You laid on top on a grass field. The wind blowing, you sighed with relief as you bit down on the piece of bread you stole. You've been walking on your own for a few years now and this bread in your hand was basically your proper meal each 365 days of the year. You sat up, your (Hair color) locks falling onto your shoulders. You moved your head side to side quickly, you had a feeling someone was watching you, but it soon left as you laid back down. You looked towards the puffy white clouds as they changed shape. The nobles have been searching for you, just to put it out there. They do have the right to, since you've been practically stealing food all over London. No wonder the Orphanage didn't want you--- you caused a lot of trouble the past few years, since your parents died that is. You closed your eyes re-winding the painful memories.
You held tightly onto the little teddy bear as you watched your father falling slowly onto the ground, but not before you heard the sound of a gun shot. Blood sputtering every where. you heard your mother's cry as she ran towards your dad's limp body. Your beautiful round (color eyes) widen and lost their color as you finally came to the conclusion of what was happening. You thought nothing could get worse until you heard your mothers voice.
"(Full Name)!! Run!!" Your mother had tears in her eyes as she was keeping the man from getting you. You didn't want to leave her behind, but you did as you were told. You ran... you ran as fast as your little legs could take you. You breathing getting heavier by the minute. Then came drops, drops of rain. You never knew why this was happening to you, your family did nothing wrong. You cried as you ran, not caring where you were going.
Soon enough you heard voices, people walking under umbrellas and mumbling. You cried, "HELP ME!"
BACK TO PRESENT TIME~!
I sighed, disappointed. Your appetite ruined from one memory. Then you felt the presence again, "Who's there?!" Then without notice a man dressed in black was standing in front of you. "What do you want?!" You yelled, moving backwards.
"Don't be surprised, Miss _____." The man reassured you.
"How do you now my name!?" You protested.
"Would you like a home, Miss _______?" The man asked, ignoring your question.
"I-I wouldn't mind... but who are you?!" You questioned, pointing your index finger at him.
"I'm merely a servant of the Phantomhive house hold." The butler told you, putting his hand on his heart. You raised your eyebrow slightly.
FF! (FAST FORWARDS~~~)
You've been serving the Phantomhive manor for 2 years now. You had a possible crush on a certain Noble. You were cleaning his studies, as he- himself, sat on a chair reading a pretty big book for his age. You glanced at him a few times, blushing or not. Until he finally spoke up, "Is there something on your mind, _______?"
"N-No!" You exclaimed, while trying your best to finish cleaning quickly. Ciel stood from the chair, walking towards you, "You sure there isn't something wrong?"
You felt blood rush up to your cheeks, trying to avoid looking into his eyes, "I'm fine..."
Ciel was now behind you. He wrapped his arms around you, protectively, "You know, ______. I have had my eyes on you for a while now." This time you couldn't respond so he kept going, "I was wondering if... y-you wanted to, go out sometime...?"
You nodded fast, your (color hair) falling onto your face, "S-Sure!" He kissed you on the cheek and smirked while walking out, nonchalantly, "Okay, wear something cute."