This is a fic based on the Public School Arc of the manga (you may need to read it in order to understand some characters). I think I've set this so that Ciel and Sebastian don't have a history together (but Sebastian is still a demon).
Anywho, are you sitting comfortably? Good, then we shall begin.
"I hope you have that homework written into your planners, you can now pack up and leave when you're ready." The chorus of scraping chairs, rustling of bags and numerous voices of the boys' conversations filled the high ceilinged classroom as they were dismissed by their teacher.
Weston College, an all boys public school near the River Thames, still employed the cane and regularly condoned homosexual sex in the dormatories. Even though the molesting of pupils by teachers was frowned upon, not to mention illegal, it still happened.
"Phantomhive, may I see you in my office 12 o'clock sharp, thank you." The tall, well spoken man strided out of his classroom, Macbeth under one arm, his board pointer in the other hand, he brushed past Ciel briskly, creating a wave of air which ruffled the boy's dark locks.
Ciel rolled his eyes, "Man acts as if he's the head master of this place, and he walks like he's got a poker up his arse." He sighed and proceeded to his next class.
Mr Michaelis is a teacher of English and is fairly keen on educating his pupils on the works of Shakespeare. He is also one of the dormitory wardens for the school. He is very good looking with fairly long black locks, pale skin, and dark cherry red eyes. Some of the boys noted that he even had a very alluring scent as well.
The corridor was busy with bussling students rushing to their next class. Obviously, teachers were well respected, as were the prefects, and so all the other pupils swiftly stepped out of Mr Michaelis' way. They did the same as Lawrence Bluer strided in the opposite direction heading towards the infamous new teacher of English (Mr Michealis was very strict when teaching but during his time at the dorms he was very caring to the students in his care, so he became known for having two very different personalities and it was joked that he had multiple personality disorder. Either that or he was inhuman).
They stopped face to face in the clear pathway that the younger students had left for them, encircled by pupils to-ing and fro-ing to their classrooms. As dormitory warden, it was Sebastian Michaelis' job to make sure the pupils were getting help on their homework when they needed it. Yet recently he noticed this homework wasn't being handed in by a certain Ciel Phantomhive. He had never asked for help nor did he not do the homework, and Sebastian didn't have time to check up on him constantly, with nearly 50 pupils in his dormitory building needing a little guidance with their work, he couldn't easily do any one to one sessions with anybody.
Bluer nodded, "Mr Michaelis."
"Bluer." Sebastain returned the greeting in the same dull, uptight manner. He drew in a breath ready to speak, "Can I have a chat with you for a second please?"
Bluer nodded and they both strolled to the side of the corridor, out of the way, "Have you noticed any personality changes in young Phantomhive recently at all?"
Bluer shook his head, "No, Sir, I can't say I have. Why, is there something wrong?"
"Mmm, he hasn't been handing in his homework recently, and when he does it's only ever half done. When I've checked up on him he has been doing it diligently, and in class he seems to know what he's on about so he can't really be struggling."
"Very well, Sir, I'll keep a close eye on him from now on." Bluer gave a small bow before walking in the direction he was originally headed.
"Oh and Bluer!" Sebastian called, turning to face the leader of Sapphire Owl.
Bluer stopped and turned back to his teacher, "Yes, Sir?"
A look of concern crossed Sebastian's face, "Make sure he gets any help if he should ever need it. As leader of Sapphire Owl it is your responsibilty to take care of your juniors, and that means standing in for me and giving help if I'm not there. Understood?"
Bluer stood straight and gave another bow, "Yes, Sir." Then proceeded to his next class.
Sebastian sighed before walking in the direction he too was orginally headed.
"Aaah, Mr Michaelis, how are you getting on?"
"Deputy Head, I haven't seen you recently are things ok?"
"Now now, Sebastian you don't have to name me by my job title, Mr Agares will do. Now tell me, that new boy, Phantomhive, how's he getting on?" Johan Agares spoke very proper with a deep voice and impeccable pronunciation.
"Yes, he's doing exeptionally, though I have noticed that his homework hasn't really been up to scratch so I'm keeping an eye on that but apart from that he's doing great. He's settled in nicely." His cheesy grin was fake to anyone who knew him but to Agares he was just another cheerful teacher.
"That's good, that's good. Just make sure he catches up. Oh by the way you're still ok to come to the curricullum meeting this evening aren't you? I heard there's a buffet and champagne."
"I'll make sure to make some time."
"Excellent. Well as long as Ms Morgan-Jones isn't in a bad mood, it should be a splendid evening."
"I'm sure it will."
He playfully punches Sebastian in the arm, "Anyway, I'm sure you have a class to get to. Run along now." Agares laughs before walking away.
Sebastian chuckled and once the Deputy Head Teacher had walked away his face quickly fell into a slight scowl, 'Loud, annoying, obnoxious bastard.' He thought to himself, before making his way to his next class.
After another successful lesson he looked at his watch, 11.55. He had asked Ciel to see him in his office at 12 didn't he? 'Well, I'd better be heading there then."
"Um, Mr Michaelis?"
A small voice from his left caught his attention.
"Yes, Jimmy?" The younger years were always known by their first name, a policy put in by the school to make the place seem less scary at the start. Forms 1 to 3 were classed as juniors, forms 4 to 6 were the elders. After Form 3, when you became an elder, you were then known by your surname. Sebastian understood this concept and made sure he put the policy in place.
The boy gulped before proceeding to tell his teacher his problem, "This Imbec Pertremet-"
"Iambic Pentameter." Sebastian corrected him.
"Yes, I still don't really get it." The boy lowered his head, seemingly ashamed of himself for not understanding.
"Pull up that chair." Sebastian pointed to the chair on the first desk at the front as he sat down in his own. The kid pulled the chair close to his teacher and sat as Sebastian held the boys' books ready to explain, "Now then, Iambic Pentameter is commonly used in sonnets, you know, like Shakespeare's." Sebastian held out his hand in a theatrical style, "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date." Jimmy giggled before Sebastian jumped to his feet enthusiastically, picking up a piece of chalk and spinning towards the blackboard in one swift motion, "Actually let's start with that." He began writing down the first four lines of Shakespeare's Sonnet 18.
After he finished writing it on the blackboard he spun back to Jimmy, he clasped his hands behind his back and began to pace infront of the board, "Now then Jimmy, count how many syllables are in the first line, Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
After a few seconds the boy answered, "10, Sir."
"Good, now how many are in the next, Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
Again, after a few seconds the boy answered, "10, Sir."
"Very good, now there are 10 syllables in each line of the fourteen lines which make up this 'poem'. There are 5 stressed syllables and 5 non-stressed syllables, the first syllable will be non-stressed the second one stressed, the next one non-stressed and the one after stressed." Sebastian tilted his head up as though in thought, "Almost like the beat of a cantering horse." He then came back, "So, please read the first two lines emphasising the stressed and non-stressed syllables."
The boy studied the lines hard before starting, "ShallI compare the to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate."
"Excellent. Do you understand it better now?"
The boy nodded, "Yes, Sir, thank you very much, Sir." The boy bowed and headed off.
Sebastian smiled before checking his watch, 12:05. Damn he had to meet Ciel.
Some info on the last part with Iambic Pentameter, that was the way our teacher in school taught us it. Also I'm really sorry if any of the characters are OOC, but to be perfectly honest, they get much more OOC later on. Please review by the way, I'm having a huge writers block on this at the moment so I want to hear your views and ideas!