MorikoHaruka

My mom always used to tell me that there were two kinds of people. The Right people, the ones who believed there was a something, if not a God, up in the sky that created mankind, and the Wrong people, those who did not believe in a God or a heaven or even in Hell. I grew up this way, thinking I would grow up to be a Right person, believing in a magical man who awaited people with open arms in a beautiful white utopia, where people wore beautiful, white robes and had large, feathery wings. Where harps were heard everywhere, and where no one could hurt you. Where all the bad people, the killers and druggies, went to Hell, where they were punis

The Phantomhive manor had been your home for the past two years now, since you were ten years old. Your life up until two years ago was something you hoped you never had to live again, for as long as you lived. Though the Earl Phantomhive had taken you in off the streets, you didn't exactly feel welcomed by him. The others, Tanaka, Baldroy, Finni, Mey-Rin, and Sebastian all seemed to enjoy your company, but the Young Master did not seem to favor your presence as much. He seemed to always stare at you, and he always had that frown on his face that looked to you like a scowl of disapproval, when in actuality, it was more of a poker face, hiding