4 Joker Kuroshitsuji LoversPt1

  Memories are kept alive by the things you can never forget. This one in particular is unforgettable... even after my tragic death, the soul of my feelings and recollections hold strongly onto the memory of the person I loved. His memory of me is there, too, and hopefully it will never lose its flame. I wander, quite often, through my thoughts... every one of them is settled on the color of his eyes, the richness of his vibrant skin, and the flavor one could only get from his lips. Therefore it is a shame, really, that I can no longer add on to the feelings I got from him in the afterlife. So instead, I reveal to myself the memories of our life together over and over, pushing the scattered pieces of what I somewhat forgot with what was always remembered, making a handful of memories in the form of an intricate puzzle... not really puzzling, but nevertheless questionable. There were things I had wanted to change and things I wanted to keep forever... things that should have been and things that were destined to be taken away. I had memories that made me cry, memories that gave me hope, and memories, ones of the sweetest taste, that filled me with love and compassion for what he desired. It was like a story, perhaps, but with lines that ultimately separated each individual memory from the other. I would take apart a piece once in a while just to feel the essence of what was kept in that recollection. Later on, another piece was taken from the puzzle, and then another, and then another, until finally the not so perfect puzzle was simply a pile of pieces once more. And then I would put them all back together again, adding on new memories and sometimes taking away the ones that were sickening in my eyes. All of them, good and bad, sad and thrilling, tasteless and filling, made a picture of our relationship. And so I, now with a completed work of art, take apart the pieces one by one, to give you a reason why I, dead as can be, remain in this eternal bliss.

  The day is April 12, 18__. You are standing by the front window of your house, looking outside. It is raining heavily. You are wearing a pink frilly dress with white underneath. You have white stockings on and grey button up boots. You have a pink pastel ribbon in your curly hair. You look outside with a frown. You stand up straight with your hands at your side. The room you are in is dark. The walls are dark brown and a small round table with a white lace tipped cloth is to your right. An oil lamp, with a navy blue shade and gold base, is on top of the table, unlit.
  "Miss, your tea is ready.". You turn around. It is your maid Nancy. She has her hands connected to each other in front of her, over her white frilly apron. You look back out the window.
  "Miss, would you like me to bring in your tea?".
  "No, thank you... I'm really not in the mood for tea today, Nancy...", you say, with a sigh.
  "As you wish, Miss.", says Nancy.
  "Nancy...", you say, looking out the window and in a soft voice, "When is Father coming home?".
  "On the midnight train, Miss...", says Nancy. She adds on, "So midnight, yes?".
  You sigh. "The last time he said he would be on the midnight train he came back with an injury...".
  Nancy says nothing. You turn your head around, with tears in your eyes. "And he came back at noon!". You try holding back your tears. Mother used to tell you that ladies never cry in front of their servants. You turn your head around, looking out the window again. You cover your face with your hands, crying. Sniffles come out. Nancy tsks with consideration of your feelings and walks over to you. She puts her hands on your shoulders, looking at you.
  "Miss, why don't we go for a little walk around the pier, to get your mind off of these thoughts?". You nod your head, wiping the tears off of your face.

  It is later that day. Rain is falling heavily on you and Nancy. You are both wearing rain jackets and bonnets. Nancy is carrying a bag in her hand, filled with groceries. You both get in a carriage, holding your bonnets on your head. You get in first, Nancy follows. Nancy closes the carriage door. You take a seat across from her. Your gloves are soaked in water. You pull off your gloves and look at them with a frown. Nancy pulls a fresh pair of white gloves out of her bag and hands them to you with a smile. She take the wet gloves from you and puts them in her bag. You put of the fresh pair of gloves while looking out the carriage window. Nancy looks at a list in her hand, moving her finger down the paper.
  "Let's see, I've got yah, dah, dah, dah, dah... oh, fiddle dee diddle! I forgot the flour!", says Nancy. She looks up at you. "Miss, do you mind?".
  "Go right ahead...", you say, looking at her. Nancy smiles. She puts her list in her bag. She takes her bag and walks out of the carriage. You sigh. You look out the window. You see a seagull flying overhead and a part of London that you have never been to before: The East End. You have heard stories about it, yes, but the curiosity of the place makes you, well, curious. You open the door of the carriage. You look around. No one is in sight. You get out of the carriage. You head towards The East End, holding your coat with one hand and your bonnet with the other. Your coats blows in the wind. Rain is pouring down on you.

  You reach The East End. You look around. There are puddles everywhere. You are about to go down a street when a young boy with dark brown hair pushes you to the ground. You struggle with him, yelling and sweating in the rain. Your bonnet falls off. The young boy takes the bonnet and runs away. Your hair is wet and in a mess. Your ribbon is out and your hair is flat. Your clothes are covered in mud and water. You are kneeling on the ground. You start to cry. You cover your face with your hands. You are very saddened by this.
  "Hey...", a voice says from behind. You look at a puddle in front of you. You see your reflection. From behind, you see the reflection of another younger boy, however, he is much older and more mature than the other boy. He is frowning. His eyes are reflecting in the water. They are bordered by dark lines, so they stand out tremendously. You turn your head around. He is standing. His hair is light orange and shoulder length. He is standing straight with his hands at his side. In his left hand, he holds your bonnet. A minute later, he holds out his left hand to you, with the bonnet in it. You grab his hand with your left hand, holding your dress with your right. He pulls you up. He is taller than you. His shirt is whitish blue. His pants are tan. He is shoeless. His shirt is big. His left arm is completely covered by a sleeve. His eyes are dark purple. He is very good looking. He looks at you with his beautiful purple eyes and a look that is of concern for you. He looks down, smiling slightly at your bonnet.
  "Oh! I wanted to return your bonnet...". He laughs, underneath his breath. He looks at you. He hands you your bonnet. You take it, feeling the soaked hat in your hand. "Sorry about that... my friend can't go very far with one leg and I just couldn't let him steal anything today, not today, at least...". He chuckles. You frown.
  "Why? What's today?".
  "Ha!", says the boy, closing his eyes and smiling. "My birthday, of course!".
  You look at him with a puzzled expression. You tilt you head to the left.
  "Everyone knows that! Then again, you don't look like you're from around these parts...", says the boy, tilting his head to the left and with a frown. His eyes are open, looking at you.
  "N-No...", you say, looking down at your bonnet. He looks down.
  "Oh...", he says, with a sigh. He looks up at you. "Where are you from?".
  "Not here.", you say, looking down. The boy smiles with his eyes closed.
  "Well, I suppose anyplace is better than here! And a young lady such as yourself...". The boy stops. He opens his eyes and covers his mouth with his hand. He looks at you, trying not to laugh. "Hehe, you're a mess!", he chuckles, keeping his hand over his mouth. You put your left hand on your hip and slap him with your wet bonnet. You frown. He closes his eyes and smiles, moving his left arm over himself, blocking attacks. "Hey, hey! No need to get feisty!", he says, laughing. You stomp your foot and pivot around, walking away. He chases after you, holding his left arm in the air. "Wait! Where are you going?". You keep walking.
  "Does it matter?", you say with a frown.
  "Yes, it matters!", he says, following you. He catches up to you. He puts his left hand on your shoulder. "You can't just leave without saying goodbye!", he says with a frown. You stop. You sigh. You turn around and face him. His hand is still on your shoulder. You take out a breath. He looks at you. "Now what's gotten to ya?".
  "My mother says that when a young man insults a lady, you should courteously walk away...", you say, somewhat angry. He looks at you, puzzled. You notice his hand. You look at it. "My mother also told me that a young man must never...", you say, grabbing his hand on your shoulder. "Ever...". You move his hand slowly off of your shoulder. "Touch a lady in public!". He frowns, letting his arm fall to his side. You take out another breath. You look at him, frowning. A second later, you turn around and walk away again. The boy stands there, bewildered. He smiles. He moves his hand to the side of his mouth.
  "Did your ma ever tell you that you've got a big mouth?", shouts the boy, laughing. You stop. You makes fists with your hands. You pivot around. He is laughing. His eyes are closed. You stride over to him and stop in front of him. You take your left hand and whip it at his face. You are angry. He grabs your arm before it hits his face. He holds on to it tightly. He opens his eyes, smiling at you. "My, my! You have a hot temper!". You struggle to get out of his grasp.
  "Let me go!", you say, under your breath. He smiles.
  "All that heat in one little package...", he chuckles, tightening his grasp of your arm. You struggle with him.
  "Let me go!", you say again, using your other hand to get out of his grasp. He lets go. You fall into the mud. You are covered in mud. He laughs. He closes his eyes and walks towards you. "You know, I would've let go if you said please...", chuckles the boy. He kneels down and holds his hand out to you. You take his hand with both of your hands. He pulls you out of the mud. You wipe yourself off with your hands. "Well now, you're a beautiful mess!", he chuckles, putting his hand on his hip. You look up at him. You close your eyes and start to cry. You turn around and walk away. He follows you.
  "Hey, it was a compliment!", he shouts. You keep walking.
  "What kind of compliment is that?", you say, sobbing.
  "Ok, then I was joking, just please don't cry!", he says with concern. He frowns. You stop. Tears are falling from your eyes. He walks in front of you. "Just... please don't cry...", he says, softly. You look up at him. He slightly closes his eyes and moves his left hand over your cheek. He wipes away your tears on both sides of your face. You sniffle, looking up at him. "I never really thought of you as a mess... I was just trying to cheer you up... guess it didn't work too well...", he says, softly. You look up at him.
  "You knew I was upset?".
  "Sure I did, but it's so hard to tell when somebody's sad. And to put up with it is a beast! I prefer smiles over tears, especially if it's comin' from a girl...", says the boy, smiling and with a laugh. You look down. "You know something?". You look up. "Behind all that heat is a fine 'lil lady!", says the boy, with a smile and closing his eyes. You blush. You look to your left. "Hey, and I mean it this time!", he says, laughing. You look at him. He opens his eyes and looks at you. You stare at each other for a minute. He slowly moves his left hand over to your right cheek. He places his hand on your cheek. He closes his eyes and moves his lips towards yours. You close your eyes.
  "Miss ______!", you hear from behind. Nancy is running towards you, holding her dress and bonnet. You and the boy open your eyes wide. He moves his hand off of your cheek. You turn around. The boy looks at Nancy with a frown. Nancy grabs your hand. "Miss ______! I was looking all over for you!", says Nancy, hysterically. She grabs your wrist. "Look at you! You're a mess!". The boy smiles. Nancy pulls you closer to her. She looks at the boy. She frowns. "You vile heathen! How dare you bother her!". The boy laughs.
  "I didn't quite get that far...", he says, softly and with a grin. Nancy is very angry.
  "You fool! Get out of here!", says Nancy. They boy stays there. Nancy brushes her hands at him. "Go on! Git!". The boy walk away. Nancy holds on to your wrist, leading you to the carriage. You turn around and look at the boy. You notice that your bonnet is in the mud.
  "Wait!", you shout, letting go of the grasp on your wrist. The boy turns around. You run towards the mud. You grab the bonnet. You look up at the boy. He is frowning. You walk up to him. "Thank you...", you say, softly. You starts to pull out a pence from your pocket. He stops you, holding his left hand out. He closes his eyes with a smile.
  "No...", he says, smiling.
  "But it's your birthday! The least I could do is...".
  "You've done all that I've expected someone like you to do...".
  "And that is?".
  "Smile...", he says, smiling. He opens his eyes. "And yours is unforgettable...". You blush, your eyes gleaming at him.
  "Miss ______!", shouts Nancy.
  "Coming!", you say, looking at her. You look at the boy. "Bye...".
  "Bye...", he says, frowning. You walk towards Nancy. She grabs your wrist.
  "Don't you ever do that again!", she says. You turn to look at the boy. He waves at you with a smile. You walk with Nancy. You look at him.
  "Happy birthday!", you shout, smiling. He smiles.
  You get into the carriage, thinking "I will never forget you...". The boy watches as the carriage pulls away, thinking "You are unforgettable...".