A/N: Well. Kuroshitsuji is my new obsession lately, so I'm going to try to write as many fanfics as possible. :P I do not own Kuroshitsuji, I'm just a fan who has no life. x.x Reviews make me smile like Finny! xD Critique is of course always welcome. C: Oh, and I'm almost done with chap 3, by the way! But first I've got to get the first two up and finish writing the third… x.x But anyway! Enjoy~
I followed the mysterious music down a side alley, my heels clicking against the concrete. "Curiosity killed the cat" kept resounding in my mind, but of course I paid no attention and pushed my feet forward anyway.
The music was getting louder as I walked along. It was to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down". As I reached an ominous doll shop, I began to grow very uneasy, but I was drawn to the music.
No sooner had I walked inside, though, than I barely had time to just glimpse the face of a freaky-looking man in a top hat before I was yanked out the window and gently lowered onto the ground.
"W-what the-?" I stammered, suddenly finding myself looking into a pair of childish and warm blue-green eyes. I tried not to blush furiously and crossed my arms over my black-lace-clad chest. (Yes, that's right, I had indeed been wearing a dress the whole time. One of the very rare occasions you will actually catch me in one.)
The boy backed up quickly, blushing slightly, then lifted me into his arms and took off running.
"No time," my rescuer called down to me, in an actual British accent, no less, which meant he was born here, unlike me. Did I mention I was born in stupid, drab old Mississippi? Nothing ever goes on there. "I'll explain later. My name's Finny. I'll sneak you off to bed somehow for tonight, but tomorrow you'll have to speak to Master, alright?"
I nodded, somewhat baffled. "Thanks for saving me."
"Oh, don't mention it. I'm just glad we finally caught him in the act is all," Finny responded grimly.
If becoming any more confused at that moment was possible for me, I did. I had no idea what was going on.
A few more seconds and we arrived at a small carriage with three other people inside. One was a red-haired girl with glasses dressed in maids' attire, the second was a man with short blond hair and light blue eyes smoking a cigarette. The third was a very small old man with a monocle and dressed in a suit, seated at the front and steering the horses.
" Oi, Finny," Cigarette Guy (who also had a British accent) lectured, glaring, "Can't you stop acting like a loon for two minutes, just long enough to perform a simple task? Bloody hell. Anyway… Hullo… I'm Baldroy, the cook, I'm sure you already know who Finny is, and this is Mey-Rin and Tanaka," he added flatly, gesturing to the old man and the girl.
"Um… Hi everyone… Vanessa Williams. Nice to meet you," I replied shakily. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna…" My voice trailed off as my head hit Finny's shoulder and I fell fast asleep.
