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Black Butler: Vincent Phantomhive {Modern AU}

☆WRITTEN SOMETIME DURING EARLY 2018☆

WELL, I've been doing a healthy amount of these. In this one, you meet a young man (Vincent. Duh.) while vacationing in Italy. You eventually part ways, and both find success and love elsewhere, but on some evenings, you remember your time spent together, even if it's left unsaid.

*Strongly based on the attached song, called "Dear Fellow Traveller" by Sea-Wolf. I love the album; it's called "Old World Romance." Check it out*.

Also, *cries* I MISS ITAAAALLLYYY

Soon. I shall return.

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The ancient city around you was alive as you paced through the crowded streets, pushing ahead, trying to locate an address to an event. It was one to which you hardly thought you'd be invited, as you weren't truly part of the same crowd as the hosts.

You breathed in, only somewhat discouraged as you became more aware of your situation. You were not lost. Though, you weren't sure where to go either. Finally, just because you didn't want to be late, you asked a local for directions. It couldn't be far.

"Mi scusi signore. Sai dov'è la via serpentina?"

"Il cosa?" He replied, confused by your inquiry, as though he believed the road you were seeking didn't exist. He confirmed it. "Quella strada non è reale. Una storia. É fatto."

"A story! Made up?" He turned on his heel and left you. "Hey! Wait!" You were alone, or, so you thought.

"You speak English?" Another man inquired, stepping forward into the glow of the streetlight.

"Yeah." Your eyes widened. He was handsome. His hair was cut in a youthful style, and he was young, no doubt, but older than you, perhaps in his late twenties. It was a a deep, blackish colour; it looked nearly blue, and it reminded you of the dark oceans only slightly too far away for you to observe that night in Rome. His eyes too, were dark, enchanting, and the way in which he carried himself, the manner in which he dressed, indicated he was far from poor. "I do. What's it to ya?"

He held out his hand. "I'm Vincent. Are you by any chance going to a party tonight?" He looked down. "You look lovely."

You swallowed. His compliment brought colour to your cheeks. You nodded. "I'm trying to find this one road, the way of the Serpent or, Serpentine Avenue, if I'm translating right. It's something like that." You were partially correct.

"Oh!" He seemed at once intrigued. "I'm headed there, too." He held up an envelope between the fingertips of his other hand as you glanced down. Was your purse unzipped before? "It's actually a private road." He went on. "Not a lot of people use it." You raised an eyebrow. His explanation didn't quite explain why that other stranger thought it to be practically legendary. You disregarded any suspicions as the one in your present company continued. "My family is serendipitously throwing a big party tonight. Ya know, one for the elite." He rolled his eyes. "My mum's quite ostentatious."

"Wait are you Vincent-"

"Phantomhive, yes." He still had his hand out. "Would you like a ride?"

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You gripped the side of the car as you raced trough the streets, alight underneath the moon. Your heart beat rapidly. You were not afraid.