The Guardian (Black Butler X Reader)

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Prologue- Dancing with strange Red and Orange bodies at night.

I slowly walked throughout the house my parents owned, the one me and my younger twin brothers lived. The lovely mansion we happily played in with our beloved dog and happy little family. I traced the intricate patterns on the wallpaper, all the while the flames that swallowed the house licked at my fingertips. My flowing dress began to tear at the ends, and my bare feet slowly started to peel with burnt flesh. I felt choked, suffocated, and empty. So empty in fact I felt nothing, no sorrow, no pain, nothing. I wonder if everyone is alive? Well, I know mom and dad aren't, but what about the butlers, the dog, maybe my brothers? That thought froze me, my brothers. They could still be alive. My burning feet began to move faster, my hands moving to pick up the dress so as to not trip. "Boys!" I yelled loudly, I dodged the falling debris quickly.

  I jumped, dodged, ducked, everything. Finally the tears began to well up in the corners of my eyes, but the orange bodies dancing around me with such heat wouldn't allow them to fall. "Baby brothers! Please where are you?" I looked out of one of the burning windows, and barely through the flames I could make out two small bodies running. I heard the youngest yell "Ciel! Sissy is still inside!" Then the eldest counters "you're hearing things, quick we have to run!" I smiled, so they did get out in time. I looked down at the ground, I was still on the third story, and if I were to just fall head first the impact on my injured body would surely kill me. I watched as the two boys got further out, they didn't need to watch this. I slowly climbed onto the windowsill, my vision growing hazy from the smoak caked in my lungs.

  "I've always had a weird obsession with death, the after life, it all. I've always been fascinated. What truly happens to us? Do we really go to that beautiful heaven they tell in the stories? Is there hell? Or even a god at all? I've always wanted to know..." I stood up fully on the outside windowsill, balancing gently as the cool wind contrasted against my hot, burnt body. My dress and hair blew softly as I looked down, then up at the shining moon. "...I guess I'll truly be able to find out huh?" I let my body drop, quickly plummeting to the ground. Before all the lights faded and I hit the ground, I heard the distant screams of my brother. Damn, I guess they weren't far enough.

  Does it really matter now though? I'm dead after all.

Chapter One- So this is life after?

  Bright lights blinded my blurry vision and I could vaguely hear muffled voices. "So this girl committed suicide at the Phantomhive fire? How did she not burn alive!" An oddly cheery voice chimed. "Yes, she did. I was going to personally collect her soul for myself. But she committed suicide before I could, and we all know what happens to those who perform the sin." A scoff was heard. "Your retired, good luck collecting her soul to begin with. I don't understand why you personally brought her here yourself. A legend such as yourself has nothing to do with some random noble girl." "Think of it as a letter of recommendation, she'll make a fine one of us. She's an oddball but very entertaining to chat with." The man giggled. Finally my lips moved on their own.

  "You... your voice..." I gently stuck my hand out, gripping onto a soft fabric. "Undertaker?" "Bring her some spectacles Grell!" Soon feet scurried away and hurried back. Something smooth was then placed onto my face and the blurry white light was replaced by an image of three men standing over me. "There you are dear, didn't expect to see you up this early. Though it is odd, how do you remember me?" "Under, it's you!" I shot up quickly, clutching the fabric of his clothes tightly in my hands. Wait my hands! I quickly pulled my hands away and examined them. The burns that should have been tainting the flesh that covered the bone was gone! I quickly checked my bare feet, finding them to be perfectly normal. "Heehee, she remembers everything then." Undertaker giggled as he tipped his head to the side. The other man with short, brown hair growled. He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Great, look what you brought us! She remembers everything! How is she supposed to reap when she probably still holds all her human emotions!"