Her Demon, His Demon, and the Story of Us - A Black Butler Fanfic

Living the Dream

I stretched out on the hill side, eyes taking in the brilliant, blue sky above. In it, the warm sun elegantly hovered at noon's highest point, with nay a cloud in sight. Back on the ground around me, golden grain brushed against golden grain stalk, their heads whispering in the breeze. The stalks towered over me, creating a sort of shelter from any unwanted eyes. Crickets and other small creatures dashed between the grain stems, the slight chirp or pit-pattering of their feet reaching my ears before fading away once more. I turned my head, peering through them, wondering what else they could possibly be hiding. Probably mice, rats, or rabbits, or other small creatures I'd heard of before, but never once seen.

I sat up, stretching my arms up and back over my head, basking in the suns' delicious glow. I'd been here for several hours already, and the longer I sat, the more I felt that everything was right in the world and nothing could ever go wrong.

I yawned and lowered my arms before my stomach rumbled, hungry. The satchel by my side held a variety of different goods and I reached into it, pulling out an apple.

I smiled, turning it over in my hands twice before taking a bite. The apple's perfect skin gave a satisfying crunch as I bit into it, its sweet juices pouring over my tongue. It was a new brand, imported from the United States. Or, at least, that's what I heard the vendor say before I snatched it from him. 

For a street kid, I think I made off fairly well. The first few months on out, as they should have  been, were incredibly difficult. I remembered roaming around, lost and confused, hungry and cold, so unfamiliar with the lifestyle I was. I stepped in the wrong territories, went down the wrong alley ways, stole from the wrong vendors. As a daughter from a family of the new, up and rising bourgeoisie class, I'd never been exposed to the world in such a way before.

Good thing those days were over now. I found a small group of decent thieves who took me under their belt for a while, and they taught me how to work the markets. I learned how to work my good looks to ward off others suspicions of me, and how to keep myself clean enough to look like a decent member of London society. I knew the streets and alley ways like the back of my hand, and I knew exactly when and where to snatch the items necessary to my survival.

I smiled to myself and raised the apple to my parted lips before taking another bite. Again, the satisfying crunch which followed pleasured my ears and I hummed with delight.

"Meerrrrrowww!"

I quickly swallowed the bite, eyes opening wide, "A cat...?" It was through a cat's guidance that I found the group of thieves who taught me how to live on the streets. More specifically, their leader had a rather chubby, tabby cat as a pet, and one day it just came up to me and yowled in my face before running away. I, thinking that it would be a tasty meal, chased after it. I didn't even notice it when it leaped up onto its owner's shoulder and I slammed into him, knocking us both to the ground. For whatever reason, the man saw some sort of potential to me and took me under his wing. Because I lived a happy enough life after that, I decided that I quite liked cats.

My ears twitched slightly, trying to find the source of the sound through the grain. After a few more moments of nothing, I frowned, shrugging, before taking another bite of my apple.

Three chomps later and I heard the meow again. Immediately I swung up, grabbing my satchel from the ground beside me and running toward the noise.

"Meow!"

I pushed through the grain stalks, moving a little faster. It couldn't be much farther...