So, here's a little fanfic for Kuroshitsuji/ Black Butler. An awesome manga and anime series :) I don't mean to disgrace Yana Toboso or the creators of the anime, Funimation, Etc. Only constructive criticism please :) Enjoy!
~Chapter 1
"So this is the manor Phantomhive."
A young woman stood facing the enormous mansion in a little less than awe. She wasn't easily impressed, and rightfully so. She didn't like rich folk, being raised in the East end after moving from the United States where she was born. She detested anyone who would pity her for being a commoner. She didn't even want to take up the governess position for the young Earl Ciel. She had heard much about him down at the local pub, and to say the least she wasn't too fond of the things said about him. Rude, abrupt, impatient and cruel to his servants, except his butler, dressed all in black, Sebastian Michaelis. However, if she hadn't taken up the job, the same butler would have turned her over to the police.
Her thoughts were interrupted as an old man walked towards her, smile on his face.
"HO,HO,HO. Welcome to the manor, Miss Mcaphey. I am Tanaka the young lord's-
With a flash Mr. Tanaka shrank down about two feet and his wrinkles stretched into a smooth face, all the while his words were cut off by 'HO,HO,HO'.
This had hardly shocked the woman. She heard of how strange Ciel's servants were, she had been prepared for the worst. All the same, she followed Mr. Tanaka into the large entrance hall. The place seemed to have a ghostly air, lonley, abandoned. It was perfect. The walls were midnight blue, long, dark, drapes hung from windows running from floor to ceiling, handsome silver decor gleamed in the setting sunlight. She heaved a relaxed sigh as she was led down a hallway into, what she could only guess to be, the earl's private study. Sitting at the desk was a young boy, about thirteen years of age, meaning she was ten years his senior. He stood about five foot four, a few inches shorter than herself. Most obvious was his dark blue hair, nearly matching the walls surrounding him. An eyepatch lay across his face. The miss had heard that he lost his eye in the fire that killed his parents, but she didn't buy it. No other injuries suggested he had even been licked by a candle's flame. She couldn't believe such a farce for even a second without feeling like an imbecile.
"Good afternoon Miss Mcaphey. It's pleasant to see you again."
She moved her head and faced the voice. She eyed the butler suspiciously. He didn't seem pleased at all, to be expected of a man in charge of such a large house. The butler seemed genuine. Not a crack in his voice or a sneer on his face as he told such mockery.
"No need to be formal, Mr. Michaelis. Please call me By my first name, Mace"
She smiled and nodded her best, combing her medium length, golden waves back out of her face to get a better glimpse of the situation at hand. She had been practicing her manner's as best she could. Yet, she still had a long way to go. Being nice to this demon was difficult, but she could manage.
"All the same, You shall call me sebastian then, Mace" This is our master, Lord Ciel, Son of Vincent, earl to the Phantomhive's"
"Pleased to finally meet you Young Lord" She smiled again, " I will try my best to teach you well."
The boy looked up at her, studying her face, "Thank you, Please do your best. I believe you know the consequences if you don't."
'Damn! The butler told him?! I better watch what I say in this house then.' She thought to herself, not letting her face change in the slightest to show worry or even a passing thought. She had been practicing this technique for a while. She didn't trust Sebastian, nor did she think he trusted her. Any weakness shown would certainly be recorded in the demon's memory to be used against her later.
"Sebastian! Show Miss Mcaphey to her room and bring her fresh water and a wash basin, she's had a tedious journey and would probably like to freshen up before supper. Being a Governess rather than a servant, I would like her to accompany me at the table for every meal. Understood Sebastian?"
The butler raised his eyebrows slightly at the request, nodded, and said with a bow, "Yes, my lord."
The butler smirked as he approached the woman, crimson eyes never leaving hers. he held out his large, gloved hand, waiting for the woman to grasp it. When she refused he put his hand back at his side, glared, smile vanishing. He wouldn't be able to have much fun with her after all. He motioned to the outside hall and led her down a maze of corridors. They arrived at a dead-end and the butler pushed on the wall. It gave way easily as a second hall was revealed, lined with doors of different shades of blue. Sebastian walked up to the sky blue door, next to his own, turned the handle, and stepped inside. the miss followed in pursuit of the black mass of man, commenting on her way through the door, "I hate blue light only reflects the world's imperfections ten fold. I much rather prefer gloom. The atmosphere seems more relaxed on days such as that. That's why I was so happy to move to England so long ago. it's nearly always gloomy down in the east end."
The butler stopped, turned his head round to her with an understanding expression on his face. "Yes. It seems so doesn't it. I prefer the gloom as well." a smile creeping up his lips. 'At least we have one thing in common' Sebastian thought.
"Also, do you have any dogs here?"
"Unfortunately, yes. Pluto. I must warn you though, he is a demon hound. Beware of his fire breath."
"Unfortunately is right. I am simply repulsed by dogs. Their breath is vulgar, they are dirty, and they give you loyalty no matter if you want it or not. Disgusting creatures."
Sebastian stopped once more, this time nearly dropping the pitcher of water he was pouring. 'Does she really believe so?' He asked himself. was she really so much similar to him?
He turned to face her and walked until their noses were nearly touching, being the same height, and looked into her sea green eyes. She was not even phased by this notion. No fear or anxiousness was detectable by the demon. 'What a peculiar human' he thought to himself.
"Sebastian may I help you with something?" Her eyes narrowing as they looked straight into the depths of his own crimson irises.
"N-No. I was just going to agree." He stepped back and continued to pour the water, shaking slightly at the tension radiating from Mace. She soon stepped away from where she had planted herself and walked over to look out of the french balcony, opening the windows as she did so. Sebastian couldn't help thinking about how adorable she was, long black dress and contrasting blonde hair blowing in the mind like unnatural rivers of satin and velvet.
~ Hope you liked Chapter 1 :) Please review and send me back any constructive criticism! Love you guys!
