"Anthony. Anthony!"
A young teen was snapped back into reality at the sound of his father calling his name.
"Huh? What? I'm listening." He snapped at his father before realizing it.
His father, William T. Spears, looked down at his son and let the comment slid for now. He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh.
"If you were listening you would have answered straight away." He said as he pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Sorry, Pop." Anthony said hanging his head.
He didn't even look up as the office door opened.
"You're late Ronald." William said, leaning back into his chair as he looked up at the two toned blond reaper.
Ronald shook his head and placed his finished paperwork in the inbox on William's desk. He looked over at Anthony and then to Will.
"What happened?" He asked when Anthony's head slid out of his hands and made contact with the desk.
William simply sighed and went back to scribbling down notes on the paperwork he had yet to finish. The blond walked over and placed both hands on his supervisor's desk.
"Why does Anth look bummed out?" He asked in a hushed tone.
William glanced up at the blond and leaned in.
"He hasn't been concentrating as of late and his studies have been slow." He answered.
Ronald sighed and shook his head once again.
"William... he's only fifteen years old. It'll come to him eventually." Ronald said.
Anthony sighed as he listen his parents talk. He knew they were talking about him and was fed up with it at that point. He stood up and hooked his training scythe to his belt.
"Where are ya going, young man?" Ronald asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
Anthony sighed and ran a hand through his dark brown cowlick.
"To London for a lil walk. I won't be long, mum." He replied almost as fast as he disappeared.
Before he knew it, Anthony was away from his worried, overprotective parents and in London, England. It was his favorite place, if not his only place to go to whenever his parents stressed him out or whenever he just needed to be alone. He jumped along the rooftops, feeling the cool autumn breeze caress his face. He let out a deep happy sigh but that seemed to change almost at an instant when he looked down into the alleyway he was hanging above. A young boy, about his age was backed into a corner, holding a pistol at the man who was threatening him.
Without thinking, Anthony jumped down and cut the man with his sickle. The man whipped around to face Anthony, only to find no one there as well as the boy.
Meanwhile, Anthony jumped from rooftop from rooftop and landed into a different alley to set the boy down only to get slapped square in the face.
"Hey! What was that f-"
"And what's a reaper doing rescuing me?"
Anthony's mouth opened agape as he recognized the voice, even though he heard it once before. He looked upon the face of the boy before. The short blue hair and the expensive earl-like clothing, but what really gave him away was the piercing right blue eye and left eye that was currently covered by an eye patch. Anthony stepped back a bit. He had saved none other than Ciel Phantomhive, the one person his father had warned him never to cross paths with.