THE MATCH GIRL 黒執事

Chapter One

Like any other day, the streets would be crowded with people, the sun was overshadowed by the grey clouds that brought rain, the October breeze sends chills over everyone's spine like a jet black colored spider crawling up their backs. The nobles are the coward ones that would instantly run away over such thing, the street rats like her would only watch it and later on think of something to prank or distract certain people, and that's what [Name] did, and that's the reason why she's being chased upon.

"Get back here you utter disgrace!"

Ouch, a new nickname, what surprising kindness would give them the reason to call her such name? Well considering the fact that she stole, once again from a shop, food to be precise, it was no wonder. As she was running she notices how everyone made way for her and the guard, some that were at the same level of society as her, laugh and let out grins as it decorates their lips, she saw a little red-heard kid, excitement in his face with a toothy gein inserted on his face as the boy beside him with blonde-haired grinning at her and wave at her, a glint of admiration in his clear blue orbs, she waved back with a smile, feeling happy to make their day. She ducks under a noble couple as she went in between the woman's dress to hide, seeing the guard running off as he lost track of [Name], the said woman screech and fainted by the mere fact that a rat was making contact with her.

That was a normal expression, the typical noble folks would screech when she came closer to them, on purpose, she would touch their belongings just so they could drop it, grab it and take it with her, honestly, it was too easy and the fact that the guard was already out of breath and disoriented made things easier for her.

They would buy anything that could fill their pockets and their pride, but not their belly. It's incredible how so many people discard the idea of a healthy life, how they despise not being recognized, how it hurts them, if they would be able to choose a ruby rose ring over their child, they would. Disgusting indeed. Nobles indeed, however, there was only one noble that she hoped to see one day and thank him. She grinned, butterflies began to fly on her belly like an army, waiting for that chance to soon arrived, her heart began to beat not only for the adrenaline but for the hope of one day meeting him.

Ever since that December night, [Name] has always tried to look for the said male called Vincent, she needs to find him, she needs to bring him back his coat, the same coat she's using right now, handing him his coat isn't the only reason to find him. She wanted to say thank you to the said man, it has been years since the last time she saw him, she was seventeen right now and still selling matches but of course, most of the time, that never works. The girl kept running with the biggest grin on her face as she saw the solder falling over a box of fallen apples she knocked off at a stand, she laughs hearing the soldiers grunt of pain as he continues to curse her out loud with a voice that has been rough enough like the tact of a cactus.

She was looking behind her unable to detect a presence right upfront. With a sharp 'epp', she fell to the floor while holding her nose once she collides with a strong chest, the bag in her hand has fallen as the bread, potatoes, vegetables she likes and her iconic little boxes of matches that [Name] had stolen and collected, the said bag she had a tight grip on was made of burlap, she made it herself once her old clothes were no longer of used in her growing body, she met a man that helped her get clothes the man was the one that made her the clothes she's wearing right now, a worn off dark brown trouser, a supposedly white shirt but was dirty over all the adventures she had in the past, and a pair of leather boots she found on garbage nearby where she stays.

The girl held her nose with her left hand while it was starting to turn pinkish as a drip of blood was soon crawling out of her nostrils. She glared at the shoes the person in front of her had, taking notice that, the person was from a higher rank, no surprise there.