Hi everyone I am Ayame Maaka, I finally got my own account. This is my first story about my Kuroshitsuji OC character. Ayame Koyama. This is a shipping b/w my OC and Sebastian. I don't own Kuroshitsuji, I only own my OC. Please review. 3~
Ayame's POV:
"Gah, oh no! I forgot my Kuroshitsuji manga!" Ayame quickly picked up her messenger bag that she used as her school bag. She grabbed some toast, and some napkins and went out the door running. "I'm going to be late for school!" Ayame went to a private Catholic girls' school, in a rural village no one cares about. She usually took the boys' prep bus, but missed it so she had to take her bike. "7:00 am, well I got an hour and a half to bike to school." Ayame says to herself.
Ayame lived by the shore in south Jersey, her school was in a northern county. She decided to take a shortcut through this reportedly occult area of the bigger city near her small town. Her bike weaved around some trees in the woods she suddenly found herself in. "Only in New Jersey right?" Ayame comments, to nobody in particular "Zut*, next thing you know, I'm going to see the Jersey Devil…" Ayame proceeded down the wooded path, until she saw a rock. She couldn't stop her bike in time, and her bike crashes. "Crap, I'm bleeding" Ayame mumbled. She gingerly got some herbs she kept in her backpack, and applied a poultice to herself. "At this rate I'll never make it to school." "Since when did I become so inept?" She wondered. She picked up her bike and her things that had scattered. She puts her Kuroshitsuji manga in her bike basket. Ayame then biked down to the light she saw. "That must lead out of this hundred acre woods." Ayame joked.
Somehow it all went to hell, and Ayame realized the crap she had gotten herself into. She realized this when she broke free from the woods and saw old bicycles and horse drawn buggies. "Crap how the hell did this happen?" Ayame cursed shakily. Ayame didn't have time to panic she always had planned for something like this. She looked around the landscape, and decided that she had indeed been transported to 19th century Victorian England. She decided to go with her Plan A, which was code for "If you ever read so much Victorian romance novels that you dream about it." This was close enough. Ayame relayed to herself what she should do. 'First you must check your wallet.' Ayame checked her wallet in her uniform skirt pocket. She had $20.00 and several pennies dimes and nickels. 'Well my father told me when he was a boy a quarter was five dollars, so I technically have at least four hundred bucks.' 'Also according to my research pennies could buy candy, drinks, bread, and lunch so I'm not complaining' 'Then I must quickly head to the nearest dress maker and get a few plain dress for five modern dollars. That is worth one hundred all together in this era.' Ayame speed past to the dress shop. Thankfully the shops were open but, it was too early for anyone of society to see and point at her. She walked in and explained her situation the best she could leaving out she was from another era. The kindly old woman behind the counter nodded and smiled at her. Then she went about unbolting the hanging rolled fabrics from the wall in the store and measuring her. Ayame had settled upon three modest musliam dresses. One was a light cream color, one a pastel pink, and one mild blue. The old woman was kind enough to throw in the proper undergarments of the time free of charge. Ayame changed into the blue dress thanked, and paid her. She took the bag which had the contents of the other two dresses, and thought to herself what was next on her list. 'Now I must buy some bread and fruit for the rest of this day's journey. I must find a cheap hotel and get a job. Something less degrading as a courtesan, something more dignifying for my status an heiress of the Koyama fortune.' "Maybe a tutor or something?" Ayame thought out loud. She saw something black hover over her shoulder and held back a scream.
"Can I help you?" Ayame says to mysterious man clad in a black suit and tailcoat.
"I couldn't help but, hear your predicament your in." said the mysterious man.
'He can read my thoughts?' Ayame flushed.
"Yes I can, now I happen to be searching for another tutor for my master the Earl of Phantomhive. You may come with me." He says. "Did I happen to get your name miss?"
"Lady Alexandra from New Jersey of the states." "But, ever since I visited Japan one summer, I've adopted the name Ayame Koyama." Ayame stated. Ayame followed the man to and took a seat in the buggy. The man in black drove them to the Phantomhive manor. 'I feel like I've seen this residence before.' Ayame pondered thoughtfully. Then it hit her. 'Zut, since when did I become so dense. "Earl of Phantomhive", man in black. I'm in the Kuroshitsuji world!'
When they arrived the black butler helped her down. "Welcome to the Phantomhive manor, my lady." He said. He led her through the manor to the sitting room where the Earl of Phantomhive was being harassed by his blonde cute obsessed fiancée. "My lord, I've taken the liberty of finding you a new tutor to help me teach you various subjects, in order for you to get the best education an Earl should have." said the devilish butler.
"Sebastian what could this girl possibly teach me? Look at her she doesn't even dress properly." said the thirteen year old Earl.
"If I may young master, she seemed to have a certain aura about her that made her stand out. That's why I was compelled to bring her to you." "She's seems very educated and intelligent for a girl of this time." Sebastian continued."From what I could pick up going through her mind at the time I found her it seems she's from a future time period."
"What?" "Sebastian's that's preposterous different time period…" Ciel grumbles.
"If I may it's true I am from the year 2011, this I think is the year 1886 right?" Ayame in-puts.
"That is correct milady, now bocchan I'd advise you to let her stay the night and in the morning we find out her skills okay?" Sebastian suggests.
"Fine, you show me what you know tomorrow." says Ciel.
'What have I gotten myself into Adonai*?'thought Ayame.
*Zut is a French all-purpose swear word. *Lord Alexandra, or Ayame is Jewish ironic huh?
How, did I do? I know my grammar sucks but, hey. The "secrets" will be revealed as gradually. This was my fail attempt at a description turned chapter title. XD"
