Black Butler : A Deadly Game

His Classless Reaper, Special

Hell. It wasn't dark like Ryan had imagined back in her youth. She considers the day she was thrown into Hell as the day she became an adult. But we were talking about something before. Hell, thats right. What did it look like again? Oh, it wasn't dark thats for sure. It was bright. Brighter than anyone's eyes could take. There wasn't a sun though, or a moon, or a sky. Just a forest, a castle in the distance, and an endless fire, that burned above, below and everywhere in between. The smoke and fire gave cover to the not-quite-animals that covered Hell. Wait! That's not right. There's no fire. No. That's still not right. There is a pit, and the walls, they are made of fire. But when you finally land, you land in snow. Hell burns cold. The snow was always blowing. It still wasn't dark though. For some reason, the snow was always giving off a shine, like the non-existent sun was shining on it. Every creature of hell, was white, except the Devil's castle. Everything blended with the snow. The snow, was perfect though. Stunningly white, absolutely no pollution. Nothing like most snow on earth. It would have been peaceful, but you can't forget the fire, right before the snow. It was so cold, and being without any clothes, food or ways to protect herself, Ryan became a warrior. A warrior without a name.

Ryan awoke to wisps of smoke covering her room. Were it any other person, they would have screamed fire and ran. Instead, Ryan traced the start of the fire back to the kitchen where a burly blond man stood, looking unsure of what to do. No time to waste, so Ryan found a large and heavy pot and used her reaper strength and speed to carry it outside, fill it with the hose, and carry it in over 10 times. In the midst of her flurry of work, Sebastian joined her and the fire was out in seconds. It was almost like they were meant to work together; they never got in each other’s way.

            “I apologize Lady Bell that you had to help with that matter. The Young Master and I were out early this morning an have only just gotten back.” Sebastian told her.

            “Oh, it’s not problem Sebastian. It’s the least I can do, since I am imposing by simply staying here”, Ryan responded.

            “Well please go ahead and get ready for today”, He said.

            “I don’t mind helping”, Ryan replied. Sebastian gestured to her mid thigh length nightgown, and smirked. Now Ryan understood.

            “You don’t like it?” She pouted.

            “Alas, I cannot enjoy the view if I must deal with these three. So you may go back to your room”, When he said ‘these three’ he mouth turned to a sneer, obviously referring to the red-almost-pink haired maid, the pretty looking male gardener, and the rugged chef. Ryan nodded and ran straight back to her room. Having always gotten dressed by herself, Ryan did not ask for any help. She opened the drawer to pull out tough leather pants, until she remembered Ciel’s face and her pants yesterday.  She pulled out the most girly and frilly dress she had. The long sleeves of her top rested on the side of her arms, exposing her neck and shoulders. The neckline was low, and the dress tightened at the waste, and cam out slightly at the bottom. It came back in near her knees, and a red rose was attached the bottom, to match the red and black dress. She let her hair out, and put it in a loose chignon. She had simple red heels match. She grabbed her specialized Death Scythe, and ordered it to change to its second form, her second weapon of choice, a golden whip. She stuffed it into the compartment on the inside of her dress, for later use. She went down to the first floor, because she needed to be aware of anything that was going on and so she needed to be near Ciel and Sebastian at almost all times. A familiar voice echoed all over the house. That couldn’t be…Ryan thought. Ryan hurried down the stairs, slightly off balance in the unfamiliar heels to see a mane of red hair. It was him! She ran toward him, and called out his name. When he turned to face her, his face lit up.