Full Summary:
"Haven't you heard!? I'm crazy, duh!"
Aries is a high-functioning, intelligent sociopath who found Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian Michaelis very entertaining. After a very... Strange introduction, Aries decided to join them with solving mysteries and deciding what truly makes humans... Well, human.
"Why is it that you are here again?" Ciel asked, rather irritated as she hang off the end of her chair.
"You need me," Aries giggled. "Who else is going to tell you that someone is going to kidnap us in ten seconds!"
Chapter One:
The rainy showers slathered against the cold glass windows in the manor late at night. Nearly every light had been blown out for the night with the exception of one.
"Young Master," the head butler spoke, making the young lord look up from his work. His eyes were heavy, but his hands still forever working, determined to finish off the papers for the night.
"Yes, Sebastian?" He replied, turning back, skimming over another long page, hastily signing it at the bottom.
"It is far past your bedtime," his butler reminded. "I do believe you should turn in for the night, my Lord."
"I will," he answered. "After I finish these papers."
"I can assure you that the papers will be there in the morning."
"They must be done tonight."
"I'm sure whomever is waiting for them can receive them tomorrow, my Lord. Right now, I insist you go to bed."
The boy huffed, leaning back in his seat, letting his butler's words sink in. It was late, and he had been very exhausted, not to mention his hand was red and aching. "Fine," he agreed, getting up from the table.
"I will prepare you some tea to help you rest," Sebastian said, exiting the room to leave his master to finish putting away his papers and went down to the kitchen.
The manor had been oddly silent, which was very uncommon with all the rowdy and loud house servants, but Sebastian quietly enjoyed it. He walked into the rather large kitchen, easily setting a tea kettle on the stovetop and igniting it. Before he went go back upstairs to put his Young Master to sleep, he went to the back room, fetching some Chamomile leaves for him.
He set them back on the counter, just as the back door slowly squeaked shut. In a blink of an eye, his hands were armed with lethally sharp butter knives. Silent in his steps, he walked over to see a small, African girl drenched to the bone, at the back door, one ear pressed to the wooden door, listening quietly.
"What do you think you're doing?" Sebastian asked, his voice monotone and his eyes narrowed. The girl glanced over her shoulder, glaring at him, and pressed her index finger to her lips, as a sign to keep quiet.
Of course, Sebastian didn't listen, "I asked you a question. What do you—" she ran over, securely placing a hand over his mouth to keep him from speaking, and yanking his arm, to keep him out of sight from the window on the door. He was more than ready to break her wrist when his supernatural hearing picked up the sound of several dogs barking. The mysterious girl must've heard it as well, because she crouched further, her eyes narrowing.
For a few minutes, neither of them talked, as the dogs finally passed and then the girl sighed, letting go of him. "Geez, don't you get the universal, 'shut up' sign?" She snapped, getting up. She had big hair that weighed down on her head due to the wetness of the rain, and her clothes were very shabby, several fainted bloodstains could be seen on them. She also wore black shorts that came down to her knees, that looked just as dirty as the rest of her body.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Sebastian asked, very unamused with her actions or words.
"What? This is my hiding spot, what are you doing here!?" She snapped back.
"This is my master's manor and as far as I am concerned, you are not welcome." He said, turning around to take the pot of tea up to the Young Master. "You know where the door is."
"This is a manor? Well, of course it is. How old is your master? Fifteen? Fourteen?"
Sebastian's eyes narrowed even further, "Who are you?"
"You didn't answer my question," she pouted.
"Who are you?" Sebastian demanded, a glint of a silver knife dropping back into his hand, positioning itself between his knuckles.
"Who am I? Who are you? How do I know you're not as crazy as I am?" She giggled, "Wait, are you crazy!? Yay~!"
He brought the knife to her throat, "I will ask you one more time," he said, his voice low and very dangerous. "Who are you?"
The girl sighed, "I don't like you, you take the fun out of everything. You can call me Aries, but I'm not an Aries. I'm a Gemini. That'd be weird if I were Aries, wouldn't it? Anyways, enough about me, what about you! What's your last name, I already know you're Sebastian, right? Odd name, really. You looked like more of a Eric to me. Oh, or a George! I love George's!"
"How did you know my name?" Sebastian demanded, he really was not liking this girl.
"The wall, silly!" She laughed. "There's a dog on it and the collar says Sebastian. Humans are more likely to pick someone with a name close to something they were close to, sediment and all. Of course, the name Sebastian was a bit of a stretch. Considering your master is rather young, the name could be anything that started with an S or an Se, really. Humans are so confusing!"
Sebastian had had enough. He grabbed the girl tightly by the hand, dragging her down the hall, the pot of tea and several expensive China in his other hand. Aries, as she called herself, more than enjoyed this, easily tagging along with him.
"Ooo! This is fun! After we do this, can we slid down the railing? That'd be really fun, hehe!" She laughed as he came across the wide doors that led to his master's office.
The Young Master was bending over his desk, packing away the rest of his papers and turned to the two of them, his eyes narrowed. "Is she what took you so long?" He asked, his eyes narrowed at the girl. He was tired and didn't want to have to deal with a girl who was giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Hello!" She smiled.
"Who is this? Where did she come from?" He asked, leaving his desk.
"The back kitchen door. Someone was chasing her," Sebastian answered, but she pouted. "She calls herself Aries."
"Not chasing! More like them running behind me, of course I was faster so I won, yay!"
"Is she a loon?"
"By the looks of it."
"Hey! I'm not a loon, I'm a sociopath!" She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, muttering, 'I'm not a loon,' to herself.
"What would you like me to do with her, my Lord?" Sebastian asked.
"Lock her in the guest room on the third floor, I'll deal with her tomorrow," he said. "Bring my tea to my room, Sebastian. I'm going to sleep."
"Yes, my lord," Sebastian nodded, as the boy left. He then began to drag the girl up the steps to the third floor guest bedroom with a lock on the outside. She willingly stepped in, waving as he closed the door on her, and locked it, before quickly going to attend to his Young Master.
The next morning, after Sebastian had attended to his Young Master's needs, he went to check on Aries.
He deadpanned at the sight he saw in the room, "Why are you hanging upside-down," he asked. The girl was on the end of the bed, her feet the only thing keeping her in place. She still wore the gray shirt and black shorts, although they weren't as wet now; they looked a bit damp though. Her hair had dried, which turned into a huge afro that looked like a tangled mess. Aries looked at Sebastian and frowned.
"Too late," Aries said, closing her eyes.
"Too late for what?"
"To come get me! One of the maids are about to break something, again." As if on cue, there was a loud yelp and then the familiar sound of breaking China. "That happens often, doesn't it? Your master orders China a lot because one of the maids are rather clumsy, that's why you moved anything out of the way from to keep them from falling. Also, the dust in the ground from the shattered pieces of China still lingers, and there is quite a lot of it everywhere. That must be so annoying to have to clean, huh?" She giggled, jumping off the bed.
Aries dusted herself off and gave him a lopsided-smile. "Aren't you going to take me to your Young Master? You're late, Sebastian~!"
He glared at her again, taking her arm and dragging her down the hall. "Do you wanna know how I know you hate being late?" She asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"No."
"Your pocket watch is clean, but the model is very old. So, you use it often. Also, that clip on your pants had to be custom made; although most butlers keep their pocket watches in their left pocket so while they are doing something with their right, and dominate, hand, they can also check the time with their left hand. You have it in your right pocket, but you're ambidextrous, so it doesn't quite matter which pocket it is in."
Sebastian stared at the girl, who was still rambling on about his pocket, "Do you always talk this much?" He asked, trying to figure out how she found that out.
She huffed, "Are you always this mean!? Well, yes, I can tell by the way you carry yourself. You hold authority, or at least try to. But, of course, it is unbecoming of a butler to belittle his peers, so you probably just smile at them, and stay very passively-angry."
He said nothing, as he brought her to his Young Master's door, and opening it.
The young boy was once again sitting at his desk, a cup of tea beside him, that he occasionally sipped. He glanced up at the girl, who grinned at him again.
"You're back," Ciel said, almost hoping she had the decency to leave during the night so he would not have to deal with her.
"Yep!" She grinned, her eyes scanning him, and then she frowned. "Jasmine or Earl grey?"
"Pardon?"
"The tea you are having right now, after your French toast and scone for breakfast. What kind of tea is it, Jasmine or Earl Grey?"
"Why?"
She sighed, "Fine. Based on how you're carrying yourself, much more energetic than last night. Of course, it was rather late, but your attitude towards me still irked me. Monotone voice, eyes narrowed, then there's that eyepatch. It's old, but it is cleaned often and it is moved a lot. That tells me that you don't sleep with it on. Usually when someone sleeps, they keep it on, because it would irritate them, post-traumatic pain, ya know. You don't keep it on, you take it off, and judging by how it's knotted, Sebastian does it for you. Sebastian must do practically everything for you, you've become very dependent on him, of course. He even makes you breakfast," Aries hurried over to him, grabbing his hand and sniffing the cuff of his suit.
"Sebastian is ambidextrous, I already decided that. He used both hands when making you French toast and preparing your scone, but used his left when making your tea. Why? Because he was multi-tasking, and was checking the time with his right. So, his hand smells like Jasmine leaves, which is what he used to prepare your tea with, which is what he served you. That's why you're more active now; it's because of the sugar rush from all the sugar you had. French toast, scones, and jasmine tea? You bad, bad boy, you're going to get cavities~!" She giggled to herself, "Of course, Sebastian did that on purpose, he was trying to make sure you get extra energy for today seeing as you were up late he previous night. How else to do that then give you a small sugar rush? So anyways, back to my question. What kind of tea is it?"
"Jasmine," he answered.
"Liar," she pouted. "Jasmine tea doesn't turn that color in the sunlight. Of course you'd give me the wrong answer, because it's neither."
"How do you know?"
Aries smirked, "Ashwaganda. Indian plant that calms you without making you drowsy. It's scent smells similar to one of Earl Grey tea, but completely different. For me to assume so would be rather stupid, don't you think?" She giggled.
"Who are you?"
"Why do you people always ask that? I told you, I'm Aries, but I'm not an Aries; I'm a Gemini."
"What?"
"Call me Aries," Aries huffed.
"Why are you here?" He demanded.
"Oi! It's my turn to ask a question. What's your name?"
"What, you haven't guessed that yet?" The boy rose an eyebrow.
"Yes, but considering your French descent, it'd be rather hard to chose. Names were never my strong point after all."
"Ciel Phantomhive," Ciel answered. "Now, my question: Why are you here?"
"I was hiding and then he," Aries jabbed a thumb at Sebastian. "Almost got us all killed."
"How so?"
"My turn!" She frowned. "You really don't know how to play this game, do you?"
"Does that count as a question?"
"Only if that one you just asked counted as yours." Ciel narrowed his eyes as she continued. "How many?"
"Be more specific."
"Servants. How many do you have?"
"Five. My turn. Who was chasing you?"
"Doggies!" She smiled. "Although they weren't as nice as they seemed." She paused, then grinned, "And... There goes the kitchen!"
Ciel frowned, "What?" A loud boom rang through the manor, that could only be an explosion, from their cook.
Sebastian sighed, "Excuse me, my Lord," he said, turning to go investigate the sound.
Ciel's eyes narrowed at her, trying to figure out how Aries knew that. "Can you see the future?" He asked. Although it was a rather stupid theory, it was the only one he had, for there was no other explanation as to how Aries knew any of that.
She giggled, flopping down in one of the leather chair that faced Ciel's desk. "See the future? That's silly! I'm only deducting~."
"Deducting?" Of course he knew what that meant, but that didn't explain how she knew that his cook was going to blow up the kitchen.
"Yes! You're so silly, Ciel. A silly Ciel who lives under a ceiling~ hehe!"
"What does deducting have to do with knowing that my cook would explode the kitchen?"
Aries sighed, "Humans are so funny. I wonder how you get around in those little heads of yours? I could never do it~!"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Because, silly Ciel, it's my turn!" She giggled, "Mmm... How did you get that brand on your lower back?" Ciel froze in his seat, his eye widened.
"I do not know what you're talking about," he answered.
"Sure ya do! I saw it last night," she perked. "Now we can match, see!" She pulled up her shirt to show a matching brand on her lower torso. "The men who did it were mean~! I didn't like them one bit. But I didn't get a cool eyepatch like you did though! Oh, maybe if I go back, I'll get one! Well, can't really go back actually since they're dead, haha~!"
"Where did you get that from?" Ciel demanded.
"Silly Ciel, I already told you! Of course, mine is newer than yours; judging by the scar tissue, yours was at least two years old, mines only a few months," she sighed.
"How do you know any of this?" Ciel asked. He'd hate to admit it, but she seemed very intelligent. She could probably help on a few cases sent their way.
"De-duct-ing!" She answered, saying every syllable separately. "Do you ever listen?" Then, Sebastian returned to the office silently.
Aries squealed, "Oh, Sebastian! You're back!" She giggled. "You can be my example!"
"For what exactly?"
"So we can play, silly!"
"Play what?" Ciel asked, not being told he would have to play a game with a sociopath.
"Deductions! Of course, it's funner to play outside where there's a lot of humans, but he'll do," Aries shrugged, running over to sit on the edge of his mahogany desk.
"Now, look at him, tell me what you see," Aries said, swinging her feet.
"I see my butler." Ciel answered, not understanding her instructions.
She sighed, "No, no! Not like that, tell me what you see! For example: I see a human; 6 feet 2 inches, approximately. Ambidextrous; mid thirties; didn't eat breakfast, but did prepare it. How do I know? There are crumbs on his sleeves but not on his face. By the looks of it, a wheat product. What kind of wheat product, something that involved sugar; there's a few grains of sugar on the bottom of his coat. He was in a rush this morning because his pocket watch is not placed correctly in his pocket, and the chain is worn; tangled almost. He's taken it out and back in of his pocket several times. He also didn't go to sleep last night; he kept the same shoes after patrolling the manor because there is still dirt on the bottom of his shoe, mostly from the mud that I tracked in after it rained last night. He also cleaned up the puddles I made; he wouldn't trust his maid to do it, she's far to clumsy and would end up breaking something, so he did it himself. He also enjoys animals, preferably cats; there's a lot of hair on him. This one in particular is a black cat, they're old, based on the several hairs on his suit."
Sebastian and Ciel blinked at the girl once she finished, "Now your turn, Ciel. Of course, I'm sure I didn't miss anything, but just say somethings that you find out about him. Anything at all."
Ciel cleared his throat. "He... Has several versions of that tailcoat and wears it often."
"Good!" She smiled, "That's a good deduction. He does have several of the same tailcoats, you're right!"
Ciel nodded, folding his hands in front of him. "Sebastian, get Aries a room, she will be joining our staff. Have her join Mey-Rin. She can watch her and help her with her duties."
"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian bowed, taking the girl by the arm, dragging her out of the room.
"Bye-bye Silly Ceiling Ciel!" She giggled, waving at him as Sebastian closed the door.
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The first thing Sebastian made the girl do was take a bath. Although he couldn't really smell it, he was sure she smelled no better than the outside. He locked her in the bathroom, ordering her to wash up, and gave her a spare of Mey-Rin's uniform.
Nearly twenty minutes later, she finally came out, wearing the navy-blue dress with a apron that had black buttons on the side. She also wore black stockings that she seemed to absolutely hate, and then black shiny shoes that pinched her toes.
She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't like this."
"That is not my problem," Sebastian replied. "Come meet the rest of the staff."
Sebastian had to practically drag the fourteen-year old girl out of the room, where the rest of the servants were lined up, waiting anxiously to meet their new peer.
Once she was finally standing correctly, Sebastian began to introduce her. "This is Aries. Aries, this is Mey-Rin, Finnian, Baldroy, and Tanaka." Sebastian said, pointing to each one respectively.
"Hello!" Finnian smiled, "It's nice to meet you!"
"Y–Yeah!" Mey-Rin agreed. "I can't wait to work with you!"
Aries simply stared silently at them, making each of them nervously sweat drop. "Uh... Isn't she going to say something?" Baldroy asked, his cigarette bouncing with every word.
"Army veteran," she finally said, making the grown man freeze. Her voice uncharacteristically cold, as she began ratting off facts like a machine. "Thirty-six years old. Unmarried. American. Right-handed. Had a younger sister, deceased and a mother, also deceased. It was the civil war, right? Patriot soldier." Baldroy's eyes narrowed, about to retort but she had already turned away, now facing Mey-Rin.
"Sniper. Works well with guns, specializes in long-ranged combat and perfect 20-20 vision. Family unknown. Unmarried. Right-handed. Worked as a assassin for hire, until brought here. Carries romantic feelings for Sebastian." The woman's face grew tomato red and she began to stutter senselessly.
Finally, she turned to Finnian, who whimpered under her gaze. "Strong based on the callouses on your hands. Works in the garden. Enjoys animals. Used as a—" she cut herself off, her eyes growing wide.
"Aries?" Sebastian called, he had rather enjoyed her deducing of the other servants.
Like flipping a coin, she smiled brightly at him, "What's our first assignment, Sebastian~?"
"You will be assisting Miss Mey-Rin," he answered. She nodded, grinning, "You three know what you have to do. Mey-Rin, show Aries around, and try not to break anything else."
"Y–Yes, Mr. Sebastian!" She nodded.
"Dismissed," he waved his hand, sending the four of them away.
Mey-Rin grabbed her hand, leading her to the front hall. "U–Uh, we have to take this China that Young Master ordered to storage, yes we do!"
Aries nodded, "Why do you have emotional feelings towards Sebastian?" She asked, picking up one of the boxes easily.
"A–Ah, uhm, I–I..." Mey-Rin stuttered. "I guess you could, ah, say that..."
Aries hummed in response. "'Mey-Rin?"
"Y–Yes, Aries?"
"Why do you stay here? Didn't you enjoy your job as a assassin?"
"Ah, well, I did, but when the offer came, I couldn't help but accept it. And I'm glad I did, yes I am!" She smiled, carrying her box down the hall, Aries following right behind her.
The two woman moved the rest of the boxes to storage in silence, but after they finished, Aries gave a loud, sigh. "Bored!"
"Excuse me?" Mey-Rin frowned.
"This! It's boring! I wanna do something fun! Oh! How about I go mess with Ciel! He's so silly, he makes it fun to play with! We could play deductions again, but I don't think there is anything else I could deduce on Sebastian, and I don't think he liked it either. Most people don't, ya know. I don't know why, I'm only exploiting their deepest, darkest secrets! That's fun, at least to me! Except, sometimes, people get really angry..."
"What's deductions?" Mey-Rin asked curiously.
"It's a game! Wanna play?!"
"U–Uh—"
"We don't have time to be playing games, I'm afraid," Sebastian spoke up. Mey-Rin nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden appearance of her co-worker, her face growing red immediately. "If you two are done, the Music room needs to be dusted."
Aries wasn't paying attention, instead was focused on Mey-Rin, or more so her face. "Ooo~ you're turning colours! That's fascinating!" She beamed, pulling on the woman's cheek. "Look! Look, Sebastian! She's red!!" Aries let out a loud giggle, poking the woman's bright red cheeks. "Hehe~!"
"A–Ah, okay, Mr. Seb–Sebastian, we'll get right on it!" Mey-Rin cried, pulling the girl down the hall quickly, with the girl 'whee'-ing the entire way.
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And that's it for the first chapter of "The Interesting Adventures of Aries"! I hope y'all like it, I can already feel myself falling in loooove with writing her character, lol.
If you didn't already find out, she's basically the girl version of Sherlock, except not as sane...
Anyways, I hope y'all like! I'll see ya next time all my little Ice Pops, and remember...
Don't melt~!
~ Happyritas OOO