Hi guys. So you'll never guess what happened to me. I forgot aalllll of my info... so I made a new account. I'm sorry but fuck you guys. my re-uploads shall ensue then, the newest update of The Raven And The Phantom.
"And you see, it's girl's choice, so I wanted to know if you wanted to go...?" A tall, statuesque girl called Mathilda Simmons rambled. She had long auburn hair, green eyes, and a rosary haging from the neck of her frilly white shirt. She was beautiful, and she didn't flaunt it like most girls did. She had no shortage of admirers, and she was a happy, popular girl.
Sebastian did not like her. Hated her really. Not because she'd done anything particularly wrong. She was very nice and polite, but this made it worse. Sebastian Michaelis hated people, aside from a select few. That was, until he begin to find thier insolence amusing. So when it came to people who were intelegent, he hated them even more. This girl was very intellegent. For a highschooler anyway. She recieved wonderful grades and had a very nice lease on life. Her happiness was legitimate, not based on lies or ignorance, but happy because she wanted to be, despite the world in it's current state. This made him sick. Even as the pointlessly smiling girl aproached him, his disdain was softened by the gosiping and whispering students as the bright, bouyant young woman aproached the darker corner of the classroom where the lights scarcely reached, to adress the strange and aphotic person who sat there, none of the seats around him occupied. It was simple enough to see what she saw in him. It was rare that the male showed his face from under his large hood, but those who saw it couldn't deny his beauty.
"I'm sorry, what?" Sebastian's eyes flitted up for only a second, but long enough for her to see the intensely red gleaming from under the hood. His eyes were rather transfixed outside to a raven who sat on a tree, in the same spot he'd seen it in just this morning. 'And the reven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting.' The red eyed teen mused to himself. That's what they called him, for not many really knew his name. 'The Raven'. Even the teachers had forgotten his name time and time again for his work was impeccable and he never needed help.
"...to the dance with me?" He caught the tail end of her statement. Ofcourse, he had already understood what she had asked, but somehwere in his mind, he was hoping she would loose interest and go away, so he remained mute for another minute.
"So will you?" The girl rushed, attempting a smile that seemed to crash and burn as she noticed Sebastian still wasn't looking at her. His eyes were on the dark bird that sat on a snow-covered branch. It had made eye contact with him, his own red eyes reflecting in the bird's black ones.
"And his eyes have all the seeming, of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamp light over him steaming throws his shadow on the floor." Sebastian quoted, his eyes finally flitting up to meet the girl. His light english accent made her cheeks inflame with what could only be indecent thoughts.
"Quoth the raven." He says.
"What?" Her face is a candid canvas of utter confusion.
"Nevermore." The student smirks. It seems the poor young girl still doesn't get it.
"I... Don't understand what you mean." The girl says, her eyes closing as if the answer resides somwhere in her mind.
"Nevermore. N-E-V-E-R-M-O-R-E. Three sylables, five consenants, four vowels. Origin, 1175 through 1225, middle english. Part of speach- adverb. synonyms- Never, Not at any time, no way, not ever, not on your life, don't hold your breath, not under any condition, not in anyway. Definition- at no time thereafter." The raven said, the words sliding so simply and swiftly off of his tongue you'd think he'd practiced them.
"So you're just trying tell me 'no'?" Mathilda says, and it's obvious she already knows this, so why is she asking?
"See, I knew you were smart." Sebastian said, though thinking quite the oposite, and his eyes traveled back to the raven, to see that it had disappeared. He frowned, but did not look away, as if were hiding, even as it would be quite impossible in the white snow.
The girl had fled to her seat in the front of the class and Sebastian closed his eyes as the teacher walked in. She was supposed to be teaching advanced algebra, but instead, she taught Pythagorean theourum, something he had learned in the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eigth grade. It was basics for the begining of the year, but even so, the review was wearying him. He knew this, all of this, and his lips were moving with hers as she spoke because it was the same information from the same bloody website they'd pulled it from every year, and he knew each word she was going to say before it left her lips. He was supposed to be a senior this year.
A tragedy had kept him back. His mother's death. He'd spent every day with his mother, but they didn't speak, hadn't spoke in what felt like years. She was struck with the idea that Sebastian was a devil, a strong catholic woman, and she hated Sebastian with a passion when old age had taken her wits from her. She seemed to have forgotten her son was there at all at one point, and at another, she remembered, and she was terrified. She threw things at him, ordered him away from her, hit him, but as he hated everyone, he could not bring himself to hate her. But that didn't mean he loved her. He didn't even like her really. How could he? It was this occurance that caused him to move to america with his father. She had died, finally comitting suicide from having given birth to such an abomination. A normal child would be heart broken, but Sebastian just felt relieved, and not guilty for his relief either. He did not like that woman, and he had no regrets. Not one in his entire life. His entire life. Throughout his entire life, nothing had been in his control, so again, the question begs, having regrets? How could he?
A few months later, Sebastian decided to emancipate his dad who blamed him for his mother's death. Now he lives alone at the top apartment in a building, recieving a check from his father every month, but with no other cominication. So no, not even Sebastian's parents were on the list of people he didn't hate.
"Would anyone like to solve the problem now?" The teacher asked. How juvinile, bringing up the children to solve problems. He felt as if he were in grade school again. He was only seventeen, but even in the start of his adolecence, he'd never considered himself a child. Lost in his own musings, he hadn't even notice when the teacher had called him.
"You there, boy, do you know the answer or not?" She pointed directly to him, a scowl on her face. She was one of the women who were far into the wrong line of work. Like when office men hate writing, or factory workers hate machinery. This teacher hated children with a passion. She was someone that Sebastian did not hate, purely because, she was emmensely amusing.
"Oh, yes, ofcourse, terribly sorry Mrs., no, Ms. Annafellows is it now?" The raven smirked, knowing the teacher had just come out of a struggling divorce with a Mister Claude Faustus. She hadn't taken his last name, and now, she is quite lucky she hadn't.
The woman opened her mouth and then closed it, obviously wanting to spit terrible things at the boy.
"Why, yes." She answered. "Yes, I assume it is. Now, please explain the definition of pythagorean theorum." Her voice was strong at first, but then broke mid-sentence, making her sound like a sniveling child. Red eyes glinted with amusement as the other children moaned, the original question probably something simple, and they are now showing thier sympathy for the boy who has to answer the new difficult inquiery.
"Pythagorean theorum, I assume you want to ensure I'm listening, right? Very well. In mathematics, the Pythagorean theorem or Pythagoras' theorem is a relation in Euclidean geometry among the three sides of a right triangle. In terms of areas, it states:
In any right triangle, the area of the square whose side is the hypotenuse (the side opposite the right angle) is equal to the sum of the areas of the squares whose sides are the two legs (the two sides that meet at a right angle).
The theorem can be written as an equation relating the lengths of the sides a, b and c, often called the Pythagorean equation:
A-squared plus B squared Equals C squared.
where c represents the length of the hypotenuse, and a and b represent the lengths of the other two sides.
The Pythagorean theorem is named after the Greek mathematician Pythagoras, who by tradition is credited with its discovery and proof, although it is often argued that knowledge of the theorem predates him. There is evidence that Babylonian mathematicians understood the formula, although there is little surviving evidence that they fitted it into a mathematical-"
"Enough! No one needs to know all that crap." The teacher interrupts, the boy having gone far enough past the original lesson.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Annafellows. Have I gone off topic Ms. Annafellows? Would you like to go on back to your sixth grade math lesson Ms. Annafellows? Have these children really been thought stupid enough to be taught something as lowly as basic math, MISS Annafellows?" The raven said, his voice not getting louder, but rather, more intense with each sentence that passed, but it wasn't him who was screaming, rather, it was the teacher.
"TO THE OFFICE!" She yelled as loud as her voice could go, her long, grayish braid whipping behind her head as she screams. The boy stands, grabs his books and walks to the front of the class room.
"Have I struck a nerve? Miss Annafellows?" The raven asks, his smirk wader then ever.
"OUT!" She screaches, and Sebastian's laughing something gruff and deep as he departs. His eyes flick back to the class a moment.
"Mrs. Annafellows?" Mathilda says with her hand raised.
"DONT CALL ME THAT!" The woman yells, her voice at an octave that could pierce eardrums, and as the raven as walking down the hall with a dark smile crosses his face as Miss Annafellows is escorted from her classroom.
The hallway is lined with the school colors of red and gray on the tiled floors and lockers with a variety of colored locks that look far to pretty for the use of them to be protection larcenous behavior. The office is a small building of the school where receptionists and troublesome children stay, and within it, there is another, smaller office where the principal, an ever amused man with long white hair, dwells. The vice president is also often by his side, a blonde boy with two hair clips on each side of his head called Finian Garner who is probably in his very early twenties. He looks younger with his hair that way. He used to be completely bald with some wierd tatoo on the back of his head, but he let his hair grow out, most suspect to cover it up. The principal rarely shows his face to the students because he typical works from far away, but he rushed into work this morning for reasons unknown, and is dealing with all of the childrens problems first hand.
As Sebastian enters the office he sits down on a hard cushioned chair next to a girl with half black and half purple hair he doesn't recognise.
"What are you in for?" She asks.
"Melodrama. And you?" The raven asks, for no particular reason. Entertainment, he supposed.
"Biting." She answers, her black-outlined blue eyes flitting off into the distance. The word comes from her red painted lips absently, like it was a typical occurance.
"Megan, the principal will see you now." says Finian, his head popping out from the office door for just a moment. The girl gets up and walks toward the office, turning back for a second.
"Michelle." She calls quietly and immediately a tall brown haired woman turns the corner and follows her. She pauses for only a minute to growl lowly at Sebastian before entering the office. The raven looks confusedly before turning his head in the other direction. 'Okay', he thinks, smiling alittle.
Now there is a tall blonde man with stubble around his chin entering the room. He's wearing a security guard uniform, and in his arms, along with another guard, a girl with red-ish hair tied in two identical pony tails that couldn't exactly be called pigtails, he carried a small boy. The boy had his teeth gritted, but he obviously knew struggling would be futile, and allowed the two to drag him into the office and stand next to him as they waited.
The boy had gray hair, but it was tinted blue, like foam on a beach during a tide just before dawn. His eye put it to shame. It was shining blue that couldn't be matched by any gem, stone, or color on a wheel. Sebastian could imagine a painter struggling for days at a time to find the exact shade and failing. It was too complex. Like a deep pool you could drown in that faded darker near the center until you reached the pupil. His other eye was covered by a red eye patch. The boy's skin was pallid, alabaster, but to flawless to be called pastey. Like, the skin of someone who had never been in the sun. He was adorned in a black vest, with red silk lining the pockets, black slacks and a red belt, a red tie, and a crisp white shirt, and finally, shiny black shoes, meant to be fancy, but casualised by the red laces. His teeth were pearly white, visible in the distastful scowl on his pert pink lips. His lashes were long and feminine, and in the silence, you could hear a quiet humming that was identifiable as a growl hindered in the young man's throat.
Sebastian was startled when that sigle cobalt eye was turned on him and the scowl deepened. It was only in that moment that he realized he'd been staring.
Now the two girls are emerging from the office and they share a chaste kiss before walking in seperate directions. Sebastian smiles at the abnormal two before becoming serious again as the boy is called by finian into the office by the name 'Ciel Phantomhive'. Such an abnormal name, but for quite the abnormal character. It fit well with him, Sebastian thought.
The boy grit his teeth as he was escorted into the office. But his face wasn't one of defiance. He looked as if he was... mourning. Sebastian grew curious.
"Mr. Vanel? I have to use the restroom." Sebastian said, and the man waved him off as he was on a phone call. Sebastian stood and walked past the office door, out of sight and listening closely.
"-ry for your loss." He hears a deep voice that must be the principal, saying.
"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to recall losing anything." A voice says. It's obviously the boy by the rage in it.
"Your father was very loyal to me, Ciel." The man says, and Sebastian can feel his confusion rising.
The boy laughs. "You refer to him like a dog! How apropriate, really, undertaker!" Undertaker?
"That's not what-"
"It doesn't matter! He was a dog! You must know this! You're the information broker, right?" He laughs again.
"He was a proud man-"
"He was an Animal! He was a filthy dog for those damn people. They already got Rachel! They'll be coming for me next, and then, guess what! They'll be coming after you. They don't even have to know that it's thier money lining your pockets. You're an informant. If you tell the truth, they'll kill you. If you tell them nothing, they'll kill you. If you lie, you'll have a chance, but it'll be just as slim as mine!"
"My concern isn't for myself."
"LIAR!" The boy screamed at the top of his lungs. There's some movement, and a few grunts, and Sebastian can tell they've had to restrain him.
"That's enough!" The principal is saying now. "We'll have your living arrangement in order by the end of the day." He says, and there are footsteps.
Sebastian hurried back to his seat at the front of the office as the boy is taken out of the office and sat down next to him. The boy has his fingers in his ashen hair, breathing deeply. Sebastian waits for them to call him in, but they must be getting the things in order that had dropped during the struggle. Suddenly, the raven is smiling.
"Sebastian Michaelis, The principal will see you now." Sebastian stands and walks toward the office.
"Hello Sebastian the white haired man says. He is in a gothic chair with oak paneling and red cushioning you'd find on a coffin padding the inside.
"Hello..." Sebastian smirks at the man.
"I trust you know why you're here."
"Yes." He says simply, and he's not looking at the man before him, but looking directly through him.
"You blatantly insulted a teacher concerning her lessons and her personal life before the entire class."
"Yes." The raven answers again. "Undertaker." He adds. For a moment, the long haired man is taken aback, but then he returns Sebastian's smile.
"Is there something you'd like to know?"
"Tell me about the boy who just left." The raven says.
"The boy who just left? Ciel Phantomhive. I'll tell you something about Ciel phantomhive." The undertaker says, and he's leaning over his desk until his ace is just before Sebastians.
"Anything that you already know about him... You'll be wanting to forget immediately."
Sebastian stands. If looks coyuld kill, the undertaker would be dead where he sat. Sebastian had a snarl on his lip and his eyebrows were knitted together. The undertaker retracted quietly, but did not look away from the raven's eyes. Slowly, Sebastian expresion melted back into amusement.
"Hmmm, I do however, have a very long term memory." The teen says and then walks to the door, puting his figners to the handle.
"Pity." He says before taking his leave.