Chapter 1 - Beginning Anew
Finny had cried through the funeral. On the day that he had been told that his young master lost his life Sabastian disappeared as well. There were rumors floating around that he was the killer but there was no way that could be true.
It seemed that each of the servants were going their own way but he didn't know what to do. Serving the young master was the only skill that he had. Even though he loved being outside, he knew that he wasn't that good at being a gardener.
The air seemed still as death from where he sat outside the Phantomhive property... his home. Since there was no heir, there was no reason to keep him around.
Although he had finally stopped crying long ago, the thought of being left on his own make fresh tears threaten the corners of his eyes.
He could hear heavy footsteps approach him but didn't bother to turn around. "Finny," called a deep voice as gently as possible. Bard came and sat beside him. "Staring at this place ain't gonna do nothing." Finny didn't respond. How could he?
Bard lit a cigarette and they dat in silence until he breathed out the smoke. "I'm going back to my homeland." he stated. Finny glanced at him. He already knew this. Bard looked him in the eyes. "You know, there are always jobs in America for strong young men that are willing to work."
Finny looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you mean that you want me to come with you?" He hadn't even considered it but the thought was so relieving. "'Course Finny. I wouldn't leave ya behind." He turned away and scratched his chin slightly. "It might be a little hard at first, being so used to being a servant, so we gotta work hard but we can do it." "Of course," Finny smiled at him.
It had been really excited to go across the sea. So excited that he packed all his belongings, unpacked them and repacked them several times, just to make sure he had everything. Of course he did. There wasn't really that much to pack. It wasn't until the ship started rocking back and forth that Finny felt really uncomfortable. Bard patted his back while he threw up over the side of the ship.
Bard kept assuring him that it would all be worth it. All the way there, he told him stories of his homeland. He said it was one of the most beautiful places in the world.
The night before they were scheduled to arrive at port, Finny was too excited to sleep. Bard was obviously just as excited as well but tried his best not to show it as much.
As they stood together, looking out over the sea, Finny remembered a question that had been bugging him. "Hey Bard?" He asked, "What's the matter Finny?" Finny took a moment to phrase his question right. "Is there anyone waiting for you, like family?"
He felt bad for asking immediately after. Bard's eyebrows furrowed together as he looked down at his hands. "I had a brother... but he's gone. My sweet heart... well, no." Finny cocked his head to the side, "What do you mean?"
Bard looked up at him with a wide grin, "It's nothing." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "There was a gal I was sweet on but we weren't serious enough for her to wait for me. Besides," he gave a hollow laugh, "I abandoned her for the young master."
Finny nodded but didn't say anything. Somehow it was hard to picture Bard with some girl. Although, to be fair, the only women that he had ever spoken to were Meyrin, Lady Lizzy and Anglia.
"It's time to get some sleep." said Bard, clapping him on the shoulder. "Ok, goodnight Bard." Finn laid down but no matter what he did, he couldn't get to sleep.
When they stepped onto the dock the next morning, Finny's excitement overpowered his fatigue. Bard threw an arm around his shoulder as they stared into the crowd of people, "Welcome to New York!"
Bard quickly got a job at a factory but Finny was having a lot more difficulty. He seemed to brake everything that he touched. No one wanted to keep him around. As the days passed, he finally got a job somewhat far away from the apartment that they shared. Although he had to walk quite a ways to work, and it was hard work but he like it. It was something that he could do and the walk to and from was enjoyable.