Look, I've never asked for any of this.
In fact, I'm not fond of flying in airplanes at all.
So will someone please tell me why I'm apparently gagged and tied up inside a small plane? And I should add the fact that the door is opened, shouldn't I? Yes well, as much as I hate to admit it, I suppose my life is in his hands. One wrong move and I might just find myself freefalling from the sky—without a parachute. I should really be panicking shouldn't I? But I just can't find it in myself to do so. I mean, if you were in my shoes, you'd understand all the random life-or-death moments I've been in.
Oh, you must be wondering how I managed to get into uncalled for situations like that right? Well, let's start with the introductions.
I am the infamous Luna Phantomhive, the well known drama queen of Phantom Private Academy. Why infamous?
Because I always, always, play the villain.
Impossibly Dramatic
Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
Luna Phantomhive
Like they say, all good shows have a sudden start. And I can't tell if mine was either impeccably obvious, or much too weird for anyone to realize. It was a perfectly normal Thursday like any other, with the exception of the new mathematics teacher everybody's been talking about.
I was simply minding my own business in the theater, marveling at the huge stage—alright, so it wasn't that much of an ordinary Thursday. Mr. Grell Sutcliff, the eccentric and positively gay drama teacher has appointed me to become the co. director of class 10-B's drama. To say that I was ecstatic would be an understatement.
The tenth grade level is having a 'Drama Festival' to celebrate… Well, I'm not really sure, but I did hear rumors about Mr. Sutcliff having a new boyfriend. The point is, I, Luna Phantomhive, have been chosen to co. direct my class's drama! What a privilege!
"Loony!" I turned my head sharply to the sudden voice. "What are you doing here?"
It was just Mr. Sutcliff, and I had thought it was someone important—well, more important than the gender confused drama teacher.
"It's Luna, sir," I corrected him. Not many teachers seem to remember my name, but it almost seems like Mr. Sutcliff forgets on purpose. Either way, it's not like I can do anything about it, and he was nice enough to appoint me as the co. director anyway.
"Yes, whatever." He waved a hand as if dismissing me. "I'm going to use the theater, so please get out."
I muttered a quick 'yes Sir' before bolting out of the theater. Once I entered Tower C of the school building, I sighed to myself. It seemed to be one of my habits these days. Life in the Phantom Private Academy was just so boring. Nothing interesting ever happens—if you don't count the randomly gay (or gender confused) students and teachers.
I was having my free period while my four best friends were in class, studying to their heart's content. Pfft—how wrong that sentence sounded. I should be happy during my free period right? But the problem here is; how I should spend it. I can't go back to the theater since I just got kicked out. My friends are in class, and…I'm…uh…not a very social person. I could always nap in my dorm room, but the dormitory building was just so far away, and I'm too lazy to give the effort of walking there.
I stopped walking and took out my cell phone, checking the time. About fifteen minutes to my next class; mathematics. Maybe I should just wait there, the math class is always empty after all. Yeah, that would be the only logical thing to do. I wouldn't want to look like some friendless dunce, standing alone in the hallway.
With my mind set up, I walked slowly to the mathematics class, taking my time. I don't even know what I'll do there, maybe doodle and think of a plot for the drama festival? Yeah, that could do.
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Lucky for me, the hallways were as good as deserted. And here I am, standing in front of the mathematics class, gripping the shiny door handle for dear life. Don't ask me why, but I have this unnerving feeling that my life will change drastically from this point. Again, don't ask me how I know that. It's just one of those random feelings that usually turn out to be true.
Knowing that standing in front of the door would do me no good, I pushed it open and stepped in.
"Can I help you?" an unfamiliar voice piped in.
I whipped my head up quickly and was faced with a sight that changed my rating for hot guys forever.
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The Phantomhive Manor
A small figure was seated in a shadowed corner of the room, sipping a cup of tea to his heart's content.
"Young Master, are you sure about the plan?" a servant inquired, refilling the young master's cup with freshly brewed tea.
"Are you doubting me?" came the sharp reply from the young master. As small and fragile looking as he is, he's still the head of the Phantomhive household.
"N-no, Young Master." The servant bowed and left the room, leaving the Young Master on his own.
The only inhabitant of the room sighed, and placed the cup of tea down on the saucer.
"If he knows what's best for him, then he won't fail me."
Chapter 1/END
Author's Note:
Feel free to stab me with a pitchfork and shove it up my ass for writing another story. I want to do it most of the time too, but pitchforks are rarely sold in my country. We usually use hoes (the gardening tool) and sickles to do our farming job. And FYI, no, I'm not a farmer, nor do I live near a farm.
I'm trying to write Humor/Romance (or implied romance) again, and I have to say that I'm failing epically. Guess I need to practice writing a lot more huh?
This story takes place in the 21st century, in a private academy. Yes, the OC is Luna (again), she fits the humor/romance criteria. I don't think I'll be updating this story much (maybe), since this is just a side humor written for the sole purpose of channeling my rabid Sebastian fangirlism away. I do realize the setting may be overused and cliche and just plain terrible to make a story with, but I'll try to make it different.
Erm, constructive criticism will be very much appreciated!
