I know... It's short, probably shorter than usual. This will be a two-shot. Possibly a three-shot~ Enjoy!

"Today's history homework is on page 306." said the teacher.

The bell rang shrilly, awakening all the students.

"Class dismissed!"

Within a minute, the great majority of the classroom was emptied. A short 14-year old named Ciel Phantomive calmly stacked all his notebooks and textbooks and placed them in his dark blue messenger bag. He believed education was a thing to be respected and appreciated, unlike all those…. hooligans.

Ciel packed all his belongings and walked out of class. "See you tomorrow, teacher." bid Ciel.

"Bye, Ciel!" said the teacher of his history class.

Even though he was a first-year, he adapted quite quickly. Students mostly ignored him and thought of him as some high and mighty rich kid. Well, that couldn't be denied since his father owned Funtom Company, but he wasn't a snob.

As the boy walked briskly down the hallways looking for his locker, he spotted his classmates and other schoolmates doing the usual things: listening to music, fooling around, and pushing around too. He sighed and looked down to the floor.

It must have been his lucky day, because there was a penny on the floor. Ciel knew it was a ridiculous thing to do, but he bent down to pick it up anyway.

"Ow…" he said softly. Another penny clattered to the floor next to him after it made hard contact with his neck.

He absolutely hated that stupid tradition where the upperclassmen got to throw pennies at the freshmen as an ironic joke.

Ciel recovered quickly and continued walking. 'It's a month into the school year and they're still doing that?! Ugh.' he thought to himself.

He finally found his locker. It was in the middle row and near his mathematics classroom.

The fourteen-year old boy approached his locker, which was number 14, equivalent to his age. His "best friend", Alois Trancy, stood there waiting for him.

"Hey, CIEL~~~!" Alois called, even when the two of them were only standing a foot apart.

Ciel sighed. "Hi, Alois." His self-proclaimed best friend was such a nuisance, but he was better company than others.

He opened his locker and placed his book inside, just trying to ignore Alois' nonstop blathering about a senior he recently met- someone called "Claude-the-super-duper-hot-mess-with-the-sexiest- face-glasses-build-and-everything-ever!"

Ciel slammed the blue-gray locker door shut, wishing he was slamming his fist into Alois' mouth instead. He turned to face the overly excited blonde first-year.

"Don't you have better things to do, Alois? Classes to get to? Boys to flirt with? You always say that I'm a bore yet you're here. Go talk with Claude or something."

Alois whined and gave his exaggeratedly flirtatious smile. He stroked Ciel's cheek as he said, "Ciel~ How I could leave you, my best friend, behind?"

Just as Ciel slapped his friend's hand away, he felt another hand placed a bit too low on his back.

"Stop sexually harassing people, you slut!"

Alois didn't back off, but only giggled. "Oh Ciel, you're so funny. I know! I'll take you to meet Claude!"

The Trancy boy roughly grabbed Ciel's hand and dragged him to go find Claude. He was forced to hold on to his messenger bag and his friend's hand for dear life!

"A-Alois! Slow down a bit!"

Alois just continued dragging him through the slowly crowding hallways of their high school. He tried to take a positive look at this situation.

'At least I'm not being dragged by that creepy Druitt kid or tha-'

"Oof!"

Ciel bumped into another student, and Alois had gone on not even noticing! HE sat on the floor rubbing his throbbing forehead and trying to collect his fallen belongings.

"Are you alright?"

'Woah, who's that?' was all Ciel could think.

Ciel looked up to see the owner of that sexy masculine voice offering him a hand.