I haven't updated in like...an eternity and a day. And, sadly, I really don't have a passable excuse. Obviously, I need to work on that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, there'd be no Mangela.
William makes an appearance! And so do Grell and Ronald, but that's towards the end of the chapter.
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"Ms. Monet, do say hello, to your second boss."
I turned around.
This guy stood out like a sore thumb in this office. His pitch black hair was combed back, and he was in a crisp black suit. In his right hand he held...hedge-clippers? He adjusted his thick glasses with his gloved hands, and regarded me silently.
"...Um...I'm Evelyn Monet."
He nodded. "You may call me Mr. Spears."
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I shifted uncomfortably under the intense death-stare of my new boss.
Sensing my discomfort, Mr. Allen tried to cheer me up. "You know, Evelyn, Mr. Spears has two young Grim Reapers under his charge. Ah- who are they?" He asked sheepishly, turning to Mr. Spears.
Mr. Spears adjusted his glasses (again). "Grell Sutcliff and Ronald Knox are my charges. They're not that much older than you. I trust you three will get along just fine, seeing as you will be working together for many Soul Harvesting tasks.
The hell. I always worked alone. Now I'll have to have partners? I felt like crossing my arms.
"I trust Mr. Allen already told you that you will get a five day break to learn everything you need to learn on English culture?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Spears." Mr. Spears firmly corrected.
Bitch, pleeeaase.
"Yes, Mr. Spears." I mumbled. Rolling my eyes.
"I see we will have to do something about that rebellious American teenage attitude, as well." He commented dryly, adjusting his glasses.
I felt Mr. Allen staring at me. I felt so embarrassed. Obviously, I would be getting a mouthful after this.
"And I trust Mr. Allen told you that I will be retrieving you on the eleventh of February?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very well." Mr. Spears said, with the usual arrogant British pomp.
He made a gateway into his territory and turned to me, right before stepping in. "Ms. Monet?"
"Yes, Mr. Spears?"
"Do brace yourself, for there is much to be learned."
And with that, he stepped in and the gateway closed.
I bit my bottom lip and waited for Mr. Allen to speak.
"Evelyn?"
"…yes?"
"What on earth was that?"
"…What was what?"
"Don't play clueless with me, young lady. What was this whole ordeal with rolling your eyes at the Head of the English Dispatch, not to mention mumbling?" Mr. Allen asked, going into his subtle bitchy mode.
"I didn't mean to, but he was-"
"I don't want a repeat of this." The blonde said, staring at me.
I stared into his pale blue eyes with my lips pursed. "Okay."
He sighed allowed me to leave.
"Don't forget to read those books!"
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(Shinigami Apartments)
I spent the rest of the week (and Saturday) reading those boring textbooks. I knew how to convert U.S. Dollars to Pounds, the schooling system, the laws, and most of England's history- which was admittedly interesting. Somewhat.
I was packing everything I needed for tomorrow (Sunday, February 11th) into a suitcase. Most of which was hair products. You had no idea how monstrous my wild, curly hair could be without mousse, spray-gels, gels, serums, and deep conditioners.
After I was done, I put it on my bed and left my small apartment. The whole moving thing seemed to really hit me then and there.
I glanced at my door- apartment 444- and sighed, before making my way down the seemingly endless halls, and down the huge grand staircase.
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I poked uninterestedly at my sandwich, and listened half-heartedly as my friends (Grim Reapers, of course) all bombarded me with questions.
"Hey, I heard you were going to England!"
"You're lucky…"
"Aren't you going to Funtom Academy?"
"That's like the best school in Britain, I heard."
"Me too."
I rolled my eyes. "What's so great about it? Screw the whole moving thing, I'm fine right where I am, damnit."
A friend of mine, Jahnette, spoke, "But at least you'll have two other companions your age."
"The oldest person at this table is twenty-three. That's basically still a teen. It might as well be." I muttered.
After dinner I said goodbye to all of them, and let them squeeze me to near (second) death with hugs.
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I let myself fall melodramatically onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.
There was no way that I was sleeping tonight. No friggin' way.
…But I fell asleep anyways.
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I was woken up at 6:30 AM sharp by the alarm of my Blackberry.
I scrambled out of bed, and got ready.
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The moment I put my hair in a bun, someone knocked on my door.
I opened it and mentally groaned. Mr. Spears!
"Yes, it's me." He replied, as if he read my mind. "Now, Ms. Monet, I am sure you have everything packed?"
"Yes, sir."
"And I trust you read all of the text books?"
"Yes sir."
"I'll have to see about that. Who was the first kind of England?"
"Wessex King Egbert. He ruled 802-39 AD."
"Thirty-six U.S. dollars into pounds?"
"23.67 British Pound Sterling." I replied.
"Children ages 11 to 18 receive?"
"Secondary education."
He nodded his approval.
I glanced at my apartment door one last time, before following Mr. Spears- my dreaded new boss, down the hall.
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When we arrived, I couldn't help but look around in awe.
The place looked like it was suck in the Victorian Era, but it had a modern- day twist to it, such as slide-open doors, and even some escalators.
"You have half an hour more to catch up on rest. Grim Reapers here don't wake up until 7:30 AM. I will have Grell and Ronald direct to you to the Great Hall for breakfast, and then they will give you a tour of the realm."
"Yes, sir." I replied.
I followed Mr. Spears to my new apartment.
I was met with a door that was painted a deep red color, and it had the gold inscriptions of : Apt. 347 engraved on it.
Everything looked so old-timey but elegant- and rich. It was way bigger than my old dorm, that was for sure.
"I don't see my bed."
"This is the first floor of your apartment. You have a second floor. Your room is located there."
Holy hell. Two floors?
"Yes, Ms. Monet. Two floors." Mr. Spears handed me my keys. "Don't lose them. Settle in." And with that, he left.
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Everything was so cool. It's like I had my own house. My room was friggin' awesome.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. "I think I'll like it here."
I was distracted, though, when I heard a shuffle coming from my old-timey wardrobe.
I got up and stared at it.
"Um…is anyone there?"
Silence.
I walked up to it and pulled open the doors, and screamed.
"Shh! Shh!" A blur of red hair demanded. "Ron, gag her!"
"I can't do that!"
I stared at them in horror. "Who in the freaking hell are you two?!"
"Oh, you're pretty!" The red mass exclaimed.
The bright mass of red pulled its really long hair back to reveal green Grim Reaper eyes like mine, and a grin. A really shark-like grin. Everything on her (…or him?) was red. The brows, lashes, glasses, hair, clothes- everything. I mean, I love red but this dude just looked like Elmo. He or she looked about sixteen.
"I'm Grell Sutcliff~!" The feminine boy said (yes, he. The voice gave it away), pressing his red-gloved hand to his forehead. "A Reaper to simply…die for."
Another boy winked at me and waved cheerily. The top-half of his head was blonde while the bottom-half was a pitch black. His eyes, too, obviously were the supernatural green. He had thick, black frames, and wore a button-up, with black skinny pants and a matching blazer. He wore white gloves, and wore brown Ugg Reefton Canvas shoes.
"And I'm Ronald Knox. But you can call Ron. And when I say you can call me Ron, I mean ya kind of have to. I don't like Ronald."
I nodded slowly. "So…I'm guessing you two are my new partners…?"
Grell flipped his hair over his shoulder. "Seems so. It's such a relief to have another lady on the team, ya know?"
I decided not to tell him that he wasn't a 'lady'.
"Why were you guys hiding in my room?"
"We had to see our new partner in crime! Promise you won't tell Will?" Grell asked, clasping his gloved hands together.
"Who's Will?"
"Mr. Spears, silly!"
But then again, you could've just said that.
"Fine. I won't tell."
Grell grabbed Ronald and left, waving goodbye to me, telling me that I'd see them come breakfast time.
As the door slammed shut, I wondered what in the hell had just happened.
Arrrgh. *stretches* finally done.
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