A/N: So, this takes place about twenty or so years after the end of Kuroshitsuji. This is a rewrite. Bear with me, I am a terrible writer and have the tendency to know the end of a story with no idea how to get there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. If I did I'd be rich and this weird story would probably be an OVA arc. XD
Chapter word count: 1363
Whining.
All he could focus on was the whining.
He sighed softly. Why couldn't the blasted child just shut up?
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaannnn! Stop ignoring me when I'm talking to you!" The eleven-year-old girl whined yet again.
"Will you shut up Abigail!" Her brother shouted at her, eyes flashing green for a very brief moment. "And for the last time, that is NOT my name!" The girl went quiet for a moment. He never called her Abigail. She preferred Abbi, "it is so your name…" She pouted. "No. My name is Adrian. I've been telling you for ages to quit using that bloody nickname." Abigail's maid gasped at his language and the girl sat there sulking for a while at being yelled at. For a moment all was quiet.
The boy ignored his sister's maid reprimanding him for shouting at a lady like that. "She is no lady," he stated simply, looking out the window.
A hesitant voice broke the awkward and heavy silence, "Adrian?" It asked. Sure, now the child remembers his name… "What Abigail?" Remember, she is only a child. The voice in his head warned him. "I'm sorry for annoying you." He sighed again, "You are forgiven." He knew she would do it again soon. Abigail Cutting never could refrain from whining to get her way. Hopefully the girl will outgrow the habit, if her brother doesn't strangle her first.
The dark haired youth looked away from his view of the bleak countryside to stare at his younger sister. The two siblings were complete opposites. Abigail's wavy auburn locks complimented her smooth, light complexion nicely and her deep sapphire blue eyes shone with joy at the simplest things. One could tell the girl enjoyed the outdoors enough to actually have some color, but not a freckle or blemish could be seen upon her skin.
Her brother, on the other hand, had pin-straight hair that was a deep black that seemed to absorb all light; it was nothing like the blue toned black you see, like the feathers of a raven or crow. His hair was a great contrast to his skin, which was abnormally pale. To someone just looking at him, it would seem that he never had seen the light of day. Quite the opposite actually, the boy loved going into the gardens. He just never tanned. Despite enjoying the warmth of the sun's rays and being outside relatively frequently, you will never see any form of color on the youth's skin, unless it is sunburn from too much exposure. For a costume party once, the male had put white powder makeup on his face because his skin had been sunburned, and you could hardly tell the difference from the tones of his face and neck once the burn was completely covered. They weren't exactly the same shade, but you had to look extremely closely. Ordinarily his eyes were a light grey in colour.
A smirk graced the youth's lips as it started to rain. Strangely, he loved the rain, just not getting wet. He loved the sound of the rainfall and the sight of the world going dark and wet. He did not, however, appreciate the pain in his knee that came with the change of weather. He massaged the sore joint and sighed for a third time. He had packed his cane in his trunk because the weather was nice.
"Awwwwe!" Abigail pouted, "I hate the rain. It makes everything so dreary."
This was going to be a long trip.
At least he had the courtesy to fake shame as he was reprimanded. The girl sitting across the carriage from him was wailing unnecessarily loudly, though. "You didn't need to hit her!" Her maid yelled at him. What was that blasted woman's name again anyway? "Are you even listening to me?!" "No. Not really." He said, eyes flashing a warning grey-green of annoyance. He was already bored of pretending to be ashamed. "She was being bothersome and would not listen to my warnings. So I slapped her." "A gentleman should never hit a lady." "We both know that I'm no gentleman," he countered. "Oh shut up and act your bloody age would you!" Adrian suddenly yelled at the crying girl, who was immediately silenced by his bright green glare. "There is a reason I say you are no lady! You cry and scream whenever you don't get your damn way. It irks me to no end!" He slammed his fist down on the seat of the carriage next to him. A cracking sound could be heard beneath the cushions, and the maid sighed. The bench would need to be repaired before the boy's mother found out. Abigail immediately realized she had pushed him a bit too far this time. His rather volatile temper was usually kept in check in situations like this, and she wondered what had him on edge that she didn't know about.
The youth sat in his seat, breathing heavily and attempting to check his emotions before he did something he really regretted. "Why don't you just read something for the rest of the ride," he said through gritted teeth. This was not a question, but an order. The girl nodded quietly. It was best to go along with him in these moods. "Helamis, do you have a book I could borrow?" She asked her maid, who promptly handed her some silly romance novel. "Thank you Helamis." The three continued in silence for the remainder of the ride.
A sudden crash mixed with the sound of dishes breaking was followed by a loud squeal as a red haired maid fell in the kitchen. Again. A tall, dark-haired butler let out a small sigh of annoyance and went to see which dishes the girl had broken this time.
"I'm sorry Mister Sebastian! Yes I am!" The ditzy woman kept repeating. She hadn't changed a bit, though she finally had gotten new glasses at Ciel's insistence that she would no longer have a job at Phantomhive manor if she did not. The servants had been too overjoyed at their master's return for her to consider arguing. The lot of them hadn't even questioned Ciel's ever-youthful appearance. The man simply ignored her apologies and ordered her, and the "chef", out of the kitchen to try and prevent any further 'accidents'. He quickly got the mess cleaned up and began preparations for the guests that would be arriving. A young lord of some sort, his actual title wasn't all that important, and his younger sister were being sent to them on their mother's orders. The siblings' father had recently died apparently. No information on the death had been given to them, not that they really cared, just that the boy was now the family head and refused to accept his title as of yet.
"It is going to be an interesting day…" He sighed to himself as he checked his watch. Pocketing the item, he prepared the tea set and headed up to serve his young master. "Sebastian." An impatient voice called him as he walked through the door. Sebastian smirked to himself at the sight of the child sitting behind the large mahogany desk. He poured the boy his tea and set the cup and saucer down on the desk. As he was placing a piece of cake next to the beverage, the boy spoke, "Have the guests arrived yet?" "Not yet, young master." "Very well. That will be all, Sebastian." "Yes, my Lord." He left the study to go about his preparations for the guests' arrival, just as he heard a loud crash from the garden like a tree falling. It seems we will never be able to get through a day without those three doing something foolish. Sebastian thought to himself. He could hear the arrival of a carriage outside and went to greet the guests. An interesting trio. He smirked as he observed the people getting out. None of them looked alike. Well, if you looked close you could see the younger two had the same straight nose and wide almond shaped eyes, but that was about it. The boy was night like the girl was day, followed by a maid.
A/N: Wow, well here we go. The rewrite is getting started already. I was bored and had a bit of inspiration. Combined the original's first two chapters. Made more sense this way and the word count was about doubled from the former first chapter.
Leave a little contribution in the box please, Loverlies!~ And if you have any suggestions on characters to try and work in in the future that'd be great. Already planning on bringing Grell in somewhere.
