Should I continue....

Black Butler - ??? - Okay for all

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It was 1886 in London, the cobble streets filled with chatter and the clacking of horse drawn carriages. Yet amongst the flashy dresses and well tailored suits, a little box was sat in the middle of an alleyway. On the box, in very neat and straight lettering, someone had written "Donate to a visually impaired woman and get your fortune told!"

Lo and behold, behind the box, was a 5'6 woman with light grey shoulder length hair and a peachy complexion under the dirt stains. She was smiling and humming a nursery rhyme, her black pantsed legs crossed in front of her while her dark grey sleeved arms were folded in her lap. Some people gave the girl strange looks, some even looked interested, but most of them paid the sparkless grey eyed girl no mind.

Max hummed as she listened to the world go by, her eyes sometimes watching the white, grey, and sometimes black figured walk right past her. Don't let this fool you, she was indeed very blind and can't see anything but a never ending darkness, yet in this blanket of darkness were the faint outlines of the people who walked around her.

Their souls.

Right now, a dark grey soul with black and fuschia pink swirls was walking towards her stand. She had seen this color many times lately, and could feel his heavy gaze on her as she smiled and waited.

"Why do you tell lies to get money?" Max stopped humming, but kept a smile on her face when the boy arrived, his voice cold and calculative, but had a slight childish tone, as if they weren't used to being an adult and conversing.

"What lies do you see, sir?" Max politely questioned, her grey eyes focusing on the strangely decorated fuschia symbol where the human eye would be.

"Are you blind?" He bluntly said, and Max burst into laughter. This startled the boy, and a few others around them, but she ignored them and kept laughing.

"If I were not, wouldn't I have shaken your hand or asked where your parents were right upon our greetings?" The boy hummed, and Max decided she liked this boy. He actually took her words into consideration instead of brushing them off. "And for giving me a bit of light in this dark world, would you like me to warn you of an event in your future?"

Even being blind, Max could see his apprehension from the way he shifted in place. It was fine, she wasn't bothered by the suspicion, because most fortune tellers were indeed fake.

"It's not like I have anything better to do," The boy finally sighed, and she smiled a bit wider when he too sat down criss crossed in front of her. "Is there anything I need to do?"

Max chuckled and held out her hands. He placed them against hers, and she wanted to comment on how small they were for a child of his age but refrained. He has had enough of this as an Earl, who was she to comment? After all, age doesn't define your maturity.

"Name please~!" Max sang, which she could tell earned her a small smile, and started to rub the back of his hands with her thumb. They were soft... kind of skinny, but strong at the same time.

"Ciel Phantomhive," He answered. Max felt her mood drop as the name rang in her head, remembering the light grey figure who had visited her so long ago.

"Such a haunted name yours is.... Is Ciel a nickname for something?" Max wondered, but was only met with a glare. "Off topic~! Let us start of with a recent event so you know I'm not lying.... Hm... ah this one is cute~! Subject-012 is now in your care I see? Better give him a hat that won't reveal his neck... maybe some red pins to keep his bangs away from his face~?" His hands tightly gripped hers, and Max giggled as a hot glare hit her.

"Sir you shouldn't glare, it'll cause wrinkles~!" Max burst into laughter, the image of a small old man in her head. "Ah, you'll look like a more defined Tanaka if that happened."

"My lord is this woman bothering you?" A deep and slightly dark voice came from behind her, and Max looked up at the looming fuschia figure, their red eyes piercing into her blind grey ones.

"She was just telling my fortune, Sebastian," The boy replied, his hands still in her own.

"Is she?" The butler mused and moved to stand behind his master. Max smiled at his hidden challenge, but said nothing as the two conversed. "You know people will do anything for money, how can you trust her?"

"Because she never asked me for money, she's giving me a free fortune," The boy gripped her hands and the fuschia eye turned to her. "So you were read the paper from last week, what about the future?"

Max smiled and reached out, softly caressing his eye patch, a large smirk set upon her face. "What future does a dead man have, Ciel?" A cold metal pressed against her neck instantly, a fuschia arm extending from above the boy and to her neck.

"Now now," Max tsked and sat back, wiping her hands on her large shirt. "No need to get your feathers ruffled, the boy is fine~!" She cackled at the end, and the two figured in front of her were wary of this woman.

"Should I take care of this-" "No need~!" Max giggled, a crazy smile stretched across her face, revealing a set of slightly sharper canines. "Who would believe a crazy blind woman if she told them about a child Earl with a demon butler?"

They were silent, neither wanting to admit the blind woman was right.

A stranger walked up to the box and let a single coin clink to the bottom of the empty box. Max straightened and smiled brightly at the new comer. A very light grey, the purest human she has seen.

"Good bye, little Earl~!" Max giggled and then turned her body towards the human. "Thank you for your donation, as gratitude would you like your fortune told?"

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Max was never bothered by night time, mostly because nothing really changed except the absence of souls. The darkness didn't bother the woman either, then again that's also what she saw everyday with the exception of the monochrome and fuschia colors. A figure was walking towards her little booth, their soul a green and yellow mixture.

"Is that death I see?" Max joked, and the figure let out a cackle.

"My my~! If it isn't the Seerer I've heard about~?" The figure stopped in front of her post and poked around at the small amount of coins in her box. Max's ear twitched as she listened to him rustle her small stash.

"A little Earl ask about me?" Max mused and slapped his hand. "Hands off, Adrien, I happen to like warm bread in the morning!"

"But that's the queen's money~!" Adrien pouted and she felt his black nails hands gently start to weave through her hair.

"Queen, King, beggar, rich man, who cares?" Max complained, relaxing in his hands as they