Welcome to a AU story that I thought would be a good idea.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. It rightfully belongs to Toboso Yana. However, the original characters are mine.
Chapter 1
Welcome to School
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"So this..." A tiny boy scanned the place he stopped in front of. "is the school?"
He gulped as he stood at the gates before a castle-like structure. His cerulean eyes gradually took it all in. It was his first day at Weston Elementary after all and he did not know what to expect.
"Looking at it won't make it any smaller." came a hushed voice.
He turned around to find an older boy; tall but frail. He wore a white, long-sleeved shirt adorned with a red bow tie and red trousers. Ciel looked down at his own attire: white shirt, navy vest with an owl patch, matching bow tie, short trousers along with trouser socks and boots. He looked back up at the stranger. His platinum blond hair stopped atop his shoulders as he moved his bangs out of his face to reveal gentle red eyes that matched his smile. Ciel stared in awe. Hey Heaven—if you can hear me—you forgot one of your angels.
"Are you nervous?" He asked, making the little boy snap back to reality.
"U-um," Little Ciel felt his cheeks grow warm and suddenly found his shoes interesting. "N-no..."
The forgotten angel giggled, holding out a hand. "Come on. It's not so intimidating as it seems."
Ciel took the hand without a second thought. They walked side by side through the school's courtyard until the older boy stopped right in the center, where a fountain stood.
"Alright, now turn and look around." He made a presenting gesture with his hand.
His little companion did as told and found a very different image than what he had imagined waiting for him beyond the gates. The outside was so big and bad but the inside? Not so much. They—plus the fountain—stood where four pathways met. What divided them were bushes with different flowers: red roses, violet dahlias, blue gentians, and green holly. His eyes wondered to the fountain statue. A giant bear in a gold suit held its golden top hat in one hand and held its cane out with the other along with its foot, as if it were dancing. He giggled.
"If you think that's funny, take a closer look at the pavement." The older boy pointed downward.
Ciel gaped as he did so. The ground was adorned with stars and crescent moons.
"Not so scary now, huh?"
"No," Ciel wiped a tear from his laughing fit. "Just plain silly."
Soon the courtyard was filled with other children.
"I'm Joanne Harcourt by the way, a teacher's assistant here at this school." Finally introducing himself as they took a seat in front of the fountain, Joanne stared down at the little boy next to him. "I apologize for the late introduction."
"No need to apologize. I'm Ciel Phantomhive, 1st year." Ciel offered a hand to shake. "Pleasure to meet you Harcourt."
"And by the looks of it, you're in the Sapphire Owl class." Harcourt lightly chuckled as the child clasped both hands around his. "You can call me Joanne if you'd like."
Ciel, with big eyes and a pout playing on his lips, muttered, "Father says to never call anyone working at the school by their first name. It's impolite."
"Such good manners you have." Harcourt said with amusement. "Then by all means, call me whatever makes you feel comfortable."
The teachers were preparing to meet their new students. They sat around a small table in the teachers' lounge expect for one who was frantic at his desk.
"I just can't wait to see the little tots!" exclaimed a male with long, blonde hair tied in a loose ponytail, "Lawrence, won't you come here and relax. It looks like you're about to hurt yourself."
"That's easy for you to say." mumbled a blue-haired male with his face on the desk. "What if they don't like me?"
"Oh pish posh! Your kids from last year liked you didn't they? I mean, what's not to like? You're very amusing, you know."
Lawrence Bluewer just glared at his friend. Edgar Redmond was to teach the Scarlet Fox class. He was handsome, elegant, carefree and one could say he was the definition of a nobleman. Lawrence on the other hand was a man of studies, intellectual, and a nervous wreck at the moment. He was afraid that his Sapphire Owl class might not find him amiable.
"Edgar's right. You shouldn't be worried." a soft voice chimed in belonging to a black haired male with white streaks. "If you did well last year, you'll do well this year."
Violet Wolf class teacher: Gregory Violet. With skin as fair as a porcelain doll and delicate features, he could pass for a lady if he wanted to. Though he was an oddball of sorts, he was a great companion. Lawrence took a seat next to him as he doodled away like he always did when there was nothing better to do.
"You'll b—"
"If anyone should worry, it's probably Violet." a rough voice cut in; the owner turning to Gregory.
"Excuse you."
"With the way you are, you'll scare them all off!"
"Don't be so mean Herman! The kids will love him." Edgar threw a ball of paper at him. "Besides, he isn't wearing his cape today. I consider that a plus."
Gregory covered his face with his sketchbook. Lawrence adjusted his glasses and nonchalantly said, "Considering how loud you are, you'll probably scare your own students...again."
He let out a grunt in response to Lawrence.
Herman Greenhill was all about sports and action. He was well built and obtained a fierce personality—Definitely suitable to be the teacher of the Green Lion class. His emerald eyes always tried to see the good in people and his short golden hair was always combed back—a very clean-cut, honest gentleman.
Fresh out of college, the four of them ended up taking a job offer from Weston Elementary since they just loved children, or so that's what Redmond said anyway. In truth, he dragged the other three with him, telling them that teaching would be a good experience. Now here they were starting their second year. Their first year went off without a hitch—thank St. George—but this year was about to get interesting.
"I think it's about time we get going."
Lawrence dreaded those words but followed his friends out the door.
Diiinngg Diiinngg Diiinng
"Seems like we better get you to the auditorium. I need to get to the classroom."
"Okay..." Ciel's voice trailed off and he shyly looked at Joanne. "Can I hold your hand?"
"Of cou—"
"Young master!" came a deep voice.
A man in black walked up to them.
"Sebastian~!" Ciel hugged the man's leg.
With an exasperated look, the man named Sebastian ruffled the lad's hair. "I told you not to run off on your own."
"But I really wanted to see the school!"
Joanne laughed at their little squabble, causing them to stop.
"I apologize for the trouble he's given you." Sebastian bowed. "I hope he wasn't too much of a hassle."
"He was no trouble at all!" Joanne raised his hands up in defense. "In fact, Ciel seems to be a good child."
"Oh, you poor soul..." Sebastian muttered, looking at the child who was trying to catch a butterfly. Then something donned on him. "How rude of me. I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive household."
"My name is Joanne Harcourt. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Michaelis."
The two shook hands and were engaging in a conversation when...
"Harcourt!" Ciel appeared by his side. "Audioplum!"
"Oh! Right, we better go!"
The three headed off with Joanne in lead.
"Did you just say audio plum?"
"Uh huh."
"Trying to be cute I see."
"Pfft, I am the definition of cute."
Sebastian hid his face behind a gloved hand as his little master ran up and held hands with Heaven's forgotten angel.
"Good morning everybody!"
"Good morning~!"
"I am Johan Agares the principal and welcome to Weston Elementary. Starting today you will all be students here in the 1st Year Wing. Parents, I can assure you your children will be in great hands! Now will the teachers please introduce themselves."
Whispers erupted from the crowd of parents as the teachers lined up.
"They're all male?"
"Is this really okay?"
"Is he wearing makeup?"
"Such beautiful young men!"
"Sebastian, what's Grell doing here?"
"I haven't the slightest idea."
The principal calmed everyone down. "Now, now everyone. As I said before, your children will be in great hands. Please do not worry. These young men have been anything but a problem."
"As the old saying goes: Don't judge a book by its cover." quoted Edgar as he pointed out to the crowd.
"We may be men but we'll do our best to take care of these kids." Herman's stern voice rang out.
"Everyone here just wants to help them grow just a little bit." Gregory piped in.
"So will you parents just give us a chance?" Lawrence pleaded.
After a moment of silence, some nodded and a round of applause broke out. The children cheered even if they didn't really understand the situation. Mr. Agares smiled at his staff and quieted everyone down for their introductions. They spoke in the same order as before.
"I am Edgar Redmond and I'll be the teacher for Scarlet Fox. "
"Herman Greenhill, in charge of Green Lion."
"Gregory Violet..."
His friends stared at him as he got quiet. He sighed. "I'll be looking after Violet Wolf."
The children giggled and he even got a few laughs from some mothers. Finally, the last teacher spoke up.
"My name is Lawrence Bluewer and I'll be teaching Sapphire Owl."
"Now children," Mr. Agares clasped his hands together. "Please go find the teacher you belong to, you should have an animal patch attached to your vest, and say goodbye to your parents."
All the little darlings scrambled to their teachers after their farewells. Sebastian waved Ciel off as he followed his classmates.
The whole school was divided up into four corners according to the class colors. While the newcomers were in the auditorium, students ranging from 2nd to 6th years were already in their classrooms.
As he took in the scenery on the tour, Ciel was oblivious to the fact that the person in front of him stopped and he collided with their back. Oof
"Sorry..."
The child turned around and Ciel looked them over. Navy beret, short chestnut hair that curves inward framing his face, bangs pushed to the side, deep ruby eyes that pierces into one's soul, navy vest and bow tie over a long-sleeved white shirt, brown Hello Kitty bag, navy shorts, and boots. Ciel nodded at his observations then his eyes went wide. Wait a minute. Hello Kitty bag? That's no boy unless he just likes Hello Ki—
"It's okay. Don't worry about it."
Yep, definitely not a boy.
"Er, I-I thought..uh..." Ciel stumbled with his words.
"You thought I was a boy, right?" The girl smiled with her hands on her hips. "I was probably suppose to be one."
Ciel and her stared at each other then burst into laughter.
"S-Sorry about that." Ciel stuttered as he tried to stop himself from laughing anymore.
"Like I said, don't worry about it." She giggled a bit as she lightly punched him in the shoulder.
"I'm Ciel Phantomhive and you are?"
"Zephyrine Belmont. Just call me Zeph or Zephy."
"Got it."
They didn't realize that their class had left without them until they became silent. Zephy turned to stand next to him.
"Say, how long have we been standing here?"
"Beats me."
"What a great way to start the first day."
"Right?"
"There you two are!" Lawrence yelled from a distance.
"Mr. Bluewer!" Shouted the duo as they ran up to him.
He knelt down to their level and scooped them up. "I could have sworn I counted a full class in the auditorium. Good thing I decided to take attendance again."
"Sorry." Zephy apologized.
"Yeah, sorry." Ciel echoed.
He smiled down at them. "Well don't let it happen again, okay?"
"Okay~!"
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"So who's watching the class, Mr. Bluewer?" asked Ciel.
"My assistant, Clayton. You'll meet him now."
Lawrence opened the classroom door and just stared at the body on the floor with a straight face as the kids in his arms looked on curiously.
"Is that him?"
"That's him."
Apparently he had been playing a game with a few students and got knocked out by a toy sword to the face—said object was lying a few inches away. Zephy poked him and ran behind Lawrence when Clayton rolled over. His glasses had a crack on one of the lenses and his dark hair was sticking out in different directions.
"Wha...what happened?" He asked drowsily.
"You tell me."
After their learning session ended, the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd years were ready to play outside. They shared a break period while the 4th, 5th, and 6th years shared one after. The four teachers led their little ones to the playground. The children scampered about like a herd when they were set free.
"Be careful!" Lawrence yelled when one child almost tripped. They nodded and went carefully on their way.
Joanne chuckled. "You're really good with kids, Bluewer."
Burying his head in his hands, he sighed. "I have four younger sisters." This made not only Joanne but Cheslock, Gregory's assistant, twitch as a sense of gloom kicked in.
"F—Four?"
"Yes."
"Don't forget your three older ones!" Edgar exclaimed and turned to the two assistants. "They're a real lively bunch when they're all together."
"Oh shut up."
Herman rubbed the back his head. "I didn't think they would be more energetic than last year's bunch." He sat down next to Violet on a bench. "So, does your class find you terrifying?"
The artist put down his pencil and turned to his friend. "I'll have you know they like me very much. Besides, they think Cheslock looks like a scary rooster. Those pierced ears and that eyeliner just screams horror...I still wonder how he got hired..."
"Hey!"
"Geez Greenhill," Lawrence intercepted before the assistant with said attributes got heated. "It's not good to get Violet all rattled up in one day or else he might just take that pencil and stab—Actually, keep going. I'm looking forward to it."
The others laughed at the athlete's expense and he said nothing more.
"By the way," Edgar asked. "Where is Edward?"
"Ah, come to think of it, I don't know where he is.
Something caught Cheslock's eye that made him crack up, surprising the others. "I found Midford." And he walked over to where a group of children playing football formed a circle.
In the middle was Edward lying unconscious with an imprint left by the ball.
"Excuse me little rascals."
They moved aside to let Cheslock through and he knelt down beside Edward and slapped him awake. The other shook his head and put a hand to his cheek. "Ow! What was—Owww!" Edward stopped touching his face. "Why does my face hurt so much?!"
Cheslock chuckled. "Next time, pay attention to the ball."
Ciel and his new friend were just getting off the swings to go explore. As they ventured to a huge tree somewhere on the other side of the playground, three other kids ran towards them.
"Zephy!" One of the girls called out and bear-hugged her. The other two slowed down and casually walked up.
Ciel stared at the newcomers then eyed his friend. "You know them?"
"Yep! They're my friends." She proudly stated.
The girl who was holding onto Zephy let go and held out a hand to Ciel. "The name's Zia Lovewright."
Ciel squeaked in surprised for he was not expecting her grip to be that strong. But you have to at least expect some sort of strength coming from a child of Green Lion. Her golden hair ended at her shoulders and her hazel eyes gleamed playfully at him. Like Zephy, she wore a beret and shorts—emerald green—and black ankle boots. Instead of a matching vest, she wore a blazer.
She pointed to the boy with gray eyes behind wide-framed glasses. His curly chocolate hair looked as though it would be nice to pet. He wore a violet blazer, matching breeches, and mini black combat boots. "This here is Nyx Middlebrook."
"Hey." He did a strange wave with his hands. All of Violet Wolf did some strange things.
The tiny earl waved back in the same manner. "Ciel Phantomhive."
Last to be introduced was a girl who wore her ebony hair into twin tails. What held them in place were red ribbons. Of course, she had to be from Scarlet Fox. She wore a white ruffled blouse under her crimson vest, matching skirt, white stockings with floral pattern, and black Mary Janes. Her lilac eyes stared curiously at cerulean ones.
C-Cute. Ciel thought as he held eye contact longer.
"Hello..."
Ah, she said something...
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Blink
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She said something! As his brain searched for words, all that came out was, "Hu-Huh?"
The girl giggled. "I said hello, I'm Kassa Walton."
He looked down bashfully, feeling his face heat up. "Hi..."
"No need to be shy." Too late.
The other three snickered at the exchange between them.
"Now that intros are out of the way, let's play!" Zia suggested, holding up a ball that she had brought along since the beginning of recess.
The newly established friends nodded and began their fun.
A/N: Hope you've enjoyed this and decide to stick around for more. Review and follow if you like. :)