Chapter 1 - First Day in New England
The gaunt man sat in the pouring rain, his voice slurred from being drunk, hiccups escaped every once in awhile. "Twenty-four bottles of beer on the wall, Twenty-four bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it *hic* around. Twenty….ah fudge I give up" He slurred, and slowly stood up, his drenched trench coat clung close to his body, he shook most of the water off of his leather boots, his black backpack hung loosely, this man didn't know where he was, but once he saw a bar he immediately liked this place, he found some friends, and once he heard their accents he knew that he was somewhere in England. How he got here, he didn't know. It confused him to the core, one minute he was in Virginia the next thing he knew, he was in one of his most Favorite places!
As he traveled into the forest, not really knowing where he was going, he found a big house. What were those called? He thought to himself with a chuckle, the night sky that was filled with clouds showed him no mercy, the rain poured down louder and harder then ever before. Just the way he liked his weather, cold and damp. He rolled his shoulders back and walked up to the Mansion, finding it had no door bell he grabbed the knocker and hit it hard on the door. The entrance opened in a flash, a tall man standing before him, "How may I help you, sir?" He looked up at the man's red eyes, "Creepy…I mean.. Uh…I need a place to stay" He replied, still staring into the red gaze.
The man nodded and looked down with a sigh, "The master is sleeping, but I suppose I can get a room for you tonight, with a change of clothes. May I ask of you name, sir?"
He blinked, "My name? Angel, Angel Barany" A smirk touched the butler's lips, "I'll show you to your room, Mr. Barany" Angel quickly followed him, "But what's your name?" His question sounded out of breath, since he had practically had to jog along with the butler's long strides. "I'm Sebastian Michaelis" Hearing the guest tire he slowed down, "My apologies, Mr. Barany"
"What are you apologizing for? It's totally fine" Even though the man was drunk, he still had respect and manners, by only a little bit though, most of them are lost with the empty beer bottles, as he leaves them on the bar's counter for the waitress's to pick up. As the beer was getting digested in his stomach, he burped, and looked up at the man "Sorry, excuse me" Sebastian nodded back at him, already knowing that the man was drunk by the way he smelled. He opened the door to a small guest room, or small in Sebastian's opinion, "Wow this is huge" He whispered, knowing that most people were asleep. He couldn't help but chuckle at the drunk man's expression. "I'll come back with new clothes" He wandered off, Angel took off his leather black boots, and his black trench coat. Underneath the long jacket was a white muscle tee, that was also wet and clenched to his skinny frame. His ribs were visible, and his stomach was smaller than an average man's.
His white Mohawk hung off to the side, he scratched the back of his pale neck, when he heard a knock he muttered a soft, "Come in" Sebastian slowly opened the door, and looked down at the man's bodily figure, "My, you are skinnier than young master" He commented out loud. Angel chuckled and roughed up his lazy Mohawk. Sebastian stepped beside him, a whiff of his scent filled up Angel's nose, the now intoxicating scent stuck and he squirmed lightly, Sebastian watched the man in front of him, "Are you alright" he questioned with only slight curiosity, "I'm fine" He muttered softly, "I'm…gonna go to sleep now" Sebastian nodded and left him be. On his bed was a baggy button up shirt and baggy black pants.
The man took off his still-drenched pants and muscle tee, putting on the button up shirt, and pants. Immediately getting the same intoxicating scent as before, and found it to be emitting from the clothes he was wearing. He sighed, Sebastian had given him his clothes to sleep in. He laid down on the bed, and buried his face in the pillow, closing his eyes and going to sleep.
As he awoke the next morning, He slowly sat up, and saw his usual attire sitting on the chair, nicely folded and cleaned. He chuckled and got up, taking off the clothes he used as pajamas and put on his muscle shirt, his trench coat, his black skinny jeans and his black leather boots. He opened the door, seeing that it was still early in the morning, but he really didn't care. Having a headache because of the night before, mad his hands always stay on his temples, massaging and caressing them lightly. He rolled his shoulders back, and looked up to see the butler man once again, right down the hall. He ran up to him, calling his name lightly. Sebastian looked down at him with a smirk, "Good Morning, Mr. Barany"
"Good Morning Sebastian" He replied. Sebastian let out a brief sigh, "Now may I ask you a question?" asked the taller man, "Go ahead" said Angel with an excited smile, "You're not from here are you? You don't have an accent.." Angel chuckled, "Nope, I was born and raised in America"
Sebastian nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, but I must serve young master his breakfast now" and with that, Sebastian left with a polite bow. Leaving the man alone. Angel blinked his blue eyes and looked around, deciding he could, walk around, and try to find a kitchen. Opening the door, he found the kitchen quickly with a smirk, and looked around. No one seemed to be in at the time, so he walked in and once more, looked around for any type of food there is. He found a cake, that said, 'Happy 14th birthday Ciel!' He thought it was sweet and chuckled. He walked out of the kitchen, I guess he really didn't need breakfast.
After awhile, he went back to the guest room hat Sebastian placed him in, that took him awhile to find. He opened up his backpack that saved his diary from getting soaked. Pulling out the nicely kept white notebook, he opened it. Looking around for any type of date. He gasped as he found a newspaper, the date 'December 14th 1890'. His eye twitched, but he calmed himself down, "Shhhh…" He said, and just went with the flow. He wrote down the date, and started off an entry for his diary.
When he was finished he put everything away. And when Sebastian knocked on the door, he immediately opened it, "Hi" Angel said ad Sebastian nodded his hello, "Young master wants to see you" He was surprised by the comment, "Alright…Bring me to 'Young master' then" He replied softly and stepped out of the room, following the taller man before him. As they reached the door he became anxious, and curious who Sebastian called Young Master. I mean, was it that Ciel kid on the birthday cake in the kitchen? If it was what did he look like?
Sebastian slowly opened the door to Ciel's study, and once Angel saw the small boy with grayish blue hair, he smiled. He was just so cute! But didn't dare say that out loud, not knowing how this kid would react. Ciel motioned for Angel to sit down, and Sebastian immediately stood by Ciel's side. By seeing the man's attire, and the white Mohawk the man had, Angel interested his senses in a flash. "May I ask of you name?" Ciel asked, his hands becoming a bridge as he set his chin on them, a smirk placed neatly on his lips. "I'm Angel" He answered.
"Well, Angel" Ciel found his name funny, "How would you like to work in My mansion"
[Sorry, I suck at cliffhangers, haha. I hope you are enjoying the story so far! I had fun writing it.]