White Wisterias' Love Like Intoxication

Wisteria

Ciel Phantomhive went and visited his parents graves on a bright, sun filled day. He had brought long branches of flowers with him. These flowers were known as White Wisteria, ones of a strong, lovely scent. The young bluenette set the branches ends into the ground, letting the flowers droop over the headstones, beautifying the painful display. The white, life filled petals fell gracefully onto and over the headstones. Giving a slight smile, Ciel, not wanting to bring up many painful memories soon left without a single word.

As a petal fell upon the letter 'V' on one of the Phantomhives' headstones, the atmosphere began to change. It grew lively as the Phantomhive estate had once been. The little life the White Wisteria provided in the area seemed of a blessing! Two headstones that represented death suddenly seemed of life as the milky white petals danced across the headstones in pairs. The dance of death had become a dance of life and celebration.

As the petals swept across the deep gray stones, a white feint, soft, lively light began to blossom as the flowers had before. The glow grew larger and brightened a small bit. As it rose, another light began to bloom. From those lights formed two tall figures. One male and female, both dressed in white. One was known as Vincent Phantomhive, and the other his wife, Rachel Phantomhive. The two seemed seemed peaceful rather than startled, and well aware that they were simply in spirit. They seemed to have known this would happen and one point.

The grayish-blue haired man looked at his wife, and she looked back. Both carried a faint smile that seemed to set a wonderfully happy atmosphere. The was brightened as the two, lightly illuminating pair stood within it. Neither spoke, for they seemed as if they had been with each other all this time, continuing on life in beyond and had no need for words at this time. Their eyes spoke for them, each shone with happy emotion. One would think the two had never died, but continued on living. Perhaps that could be true, but only they would know.

Silently, Vincent extended his hand out to the light haired woman, who extended hers out as well. He took hers into his and stepped forward. Unlike the tales, they did not float nor could they walk through objects. They had simple being collision as anyone did, but they looked somewhat faded and could only be seen if they wanted to. As they would in the past the two ventured through the estate lawn, glancing at how and if the Estate had changed. They were well aware at what their son had done, that he had summoned a demon, the tasks he had accepted and completed, everything. The two were, yet were not, disappointed in the young Earl for some of his actions, but proud at others. They were to greet him later, but that was for the end of their journey.

Today seemed special and was one of a holiday. Vincent knew of this and was glad it was the day they were to wander on land once more. Large white Wisteria trees dangled across a path in the garden. Their scent spread across the estate, making a well atmosphere among the two from past. The previous Earl not only wandered the Estate, but wandered in thought. It was white day and he was wanting to do something for Rachel. However, considering they were and are dead, he had nothing to give and physical items were no longer a pleasure to the two. Perhaps meaningful words? A poem? Whatever it was to be, it would be meaningful and that's all that mattered.

As the two walked, they both drove into thought of the place. They saw the three servants Sebastian had hired a few years ago; Finnian, Baldroy and Mey-Rin. The two also saw Sebastian, of course, who was working at unnatural speed for someone pretending to be human. It was amazing how the servants tended to never notice such. Vincent and Rachel were slightly disappointed of their son summoning a demon, but that was something they had no control over and could not stay disappointed in forever. Such was the past, now is the present and time to look forward to the future, not time to dwell on what had happened before, but will happen in the now and then. Both agreed to not mention so when they show themselves to the young Earl.