Underestimation will be your Downfall
By: Bernadette
Summary: Basically, my parents had finally allowed me to go out and school in the outside world. They had sheltered me from the sin of the world. Since then, Marco my trusted butler has been asked to supervise me during my time in this new school.
At Shinigami High, I met the most cocky, repulsive, aggravating creature to walk on this planet. It may be improper and un-ladylike to say such a thing, but please forgive me oh dear God, what an annoying twit of a womanizer! He decided to try to set me as one of his numbers and ever dear Hao don't you dare underestimate a maiden of God.
Chapter 1: Shinigami High School
"Ms. Jeanne, are you positive that you are able to attend this school by yourself? All of this is completely unnecessary."
I held in an annoyed sigh, Marco was getting very irritable in the last hour. He constantly asked me if I was already ready to oblige to a school of ruffians and so-called-lunatics.
"Hai Marco-san. I'm pretty positive and actually looking forward to attend this school. Perhaps I may be able to send a few students here and there to the path of good. If that is part of my goal, then so be it." I answered calmly.
Marco opened his mouth once more to argue with me until I glanced over at him. I grabbed the handle of my father's personal limo and tugged it. I stepped out of the car and politely curtsied to Marco.
"This shall be as far as we shall go together. I appreciate you coming all this way with me from England. You are indeed, a very true and loyal subject of the Iron family."
"It's my pleasure Iron Maiden, please do not hesitate to call if you are ready to return home. I'll come and get you as soon as possible," Marco replied indifferently.
Though he may not show it, he does in fact appreciate my praises. It may appear a bit awkward and unordinary, but I suppose that's how it is. After all, Marco had pledged his life and allegiance to our religion and our family.
"Farewell Marco." As I said this I grabbed both of my suitcases and stepped aside waiting for the car to drive off.
I waved my hand and plastered a fake, sad smile on my lips. It wasn't that I was happy to be away from my country and home. It was just that I was a bit thankful to get away from the smothering of Marco and my family.
I watched silently as the limo drove away, Marco's face plastered against the window (not literally now). I gathered my belongings and silently waited for the person assigned to pick me off from the airport.
"Hello. You must be Iron Jeanne, my name is. . ."