So… this is my first fanfic ever! I like reading them, and then I got this idea to write a story and so I decided, why not? I'll write one. This is a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction and involves what would happen if characters from the show/manga showed up at someone's high school. I have my OC Kylee, and her friends, along with the rest of the Kuro gang. Kylee shows up to school one day to find her childhood friend, Alois Trancy, has reappeared with a dark secret. Also appearing, is a mysterious kid named Ciel and his butler, and Kylee manages to get on their bad side. It involves Black Butler in modern times. This is just a test chapter, and the summary sucks! If I get enough reviews I'll write another chapter. Please R&R!

~Enjoy!~

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.

School. Never changing, always the same old, same old. The days dragging on in their usual fashion, and my life slipping away in this institution of hell. I'd always been the one who'd hoped for something exciting to happen to their life, or at least a whisper of adventure. But the years passed by, way too normal for my liking. I thought that if something dramatic were to happen to me, my life would suddenly turn around and everything would get better. All I wanted was for some thrill in my life. Be careful what you wish for cuz you just might get it. Those words ring in my ears, now, looking back upon it and how everything went down. No matter what, though, I don't regret a single thing.

I was never the kind of girl who was outstandingly beautiful and popular, and was never very social, either. My group of friends were pretty in their own ways, but most people considered us "weird" and cast us aside as just another bunch of freaks. We were the people who were into anime/manga, and had their untamed hair and acne-ridden faces. I, however, never seemed to want to accept my fate as a "nerd" or "geek." I thought myself different. I got up every morning at 5 am sharp, and spent all morning making sure my hair, makeup, and clothes were as perfect as possible until it was time to leave at 7:30 for school. But still, nobody paid me any attention, and it felt like all my hard work went to waste. Casting those thoughts aside, I still struggled and tried to look my best, even if my efforts were futile. But I guess one can never escape their fate.

One day, about a couple months into school, my car on the normal train that consisted of my everyday life suddenly changed tracks. I guess you could say I took a walk, or moreover, a ride, on the wild side.

A Tuesday morning started off like any other. Same old Dahvy ranting about how Switzerland was the hottest character in Hetalia and Kourt contradicting with how she wants to "borrow that top," which really had nothing to do with the conversation at all. The group was in chaos, and I just stood there, as usual, observing it all.

"Hey, Kylee," I was suddenly resurfaced back to reality. "Kyyleeee," Dahvy whined, "I didn't bring my calculator for the math test today. Can I borrow yours?"

"Well tha.…" I was about to say that it wouldn't be intelligent idea, since I was also taking the test, therefore I would need a calculator as well, but Kourtney interrupted me.

"Can I borrow that top!" Kourtney exclaimed.

*facepalm* "Kourtney, honestly, how many times do you need to say that?" I wailed.

"As many times it takes to annoy the living shit out of you!" she chirped.

*double facepalm*

"You do realize that you're gonna get a headache from all that facepalming, right?" came a voice from behind me. "I used to have a friend who did quite a similar thing…"

I whirled around and found myself face to face with a shaggy blond haired boy, posing in a oversized purple zip-up hoodie, and a pair of too-short shorts that I recognized only too well…

"Alois!" I shrieked. My childhood friend from down the street that had moved away years ago stood before me now. I would've thought he'd have ditched the short-shorts by now, but you know, some people never change. I lunged at him into a hug. He seemed a bit shocked at first, but then gave into the hug. Alois was like my best and only friend all through elementary school, but in 4th grade he moved away and I lost touch with him. I went to a different district school for junior high, so I was the only person who knew who Alois Trancy was, and even after a while, I began to forget him too.

I was so overwhelmed with joy, though, to see him after all these years. It had been 5 years since I had seen him last, but it felt like nothing had changed. I got up from the hug and realized from the clueless stares of my friends, that they had no idea who this was, or why I was so joyous to see him.

"Oh, uhh, guys this is my childhood friend Alois," I explained. "Alois, this is Dahvy, Kourtney, Austin…" and so on and so forth as I introduced him to my circle of friends.

"Wait, Alois, what brings you back to this boring old town?" I questioned.

"My dad got transferred back, so I will be with you for your entire highschool experience!" Alois cheered.

"Is Alois a German name?" Kourtney asked.

"No, it's French, you idiot," Dahvy retorted.

"It sounds pretty damn German to me."

"Are you effed up in the head?"

"You wanna go?"

"Love to."

"I'm pretty sure it's English!" Austin piped in among the fussing girls.

I rolled my eyes. Those three never changed. Sometimes I wondered myself how I put up with their ramblings and ruckuses everyday.

I turned to the blonde. "So, Alois, how was England? I can't believe you're really back!"

Alois looked around nervously and lowered his voice. "To be completely honest, my dad didn't really get transferred here. I ran away. I had nowhere else to go. But I knew I had to escape and there was no other way. You see there's this kid…."

His voice was cut off by the loud entrance of someone at the front of the hallway. The main door was thrust open and slammed into the wall behind it. Everyone in the room suddenly fell silent and turned their heads to look upon the shadow in the doorway. A small kid, no larger than five feet, with navy blue hair that matched his equally striking blue eye stood there, with such authority and dignity, you'd have thought he was older and taller than he really was. He wore a tightly fitted slate-gray blazer over a black The White Stripes band t-shirt and contrasting ripped and faded skinny jeans. It seemed like it would look terrible on anyone else, but it looked cool and chic on his slim figure. The most noticeable part of his ensemble, however, was the black eye patch tied around his head that concealed his right eye. Where does one get an eye-patch in the twenty-first century? A costume shop? I turned to say something about it to Alois, but he was gone. Who flees the scene at such an important moment like this?

It was then, at that moment, that I realized there was another figure behind the boy. It looked to be a guy in his late teens, but he seemed to be overwhelming with creepiness. I felt a chill run down my spine as I noticed his blood red eyes. Even from this distance, I could see them quite clearly. He was dressed in black from head to toe. Black short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and black converse. His black hair hung loosely around his face and contrasted with his pale skin. I got this dark, but kind of sexy sort of aura coming from him. He seemed like a shadow to the young boy, which is probably how I missed him before. But after seeing him now, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

I don't think I was the only one, either. Everyone's mouths seemed to gape open in amazement at the pair in the hallway. People that had been close by had taken their distance and watched from farther away. If time could be stopped, this would be the perfect picture of it. The silence was almost eerie. I thought the moment would never pass.

The trance was broken when the boy cleared his throat sharply. He took a few paces down the hallway, his wooden heels (heels?) clacking on the dirty white floor. His dark friend? acquaintance? followed him closely. Everyone moved away from the approaching kids and gave them more than enough space. It was like they were diseased or something, and everyone wanted to get as far away as possible. I stood by my locker, watching them get closer and closer. And then, something compelled me. I have no idea why I did such a reckless thing, maybe it was my lust for adventure, but I stood right in front of the boy's path, blocking any alternate routes.

"Who do you think you are?" I interrogated. My eyes gave him a glare that could see right into his soul.

"Get out of my way." He spoke in a high-class "proper" English accent. His scowl grew even larger and his eyes narrowed.

I didn't move a muscle. I spoke calmly, "I'm going to ask you once again. Who are you?"

"And I'm not going to ask you again. Get the hell out of my way, bitch."

Then I did something even more psychotic than before. I slapped that rude young boy.

Or, at least, I tried to. A gloved hand shot out and caught mine mid-slap. I looked up and realized it was the older boy that held my wrist. Why was he wearing gloves? Wait, no, more importantly, how did he have the reflexes to catch my hand like that? It was almost superhuman. I made eye contact with him and he let my hand go. It fell lifelessly to my side.

"I would suggest that you don't try anything of that sort again." The older boy's accent matched the junior's almost exactly. Then he did something unexpected. He smiled, but it wasn't a cheerful kind of smile. It was almost an evil kind of smile, one you would expect out of a comic book villain. Then he leaned in close and whispered in my ear,"If you do, I won't hesitate to kill you."

He then continued on with the boy in blue and they walked down towards the highschool lockers. I stayed there, in shock of what I had just seen, while everyone collected themselves and went back to usual like nothing had happened. I could hear them whispering, gossiping about the sudden events, though.

"He's back." Alois's voice brought me out of my stupor.

I cocked my head. "You know him?"

"Yeah, he's the guy I've been trying to escape."

"Well I can see why. But I wouldn't be afraid of him, I'd be more afraid of his creepy-ass friend."

"You mean his butler? The kid's name is Ciel Phantomhive and that guy you just pissed off was Sebastian, his butler."

Butler? Who the hell has a butler? "Why are they here? What is their deal?"

"I kind of caused some trouble for them. And I'm pretty sure they're here for revenge. On both of us."

Hope you guys liked it! The idea has been bugging me all week, so I decided to write (or type!) it. Pllllleeeeaaaaseee review whether you like it or not, and depending on how many I get I'll write more! Thanks for reading! (: