Kuroshitsuji fanfic{OC only} part 2

{continued from part one, please read the description and thank you for giving it a chance}

**the previous day**

Nota was in the kitchen of a dimly lit home, it was fairly large not far from London but in an area that allowed for privacy. Nota's grey blue eyes watched the stove he was making tea as his mind ran through what he was surely going to have to do before the end of the day. He moved from the stove to prepare the silver tray he was going to take to his current master, an elderly but highly skilled doctor who lived alone. The doctor had out lived his wife and his children were far away grown up and living their own lives. Nota had letters prepared to send to the children to inform them of their father's death. He had planned to call in a local maid to help make sure the final preparations were taken care of. The call to the undertaker, and care for the home until the children arrived so that he may be buried.  Nota poured gathered the tea and a small bit of soft bread to take to his master. He had been serving this man for nearly 5 years now but had some dark stains upon his soul from some patient deaths. Nota knew when he met the man that he had a good heart and as he had done in the past agreed to make a contract with him, when the man's life would run out Nota would purify his soul. In exchange the man was to work on finding cures and techniques to further the field of medicine. So far the man's efforts had only produced one cure. One meant to clear up symptoms of a type of hazardous lung infection, one version of it managed to remove the contagiousness of a strand of the infection. The other was to help clear up a majority of the disorder on a strand of the infection usually passed on from mother to child, allowing the infected to survive.

Nota was quite proud of his master's accomplishment, sadly though he had yet to publish about it. His health had deteriorated quite heavily within this past year. Nota reached the room and carefully walked in, his bed ridden master was mostly in darkness, the light from outside had begun to bother him. Nota held out the cup carefully to the elderly man. He took it with shaky hands and sipped. "Thank you Caraway." This was the name that the elderly man had used to address him. Nota did have a name but preferred the names he got from his various masters to it as it reminded him of his past and what had placed him out of heaven. Nota retrieved the tea cup seeing his master had finished it "Your welcome, Sir. " Nota handed over the bread on a cloth napkin then sat the tray aside to clean up the stack of books his master had been thumbing through. "Caraway." The elderly master was watching Nota. Nota stopped and looked to him "Yes sir." There was silence between them both before the elderly man finally managed to ask his question "…Will it…be painful. When it's over." There was a lot of hesitation to his voice, he was obviously afraid of the answer. Nota gave a gentle sigh and stood up strait "For you there should be no pain, I can see your passing will be slow, gentle. Much like falling asleep, from what I understand of your soul after it has left your body the purification should allow your soul to be much lighter, much easier to take off to heaven for peace." Nota gave a gentle smile trying to reassure him. The elderly master nodded "I always hoped that those I couldn't save went peacefully like that."

Nota carefully gathered the cloth napkin as his master had finished eating he took the tray again. "Even if they felt pain before I'm sure they found their way to the better place." As Nota was about to leave the elderly man spoke up once again "Heaven" he paused then spoke once more "I know you haven't been there in quite a while, I know you never really spoke of why you were taken from there. What is it like though?" Nota glanced back and smiled again though a little sadly "For humans it is hard to put into words, but it's a place of great peace, delight, and nearly overwhelming joy. Aside from that I am sure you wife will be pleased to be reunited with you once more." The elderly master gave a relaxed smile now "Thank you Caraway." Nota gave a small bow "You are welcome sir." He started out again to clean and pass the time.

The following night Nota was at his master's side holding his hand. The elderly man had fallen asleep around the previous night and had yet to awaken. Nota could see his breathing starting to fade and the rhythm in his chest begin to slow. The rhythm stopped now and Nota got to work, he had to do this before the reaper arrived. His wings forced their way out a small amount of dark color blood dripped from them. He took in a breath then removed the cinematic record and began to cleanse it. Despite his decent to a fallen he was still pure enough to accomplish this. Though he knew very well that there would be a time when he would simply be nothing more than a heartless demon. He shook those thoughts for now focusing on helping the man, his former master.  A glow formed on the inside palm of Nota and on the shoulder of the elderly master. The glow got brighter until it dimmed once more the mark vanished from them both and the cinematic record waited to be taken.  

Nota looked to it and gave a nod "Thank you for what you have done Sir.." Suddenly the peace was broken when a small applaud was given. Nota tensed, his eyes darted around for the source when out stepped from the shadows a man, no a shinigami, dressed in a dark blue suit, his hair was a dark brown with a vibrant blue streak of hair that passed over his glasses and eyes. His eyes…they were unlike any shinigami eyes he was familiar with instead of the odd green yellow color they were red and yellow. Nota felt rather alarmed but kept himself calm externally at least. The shinigami was not especially tall roughly shorter then Nota himself. In the shinigami's hand he noticed the death scythe a sledge hammer with a sharp metal top.  A smirk hide the shinigami's infamous sharp teeth. "well well what do we have here." His voice was almost seductive, fairly deep and chilling. Nota frowned "His soul is what you want. Take it." Nota simply said edging toward the window to make his escape. The shinigami shook his head "Oh I don't want that, I have heard of you, the fallen who has been cleansing souls, you are one of the many little annoyances who would have known that you would have such a great body." Nota just watched not wanting to make a sudden move yet. The shinigami continued "My name is Morte Amara." His grip tightened on the sledge hammer "Your body and soul are mine!" he leapt across the bed. Nota jumped to the side barely evading the strike but still getting a cut to the inside of one of his wings. He started to run down the steps the shinigami pursued.
Morte leapt from the top of the stairs down at Nota. Nota brought his wings forward the dark feathers bound together, when the slash crossed them it let out a sound like metal scraping metal.

Nota was not born to be a fighter but this was an ability he had discovered he had after he fell. Nota managed to land on his feet. He jumped back as soon as he stopped sliding reaching to the feathers on the inside of his wings he threw them out he flew toward Morte as he landed. The feather struck but Morte only paused for a moment he then looked up at Nota and smirked. He licked the blood from a wound on his hand "What will your blood taste like Fallen? What will tears taste like?" he laughed insanely and rushed toward Nota again. Nota tried to take to the air but was to late another slash was made and cut deep a crossed his body his blood dotted Morte's face and most of the ground. Nota fell back forcing the doors open his wing struck the wall toppling a large mirror between him and Morte. Nota lay on the ground  twisted, in pain. Morte licked the blood from his face "Ah, it tastes like abandoned heaven." He spoke in almost a operatic fashion. He gave a chuckle now and slowly started toward Nota dragging the sledge hammer across the ground "What will your body feel like, I am curious to find out, let us not waste anymore time." He gave another insane laugh but stopped; he sounded as though something at cut him off. Nota forced himself up slightly grabbing a hand full of feathers. He gritted his teeth trying to suppress the horrible pain. His vision focused as he saw Morte standing frozen staring at his reflection in the mirror. Nota glanced to it his stomach knotted seeing a horrid figure in it, the shinigami's refection. Morte suddenly smashed the mirror "that's not me that's not me that'snotmethat'snotme!" He muttered many times over until it was just a blurred mess of words. Nota's blue grey eyes shifted a moment turn red, he took this chance Morte's weakened state, and threw out the feathers the shinigami cried out and fell back pierced many times over. Nota forced himself to his feet and quickly drove in more to him. Nota groaned his eyes shifted back to their former angelic look. He shook his head then took to the night sky. Rain began to pour down.  Nota glanced back to the shinigami who was rolling on the floor from the pain he was in. He shook his head; it would appear that the shinigami was quite insane and that he was finding himself diving deeper into a demonic darkness.

Nota got to inside of the city he landed in an alley way his body was shaking now. The wound had burdened him the whole way and now he was starting to feel weak from it. His body did heal at a speed much faster than a humans but the wound was done from a shinigami weapon it would take longer to recover, even scar. He closed his eyes, he had to find some way to get help he recalled a form he had taken before, one that could likely get him help without question. His wings closed around his body the shrunk in tighter and finally forced their way into his back once more. Nota was now in the form of a black dog. He started out onto the street limping, unfortunately there was few people left on the street now he whimpered trying to get someone's attention but went ignored. "So much in such a short time." Nota spoke to himself. He opened his eyes in the dimly lit home his hand traced over the freshly sewed wound once more. "Had she not found me I would likely have died from this wound" he thought. He gave a gentle sigh and closed his eyes once more now his attention turned toward his savior. It was obvious she was a pure soul she would gain nothing from being cleansed, but her situation, her illness seemed to be the one his former master had worked to cure. Perhaps he could at least repay her with this. His thoughts were disturbed by loud and ghastly coughing. He stood up redressing himself quickly and moved to her room. He opened the door slowly and peaked in his eyes widened in horror as he saw Morte standing over the girl ready to bring his death scythe down upon her.


*end of chapter 2*