world, quite literally, was black and white for you and it had been that way
for what felt like a very long time. You were one of the unlucky kind, fated to
only gain their sight of color upon meeting their soulmate. Some were lucky
enough to be born with words marring their skin, or have visions placed in
their mind. But you, Y/n, were perpetually trapped in a blind abyss. One that
served as a constant reminder that you were alone in a world of lovers. That
was the black and white, soulmates and loners. There was a thrumming divide
between the two kinds of people, regardless of what fated divine practice led
them to their other halves. In a black and white world, there was no escape of
it made you more callous, cut off from people because you couldn’t truly
experience the world and they could. Even your perspective was black and white.
Perhaps if you had a soulmate you wouldn’t be so bitter. So pessimistic. You
preferred to be called realistic, but that was subjective.
a world you couldn’t fully be a part of, even your comforts were removed. Though
that couldn’t be blamed on one person directly, as it was an alien invasion. After
the first exposure of the so-called Avengers, your take on the world became a
little less black and white.
the literal sense.
one moment, you went from interviewing random bystanders about the recent incident
in Germany for a freelance piece, the next there was a giant gaping hole torn
through the sky with horrific looking figures spilling out of it. There were no
words to describe the horror of having your ideas on cookie cutter reality
shattered. Instead of running as everyone else did, you had done the only thing
you knew, stick your nose where you didn’t belong to write a new piece.
saw them before they saw you, some you recognized from the recent Germany exposure.
The dinky camera in your hand moved faster than you thought it could. Snapping
photos, wonderful exclusives that would give your name the meaning you’d only
dreamt of. While those aliens were frightening, your self-preservation lost as
you tried to creep closer to the scene.
is, until one of them turned around to see you.
Get out of here!” Your head whipped away from the camera at the sound, eyes
meeting the female of the group.
There was so much vibrant red. She was
red. You didn’t even realize red could be so beautiful. Yet there she was, your
red amongst a black and white world.
hardly noticed her own slackened jaw as she met your eyes, far too overwhelmed by
the new color intruding on the world around you. You didn’t care that someone
grabbed your arm and tore you away to find shelter in a café, distracted by the
civilians red nail polish. You hadn’t even know that your own shoes were red.
then she was gone and you had no way of contacting her again because the world
was not gray and kind for those trapped in black and white.
I have just peeked the spoiler tag. I didn’t even know in which chapter we were, I’ve fallen behind since the whole start of this new arc.
And now I’m feeling like I was back in chapter 94, when I unintentionally caught glimpses of the chapter
I had stopped reading Kuro for like 2 years then, and literally devoured the chapters I had left behind just to get to chapter 94 and understand it.
And now we’re here again.
No, don’t worry, no spoiler images from chapter 127 on this post
This is why I love Kuroshitsuji, man.
I don’t care about the fan hate and negativity that flies around at times, I care about the story and the emotional impact and the plot twists and considerations and brainstorming we can do and the art and talent of Toboso Yana and how all this has been improving in the past decade she has shared her work with us.
Yeah, I know folks are shocked with chapter 127, and so am I. Because I had to once again be reminded how fucking amazing Kuroshitsuji is. I should know better by now.