Hello, this is my first black butler fic so please forgive me if there's any OOC-ness. And also I'm gunna try to keep this T rated but we'll see it might change to M. Anyways enjoy the story c:
"Arthur, one of the older boys caught influenza. So I need you to take over 'is route until 'e gets better." My boss says to me, with a thick British accent.
"Yes sir." I reply quickly.
"Oh, and you'll 'ave to go a bit outa town. Think you can 'andle it?"
"Of course. Um, sir, where out side of town?"
"The Trancy mansion." He answer.
Tracny mansion? That place, what a horrible place. But as a paper boy it's my duty to deliver the news. Regardless of a house's bad history. Hehe, duty.
I sling my carrier bag over my shoulder and adjust my hat. With a quick wave good bye to the other boys I'm out the door. I'm leaving early since my route and the other boy's route will take twice as long. But that's fine because I'll get extra money.
The sun begins to rise as I finish the last houses on my route. The sky isn't its usual yellowish-blue this morning. It's more of a dull gray, something bad's going to happen today. I can feel it. Or, at the very least, it will rain. Either way I should hurry up and finish. I look at the poorly drawn map my boss gave me. Luckily his route starts not to far from where mine ends.
As I make my way through the town I smell... *sniff* ...bread. A bakery is opening up and one of the workers has set a tray of scones on the window cill. I'm not sure if they do this to cool the pastries, or to draw in customers. But honestly, I'm too hungry to care. I creep over to the window and stalk my pray, waiting for the précis moment to strike. It comes when no one is looking and I snatch a scone and dart away.
I would of paid for it, if I had any money, but being an orphan I don't. Sure, I get some pay from the paper routes but I usually spend it immediately. Food is scares in London since the mysterious fire a few weeks ago. There're a lot more homeless families and orphaned children.
I finish my food and start working again. Drop the paper at the door, knock twice, leave. It's a bit boring but I'm finally finished. Well, I have one house left, the Trancy mansion. I hope they aren't too mad that I'm late. I arrive at the gigantic house, it's a gated property, as expected. Though I don't really know what to do, go through the gate and leave the paper at the door? No, the gates probably locked.
I set the newspaper down in front of the gate and turn to leave.
"You there." Someone says from beyond the gate.
"Y-yes?" I say, turning back around to look at who ever's addressing me. "I'm sorry that the paper was late being delivered toda-"
"Why are you dressed like that?" Says a boy, he looks about the same age as me. Is he the new Earl of Tracny?
"Like what, sir?" I respond.
"Like a boy, stupid. Girls are meant to wear dresses, not trousers."
"BUT I AM A BOY!" I shout in defense.
"Liar." He says, opening the gate slightly and pulling my hat off my head. Amber coloured curls fall down from where they were hidden, landing just below my shoulder blades. Some hair must have fallen out of the hat earlier, that's probably how he knew I had long hair.
"That doesn't prove anything. I just like my hair long is all." I explain.
"Then shall I take off your top aswell?" He says with a smirk.
"NO DON'T DO THAT!" I squeak, covering my chest with my arms. He laughs. I should have walked away when I had the chance.
"Now, answer the damn question. Why are you dressed like that?"
I sigh, "Because I need a money. But the only job a young girl can get is in prostitution. And such a thing is disgraceful, I'd rather deliver newspapers as a boy. Not that it's any of Your business."
"Is your mom a whore then?" He asks, how rude.
"I-I don't know, my parents abandoned me when I was five. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back." I reach to take my hat back, but he pulls it further away. Damn it.
"Get back to where? Sounds to me like you live on the street like a stray cat." He says, then he becomes silent for a moment, thinking something. He grins, "CLAUDE!"
From seemingly out of no where, his butler arrives, "Yes, your Highness?"
"Find the girliest, frilliest, maids dress. I'm hiring her." He says, pointing at me.
"What!?" I say in shock,"With all due respect, NO! I-I already have a job."
"Well, now you have a new one." The blonde says. Oh, the butler has gone off somewhere.
"And if I refuse?"
"Then I'll refuse to keep your little secret and tell the entire town if your cross-dressing."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me." He smirks.
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Somehow I find myself in an oversized copper bathtub. My instruction were to wash the filth off of myself, then get into uniform. The uniform being a royal blue maids dress, the chest piece made of white frills. A white apron over the front of the skirt, puffy short sleeves with white lace at the bottom and blue baby doll shoes. And...oh no...I have to wear a garter with the frilly abomination. A royal blue, white laced garter.
I step out of the tub and dry off. Soon my body is wrapped in lace, and my hair is tied up with a ribbon. I look in the mirror and see someone who definitely isn't me. But I don't have time to worry about my appearance.
The butler Claude leads me through the manner, "Rule one, always stay five paces behind Alois, I, or any other servant. Basically, don't wander off." Claude tells me. So the royal pains name is Alois. "Rule two, you are a hand maid. So always stay with Alois. Rule three, do not speak unless spoken to. Rule four, you are not living on the streets any more. Act proper. Rule five, do not look Alois in the eyes unless you want to loose your own."
As he speaks another maid walks past with bandages wrapping her left eye. Fresh blood trying to seek through. Did...did Alois do that?
We arrive at double doored room, Claude announces "She's ready." Then pushes me into the room, and closing the door as he leaves.
"Come closer." Says Alois. I do as he says and walk further into the room. He stands from his desk and walked around me. "You look much cuter dressed appropriately."
I'd hardly call this outfit appropriate , but I say nothing and stare at the floor.
"What's your name?" He asked
"Arthur." I reply.
He sighs,"Your real, girl name."
"Arabelle."