AN: Hey guys! Another new story! Some of you might be mad because I deleted Just a Game but I honestly didn't like the story anymore. It was way too dramatic for me. Plus the OC I used in there has undergone a bunch of changes, which includes the name, eye color, and a couple of other things so it would be really confusing if I was still trying to write that story about her. So I'm writing this story with her in it since I think I like this fandom a bit more than Kuroshitsuji.
Disclaimer: I do not own 07 Ghost but I do own the OC in here whose name will be revealed in a later chapter. I also own any misspelling and/or grammatical error that may pop out during your reading of this fanfic.
Important note: I don't know if it's the version of Microsoft word I have or if it's the site but when I upload a story sometimes the text written in italics will bunch together with no spacing. Im terrible sorry if that happens and I'll try to fix that but just know when I wrote this is it was spaced correctly. It either does that or whatever is originally typed in bold (like this note) or in italic wont appear bold or italic.
Volume 1, Chapter 1: The Ghost proclaimed,
"Draw nigh, God's child, I bestow upon thee a blessing and a curse."
The Lamb's Messenger
Come hither child. Infant, still shrouded by the womb, hear my plea. I have seen what has yet to come. Your world is ending, the chain that held your world together will crumble fifteen years after your birth and a new world will be born from it's ashes, suspended in the air. Your tongue, your culture, your existence will be forgotten as life continues upon your worlds shattered remains. But child, listen please, you will survive. You will be shrouded once more in the darkness long forgotten and a voice will call out to you, you must not loose this voice for it will lead you to the light. You must carry a heavy burden; your body will remain isolated from the cogs of time and fate. Your heart will be heavy from memories of a world left behind and the loss of those you've yet to meet. I ask you to bear this burden, will you accept?
The child's soul, however small, flew towards the otherwise intimidating figure. It's feathery form landed into the palm of its visitor. It's wings ruffled a little and the bird trilled an ebullient tune. The skeletal being looked down hesitantly at the soul, so white, so small, and so untainted – it was beautiful. But he knew it wouldn't be the same again. The soul he first saw was worn, tattered, and so fragile it seemed as though this white soul had turned to glass. But one thing remained the same and he noticed it right away. Usually the wings given to a soul are there until they are born so that they are anchored to the earth and don't reappear until their death to take them back to heaven. His bony finger gently grazed the small birds wings, such strong wings for such a small bird and he knew they wouldn't be going away even after she was born. The bird was becoming transparent and beyond his hand was a transparent little girl. She didn't look any older than five, her hair was cropped short, but he knew it would grow, her dress was white, but he knew it would turn black.
"Mister?" The child called out to him like he was the most normal occurrence that ever occurred. And in some ways he was. The girl walked forward and her small transparent hand reached out to grab his tattered robe.
"Do you really want me to do this?" He nodded his head yes, knowing he'd have to. He had already violated the laws of his powers but he can't violate it any more than he has. The child titled her head to the side.
"Than why do you look like you don't wanna?" She asked him. It was because he didn't but it had to be done. The child frowned and let go of his robe and ran back to where she was, her hands clenching against each other nervously behind her.
"It sounds hard…I'm not very strong, or brave, or smart. I can't be a hero," the child exclaimed sadly. Her reality was telling her she couldn't do it but his reality knew she could.
"Child, you have a lot of bravery, knowledge, and strength in you. Why, it's in your soul." He gestured to the still transparent soul in his hand. This bird was her, but so was the girl, the bird was just a more raw version, one that did not deny itself. The child drew closer and looked at it, she only frowned more – she honestly didn't see anything special.
"This bird may be small now but later it will grow into a beautiful and strong bird. Graceful as a swan in flight, fast as a humming bird, and kinder than a dove, don't judge it yet." The girl took on a contemplated face but accepted his answer nonetheless, just like always.
"Okay! If you say so than I'll trust you, I'll take your job. But can you promise me something?" She asked. He extended his hand and she wrapped her small hand around one of his fingers.
"When this mission is over you have to promise me that you will be the one that takes me home!" She had a determined look on her face, as if daring him to deny her. He withdrew his hand away and he knelt on one knee and lowered his head placing a hand where a heart would be. The girl looked at him curiously.
"I promise you that when the time comes and your mission is done I will be the one to escort you home." This girl smiled and the bird took flight. It flew in circles over the girl as if trying to relay a message.
"We are running out of time." The girl looked at the being with a sad expression.
"My child, it is time for you to be born." The girl was becoming more and more transparent by the second. Before she would fade back with the bird completely he held his hand above her head.
"May God be with you."
A girl woke with a start, nearly hitting her head against the ceiling of her cabin. She placed a hand on her forehead where sweat was prominent. That dream again, she thought, no, I was just remembering. She looked out the window her small cabin provided. The trees and snow of the scenery outside whirled by in blurs as her train moved ever more closer to her destination.
"Excuse me passengers," the voice of one of the conductors voice rang through the train "we'll be reaching the seventh district in a little more than an hour. Thank you for choosing the District Express for your journey." Once the announcement was over she moved off the small bed and began packing her small amount of belongings.
"Come hither child," she quoted her dream and let out a small laugh.
"Such a dramatic phrase."
AN: Her name won't be revealed in this chapter but if want to know what she looks like than just copy and paste the link in a url box but remove the spaces.
: / / . a r t / O C – – 8
If it doesn't work then there's a link to my deviantart on my profile.
It has her name on there so you don't have to read the artist's comment box or if you would rather use your imagination for now that's cool too. Also, I don't know who exactly to pair her with in this story. I know Teito and her will play a major role in this story but exactly whom I should pair her with is a mystery to me. Review or PM me with your recommendation ;)