DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters from the anime that I used, all I do own is a few posters of the Undertaker… Kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso. All that belongs to me is the plot and the O.C Alice.

CHAPTER ONE

She stood in front of her mirror, currently stuck in one of her infamous self loathing sessions as she verbally pointed out her own flaws to no one in particular. From her frizzy, untamable curls, to the freckles scattered carelessly across her small nose, her overly pale skin which only served to make her permanently pink cheeks stand out even more. The only feature she really found that worked to her advantage was her eyes. Yet the only comments she really ever got about them was how they reminded people of a cats due to their shape or how smoky makeup suited them due to their strange color or the most classic one she had ever heard to date… being how sad they looked and how they simply seemed to see right through a person's very soul.

Junior school had been cruel to her as a young child suffering with asthma, due to her stunted growth through the usage of her medication, so being smaller than most around her made her a target for school bullies.

High school hadn't been any less forgiving than junior school, the only difference was she made a steady group of friends whom she deeply adored and cared for, anyone else and she couldn't give a damn if they dropped dead in front of her. Been in her personality, when her friends were out partying, she was at home with her nose stuck in a book or busy drawing. Eventually she was summed up as a recluse, which evidently was a term she didn't want to acquire as it was social suicide inducing, not that she had much of a social life beyond her school life.

"Ugh why can't I be like those anime chicks whom are all so perfect?" she grumbled as she flopped down on her double bed going through her mental list of achievements, which she still hadn't accomplished much to her utter disdain, which only served to sour her current mood even more that it had originally been in the first place.

She hadn't had a boyfriend in a while as they simply felt too threatened by her independence and all along she had like a fool led herself to believe that she was just too much of a tsundere which scared them away. She groaned in the most un-lady like manner rolling onto her stomach. Her life was hurtling ahead of her at a scary pace, to the extent that she didn't even have the time to contact any of her old friends which now had sadly deemed her friendless and alone as always. However at her current point in her life she preferred the solitude even when at times it felt simply to overwhelming to bear on her own.

She was far from a lady she cursed like a sailor and had a temper on her that she wasn't afraid to hide. She had always been a child with a mean streak and with maturing it simply returned even worse than before. What had scared some people the most was the fact that she could be seething with rage and hide it under a sickeningly sweet, candy coated smile and a voice that dripped like the stickiest golden honey.

To state it simply, the female was unpredictable, she was like a hurricane and when she hit, she hit home hard. She had slowly gone back to her reclusive ways, suffering with insomnia even though she worked herself dead most days. When sleep did find her the world around her was cruel, plaguing her with vivid nightmares that left her making calls to the involved parties at ungodly hours just to make sure they were really okay. She felt out of place in her own time been fascinated with the old world, the only thing she didn't seem to come to terms with was the ideologies that they lived with where woman had to be established and how certain things where improper. She felt like she belonged in those times more so than the current century she was stuck in.

She rolled over again almost resembling a fish out of water with her restless thrashing, her once neat bed now a mess from her indecisiveness. She just wanted to sleep as she sat up dead straight on her bed and stared in the mirror again.

"Fuck the bags under my eyes are bigger than my boobs." She grimaced poking at the discolored flesh which made her eyes look withdrawn and empty.

Another fault she picked out, with age (not that she could exactly boast about it been hardly even twenty three years old) her tongue had become sharper and her sarcasm seemed far to advanced for the people she found herself surrounded by. Most of the times she couldn't even bite back her comments as they came out in a deadpan leaving the victims of her harsh words giggling like rabid hyena, unsure of how to take her and more than often struggling to find a suitable reply which led to them inconspicuously trying to change the subject to avoid any further humiliation by her, not that these subject changes ever went unnoticed by her. And more so they simply proved her private assumptions to be true.

That was why she was most probably still single. Most of her ex boyfriends had coldly called her Nancy Drew since nothing ever escaped her. If they cheated, she knew before they even thought she did. If they lied, she had the uncanny ability to catch them in the act be it immediately or a few hours after. No small detail, mannerism or anything as a matter of fact went unnoticed by the female. Though when one looked at her directly she wore a constant look of boredom on her face, devoid of any real emotion, simply sitting and observing quietly when the fools around her assumed she was oblivious and too aloof, just like the behavior displayed by a lazy feline.

She let out a deep huff of air, allowing her cheeks to puff out as she did so before flopping back down and rolling onto her side snuggling into her pillows as sleep finally decided to pay her a visit. Little did she know that when she woke up, life as she had once known it would all but seize to exist and she'd be faced with new challenges which she didn't really need at that point in her life.