You eventually fall asleep again the name etched in the back of your mind, Ciel Phantomhive. What a strange name...It's so familiar, but you just can't put your finger on it.
The sun hit your face and you wake up seeing your grandmother opening your curtains. Why was she up? Her knees wobbled under her and you practically jumped right out of bed.
"Grandma, what ever are you doing up? You need to rest." you said, holding her stomach to support her. Your grandma looks at you with a smile, petting your hair.
"Dear, won't you let me enjoy my last days? I don't wish to spend them laying in bed." her voice was content and soft much like the voice in your dreams. She pulled you into a hug, a tear ran down your cheek, once again you were crying. Just last night when you woke up you were crying and now your doing it again. You wiped your tear away, trying to stay strong.
"Grandma...you can't leave me. Don't...please don't leave me." you choked on some tears and took a deep breath. Your grandma snuggled you up to her, her legs getting weak.
"I'm afraid that's a promise I cannot keep." she whispered in your ear. The sweet smile on her face saddened at the thought. She knew the day was coming.
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Only a few days later her face had became pale as a ghost or as you liked to think as white as an angel's wings. Her eyes were losing it's lively color and her cheeks had lost it's bright red blush. She was skin and bones, eating was something she simply couldn't do.
You sat on the edge of her bed, verging tears again at the sight of her. Why? Why the hell are you alive? Your family was all that mattered to you and now the only family you had left was doomed to death. You were so filled with anger and sadness.
She put a shaky hand on your shoulder, "[Y/N]..... please do something- for me...." she stuttered out.
"Anything you need." you gave a half smile, trying to comfort her, "Anything." She was silent for a moment, then she inhaled a deep breath and met her eyes with yours.
"It's something she would've wanted as well...." she managed, rather stably. You raised an eyebrow, but waited for her to continue instead of asking the question that was on your mind.
"Blue eye.... Black hair.... He doesn't smile...." she whispered, barely audible.
"What? What're you talking about, gra-"
She interrupted, "It's what your mother would've wanted....." Your grandma's hand had fallen off your shoulder, she was to weak, "C-Ciel....Phantomhive." she hissed out, her head falling back on her pillow, her eyes shutting for the last time. Her last words... Ciel Phanotmhive.
"Gran-Grandma!" you screamed, "Don't do this, you have to wake up. I can't find him, I don't know who he is. How am I supposed to do this-" you held back the tears, turning your head to the door when you realized she wasn't sleeping. You lifted yourself up off the bed, to London.
The Undertaker.... You needed to take care of your grandmothers burial.
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You watched the blurred scenery pass by you, the carriage nearing London. Shutting your eyes, you thought of the boy. The one in the dream, Ciel Phantomhive was his name.
When you arrived in front of the Undertaker's you hopped out of the car. You've met the man before, he was strange and somewhat creepy when he talked about dead people. You scurried to the door, tap,tap. The Undertaker opened the door before you could even get a third knock.
"Oh, why hello, Miss [F/N]!" he laughed, "What have you come for today. Has your grandmother finally threw in the towel?"
You simply nodded, "Yes, the doctors said she died of natural causes. I'm here to pick out a coffin for her." You stared down at the ground.
"Very well come, come." he beckoned you inside. You bowed a little and came inside, glancing at the coffins.
You went over to one with a giant gothic-looking cross on it, tracing the cross with your finger, "Huh..."
Then there was another knock on the door, "It's open!!" Undertaker spun in circles, hitting a coffin and falling face first. You looked over at the door as it opened, reveling a boy, a little taller than you. You squinted at him, he was kind of cute, you thought to yourself. You returned to looking at the coffin and then it snapped in your head. Your head spun around and your mouth dropped, staring at the eye patch, the single blue eye and black hair.
"Ciel Phantomhive?"
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Away with the Wind (Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)
Fanfic"Ciel Phantomhive," the soft voice of your mother had said. You didn't understand how and why this was happening at all. Why had your deceased mother come to you in your sleep to tell you about some snobby noble boy? Most importantly what connection...
