Requested by @KCCourtneyx
Enjoy!~
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Info:
-you are CIEL'S twin, NOT Alois'. This is NOT incest!! Just wanted to make that clear :)
-you and Ciel are fourteen, whilst Alois is fifteen (cause he's a year older than Ciel, I believe) (and yes, both sides aged up by a year)
-you and your twin (Ciel) are very emotionally attached to one another
-you and Alois are betrothed
-Alois and Ciel are actually friends here
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HEY YA'LL! I'M BACK! Just got home from the school trip early this morning (at like 2:30 am)! (5/2/19) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

PS: Sorry this took forever to come out!! I've been at school again and trying to get more sleep, but with schoolwork and all that never really works..heheh. :P
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Your POV
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I stare up at the sky, blinking with my wonder-filled eyes. I'm only nine in this moment, but part of me knows that I'm older. In my mind, at least.

I'm more knowledgeable than people realize. They just see me as a delusional and idiotic child, and same with my twin, Ciel. We're both underestimated, but still very bright and bubbly.

Little did we know that only a year later, our manor would burn down in flames, taking everything with it. Including our parents.

Ciel is by my side, looking at the sky with me. We're both pointing our shapes we see in the clouds. It's become a tradition type of thing for us. We do this whenever we can. If one of us is feeling down, the other will drop everything and do this with them to cheer them up. Or if we're both just wanting to do this, we will.

Too soon, we're called inside. So with that, we stand and race one another back into the place we called home. We call home.

When we enter the building as our mother holds open the door for us whilst chuckling, we stop abruptly and instinctively clasp one another's hand. Nobody really cares that we do this, as we're very close siblings. Have been since birth. Rarely ever separated.

Today is the day that we would meet my betrothed, named Alois Trancy. We already met Ciel's, who's our cousin, Elizabeth Midford. It's a little weird, but it's normal here.

Our mother ushers us to sit in the couch, and I lead Ciel over to it and sit with him. Hands still interlocked. We both see the world in similar ways, but still vastly different. He sees many bright things in life, as if he's oblivious to all of the wrongs. While I, on the other hand, focus more on the reality and negatives.

I'm not necessarily a downer, but I'm not an optimist, either. It's a completely different story for Ciel, though. I wish he could've kept his happiness all throughout his life. But apparently that's not how the universe works. That's not what it wants for him, and for me.

Without even realizing it, the front door opens as the Trancy family step inside. This male I'm supposed to marry when I'm older has blonde hair and icy blue eyes. I am one year younger than him, meaning he's ten years old.

He's very enthusiastic and cheerful, which puts me on edge a little. I still like him, however. Though, just from one glance at him, I can tell something's off about him. I just can't put my finger on what that might be.

The family steps inside as my father shuts the door, my mother sitting down right next to me. Father sits beside Ciel, and the Trancy family sit on the couch across from us. They're all wearing huge smiles. It makes me want to smile, too, but I just can't bring myself to.

Ciel gives them a tiny grin, but is put off by my husband-to-be. I can't blame him, but I truly hope they get along. If not now, then in the future. I'm hoping for the same things between him and I.

If we get married and we always have fights, I don't want to be with him. I'd be wasting so much time with him in my life when I could be looking for the one who I am meant to be with. But is there really that soulmate out there for me? For anyone?

Then my mind drifts off to my parents, then I glance at my brother. That's when an answer pops into my head.

Yes. Everyone has a soulmate, whether they meet them in this lifetime or not. Just take my parents, for example. Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive.

The perfect couple I've ever seen.

I want to have a relationship like theirs. And if not for me, then for Ciel with Elizabeth.

Hopefully for the both of us.

I keep a straight face as they introduce themselves to Ciel and I. My body is stiff, uneasy. I've never been good at meeting new people. That's Ciel's thing, not mine. I'm more reserved than he is.

The only name that sticks with me is my betrothed's name. Alois Trancy. As well as his brother's name, Luka. How cute they are, aren't they?

I shake my head a bit as I notice that I'm admiring them. To them, however, they probably see my state as an unfriendly one as they shift uncomfortably in their seat. I drop my intense look and just give them a laidback smile, seeming to give them relief and ease the tension in the air.

Following my lead, and taking my smile as an okay, Ciel grins too. Our parents look at us with happiness, a weight lifted off their shoulders.

I know that feeling. A release from the stress.

I may only be nine right now, but I've seen more things than you could possibly imagine for a kid to see. Things they will never unsee for the rest of their lives.

I'm partially joking.

Partially.

I sit up taller and introduce myself, a shy hint to my tone. "Hello. My name is YN Phantomhive."

"And I'm Ciel Phantomhive, YN's twin brother."

"Pleased to make your acquaintances," we both finish together, slightly shocking the Trancy's.

That was how I met the love of my life, Earl Alois Trancy.

Then the tragedy happened.

A Year Later...

The manor had burned down by this point in time, and I'm sobbing. I can't find my brother, but I can sense that he's still alive. I know for a fact that our parents are dead, though.

I run off into the forest and only stop when I can't see the smoke rising from my home any longer. I collapse to my knees and cough into my hands, tears breaking up my breathing as I hiccup. Pulling myself together, I stand once more, legs shaking.

I wipe the dirt onto my ripped dress and wander around to find my way out.

I eventually do, and I'm in the streets of London in no time.

Not even an hour later, I'm knocked out in an alleyway.

When I awaken, I'm not where I last closed my eyes at. I'm now in a dark and cold room, causing me to shiver and drag my limbs closer to my body for heat. I'm sitting in a corner, trembling in fear.

Where am I?

Someone enters, and chills run up and down my spine. Not in the good way, either.

What do they want with me..?

The answer to those questions were not good ones. I was turned into a slave. Beaten until I could barely move or breathe.

Years later, I managed to escape with my battered and bruised body. Scarred. Quite literally.

I found my way home, to the burned down manor, only to find it rebuilt again. How I knew where to go, or how long ago this was built again, I wouldn't know for a while. My memory had my back this time, and this place was rebuilt by my very own brother.

Ciel Phantomhive.

We cried once we saw each other again. Hugging and sobbing as we fell to the floor, holding each other so tightly as if we'd lose the other again.

He allowed me to stay in the manor with him, in my own room right next to his so he can keep an eye on me. For fear of me being taken again, after I told him my story.

One fateful day, Alois Trancy came to visit my brother. Only to find me. Tears flooded his eyes as he ran my way, colliding into me and we stumbled onto the floor from the force of the impact. I didn't mind.

Over the years, I realized that I was in love with Alois. Despite never being near him for so long, I still loved him. I loved him ever since I met him, even if it didn't seem like it.

Ciel and Alois hated each other then. Things had changed drastically, not only just with their relationship. They both changed individually.

Alois is dangerous and has Borderline Personality Disorder, and Ciel is cold-hearted and emotionless. Again, I didn't care. I loved them all the same.

The two made a deal and became friends for my sake, as Alois and I were still getting married in the future.

"As long as you're happy," Ciel said to me, before turning to Alois, "and that you're treating my sister right. I'll allow it."

I had squealed and hugged Ciel, who immediately wrapped his arms around me too. Alois just smiled and cheered, thanking my brother immensely.

And now here we are, in the present.

This is the day that Alois and I are getting married. For real.

Ciel is Alois' best man, obviously, and he's going to walk me down the aisle as he's the closest to our father. That's why someone like Sebastian or Claude won't be the ones to walk me down.

Elizabeth is my bridesmaid. So is Mey-Rin.

Ciel and Elizabeth aren't married yet, but will be soon. We just know that after this, Lizzy will be ranting excitedly about how she wants their wedding to be. And Ciel will follow through with most of it (or some of it), just to make her happy.

When I walk down the aisle with my brother, all eyes lock on me. I'm in my beautiful dress with my hair done adorably, and I'm staring at the floor with a shy grin on my face. Nervously.

I look up and make eye contact with my almost-husband, Alois. He's smiling brightly at me, encouraging. I feel more confident and lift my chin up high, just like my brother would do.

Phantomhive is my name, even if it's changed by marrying this man. My love. I will always be a Phantomhive at heart.

Nothing can change where I came from, or what happened in my lifetime.

I say my vows and so does Alois, and the priest tells him to "kiss the bride," meaning me.

But I don't want to forget.

Alois and I lean in, locking our lips together as the crowd cheers for us. Applause.

I don't want anything in my past to change.

He holds me in such a way that I feel loved and safe, like how I feel when I hug Ciel when I'm upset or scared. I feel complete.

If things were different, I wouldn't be who I am today.

We break apart and rest our foreheads against each other's, staring into our partner's eyes. The celebratory shouts and whistles go to the back of my mind, only focusing on my husband.

That's my story.

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-CastrarWolf