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Stepping outside the crowded mall, laden with bags, I walk to my rusted old Sudan, which is somewhere in the crowded parking lot across the street. The bags rub against my thighs' skin, as I'm wearing short-shorts in the beginning of August. I mean come on, it can get very hot in the dead of summer in California. The sun was bearing down on me, and I tried hard not to squint, though I was wearing a snapback hat and round sunglasses. I look fresh af.
I went shopping at the mall for back to school clothes and supplies, since I'm leaving for my private high school again in a few weeks, and I need to look fresh AF. I mean, I can't go back to school and look like a stoned pothead, can I? A senior gotta look good for their last year. Technically, I'd be a Junior, but I skipped a grade back in middle school. I'm on a scholarship at a school in Michigan, and it can get hot and cold, so I'm buying lots of variety. Of course, the school was a training center basically for future assassins for the government, but I still gotta look good!
I wasn't on an academic scholarship at the school I was going to, I was on a 'fighting' scholarship. You see, the school I went to specialized in training assassins/spies (spysassins_, but it also had a great academic, language, acting, and skills program. I honestly don't want to be an assassin, well, not at the moment, but they provided some really great food in the cafeteria, so that's why I still went there. The kids were nice enough, and I could leave on the weekends! I've been going there since fifth grade. Also, I did easy jobs, so I got payed to do those jobs, which also was my homework for class, which is 2 birds and 1 stone (or 2 girls, 1 cup!). Pretty easy stuff, like apprehend some drug dealers, stop the robbers, etc. Nothing terrorist level until I'm a senior, this year I was supposed to go after private companies that specialized in bad shit. I'm so excited, I have lots of new equipment too!
The mall's parking lot is usually crowded, so when they opened up a new parking lot across the street from the mall, it was a dream come true, except when I have this many bags, in the middle of summer. You can tell that I don't care for the heat that much, but hey, it was 100 degrees outside!
I stood at the busy intersection's sidewalk, waiting for the green light to flash red. I hear a small clatter next to me, and I look over, I dropped my keys! I bent down, and picked them up, looking back up at the street sign. It's green, and I step off the side walk, and I'm halfway across the street when I hear the acceleration of tires.
Confusedly, I look to my left where the sound is coming from, and I see a beaten up car with tinted windows, speeding towards me. My life didn't flash before my eyes, like you think it would like in those cheesy movies. I didn't have any thoughts about missing my mother, father, sister (2 years junior) or my army of cactus troops which were gathered in my bedroom. I didn't have thoughts about how my best friend wouldn't have anyone like me to hold her hair back as she throws up in the toilet from drinking too much vodka at a party.
All I could think about is if this is how I go? By the dingy car after I payed so much for shopping? When I avoided assassination attempts yearly? And all I can say as my final words were-
"Ayy, I'm walkin' here-mmpf!" I say, with a New York accent, as my body thumped against the car's top, flopping against the glass. I closed my eyes, as I feel as if I'm being thrown around in a laundry machine, before I'm tossed in the air, lying on the hard concrete. Warm, thick liquid surrounds my head, as my fingers twitch. At least I'm still holding on to my bags, even in death I ain't letting go of the 5 for $30 dollar bras I got from Victoria's Secret.
I hear the clicking of feet coming towards me, and someone bending down, and I see red, long locks of hair.
"Hmmm, it says here you weren't supposed to die today..." he says, and I lightly laugh, blood coming out of my mouth.
Am I the only one who can see him? He seems awfully calm for just seeing a hit and run.
"Oh you're right! Some humans aren't idiotic," he mutters. "Well, I think I'll need to check your film reel quickl-... I can't access it."
"Bitch, I ain't Steven Spielberg's private movie theater." I sputter, coughing up more blood as I talk hoarsely.
"Well, you're coming to HQ," he says, snapping his fingers, and suddenly he and I are in a library.
That was quick.
"Stand up, you aren't dead yet," he says, offering me his hand, which I accept as I stand up, feeling light as air. "Wait, this looks familiar, I think I've seen this befor-" I say, without a hoarse voice, as I look at the guy who offered me a hand. My jaw slightly opens, but I close it.
"Yo-you're..." I stutter, and he grins at me with sharp teeth. "What? Fabulous? The devil?" He asks, with a sassy wink, adjusting his librarian glasses. This looks like Grell from Black Butler, but he looks different, more...modern. Instead of wire rimmed glasses, he's wearing black 'nerd' glasses. He has a red and maroon tie dye t-shirt, paired with a black leather jacket thrown over it, with black cargo pants. He has his hair like it was in the anime and manga, except some of it is pulled up in a half-bun, braided strands coming off of it. He's also wearing red Vans.
"Grell?" I ask, and the sassy exterior fades. "How did you know?" He asks, and I try to think of a reason, and I look behind him and see the other reaper, William, walk in from a distance.
"Because, the guy behind you is shouting your name!" I say, and he turns around.
"Grell, why did you bring a dying human here?" He asks, and I try to hide my inner fangirl. Okay, it's official, these guys are straight from Black Butler, what are they doing here? Why am I here? William is wearing khakis and a black polo shirt, with dress shoes, and the same glasses. Still formal as ever...
"Because they weren't supposed to die!" He says, running his fingers through his hair. "If I may ask, what happened?" I ask, with Grell looking at me, a sharp pointy smile flashing at me.
"Hun, you died, on accident! You weren't supposed to die until 102 years old, after you climbed Mount Everest, took a break, fell asleep and died." Grell says, and my eyes widen, Mount Everest?! Sweet!
"What happened was us 'Grim Reapers' have been assisting in helping collect souls from America and Britain," William says, pushing up his glasses. "We'll bounce between America and Britain."
"And, Taylor Taylor, it just so happens there's another Taylor Taylor, who is currently on the other side of the road he was supposed to die on, both being named Briar Road. But, he's in England, while you're in America." Grell finishes, and I cross my arms. "I go by Ivy...my parents chose the worst possible name for me, I swear to god..." I mutter., crossing my arms with a humph, "So basically, you got it wrong because you got the countries mixed up, and our names?" I ask, and they both nod. I sigh, shaking my head.
"Well, you also kinda look like a dude when a car is hitting you," Grell says, and my jaw drops.
"Just because my hair is short and curly, doesn't mean I'm not a girl!" I say, reaching my hand up, ruffling my chin-length short hair. I loved how it was curly and short, it looks good on me.
"Yeah yeah, anyway, to try and prevent your premature death so the universe can stay in balance, the universe flipped you into an identical dimension, that was only slightly different." William explains, and I arch a brow.
"How is it different?" I ask. "Well, for starters, President Obama wasn't re-elected, and it was Mitt Romney instead, and magic exists in this universe, yet it is unknown to the human race. There's just more of a variation here instead of how it is over there." Grell says, "And some of the fictional universes in your world are real here, and vice versa. The anime 'Keeping up with the Kardashians' is VERY entertaining!"
"But to keep the balance, why did I still die?" I ask, and William glares at Grell. "When you were falling mid-air, you fell head first and split your head against the concrete," William says, pushing up his glasses, and I slightly chuckle.
"I got a second chance, and not even a second later I mess up."
"Well, we found a way to fix your problems, congrats!" Grell says, doing his classic pose. "What is it?" I say, and William and Grell glance at each other.
"The last time this happened, was 1887, in London, England. A bloke had a flower pot dropped on to his head," William says. "But that was the first time a mess up happened, so we couldn't do anything about it." Grell says, "But, we can fill you in to his place, so the universe remains in balance!"
"So, you're sending me back in time?!" I ask, and William pushes up his glasses. "Yes, and no. For the time being, we'll give you a Death's Kiss, so you don't age or die while you're there, until another 'didn't mean for you to die' happens. Death's Kiss is the opposite of what humans believe it to be, ironically. Or, you might just live until this current year, and you can continue your normal life. Some decades will be nice to live through, we know."
"The 50's and 60's were so rock n' roll! Loved it!" Grell says, doing his pose, AGAIN. "I quite enjoyed the 20's," William says. I sigh, so this was how I was going to live, but at least I can have some fun.
"How are you sending me back?" I ask, and they put fingers to both of their lips.
"Secret. Don't tell past us about this. It'll affect the course of history." William says, and Grell nods. "Yes, now!" They remove both of their fingers from their lips, and I close my eyes, as they press their fingers into my eyelids lightly. They chant something in Latin, as a white light pulses.
"Sayonara!" Grell calls out, before the world fades into white, and I feel weightless, like I'm in space, before I feel my feet touch down.
Opening my eyes, I see I'm in the middle of the forest, standing by a grave.
"Sorry!" I exclaim, turning towards the grave, bowing respectfully. I always felt uncomfortable in grave yards, and I look at the grave stone.
"Adam Adams," I read, "1833-1887. Better a flower pot than your ex-mistress." I wince at the last line, what did he even do?
I'll take the last name...in memory.
Shaking my head, I look around me, seeing a graveyard surrounding me, and I slump my shoulders. Looking down, I see I still have my bags with me, and I'm wearing my same clothes. I reach into my back pocket, looking for my phone, but I pull out a note. 'No technology in 1887!' the note reads, and I rip it up into pieces, throwing the confetti on to the ground. Hehe, good thing I have my iPod touch in my shopping bag with a new charger and headphones...he he he...
I set the bags down, and take off my snapback hat. It's purple, with black designs on it, and I see some red stains on it. That must be from where I cracked my head...
I quickly pat down my head, but don't feel any injuries or anything abnormal, other than dried blood in my dark brown hair. Ew. I have purple dip dyed ends in my hair, and purple and dark red don't match well. I take two rubber band from my wrist, putting my short hair into two pig tails high on my head, which kinda resemble 'space buns' with the curliness. Putting the hat back on, I pick up my bags, making my way out of the graveyard. The sun is currently in the east, at around a 45 degree angle, so it's about 8 in the morning.
I hike through the woods, really regretting eating Taco Bell burritos as my last meal. Death, a giant water, sassy modern grim reapers and spicy burritos don't mix well, I really need to use the bathroom! But I'm not gonna poop in the woods, a mosquito might bite my butt and I'll get ebola or something... Looking at the skies as I hiked, trying to calm my bladder, until a creme-ish colored pointed roof with blue tiles peaks above the trees. Is...that?
I quicken my speed, until I break from the trees, and I gasp in shock. Is that the Phantomhive estate? Estates have bathrooms, and I love bathrooms. I appreciate them too, and I'd appreciate to use one right now...
I practically sprint across the lawn, until I reach the grand front doors. I knock on the doors, trying not to break down the doors and run inside. The door opens without sound, and my jaw almost drops. Freakin' Sebastian! He's even cooler in real life! Or, another dimension at least...
"Hello, welcome to the Phantomhive Estate. Do you have any business here?" He asks coolly and politely, and I nod vigorously. He looks me up and down, slightly disgusted at my clothing choice. Sebastian could only think one thing.
This train wreck of a whore must be pretty desperate to wear clothes THIS short. I mean, her dress sleeves are just two strings, and the 'dress' ends mid-thigh! Is that blood, staining the front of her blue 'dress'?
"Important business, I must attend to. Yes, yes." I say, trying to think of an excuse, before I sigh, giving up. Sebastian would see through it if I lied. "I need to use the water closet, please."
"We aren't interested in having a mistress attend to us currently, please come again later." He says cheerfully, before closing the door. My jaw drops, how rude! I am not seeking sex, just a toilet to relieve myself.
I bang on the door, frustrated. "I ain't no mistress, I just need to take a shit, so let me in or I'll leave a MASSIVE poop on the doorstep!" I yell out, eyebrows twitching. The door immediately opens, and Sebastian looks at me shocked.
"Foul mouth for a woman, especially a woman of your standing. Nevertheless, I'll show you to the water closet, before you can leave." He says, and I sigh in relief.
"Thanks," I say, entering the manor, following him to a door, as he walked without turning around. He stops abruptly, and I have to stop quickly, or I might have run into him.
"Here's the water closet, need any assistance?" He asks, and I quickly shake my head no, as I step inside, closing and locking the door.
"Thank you so much!" I call out, going to the toilet, and doing my business.
I finish up, washing my hands, and I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess! I quickly strip of my clothes, putting on a new bra and panties. I put on a light gray, circle skirt, with a dark purple loose t shirt, and I put away the hat, and old clothes.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I see Sebastian awaiting me outside the bathroom. "Why wear inappropriate clothing in the daytime, if I may ask?" He asks politely, hands at side like a penguin, and I snicker.
"How is this inappropriate?" I ask, and he smirks. "Your legs are very distracting, and you are simply showing too much skin. It may be pleasing towards a married partner of yours, but not in public. It's not...appeasing, to the public eye" He sounds like my middle school principal!
"Listen up you long haired mongrel, women-kind does not simply exist to have 'pleasing' bodies to partners of theirs," I say, looking him dead in the eye. "It's my body, and I am very confident in it, thank you very much. Female dresses are so restricting, too many ruffles and frills. And corsets, don't even get me started! What if I need to run, or climb something? I'll just look like a damsel in distress! Ridiculousness, is it not? Imagining me, as a damsel in distress, unbelievable!" Sebastian looks neutral with my rant, and he just sighs.
"The Phantomhive Estate can provide you with dresses so you don't have to go into pub-"
"Nopety nope, I'm confident with how I look, thank you very much. Just like how I told you previously." I say, holding up a hand, when I hear a crash. So, I made it in time for the first episode of the anime...
"That must be your fine china cabinet, what a pity," I say, clucking my tongue in shame, shaking my head sadly. Sebastian raises a brow at me. "Really, now?" He asks, and I nod.
"Yup, and you might wanna check the kitchen too, burnt black, like a bad burger from Burger King." I say.
"What's a Burger King...Miss...?"
"Miss Adams, but call me Ivy if you wish," I say, thinking of the name on the gravestone. Since I'm replacing flower-pot boy, I might as well take the last name!
"Well, Miss Adams, please follow me." he says, turning on his heels, walking down some corridors. I practically have to break into a jog to catch up. "Short legs here! Slow down!" I call out, but he doesn't slow down in the slightest. I'm only 5'!
We go down a set of staircases to the servant's area, where MBF stood. Oh, how exciting to see them too!
Sebastian sighs, looking at Baldroy's afro.
"Now, how exactly did this happen?"
"I thought things would go faster if I used extra strength weed-killer on the garden."
"I was trying to reach the tea set we use for guests, but I tripped and the cabinet fell!"
"There was a lot of meat to be cooked for dinner, and it was gonna take a long time, so uh, I used me flamethrower."
I giggle, and Sebastian looks at me from the corner of his eye, and I stop. No need to be so harsh...geez.
"Listen, where I come from, I improvise if I haven't done my school work yet," I say, walking over to Baldroy, resting my elbow on his shoulder and leaning on it. "If you can't do *British Food*, you can do it in a style, where meat is raw. Like..." I say, using a British accent on *British Food*, and trailing off, hoping they get the idea. Sebastian's eyes light up. "Of course...Miss Adams, you're a genius! Everyone, if we work hard, we can still save the night." he says, and the servants nod.
"I'll help too, if you need it." I volunteer, and Sebastian nods. "Great, let's set off to work! Y'all can call me Ivy!" I say, giving them the thumbs up. They look confused at my strange way of speaking, but flash me a grin, giving me the thumbs up back.
"Mey-Rin, yes I am!"
"Finny!"
"Baldroy...I'm a chef." he says with a wink.
For the next few hours, we vigorously work on making the Phantomhive manor looking like a Japanese garden, but we nailed it in the end!
"Miss Adams?" A voice says, and I turn around, seeing Sebastian directly behind me. I jump a step back, putting my hands up. "Ever heard of a personal bubble? I need breathing space, so don't try scarin' me!" I say. I'm always a bit jumpy because of the training I've gone through, and who knows? Maybe Sebastian wants to kill me!
Sebastian ignores what I just said, still standing close to me. "I'd like you to meet our young master, since you've been helping out. It'd bring me great honor to bring you to him." He says with a short bow, and I lightly laugh.
"Honor schmonor, the little boy blue just wanna scopes what's going on."It's an order, not a 'I'll have great honor bringing him to you' BS. I bet his office is...right there!" I point at a window which overlooks the front yard. "He must've seen me and wondered who is on his property, am I not right?"
"Correct, Miss Adams, that is where his office is." He says, and I sigh. "If you're gonna call me Miss, call me Miss Ivy instead of Miss Adams, I feel like a widowed grandma. Though, I prefer Ivy. In fact, call me Ivy." He bows, "Certainly, Miss Ivy. Please, follow me now."
Drats!
He turns on his heels, walking inside as I follow him. Up the stairs, a few lefts, and we arrive in front of a door.
Sebastian knocks, and a demanding, child-like voice comes out. "Enter." Oh gosh, little boy himself! I already met the devilish sinnamon roll, now I'm meeting the sinnamon roll child!
Sebastian opens the door, and I step inside the grand office, with wooden EVERYTHING it seems.
"You must be Ivy Adams," Ciel says, looking bored from behind his desk. This wasn't as exciting as I'd hope it'd be..."Yup," I say, looking at his big bookshelf. Boooooooookkkkkksssss...
"What are you doing at my place of residence?" He asks demandingly, but with the same bored tone. I look at him in his uncovered eye. "I had to poop."
Ciel's eyebrow twitches. "What? Why is a lady talking like that? What about your strange, inappropriate clothing?"
"Well..." I say, walking over to the couch, and jumping on, before flopping into a laying position. "If you haven't yet noticed, I'm from America, with my accent and all. A state called California, which is gonna be pretty cool in a few years. I mean, gold was great in the past, but Popsicles are coming up! Oooh, and Dreyer's Ice Cream, and..." I look at the butler and his master, and they look very confused. "Nevermind that, what were you wanting to ask me about?" I ask, looking at Ciel.
"Well," he says, regaining his posture, "now, explain your origin."
"Well, I was supposed to go to school in Michigan, but plans changed and I took a trip to beautiful York-"
"We're on a private property outside London." Ciel says.
"-London. And, I went into the woods, because I saw this really cute rabbit. Lost it, but the rabbit was so freaking cute!" I explain, and they both sweat drop. "Anyway, I ended up in this freaky graveyard, so I went in this random direction, had to use the water closet, and ended up here!"
"Do you have any actual useful skills, other than chasing after cute rabbits?" Ciel says, and I think.
"Well..."
"Tell me something that'll impress me." Ciel says, leaning back.
"Who's that Italian guy coming...Dominoes? No..." I trail off, trying to remember the name.
"Damiano?" Sebastian asks, and I snap my fingers at him, pointing at him. "Ding ding, that's correct!" I say, and he nods, as I turn back to Ciel. "Yeah, don't trust him. Con artist. He's a traitor, don't trust him, or give him the money he asks for. Total waste of a few pounds."
Ciel leans forward, eye widening. "Tell me more." He demands, and I sit up, smoothing out my skirt.
"Mr. Damiano has already sold off the particular branch he was in charge of, so he can have more money to hog to himself, much like a hog, hehe. He's so far used the money to get with women, have nice clothes, and live in a bigger than average estate. He's gonna come up and ask you for more money to go to this factory, to either 'fix some problems going on' down there, or 'to ensure more success, yippee!' Mostly because he believes you to be a gullible little boy, and mostly because he's a con artist. It's in his nature, and that's where he is at his best."
"How do you know this, Ivy?" Ciel questions, leaning forward and I smirk.
"Because all pigs look the same," I reply, and he leans back slightly, exchanging looks with Sebastian.
"How do you believe we should resolve this problem, Miss Ivy?"
"Ivy, Ciel, I only told Sebastian to call me Miss Ivy because he keeps adding Miss! Now, the way we resolve this issue... have you Ever heard of the phrase about keeping your enemy on your toes? Speaking of this saying, I think we should knock some good sense into him, and the most effective, and fun, way to do this is to scare him so much, he runs away from the mansion in fright and quits his position immediately!" I say, standing up, clapping my hands together once. "Does this sound good? Yes? No?"
Ciel stands up, looking at Sebastian. "For now, Ivy shall stay as a resident guest here, please see to all her belongings, and put it in a guest room. And get her some proper clothing! She looks like a whore!"
"I ain't no whore!" I exclaim, eyebrow twitching.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian says with a deep bow, before leaving the room. "And you, Miss Ivy, you shall stay here and help me with case work. Welcome to the mansion, I am Ciel Phantomhive, and this is my butler Sebastian.l" Ciel says, looking at me.
"Sure! Now, for my idea of a scare, how about a little game?" I ask, and Ciel nods slowly. "I'm listening..." he says, and I explain the plan.
"Miss Ivy, the guest is almost here, so we need to prepare you." Sebastian says about 30 minutes later, entering the room. "Why can't I remain like this?" I ask. "It's considered...inappropriate, for a woman to wear that in male company." he says, and I sigh.
"Fine, if it's just a long dress."
"I will also get Mey-Rin to put a corset on you."
"Oh hell no!" I say, standing up from where I was sitting. "Wearing a corset can cause the internal organs to move out of their original positions and being crushed, cause breathlessness and discomfort while moving, compressed lungs, indigestion problems, fractured ribs. Also, redness and chafing of the skin can happen too." I finish, and Ciel's eye widen, while Sebastian smirks.
"You are very knowledgeable for such a young girl, you are about ten years old, are you not?" Sebastian asks, and I sweat drop.
"I'm actually 15... my birthday is in April, when I'm turning 16. I get it, I'm really short! Wait, you thought a ten year old was also a prostitute? Good god!" I exclaim, and both of their eyes widen. "What? How do you know these factsf?!" Ciel exclaims.
"Well, thanks, I guess, but a couple weeks ago I wanted to be a surgeon, and before that a detective... I have studied laws from multiple countries and studied medical terms, conditions, diseases, etcetera too. Just to research what I want as a future job. And before that was an actress..." This time, Sebastian smirks, looking at Ciel, and Ciel nods back. "I think I've chosen a wonderful pawn." Ciel says, and I roll my eyes.
"Hun' if you think I'm going to be a pawn, you're incorrect. I play the game as I want, and if I see fit, I'll leave at any time. Self-suicide, self-quit, whatever you wish to call it." I say, turning from Ciel to face Sebastian. "I'll get ready, no corset though." I tell him, and he sighs in defeat. "Alright, Miss Ivy, I'll lead you to the guest room." Sebastian says, walking out the door as I follow him "these dresses are extra ones we have from when...Miss Elizabeth visits."
"Am I really that short?" I ask, and he walks in the direction of rooms.
"Honestly, yes." He says, and I sigh. "If I may ask, Miss Ivy, why do you have purple in your hair, and how?" He asks, and I instinctively reach up, touching my hair. "Dyes. I thought it looked good." I say, and Sebastian looks back at me.
Sebastian thought for a moment, Miss Ivy did look good with the purple ends in her hair, it was an identifiable feature that made her unique. Ciel had his eyepatch, covering the contract in his right eye, Mey-Rin had her round glasses and pinkish hair in pigtails, and here Miss Ivy was with her odd colored hair ends. The bright, light purple stood out against her vibrant brown hair and sun-kissed skin, making her light blue eyes pop. He admits, he found her large eyes admirable, which are framed with dark, short lashes. Her eyebrows were thick, with a small arch, but it suited her. With a naturally red-pink Cupid's bow shaped lips, and slightly broader nose, she was certainly lovely looking, with a wild, natural beauty. She was of a short stature, which is why he thought she was younger, but she has the curves and bust of a model, even without the corset, and she had a few freckles sprinkled on her cheekbone. And, there was a little dimple on her chin, which is kinda cute. But, she was certainly far from perfection, especially bearing her sharp tongue and bluntness of words, good gracious, how could a woman ever talk like that?!
"Well, I shall take my leave," Sebastian says, stopping in front of a door and bowing, "I must attend to matters at hand before our guest arrives."
"Great, I'll see you later, alligator," I say, and he raises a brow.
"Alligator...?"
"It's an American term," I say hastily, stepping inside the room quickly, shutting the door.
I turn around, and see a large room bigger than 10 dorms at my private school combined, with a four poster bed, a couch, a desk, a japanese changing screen, and a large bookshelf. I see Mey-Rin standing in front of the bed, looking nervous.
"H-hello Miss Adams! I-I am M-mey-Rin!" She says, before picking up a long sleeved light pink dress, with a few ruffles at the bottom, and a large, dark pink bow on the front.
"Call me Ivy, please! And, I remember your name, silly goose! God, we spent all that time preparing for tonight, and you still address me formally? I wish for us to become friends, and you not treat me like some old woman or something," I say with a chuckle, taking the dress, turning to look at the back, that has intricate laces.
"Well, I can put on the dress myself, but I might need some help on the back..." I muse to myself, looking up at Mey-Rin, who's face is flushed. "Are you sick, Mey-Rin?" I ask, and she shakes her head no. "I am fine, M-Ivy!" She says, correcting herself, and I smile in relief. "That's good, I'll be out in un momento..." I say, walking behind the changing screen, stripping myself of my clothes, before putting on the dress. It's kinda long, with the sleeves going half-way up my hand, and the dress being a bit too long on the floor, but it'll work.
"Miss Nina, our seamstress, will come in to our estate to get you some properly fit garments, Ivy." Mey-Rin says, and I exit the changing screen, turning around. "That's good, knowing the clutz I am I'll trip eventually." I say, and I feel her wrap her fingers around the ribbons, pulling them tight.
"Where is your corset, Ivy?" She asks. "I'm not using one, I don't need it, I'm perfectly fine with my body the way it is." I say, and Mey-Rin sighs.
"Well, I'll try my best, even though this dress is supposed to have a corset. Besides, I was informed this dress will be just ruined later..." Mey-Rin says, before yanking on the ribbons. I sharply inhale, sucking in my stomach.
After a few minutes, which feels more like an hour, she finished. "That wasn't too hard, was it now, Ivy?" she asks, and I look at her in bewilderment. "What?!" I ask.
"Well, time to brush your hair!" She says, pulling out a brush, and my jaw drops. "I only brush my hair when it's wet, or it won't be tamed, it's really curly, so no brushes!" I say, and she shakes her head.
"Sorry Ivy, I have my orders..." she says, closing in on me.
10 minutes later-
Groaning in anguish, Mey-Rin apologizes for breaking another wooden hair brush while attempting to brush my hair.
"Just let me do it," I say, taking out the broken-in-half wooden hair brush pieces from my hair. I pull it into a ponytail, with a few curls breaking free and framing my face.
"Does this work?" I ask, and she nods. "I don't know why I didn't think of that, I just wanted to brush your hair out so it was longer." She claims, and I laugh. "Don't worry, one time I babysitted these kids and they got some legos stuck in my hair. This was back when it was longer, and I found it that night when I was taking a shower." I recall, remembering those little brats.
"What's a Lego?" She asks, confused, and I almost face palmed. "It's a children's play toy in America, little bricks, basically." I explain, and she pulls out a pair of black flats.
"Put these on, please." she says, and I hold on up. "These are ridiculously small! What size are these?!" I ask, and she looks confused. "The average 'American' size...6. Why do you ask?" She asks, and I drop both of the shoes on the ground.
"Well, I'm above the average, I wear 11's!" I respond with a chuckle, and Mey-Rin starts apologizing. "No, don't apologize! I just have really big feet, that's all. No one will notice under this dress if I go barefoot." I stand up.
I walk to the door, opening it to see Sebastian there. He looks me up and down critically, before his eyes stop at the bottom of my dress.
"Where is your shoes." he asks, and I sweat drop. How did he know?!
"Well, I wouldn't have fitted in your baby shoes, so I decided on going barefoot. It's nice going shoeless in this stuffy dress, the marble tiles are cool on my feet." I banter, flexing my toes on the ground. Besides, if I stepped on anything, I wouldn't feel it. Hard calluses formed on my feet from years of training.
"I see. I shall take you to my lord's office, where our guest is. Is the plan of yours ready?" He asks, and I smirk.
"Of course it is," I say, with an authentic sounding Italian voice, and he raises a brow. "You suddenly have an Italian accent?" He asks, and I smirk. "My parents were both voice actors for this company, and they eventually got married. I guess it just runs in the blood, because I can do multiple world accents or character voices." I shrug, using my regular voice.
Sebastian leads me to Ciel's office, before knocking. "Ciel, you're visitor Ivy is here to see you," he says, opening the door.
"Another visitor?" an Italian voice asks, when the door opens, and a small woman walks in. Tan skin, with dark brows and dark hair, with a big bust and nice hips, the Italian man's jaw dropped.
What a perv! Finding a girl probably half his age hot!
"Ciel, it is nice to see you." I say with the accent, walking towards Ciel, curtsying to him. I turn around and look at the Italian man in shock, pretending I had not noticed him.
"Sorry, I did not see you there!" I say in fake shock, before I turn and curtsy to him. "I am Ivy Adams, call me what you wish."
"O-oh! I am Mr. Damiano," he responds back, "I didn't know Mr. Phantomhive had other guests with him at the moment."
"The more the merrier," I respond back with a fake giggle, sitting on Ciel's arm rest. He looks up at me with this 'do I have to' look, and I slightly nod. He sighs, wrapping his arm around my waist loosely.
"Let us continue our game," Ciel says, and Mr Damiano eyes the hand around my waist, before looking away quickly. No... this won't do.
"It's my turn," Ciel says, reaching forward. "Ciel, can I do it?" I ask, looking at him with big eyes.
"Go ahead, I see why not." He says, leaning back in his chair. I lean forward to spin the spinner, exposing my cleavage. A woman has gotta do whatever to work their plan, just remember that. I feel Mr Damiano's gaze on my chest, as I spin it. God, this Dominoes guy is such a perv...
"Drats! I got us bewitched by the eyes of the dead! I'm sorry Ciel, but I lost us a turn." I pout, looking at Ciel. He sighs in annoyance. "Rotten luck, your turn Damiano." Ciel says, and I lean back to my original position, looking at Damiano.
He looks at my chest, and at where Ciel's hand lay on my waist for a bit longer. I roped him into the trap...now all I have to do is wait.
"Right now is the perfect time. We should begin expanding the company and building a strong labor force, it would-" he says, but Ciel shakes his head to silence him. "Go on, it's your turn."
"Oh, yes. I just spin this then," Damiano says, before he spins the spinner. "Okay there, five spaces. Now, what I wanted to ask you. Perhaps you could contribute another 12,000 pounds to support our expansion? I believe it will be quite a profitable venture for you, my lord, and I would consider it an honor to help expand the Funtom Company…"
"You lose a leg in the enchanted forest. And it's your turn again. I lost a turn, remember?" Ciel asks bored, looking at the game.
"Oh, I see. Right, I move six," Damiano says, respinning.
"You don't. That's three." Ciel says, looking up at him.
"What? But…" Damiano rejects Ciel's words, looking confused.
"I guess, because you lost a leg, if you recall. Now you only move half other number of spaces." I explain, and Damiano nods nervously.
"Oh my, ha ha ha ha. This is a gruesome-a board game, isn't it? Is there-a no way for me to restore my leg, then?" He asks, and Ciel looks at him seriously with one eye. " I'm afraid once something is truly lost, sir, that one can never get it back again." Ciel looks at the board, than back up again at Damiano. "Your body is burnt by raging flames." Damiano's eyes widen in shock.
Sebastian knocks on the door, before entering."Pardon the interruption, but dinner is served. Tonight, we are dining outside." Sebastian says, and Damiano looks relieved to see Sebastian enter.
"Oh, dinning out in that exquisite stone garden? Shall we go, my lord and lady?" Damiano asks, and Ciel nods coolly. "We shall finish the game later." Ciel says, and Damiano's eye twitches.
"Oh, is there any real need to finish it? It's obvious I'ma going to lose." Damiano says, and I stand up, and so does Ciel.
"I'm not in the habit of abandoning games halfway through." Ciel looks up at Damiano. "It's much more interesting to see it all the way through." Ciel and I make our way to the door.
"How childish." Damiano mutters under his breath, and Ciel looks behind him, straight at Damiano. Sebastian's gaze hardens, and I smile.
"Oh I, I mean that sometimes it takes a child's eyes to see what's really important. It's a true gift. Maybe that's what's made the Phantomhives the nation's foremost toy makers. It certainly impresses me!" Damiano says hastily, holding up his hands defensively. Sebastian's eyes harden slightly, and so does Ciel's.
"I agree with Mr. Damiano, it takes one to know one." I say, looking back at him, giving him a playful wink. He smirks slightly, and I smile lightly at him, before turning around. My fake smile falls through, and a mischievous smirk replaces it. This will be so much fun!
We are led outside to the table, and I sit on the end closest to Damiano, with Ciel on the opposite end. We had planned it out to be this way, but when Damiano saw the extra chair near one of the heads, he went to that chair. Ciel looked at me and nodded, and I nodded back at him.
"On tonight's menu is a dish of finely-sliced raw beef donburi, courtesy of our chef Baldroy." Sebastian responds, and I smile. It was literally shredded beef that Baldroy messed up.
"A pile of raw beef. And this is din-"
"Oh, I haven't had donburi since I was a child!" I say, pretending to be excited, "It will be wonderful to have donburi again!"
"Yes, Donburi is truly wonderful. Haven't you ever heard of it, Mr. Damiano? This, good sir, is a traditional Japanese delicacy, a dish offered as a sign of gratitude to someone who has accomplished important work. That, sir, is the wonder of donburi!" Sebastian says, trying to make the dish as appetizing as a 5 class meal. "This is a token from our master, to show his thanks for all your hard work on the company's behalf. He wanted you to know that it's much appreciated."
"Excellent, what an inspired idea! The legendary Phantomhive hospitality in action!" Damiano says, applauding lightly. I giggle slightly, applauding too to cover up for my laugh. "Wonderful!" I echo, feeling like a mime-bird. God, this was so boring so far...
"The vintage we are pouring tonight was specially selected to compliment the flavor of soy sauce. Mey-Rin. Now, Mey-Rin." Sebastian says, as Mey-Rin stands there shakily.
"Yes, sir!" she responds, but continues to stand there.
"Why are you just standing there? Pour the man a glass of wine." Sebastian whispers in her ear, as Mey-Rin blushes. I roll my eyes, taking a bite of the tasty donburi. Poor Mey-Rin, she had no idea what would happen. And Sebastian, why did the demon have to be so hot and confuse girls?
"Of course, yes, sir!" she clanks forward to our side of the table, and holds up the bottle of wine.
"W-would you like one too, Miss Adams?" she asks, using a formal name in front of the guest.
"No thank you, I don't drink." I respond, I'm not gonna be an alcoholic under-aged teen!
Mey-Rin starts having fantasies about Sebastian, and pours the wine on to the table cloth, but the pig Damiano doesn't notice a thing.
Sebastian does the tablecloth pull of amazingness, and the other servants rush Mey-Rin away.
"Where did the tablecloth go?" Damiano asks, looking at the table, and I stiffle my giggle by eating some more Donburi.
"I noticed a speck of dirt, and had Sebastian remove the table cloth." Ciel says, acting all modest, when he too was surprised.
"Please accept my apologies, sir. Do continue. Enjoy the meal at your leisure." Sebastian says, holding the table cloth in his hand.
"Oh, Oh my! Lord Phantomhive, once again you have truly impressed me. What an able butler you've acquired."
"Pay him no mind. He merely act as befits one of my servants." Wow Ciel, you are so modest of your sexy-ass demon butler.
"My master is quite correct about that. Naturally, you see, I am simply one hell of a butler." Sebastian says his line, and I eat more Donburi to hide a squeal in amazingness of that line I just witnessed. His catch phrase in real life! Now that I think about it, if you rearrange the letters, it's 'I am simply one butler of hell', because he's a demon. That's hilarious!
Ciel *humphs*, and we return to our meal.
"We shall return to our game, no?" Ciel asks, standing up from the table. Damiano sweats at his brow, but nods anyway.
"Oh, I forgot something! I'll return to you all soon!" I say, standing up, walking from the table and to the set spot where I'd do our plan.
Bewitched by the eyes of the dead.
Ciel's voice echoes in Damiano's mind, as he runs in a hallway to find the drawing room, when he stumbles upon Miss Adams, facing the door to her room.
"Qui-quickly Miss Adams! We must flee this mansion, it is haunted!" Damiano says, and I smirk, rolling my eyes into the back of my head, turning around to face Damiano. I open my mouth, as thick, red liquid oozes out, running down my chin and on to my dress. Truthfully, it's just cherry juice.
"Grandine Beezlebub," I say, forcing my voice to go deep with the fake accent, as I walk towards him. "Grandine Beezlebub!" I spit out the rest of the cherry juice out at him, splashing on the front of his suit, as I reach my hand out to touch him, but he lets out a girly, high-pitched scream and runs away to another hallway.
Snickering to myself, I wipe the juice away with the back of my hand, and I walk to the corner of the hallway, turning right, then a left, before I reach Ciel's parlor door, and enter.
Ciel is inside, chuckling, and he looks out the window, where we see Mr. Damiano limping away from the mansion. "Mamma Mia!" He calls out into the night, and I giggle.
"Well, wasn't that something," I say, sitting down in the chair from across Ciel, eyeing the board game. "I'll finish for Mr. Damiano. It's only a board game, not the Jumanji trick we pulled on the pig Italian." This, sadly, seemed it would follow the anime. Or, it would be a mix, but who knew? Only time would tell.
"Agreed, that was most amusing." He says, and I spin the spinner. "Move 4," he says, and I move it.
"You are chained to this spot for the rest of this game," Ciel reads, before he looks up at me. "I win."
"Yeah, yada yada yada, you won. On my first move," I humph out, crossing my arms.
He smirks, and I get up.
"Good night you doofy," I say, walking over to him in his chair, enveloping him in a bone-tight hug.
"W-what are you doing! Get off of me!" he says, pushing me off him.
"Is everything all right?" Sebastian asks, opening the door.
"She attacked me!" Ciel complained, and I humped, crossing my arms. "A hug isn't an attack!" I banter back. "Open up your heart more, and be expecting more hugs from me! Hehe..." I say, walking over to Sebastian.
"Ciel, a hug is a way of showing affection to another, like so," I wrap my arms around Sebastian in a sort-of hug, since I'm 5' flat and Sebastian is 6'1", and my face goes into his lower chest. He's shorter than The Rock, which is funny. Who's more awesome, The Rock or Sebastian? The Rock is pretty great, but Sebastian is one hell of a butler...
The Rock wins.
"You are very short," Ciel says, looking at the height difference, and I sweat drop. "I know what I am, but so are you! You're only like...my height. So we're both stuck in the same rowboat! Haha!" I say, pointing at him.
"I can still grow, at least. You're probably done." He says, and I think back to Health class. Girls reach their full adult height between ages 15-17...
I fall on my knees, on to the ground, as I look up at the ceiling. "Whyyyyyyyy..." I call out in anguish, before I place my hand to my heart, "do I not care." I seriously say, before looking at Ciel, who has a puzzled look on his face.
"I'm a 'meme queen' hun, simple roasts against me is like having a candle that's not lit in the same room I am in." I say, standing up, looking at Sebastian.
"What is a meme queen?" Ciel asks, confused by the American's way of speaking, but I just ignore him.
"I kinda forgot where my room is, hehe, so can you show me where it is?" I ask, and he bows shortly. "Certainly, Miss Ivy." He says, and we exit the room, as he shows me to where the guest bedroom is.
"Isn't Ciel's room right next to mine?" I ask, and Sebastian nods to confirm my thoughts.
"He...he...he..." I say, rubbing my hands together evilly. "What time does Ciel go to bed at, and wake up at?" I ask, and he thinks.
"He falls asleep at 10:00 usually, and wakes up at 7:00." Precisely 9 hours to fuck up Ciel.
"That's very useful information, how do you know the exact time he falls asleep at?" I ask, as we enter the hallway my room is in. "I'm simply one hell of a butler," he says with a smirk, stopping in front of my room.
"Correction, you're simply one butler of hell." I say with a wink, and the smirk falls off his face. I giggle, and open the door.
"Miss Ivy, is there anything you'd like to let me know?" He asks, and I pretend to look confused. "Know what? You're attitude clearly shows you'd rather be in hell than deal with some of the things Ciel orders." I state, and the smirk grows back on his face.
"You are certainly right, Miss Ivy. Your belongings are in the closet in the room, and if I may ask..."
"Yes?" I reply, and he looks very confused about the next question.
"What is Victoria's Secret? Is it a dark one, or is it simply something personally weird? The Phantomhives have deep connections with the queen, so I'd just like to know for future reference." He asks, and I hold in my laughter. Oh god, this is hilarious!
"Well, you can't tell this to the public, but," I whisper, "Victoria's Secret is she secretly plays with children's toys."
(A/N- apparently my dad asked my mom what Victoria's Secret was about 10 years ago, and she told them in the dressing room they have cookies, so my dad thought that's why the dressing rooms took forever, was because they had 'cookies' back there. Turned out, he asked an employee friend who worked their if their cookies were good. I DIED)
Sebastian's eyes widen, as his smirk grows. "I'll keep this for future reference, good night, Miss Ivy." He says with a bow, before turning and leaving.
I walk into my room, and I reach my hands to the back of my dress, undoing the laces. I slip the silk off of my arms, and the dress falls off, pooling around my ankles. I step out of the dress, and I'm only in my panties and a bra.
So, now that I think about it, the only things I currently own is the things I bought. So I have textbooks, which I'll study from so I don't end up stupid, clothes, bras, books, shoes...
Why didn't I just wear those shoes I bought earlier instead of going barefoot? Nevermind, I can't change what's happened.
I take off my bra, putting on a comfy bralette and running shorts, taking my hair out of the ponytail, and I pull out a book and read.
I look at the clock, and it reads '9:50.' I hear some faint rustling noises from the side of the wall my bed was on, and a mischievous grin comes across my face.
I pull out the drum pedal replacement I got for my sister at the mall, setting it on my bed, as I dragged the couch about a foot away from the wall. Grabbing the drum pedal, I place it on the floor, where once I press on the pedal it would hit the wall.
I open my book, continuing to read, when the clock chimes '10:00'. Time to start, hehe.
Pressing my foot on to the pedal, the weight hits the wall, making a bump sound. I smirk, so Ciel will definitely here it.
I continue press the foot pedal to a beat that constantly changes, so Ciel will not be able to get used to it and fall asleep. The clock chimes 11, and I stop. I can almost here Ciel's sigh of relief, and I turn the page, continuing to read.
A few pages later, I reach the end of the chapter, and I start pressing the pedal again.
"What is that bloody pounding coming from!?" Ciel's muffled voice says, and loud, angry footsteps come from the other room.
I quickly jump into bed with my book and pedal, pulling the covers up and closing my eyes as Ciel slams open the door. I shift in bed in accordance to the noise, when I'm really just taking the pedal and pushing it down lower in case the covers are removed. I feel a small hand lightly hitting my cheeks. "What are you doing, Ivy?!" Ciel says, and I turn the other way in the bed.
"Trying to sleep..." I groggily mutter, shooing him away. "Get up or I'll throw ice water on you." he says, and I sit up in the bed, covers falling off my chest, as I scratch my head.
"What in the world are you wearing on your chest?! Wear something less revealing!" Ciel demands, blushing like crazy, looking at my chest. Oh yeah, bras aren't officially invented until 1914.
"I have boobs, big deal. Lumps of fat on a woman's chest, sue me." I say, and Ciel just turns around, stalking out of the room. Whatever.
I flop on to the bed, pulling the covers up, and quickly falling asleep. Who knew dying, than not dying, than dying, than not dying again could be so exhausting.
I wake up, looking at the clock. 5 AM, perfect. Though it was hard to imagine, I'm an early riser, mostly because no one else in my family was up at that time, and I could eat as much food as I want without being judged.
Looking around bewildered, this isn't my room! Wait... I was in the world of Kuroshitsuji because I kinda died.
Getting out of my bed, I go into my closet, pulling out my new moccasins, throwing them on. I don't think anyone will be up this early, and if they are I'll make them some breakfast too.
Heading to the hallway where I saw the staircases leading to the servant's area and kitchen, I plopped down the stairs, turning left to be greeted by a kitchen.
"Food, food, what's going to land in my stomach this morning?" I mutter, searching the cabinet for food to make more food.
Oh yeah, those are called ingredients.
I quickly make the batter and pans, and make double chocolate banana pancakes, double chocolate meaning chocolate chips and the batter being chocolate.
"Makin' pancakes makin' chonana pancakes," I say, flipping some pancakes over. "Take some 'naners and I'll put it in a pancake." I suck at singing well if I'm not in the shower, but I can rap like hell! Like, I'm great and all at singing when it's a shower performance, but rapping is my forte.
"Chonana pancakes that's what we're gonna make, chona-na pancakes~!" I put the finished pancakes onto a platter, as I make some more.
I make some more batter, after I have about 20 pancakes stacked up, and as it sits I grab the slices of bacon I found some bacon strips in the refrigerator, and I sizzle some up on the grill.
"Ohh~ that smells so delicious!" Mey-Rin's voice calls out. "Agreed! I wonder what Sebastian is cooking, he usually doesn't start until 6:00 and it's currently 5:30," Baldroy's voice responds. "Whatever it is, it must be important if he's starting early!" Finny responds, and the trio enter the kitchen, to see their master's friend, Miss Ivy, almost half naked, making food!
"Oh, hey guys," I say, turning around to face them. "I made chonana pancakes."
"Ahhhh!" They say, covering their eyes. "Ivy! You are dressed so indecently, especially in front of males!" Mey Rin says, and I look down. "Oh yeah, I'm in my bra and shorts. I should really be wearing an apron, in case I spill batter." Mey-Rin hastily takes off her apron, passing it to me, as I tie it on.
"Okay, you men, I guess I'm decent now. Do you want some chonana pancakes?" I ask, and Finny takes his hands off his eyes. "Chonana?"
"Chocolate Banana, I'm making more, but there's about 20 on the platter right there." I say, and Chibi Tanaka walks in.
"Ho, ho, ho!" he says, and I laugh. I guess that's what I look like right now. "You're right, Tanaka, that's what I am!" I let out a laugh. "Each of you can evenly have 5 pancakes right now, since I'm making more. Also, bacon is coming up." I say, taking the bacon that was sizzling, putting it on another platter, setting it before them on the counter.
They all start tearing up, except Tanaka, and I look at them concerned. "Are you all okay?" I ask, putting more batter on the pans. "N-no one's ever made us breakfast without us doing something for them!" Finny says, wiping his tears away.
"Well, friends do stuff for friends without expecting anything in return." I say, cleaning up the area I wasn't using, making more batter.
"Well, I'll help you if you need any help in the kitchen now!" Baldroy says, giving a cheeky smile.
"Yes! And I too!" Mey-Rin says, "Me three!" Finny says. "Ho, ho, ho!" Tanaka says, and I smile.
"Well, you guys can pour milk, and pull out the maple syrup. Oh! And set the table over there so we can all eat together family-style. There's 6 chairs, so that will be enough space for us to eat at." I say, nodding over to the small circular table in the corner. The trio salute me, before they get to work. I smile, and I finish up all the pancakes, setting 2 stacks of 20 each on the table, setting 20 pancakes aside for Sebastian and Ciel. Even if Sebastian doesn't eat it, it's the thought that counts.
We all sit down at the table, me next to Finny and Mey-Rin, as Baldroy and Tanaka sit next to Finny.
"Thank you for the meal!" They exclaim, and I laugh. "Don't worry about it, let's dig in!" I say, and they all look at me confused.
"Sorry, it's an American term. It means 'let's eat!'" I say, and they all nod in understandment, before grabbing pancakes and bacon, drizzling syrup on it.
"Ahhhh! These are delicious, I've never had 'chonana' pancakes before!" Finny says, stacking 10 on his plate. Baldroy also had 10, while Mey-Rin had 5 and Tanaka had 3. Me? I had 12! I haven't eaten since last night! Besides, I made smaller pancakes than the usual large ones I make, to make more.
"That's a lot of food, how do you manage to eat so much without looking like you ate so much?!" Mey-Rin asks on my 8th pancake, and I shrug. "High metabolism," I say, taking another bite. They all sweat drop, but continue to eat.
In all honesty, it's probably because of all the training I used to do at school, but mixed with my high metabolism I ate almost all 525,600 minutes of the year.
"What is going on in here?" Sebastian's voice calls out, and we all turn around to look at him, with pancakes stuffed in our cheeks, and Finny and I having milk mustaches.
"Well," I say, swallowing my pancake and wiping away my milkstache. "We had a pancake party. With chonana pancakes."
"A pancake party...with chonana pancakes..." Sebastian says, looking at the servants, as they nod in agreement. Sebastian sighs, "You do realize it's 6:00 in the morning."
"Yup." I reply, pointing at the rest of the stack. "I made some for you and Ciel if you want them." I say, pointing at the extra stack of pancakes.
"Miss Ivy, what exactly is a 'chonana pancake?'" Sebastian asks, "And why are you scantily clad?"
"I'm wearing an apron now, so it's not exactly very inappropriate, so I'm not scantily clad. I usually wear just my panties and bra to bed."
Unaware of what was going on behind me, Baldroy, Mey-Rin and Finny got nose bleeds at the thought of Ivy in her 'bra' and just underwear, even though Victorian Era underwear was like grandma's underpants. They quickly wiped it with their napkins, once they got glares from Sebastian.
"Besides, chonana pancakes are chocolate and banana, which is a great combination!" I say, and he smiles. "I see, I'll have to try some."
"You don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm surprised I haven't seen you actually eat anything," I say, very well knowing he doesn't have to eat since he's a demon, but I'll just pretend I don't know for now, giving smart-ass comments here and there.
"Well, a butler shouldn't eat during his times of service," he says, and I nod. "I see..." I say, going back to where I was sitting. "Well, Sebastian, since I already took care of breakfast for blueberry, you can sit with us if you wish." I take a bite of the remaining 2 pancakes I had, as the chocolatey banana goodness exploded in my mouth.
"I have some duties I must attend to, but thank you." He says with a bow, and I nod at him. He leaves the room, and I exhale through my nose.
"You're so informal with Sebastian!" Mey-Rin says, "Have you met before?"
"Nope, I just treat everyone I know as a friend, until they make horrible mistakes, like trying to harm another one of my friends." I say with a smile. "Besides, I don't get angry often, so I'm usually pretty happy." Except when I'm 105% pissed, than I will literally murder anyone if they're an asshat. Or, I'll just fake it.
"That's nice!" Finny says, and Baldroy nods.
The servants put away their dishes, and set off to do their daily chores. I put away my dishes, and look up at the clock. It's currently 6:20. Uppity up time, Ciel!
I retrace the directions to my room, but go one over.
I open the door, and smirk. Ciel had no idea what I was gonna do! hA!
I walk to the curtains, swishing them open. "Good morning USA!" I say/yell, "I have a feeling it's gonna be a wonderful day!"
Ciel started to stir, and I pulled off his covers. "The sun in the sky has a smile on his face!" Ciel twitched, before opening one eye. "What are you doing Ivy..." he grumbles, and I smirk.
"And he's shining a salute to the American race!" I say, before walking to his bed side, tossing him his eye patch.
"Oh boy it's swell to say!" I say, "Good morning USA!" I do a cartwheel to the door.
"Good morning USA!" I yell out, before I step out the door, slamming it closed. Master meme queen-Ivy.
I got dressed in a pair of short-short jeans, with a light grey loose tank top and black flip flops. Thank god I bought a few leg razors... my legs were BEARS! I don't shave oftenly, which is obvious with the few cuts on my leg.
I put my hair in the space buns, and I go to the parlor room, where I figured everyone would be, because this is most likely the second episode of the anime.
"Smells lovely. Tea can be excellent when made we- who is this fine beauty here?" Lau asks, as an unfamiliar face enters the room, wearing clothes that Ran Mao would never wear herself. But, it suited her well.
"This is my resident guest, Ivy Adams," Ciel says, taking a sip from his tea. "She will be residing here for a bit."
"Pleasure to meet you all, please call me Ivy." I say, waving at everyone, as I sit on the couch next to Ciel.
"Oh, you are so pretty!" Madame Red says, looking me up and down. "Unusual clothing, and I take it from your accent you are from America?"
"Yes, I am. Thank you, too. That shade of red is just darling, I must say. Some reds are very ugly, if you know what I mean?" I respond back, and she nods. "I understand, some reds lack the vibrantness that they should be carrying. Speaking of red, call me Madame Red, I'm Ciel's best aunt." she says, gushing about the color.
"Pleasure," I say, nodding at her, turning towards the Chinese man. "I am Lau, and here is Ran Mao," he says, "you are certainly lovely. Care to join me sometime for some fun?" He asks, and Ciel scowls. "Please don't rope my guests into your harem, Lau." Ciel says, taking a sip from his tea.
"I'll hit you up sometime to go to a bar or something," I say with a smile, "you seem like the life of a party."
"See? At least someone agrees I'm the life of a party." He says to Madame Red, and she rolls her eyes. "The sad-looking butler in the corner is Grell, but Sebastian is a much finer butler than Grell." Madame Red says, as Sebastian passes me a tea cup. I nod at him in thanks, and Madame Red reaches over and starts rubbing Sebastian's ass. Noice! I take a sip of the tea, and try not to cringe. Come on Ivy...just imagine it's hot chocolate...
"Grell, learn something from Sebastian." she says, and Sebastian shudders in shock. "Sebastian, you are a fine looking man, come work for me instead!" She drawls, and I giggle. "Go get it Madame Red!" I encourage, but Sebastian just turns and glares at me, and I shudder.
Sebby is being scary~!
Ciel coughs, "Madame Red." he mumbles, and she rubs the back of her head apologetically.
"So, do you believe the drug trafficker you're after was one of your guests today?" Lau asks, and Ciel shrugs. "Perhaps."
Omg, what if it was a drag trafficker, who was dressed up as a drag queen and exported makeup and wigs all over England?!
"Why not leave the extermination to Lau? A rat knows best where the rats' nest is, doesn't he?" Madame Red says, and Lau stands up.
"I'm but a tame guinea pig dedicated to my lord. If the earl instructs me not to act, I'm bound to do nothing." Lau claims, patting Ciel's head, and Ciel looks extremely bored.
"Watch it! You'd best keep your filthy paws off my darling nephew!" Madame Red, and Lau just takes his hand on Ciel's head, placing it on mine.
"You wound me. I would never paw at him in his own home, dear madam." he says, before taking his hands and squeezing my space buns. "What an odd color, and your hair is very curly, how do you get it like this?" He asks, and I take a sip of my tea. "It's always like this, I just put it in buns to keep it out of my face." I say, and Madame Red glares at Lau.
"Don't touch Ivy now!" She says, standing up, swatting his hands away from my buns, before she looks at them
"May I..."
"Go ahead." I say, and she squeezes them too. "Oh, your hair is so soft!" she says, "And so poofy too, I love the curls, I see where you were at Lau. This is very amusing, do you ever squeeze your hair?" She asks. "Occasionally, especially when they're mega poofy. They become like HUGE cotton balls, it's amazing." I tell her, and she nods. "If they were only red, this would make my day..." she mutters.
"Can you please unhand my guest." Ciel says, and Madame Red sighs, releasing my hair. "Good gracious..." Ciel mutters, standing up, leaving the room. Oh shit, he's gonna be kidnapped!
I stand up, nodding to Madame Red, Ran Mao and Lau, before following Ciel and Sebastian,
"Young master, Miss Ivy, today's dessert is a deep-dish pie prepared with fresh apples and raisins. It will be ready soon. Would you like to eat with your guests?" Sebastian asks, and Ciel sighs. "No, bring it to my study." he says, and Sebastian nods. "Certainly."
"He's gonna be kidnapped. But, let it happen, this is how we get the drugs." I mutter quietly, almost silent, but I'll know Sebastian will hear me with his demon hearing. He perks up, looking at me, and I chase after Ciel.
"Wait up!" I call, running to his side. "What are you doing, Ivy." he asks, and I fall into pace with him. "Is it not obvious? I'm coming with you! Maybe because I want to enjoy your company, or the giant bookshelf in your office."
"Fine, as long as you don't bother me too much." he says, and I smirk. I wanna see if I can resist chloroform from a method I read in a book, back from when I wanted to be a professional assassin! That was...when I went to school on scholarship? Now, I could care less what I was, as long as I was happy.
We enter his office, and two hands reached out, placing a cloth on Ciel's mouth and one on mine. I instantly go limp, holding my breath all the while and the cloth is removed from my mouth. Dumbass kidnapper, you hold it over for one second longer just in case.
First, chloroform causes your extremities to go numb; next your vision and hearing begin to fail. Complete unconsciousness sets in a few seconds later, depending if you keep breathing it in. Recovery generally occurs as soon as the chloroform is removed, though it may be a few minutes before the user feels completely normal. One of the reasons it's no longer used as a drug in my time is that people put under sometimes wouldn't wake up. The cause of death would be heart or respiratory failure. It's also liver toxic. Of course, no one in the late 1800's know these facts, because of their lack of medical technology, and their ignorance.
I feel shuffling, and a window opening, and we were off. I knew the mansion where we would be held captive was a while away, so I'll just doze off for now...
I wake up next to Ciel in the room of a mansion, with this blonde guy with hair longer than mine lamenting.
"And, when we're done with you, your woman will become ours." he says, and I perk up. "Wha' now?" I ask, shifting my hands. They were in handcuffs, and if I remember from my history books, where I feel it was flat with an arch, kinda shaped like a U, but the U has a top. My wrist are pretty small, and these cuffs were obviously meant for someone older. I just slipped them off my wrist using my fingers, keeping my hands behind my back. I've done this a lot in 8th grade when we did mock-kidnapping and mock-kidnaps, with mock-torturing and mock-tortures for the AP classes.
The blonde guy starts lamenting about all the drugs he's gonna sell in England once he gets rid of the Queen's Watch dog, and I chuckle.
"Boy, a man in an alley way has more drugs than you, and probably makes more. You plan on selling pure drugs? Mix it with something else, so you can sell more. No one sells the drugs pure, which is where your business will be failing at." I say, and he raises a brow at me.
"How would such a small, pretty thing know about the drug and mafia world? You're, like, 10?" He asks, and I glare.
"I'm 15 and fun sized, for your information. And, I grew up in Oakland. Some of my cousins were drug dealers, my teacher was a drug dealer, and half my class was smoking marijuana in 4th grade," I say, lifting up my arms, so the loosely bound ropes around me popped off. The mafia's leaders eyes widen, and he lifts his gun.
"Boy, chill. I just wanna crack my back." I say, standing up, stretching my arms, leaning back so my back cracks. "That was nice, I was starting to get stiff." I walk to the couch, and sit down on it. "Continue lamenting, I don't plan on escaping within the next 10 minutes." I say, and Ciel looks at me with a confused look. "Ivy, what are you doing." he says, and I shrug.
"Multiple things, but not marijuana, heroin, crack, ecstasy, angel dust, bleach-"
"Bleach is not a drug, Ivy." Ciel states, looking bored.
"But I'm not doing it, so I won't die." I tell Ciel, and he rolls his visible eye.
"You were always with the mafia, correct? You followed me to my study to make sure I got kidnapped, that's how you were easily able to fake the Italian accent!" Ciel accuses, and I roll my eyes.
"Heck no, these Italians are losers." I say, and the ponytail man glares at me.
Mister Ponytail Mafia man picks up a phone, and starts talking with these guys, when his eyes widen.
That must be Sebastian.
"H-hello?" Mister ponytail says, and the room goes silent.
"Is my master and Miss Ivy there?" He asks, though it sounds like a faint whisper from where I am.
"Hi Sebastian! Did you eat my chonana pancakes yet?" I say loudly, and a gun is pressed into my forehead.
"No guns at my head, please. It may leave an ugly, circular mark." I say cheerfully, and the gun is still there. I sigh.
"Whatever," I huff out, laying on the couch. Sebastian will be here soon, but I'd rather it be The Rock.
The Rock is way cooler.
I fell asleep, too boring.
I wake up to find myself being carried over someone's shoulder, as they run through the woods. "Damn it, the fight's already over?" I ask, looking at Sebastian's face.
"Afraid so, Miss Ivy. Why were you not bound, if I may ask?" Sebastian says. "Didn't feel like it. Thanks for rescuing us, though."
"I'm afraid you weren't unharmed, though. And, a bruise on your leg." he says, looking at a bruise on my arm.
"Oh, this? I think I got this for elbowing a bitch who cut in front of me at the line at the food court. She blocked me with this hard box of a boyfriend, but I got his number at the end. And, I cut my legs this morning while shaving." I explain, and Sebastian looked lost at bitch. "I'm afraid to ask about the bruised leg." he says truthfully. "Oh, that's because I failed to dodge a dodgeball in gym." I say, having a war flashback. Jeff is wicked good at throwing knives, and dodgeballs.
We got to our property, and Sebastian set Ciel down. "Sebastian, you can put me down now." I say, and he smirks, before he switches me from shoulder to bridal style.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ivy, but Ciel has ordered me to carry you around until he says to set you down." Sebastian says, and my jaw drops, and I turn to Ciel.
"Why?" I ask, and he smirks. "Revenge for this morning, and it's amusing to see you in such a defenseless state. You aren't a very good pawn at fighting, but a smart one."
Excuse me? I was top of my class!
"Well, if I'm a smart pawn, that means I am good at tactics, meaning I'm good at fighting, with my sharp sword tongue, or my..." I hesitate, looking in the distance. Ciel follows my line of vision, and so does Sebastian, and I reach my head up, headbutting Sebastian. His arms' strength falters for a split second, and I roll out of his arms, tucking on to the ground, before I stand up.
"-my head! Smart people must use their heads to think, or else they'll die in a ditch!" I explain cheerfully, and Ciel smirks.
"Now, Ciel. You must listen to my advice now, since we're 2-1, and I'm in the lead with the wall pounding." I say, and the smirk falls off his face. "That was you?!"
"Treat your butler kindly, use please more, alright? Afterall, he can either eat your soul with ease, so it is not to hurt, or he can sink fangs into it, making you suffer in anguish 'til the end." Sebastian's and Ciel's faces go serious.
"Sebastian-" Ciel starts, as Sebastian steps forward.
"No, don't." I say, holding a hand up. "I'm not gonna be a little snitch and blabber to anyone, but I'm going to be freaking Mary Poppin's and Nanny McPhee's love child, because I'm gonna whoop all your asses into shape! Like," I point to Ciel, "making you enjoy your young life 'til death do us part, and" I point at Sebastian, "to make you do human things with enjoyment! Though you're a demon from hell, and lived longer than us, and will continue to outlive us, you must enjoy life. Life is more delicious than poptarts or chonanas."
"I look forward to seeing you attempt these feats." Sebastian says, exchanging glances with Ciel, both donned with a smirk, and I arch a brow.
Turning from them, I walk inside the house and turn to the kitchen, smile forming on my face...
Now that I live here in their world, I can save characters who unjustly died, rewrite the wrongs to rights...
I can rewrite the ending.
OMAKE 1
"Lol, you died you little bitch. Time to be reaped, lol!" Grell says, as I flip my straight hair over my abercombie hoodie, frowning.
"How can I, Princess Taylor Ivy Celeste-Taylor, die?" I say in a silky smooth voice, as Will and Grell blush.
"Omg you're so pretty! We'll save you by sending you back in time!" William says, and I smile, revealing perfect, straight white teeth.
"Okay!"
_DOO DOO DOOOOO, DO DO DO WOOOO_
"Woah! I'm in the 1800s!" I say, as I feel something on my head twitch. Placing my hands on my perfectly straight and natural raiNBOW hair, I find a set of ears!
"Eek! I guess I'm a neko now because Sebastian likes cats, and would like a cat-human hybrid!" I say, as I walk to the mansion, and Ciel and Sebastian pop out.
"Omg please kiss me you're so hot," Ciel says, ripping open his shirt to reveal his creamy chest.
"Omg you're so pretty I'm blushing so much asdfghjkkl," Sebastian says, turning away as he blushes.
"SERVANTS! COME HERE WITH THE WELCOME CAKE!1!" Ciel says, opening the door, revealing One Direction in maid uniforms?!
"We'll become you're besties! Here's some chocolate cake!" They sing to me, and I applaud as they hold up a cake laced with my name.
"Since you're part neko, meaning you're a cat, I guess we'll adopt you," Sebastian cooes, blushing like crazy.
And that's the story of how One Direction, Sebastian and Ciel adopted me.
The end of the stereotypical Kuroshitsuji fanfiction!
JK-the real story will be updated the 14th. Tune in daily until the 25th (when the final chapter for now will be) for more Ivy Adams adventures!
