Intro
What do you think nobles do all day? They cannot simply sit in there 'studies' all day can, they. Quote then what would a certain 'Pure Breed' noble's butler comes across a flyer from one of the ally ways of London for a certain (M. and T. Incorporation). One by the name of oh I don't know Sebastian of the Phantomhive manor…not that he knew that there was another investigation operation in London (besides Scotland Yard). I wonder how Earl Phantomhive will react hm?
{Chapter I-His Butler-Curious}
Ciel Phantomhive rapped his gloved fingers on his monogamy desk, the tapping on his nails were the only sound in the silent room at the time. Things were quiet for once in the Phantomhive Manor almost too quiet. A sudden howl fills his ears along the shouts of his three servants, "NOOOO! DOWN BOY! HAHAHA, STOP IT!" "Oh no!" "Fire in the hole!" The young Earl almost smiled just a bit, key word almost. "Why did Sebastian have to leave today" he thought grumpily. Not that Ciel was much above not grumpy for those who do think; accept when he's in public…then he's either better or worse. After an half an hour of constant noise Ciel was about to snap. But then there were three solid nocks that only one 'person' ever bothered to do. "Sebastian at last." He muttered before raising his voice. "Enter." In came Sebastian in his usual double tailed black coat, with his red eyes glimmering unusually brightly. Ciel's one uncovered dark blue eye locked on a piece of crinkled paper in his butler's gloved hand.
"What is that?" he asked coldly only for the older male to chuckle. "It seems this has been going on obviously under our watch Master~" he said smoothly as he laid the flyer on Ciel's desk with an odd smirk curling onto his lips. It only took a few more seconds then a minute for the out burst to begin for Ciel was an intellectual boy…er young teen now that he was soon to turn fifteen. (Note it is fifteen for a reason). "How could I not see this earlier!" he shouted as he slammed his hands onto his desk a look of pure self frustration on his face. All the while Sebastian was standing there a almost smug smirk on his face, his eyes showing some amusement. "It was in the slums on London my Lord" he replied simply as Ciel looked at him for a reason. Ciel sighed in a way that was more like a grunt accept smoother, his black hair mused from its usual form from his out burst.
Ciel Phantomhive was what one would call a 'Pure breed' aristocrat. Perfect manners, perfect posture, chivalry, the constant chill and cold around him, emotionless mostly, combed, and polished appearance with light skin, stern features, and that 'ever so posh' attitude. Dressed in the only finest cloths, and given the only the finest of service. Yes. Ciel Phantomhive behaved, and almost was a 'Pure Breed' aristocrat that was, accept one teensy detail. Which even I the author happen to forget at the moment not that that matters any who, getting back to the story.
Sebastian being the he-(double hockey sticks) of a butler he was simply whipped out his Lord's favorite Earl Grey tea, and set it on his desk in a china tea cup. "There, there young lord I will contact these…M. and T. personas and we'll be through with being in the dark." Ciel only nodded dully as he sipped his tea his eyes locked once more on the flyer. "Plus I'm sure you are curious" his butler added slyly which caused Ciel to smirk. A spark flicked to his eye, "Why in deed so Sebastian, I wonder if they like games?"
(One thing can make a difference)
Else where in the capital of the Empire of Britain in a simple apartment sat a young teenager. Also as a certain other teen was she was sitting at a desk although hers was creaking with her every movement. As the girl tapped a quill against her jar ink well the black watery ink splattered once more on her extremely light skin (mostly due to the fact she still had a cold). A pair of mixed grey eyes scanned over the latest news paper with rapid speed. Black, brown hair was pulled back into a long braid, with the bangs cut long hung over her face. The girl was adorned in a simple burgundy blouse, and deep grey pantaloons (or pants). This girl happens to be Annabelle Twiler, the recently turned thirteen years old who was the only other member of the M. and T. incorporation besides Nathan Macintosh. "Anna-belle~ Mail for you!" the smooth yet chirpy voice of her partner called. "I swear the wonder that man is over twenty" Annabelle thought with a small smirk on her lips as she pushed her chair away from her desk covered in documents to the point some were slipping off even if they were in piles. The sound of slip on shoes echoed slightly against the wooden floor as she went down the plain hall and around the corner to sea Nathan with a huge grin on his face.
"Looks like some high noble has spotted us." he said as he swept Annabelle over to the simple wooden table in the center of the room. Plopping down in a simple three legged stool Annabelle peered up at her black haired friend, his blue eyes glimmering in a way she knew all too well. The way her brother's use to…not that that mattered any more now that she lived in Europe and not in North America. "And what could be good about that?" she asked coyly as she held the finely printed note in her left hand her other hand swishing idly.
"In all good views you should have a fiancé by now." He said evenly; at this dear reader let's just say Nathan quite forgot what he was doing, and had quite the bump on his head…(if you know what I mean…heh). In England let alone Europe at the time it was not unheard of to be engaged already by young ages (such as eleven). So no accept Annabelle or some one else from North America would have seen it as a strange question, let alone comment. "You were saying Nathan?" Annabelle drawled after she rubbed her throbbing hand, (it hurts to slam your hand into some ones head you know). "Uh…oh the inhabitants of the Phantomhive Manor have invited us to discuss our business over tea as it seems." "Seems a bit off do you not agree" Annabelle countered quickly as she twirled the thick parchment between her fingers occasionally dropping it by accident. Nathan grinned sharply his eyes narrowing, "It is always the same with nobles out for there own gain~" she murmured, as Nathan snorted rather abruptly. "Of certain times, but as it seems this one will not take no for an answer." Nathan let out a sigh the last part as Annabelle's vigilant eyes scanned over the note once more then narrowed at the last sentence. (I will send my butler to pick you up, Sincerely Earl Phantomhive.) Nathan watched his younger partner's expression change to a rather blank one. "Well go get ready" Nathan yawned as he stood up from leaning against the table. "I have to retire good luck" he said as he walked out through the second hall way connected to the room. Annabelle sigh just another sign that Nathan had a case that required night work seeing as it was barely even 11'oclock in the morning. "Worse yet it was singed to the M. and T. incorporation not I as a person so~" she thought glancing towards the direction Nathan had went with a flicker of emotion fitting over her face. "I suppose he is correct, I should prepare for the Phantomhive butler's arrival." Annabelle thought with a sigh as she let her daily instincts lead her back to her room. The door clicked behind her.
Little under half an hour later at the stoop of the corner of Tristan street stood the blonde happy-go-lucky Penelope Clearwater a young teenager who was patiently (not so much) a waiting the carriage of the esteemed Earl Phantomhive. Dressed in a darkly colored sky blue dress, with a grey sash tied around the waist, along with silver or lighter grey lace that fell around the skirt of it meshed along with a high collar was the basic look for the girl. A coy smile came to her lips as she spotted the approaching carriage not that the driver saw through her fan which was the odd color a burgundy red fan with a small (t.) in the corner. The giddy look returned to her face almost immediately as the carriage came to a stop directly at the curb. Out stepped a strapping young man (although over a decade older then her) with slick black hair, and strangely red eyes. Penelope looked up at the tall man with a bright smile that in her head made her cheeks ache.
"Right this way Lady-" the butler dropped off, "Clearwater" she said warmly as she accepted his offered hand as he helped her with the large step into the carriage. "And you are?" she asked genially as she seated her self on the plush seat by the window. "Sebastian, my lady" was the answer she received while the door shut gently little id she know Sebastian already was suspicious of 'Lady Clearwater' but happened to enjoy not being shouted at for once. Sebastian sat at the front of the carriage and as he took the black reigns in his gloved hands, and he thought confidently "This is nothing more then a hobby let alone a game for her." And with that the carriage began to make its way to the Phantomhive manor.
Along the way Penelope quickly thought over the plan she had devised to see if 'Earl Phantomhive' was trust worthy in her head. "Step one: observe personality, step two: test temper, step three: go with the flow, if they discover me simply be truthful." She thought easily she had done this process a few times before, and so far it had not failed. So instead Penelope retired to look out the window at the passing fields as the carriage finally came to a stop in front of a rather large manor. There were arching walls, along with tall milky glass windows, with chest piece hedges although she noted "some seem…burned in some places?" The door to the carriage opened once again as Sebastian offered his hand once more, and helped Penelope out of the carriage. "Welcome to my home." A voice proclaimed as the form of the young teen Ciel Phantomhive appeared a look of shock only there in his eyes for a second before he extended his hand to help the young lady before him up the stairs her eyes hidden beneath the bangs of her blonde hair, a warm smile alighting her face. Penelope on the other hand was not surprised rather startled, but managed to pull out that warm smile as she took the slightly older earl's hand. "Just a slight change, this even might change the odds" she thought as the two reached the door her fan still in her left hand. "Let the games begin" Ciel smirked to him self as the doors to the Manor shut behind them.
Over an hour later after the second round of tea had just arrived at the table in the private dining hall (one of two in the manor). In two chairs one sat a very inwardly frustrated Ciel Phantomhive as he drilled questions on the other person across from him Penelope Clearwater as she simply smoothed them away with even simpler answers. Meanwhile Sebastian was standing by the doorway with a coy little smirk on his demon face. "So this Penelope is just as I suspected dull and typical noble girl." He thought sarcastically to him self with a sigh as Ciel and Penelope chatted more easily as Penelope giggled every now and again.
Then a loud crash shattered the 'calm' atmosphere, "Oh Penelopve where are you?" Penelope stood suddenly her eyes locked on the nearest window. "Come out here!" the voice shouted with a Russian accent. "I 'ave new gun to try!" the voice continued as Ciel jolted up as well. "Who the devil is that?" he muttered which apparently Penelope heard, and murmured back, "A person I know". Before a tall man with dark brown hair, and bright eyes bowled Penelope over and placed his foot on her chest. "Privyet Penelopve," he greeted. Ciel gawked mentally "What is he doing?!" Sebastian was about to 'save' his lord's guest only for her to reply to the towering man. "Privyet , could you please remove your foot from my person?" she replied in an out of character cool tone. "*конечно*, Penelopve as alvays" he replied as he removed his foot, and she lifted her self from the ground with a certain air that was strange considering her personality during the last half an hour.
Penelope faced Ciel with the same giddy look on her face as before as if nothing had happened. "Lord Phantomhive, this is an acquaintance of mine " she introduced Ciel to the man as he stared down at the young Noble. "*приятный*, to meet you Lord Phantomhieve" Adrik said a huge grin on his face, and Ciel did not bother to correct the man. "Come *малютка*, time to go" Adrik said cheerfully, but not before Sebastian blocked his path. "Uh uh uh the young lady and my lord have not finished there game." He said with a bright smile only for Adik to smile back. "Da... да I vill vait." He replied. Penelope shot him a subtle look as the temperature in the room dropped by a few degrees. "You may sit on the couch if you so wish" Sebastian said pleasantly ignoring the atmosphere his eyes shut as he smiled (fakely). Adrik smiled back as he sat down on the plush couch by the high door he had to duck to get through.
Penelope took out her fan from the pocket of her dress, and fanned it out the colors totally clashing. "Shall we end this?" she asked as she watched Ciel place his latest move on the chest board between them after over an hour. "Check." was his reply as he sat back into his chair a bored look on his face. Penelope simply moved her one knight to the left, "uncheck. check." this went on in till neither of the two players could move any more. "I win by default" Ciel proclaimed evenly as Penelope resisted the erge to role her grey eyes. "If you insist" she tried not to grit usually a situation like this would not bother her, but today she felt rather competitive. Plus Ciel was being to her point of view frankly a bit of a brat. Not that she was very immature her self she needed to be mature in most situations she got into.
So she simply bit her cheek as some say, and nodded making sure her mask was still up. "Time to go Miss Twiler!" came a shout from out side. And with that Penelope head-desked "any time, but now" she thought as a honk was heard. "Twiler?" Ciel questioned her as she stood brushing off her dress with smooth strokes as she took a deep breath. "I guess the jig is up aye ?" she whispered to Arik as he took out his hand from his pocket. "Adue~ Lord Phantomhive" Penelope called as Adrik and she exited the room, and proceeded to exit the manor. Ciel Phantomhive stood there, "I have been tricked." He thought as Sebastian looked out the window at the automobile that had several other men inside as the so called Penelope Clearwater who had preceded his expectations at the last minute and became some one different hopped up to the passenger side. Not that it was extraordinary as demons such as him self often underestimated the human race. Not that he'd ever admit that. And as the ford sped off down the long winding road, and out of sight he knew in his thoughts they would see more of the young Lady Clearwater or now Lady Twiler.
As the country side past and the chatter of the young men filled her ears Annabelle Twiler reminded her self to knock Adrik over the head for calling her Малютка, and to send a thank you to the Earl for the lovely tea.
Конечно-sure/of course
Приятный- a pleasure/nice
Малютка- baby, little one, moppet, babe, babbie, a dot of a child