking in my surroundings. Still the same as yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that as well. I slowly brought myself to sit up, stretching and rubbing my eyes. My gaze landed on my bag and so I opened it, hoping for some reason food would have magically appeared inside it. However I wasn't so lucky as for that to happen, as I expected. No clean clothes left either. What I was wearing wasn't so bad at the moment, I suppose. It's good enough to walk around the streets in, meaning I can still go out in search of a job without feeling bad about my appearance. The dress I wore was a navy blue colour, very plain. Tight around my chest and torso but it flowed out at my waist. I tied a black ribbon in my hair, given to me by Jennifer to remember her by...