A/N: Annnnnddddd another chapter. Any comments or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Warnings: Swearing
Leisa had already drained her third cup of coffee, but she was still staring at the screen of her computer in awe. It made absolutely no sense. There was a tv show… an Anime based off of the two guests currently in her house. It couldn't have been a coincidence. Not only did the two characters from the show have the same exact names as her guests, but they looked exactly the same.
Where the two people in her house… what was the word… cosplayers? Was this whole thing some big prank they were going to post on Youtube when they left her house? Well, if they were cosplayers, then they were damn good ones. But if they weren't…
They had to be.
Leisa had done a bit of research on the… Anime her new guests apparently starred in. According to a quick summary of Kuroshitsuji she had found on Google, her guest, Sebastian, was a… a demon butler who served Ciel, who was apparently an Earl and detective. And damn, he had a huge fan base. They both did.
They were definitely cosplayers - what else could they be? And if they were cosplayers, then they were probably staying in her house to make fun of her. This was all some joke, and that made Leisa extremely angry.
She snapped her laptop shut and stood up sharply, striding over to her guest's room. She was going to teach those bastards not to mess with her. She threw open the door, opening her mouth to yell at them. Then she snapped her mouth shut immediately, blushing.
The taller man - Sebastian - was currently in the process of dressing the younger of the two visitors, Ciel. Both males turned their heads sharply to stare at her as she entered. Ciel blushed, glaring at her.
"Get out!" The boy shouted. Leisa didn't need telling twice. She closed the door quickly, her face burning.
"Ohhhhh shit," she muttered under her breath as she took a step away from the door, smacking her palm against her forehead. Maybe it hadn't been the most intelligent idea to bust into her guest's room. In her defense, however, it was nowhere near nighttime. How could she have known they were changing? Did the British change clothes more than once a day or something?
The door to the guest's room creaked open, interrupting her thoughts. Sebastian was standing in the doorway, a false smile covering his face and closing his eyes.
"Now would be a perfectly acceptable time to enter, my lady," he said, chuckling slightly. That damn bastard. He finds this amusing.
Leisa bit her lip and entered the room, avoiding the man's eyes.
Ciel - now fully clothed - was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed, the ghost of a blush still visible on his cheeks.
"Does privacy not exist in America?" he questioned angrily, glaring at Leisa, who in turn looked intently at her socks.
"I'm sorry," she muttered awkwardly. Ciel glared for a few more seconds, then sighed, crossing his arms.
"It's fine," he muttered standing up, "just make sure it doesn't happen again." Leisa bit her lip.
"Of course," she said, grinding a foot into the carpet and staring at the ground. There were a couple moments of awkward silence as Leisa debated asking her two guests to leave. The anger she had felt a few moments ago had almost completely vanished. After all, she had wronged her guests, and it would be quite disrespectful to kick them out after she had behaved so rudely. Perhaps they weren't cosplayers after all; their resemblance to the fictional characters she had found online could be purely coincidental.
She doubted it.
It was Sebastian who first broke the silence, a smug smile on his lips.
"Perhaps you could teach us to use the cooking equipment before we leave?" he asked respectfully from his place next to the door. Leisa had forgotten all about the man's presence in the room. How couldn't she? He acted like a bloody servant, after all.
"Um… sure," Leisa responded, though she wasn't quite sure she knew how to use half of the things in the kitchen herself. She spun around - happy to break eye contact with Ciel - and headed out of the bedroom.
Leisa struggled to figure out how to operate all of the machines in the kitchen but eventually managed to teach her guests to use most of the equipment. She herself had been taught to use everything in the kitchen at one point in her life, but years of fast food had to lead to her forgetting almost all of her cooking-related knowledge.
Sebastian had been the only one truly paying attention to Leisa's 'lesson.' His companion, Ciel, had instead occupied himself by looking at the items in her house as if they were paintings in a museum. First, he stared at her television for a few minutes, crouching every so often to view it from a different angle. Then he looked at her cell phone, pressing the different buttons. Then her printer. Then her clock.
The boy appeared fascinated by any technology he could lay his azure eyes upon. Perhaps he had been raised by people who had disapproved of modern society, Leisa mused. That would explain his fascination with technology, as well as his old-fashioned clothes and strange mannerisms.
While Ciel was quite a strange boy, his companion, Sebastian, was even stranger. Not only were his eyes a strange shade of scarlet, (was he albino?) but he behaved in a very peculiar way. It was if the man felt no human emotion!
The only expressions his face seemed to showcase were that of amusement and annoyance. Otherwise, he almost always wore a straight face, occasionally disrupted by a fake smile. With his pale skin, vermilion eyes and lack of emotions, Leisa couldn't help but wonder if he was a vampire. Aside from his hairstyle, he looked almost exactly like she would have pictured Edward Cullen from Twilight looking. He was also a rather fast learner. He seemed to remember everything she told him.
Soon, Leisa was done teaching Sebastian about the machines in the kitchen and it was time for her two guests to leave. She offered to drive them to their destination, but they declined.
"Where are you going, anyway?" Leisa asked as she unzipped the sweater she had been wearing. For some reason, it was smoldering hot inside her house.
"None of your concern," Ciel answered as he struggled to put his shoes on. He'd been quite upset when Leisa had told him to take his weird high-heels off. Apparently, he wasn't aware that in America, it was customary to remove your shoes upon entering one's house.
Leisa huffed at Ciel's irritating response, rolling her eyes. Didn't he know his cryptic answer would make her even more curious as to where he was going?
"Pleaseeee tell meeeeeee," she pleaded, folding her hands together and blinking twice at Ciel, who scowled.
"Please refrain from such sickening displays," he muttered. "It's none of your business where I go, anyway."
With that, he turned sharply on his heel and left the house. Sebastian turned to follow his master, closing the door softly behind himself and leaving Leisa alone. She huffed, crossing her arms.
"Rude," she muttered to herself before spinning around in the direction of the living room. She was about to jump onto the couch before she froze in place, a smile spreading across her face.
There was a way to find out where her visitors were going. All she needed to do was follow them.
Not wasting a mere second, Leisa dashed to the front door, grabbed a shiny, purple raincoat from the wooden coat rack in the hallway (It looked as if it were about to rain any second) and peered out a small window next to the front door, pushing aside a ratty curtain to do so. The window was rather foggy, but Leisa was still able to see that her two guests were far enough away not to notice her leaving after them. Grinning mischievously, Leisa snatched the door's silver key off its nail and slowly opened the front door. The door creaked loudly as it opened, making Leisa flinch. Her visitors were out of earshot, but she still insisted upon remaining silent, as if she was a spy in a movie.
Leisa closed the door quietly behind herself and walked carefully across her front yard, the ghastly sheet of dead grass covering the lawn crunching softly under her sneakers. She shivered and pulled her raincoat tightly around her shoulders as a blast of frosty wind hit her.
Sebastian and Ciel were about two hundred feet ahead of Leisa by now, and she jogged towards them to narrow the distance. Once she was about a hundred feet away from her guests, she slowed to a walk, matching their pace.
She followed them along the sidewalk for about fifteen minutes, passing various parks, houses, and stores until Sebastian and Ciel finally turned off the sidewalk. They began striding up a grand marble staircase that lead to an even grander building.
It was a bank, but it looked like a smaller, marble version of the White House. Leisa stared up at the building looming above her in awe, before quickly following Sebastian and Ciel through one of the many sets of doors at the top of the staircase.
She entered the building and was instantly surrounded by a crowd of people, all hurrying off to their respective destinations. Everyone in the building was dressed in formal clothing, making Leisa feel drastically out of place. It took Leisa a few seconds to spot the two people she'd been following (stalking, really) in the pandemonium.
When she finally found them, they were already halfway across the large building, opening a door and walking into a room. Leisa raced after the two, shoving multiple businessmen aside, earning herself a few nasty looks.
She had finally reached the door her guests had walked into, and was about to open it before she caught a glance of the sign next to the door. She gulped, a wave of embarrassment washing over herself as she quickly removed her hand from the doorknob.
It was the men's restroom.
She took a few steps away from the door and shivered. She'd been that close to marching into the opposite sex's bathroom. That close.
Leisa may have been annoyed that she had to wait for her two visitors, but she wasn't discouraged. She was going to find out what her guests were up to no matter what. After all, why would such a small boy be going to a bank? And why did he and his 'friend' look exactly like characters from some bloody tv show?
Not knowing what else to do, Leisa decided to wait for her guests on the wall just a few feet away from the men's bathroom. She slid gradually down the marble wall into a sitting position. She fiddled with her fingers in a desperate attempt to pretend she was doing something. Damn, she wished she had her phone. At least then she could keep herself entertained while she waited for the two morons to finish using the bathroom. Not only that, but having her phone might have distracted her from the suspicious glances she was getting from various people as they rushed by.
Five minutes had passed, and Leisa was growing impatient. When were they going to finish using the restroom? How long did that have to take?
Then five more minutes passed.
Then ten.
Leisa was fed up. Not only was she getting stared at more and more by the second, but she was bored. Really bored.
Another five minutes passed, and Leisa was ready to march right into the bathroom, whether it was for men or not. So she did.
She pulled her hood over her head in hopes that it would disguise her femininity and marched straight into the men's restroom.
There were only a couple other men there, and she kept her gaze on her shoes in order to avoid eye contact. But she could still feel their stares upon her back. Striving to appear casual as possible, Leisa glanced sideways under the stall doors to look for Sebastian and Ciel. But they weren't there.
She paced the line of stalls several times, but they were nowhere to be seen. And she was sure she would have been able to identify Ciel's ghastly high-heels anywhere.
Aware that she had been pacing awkwardly for quite a long time, Leisa reluctantly stepped into a stall and closed the door. She waited a few minutes before flushing the toilet and opening the door once more, keeping her head down, and her eyes directed at the floor. She was going to get out of this damn bathroom. She'd probably just missed Ciel and Sebastian when they were leaving the bathroom.
But before she could leave the room, she bumped into a man's back.
"Sorry," she mumbled, rubbing her nose where it had hit the man. She started to shuffle out of the bathroom once more when a voice stopped her.
"Leisa?"
She spun around, searching for the source of the noise. She gasped when she found it. It was none other than Ciel and Sebastian, standing in the bathroom, staring at her in shock.
"Um… hi?" Leisa murmured with a guilty grin. Ciel blinked at her, his mouth still wide open.
"Why the bloody hell are you here?!"
