Me? On a carriage ride? "Yeah, I'd love to!" I said, big smile on my face. As we walked outside, he introduced himself to me. "I am Ciel Phantomhive, head of the Phantomhive household and the Funtom Corporation," Phantomhive? That's a weird last name. And what the heck was the "Funtom Corporation"?
"Look mommy! It's a new Funtom's Peter Rabbit!" I heard a little boy say excitedly. I turned to the direction of his voice and saw a huge toy store. "Ooohhhh…." I said, the clueless look on my face changing to one of understanding.
We arrived at the carriage and Ciel stepped into it as Mr. Blacky offered me a hand. I stared at it, thinking back to the cane incident. "Um…who are you?" I asked him, and he bowed a little. "Forgive me for not introducing myself; I am Sebastian Michaelis, the Phantomhive household's butler." Butler? No wonder he wore that outfit! He smiled at me, but I couldn't help but be a little freaked. Did his expression ever change?
Taking his hand, I made my way inside the carriage as the door closed behind me. "Sit," Ciel pretty much ordered, and I did as I was told. A more serious aura surrounded him now that we were inside the carriage. Maybe I shouldn't have gone on the carriage ride.
He stared me down again and I sunk in my seat, wondering what he was going to do with me. "Who are you really?" Wait, what? Didn't I already tell him that? Did he not believe me? Well, I guess it is pretty suspicious to run into a gender bended look alike of you wearing weird clothes.
"I'm Lucy Adams," I said again for the second time that day. Boy, I sure had to introduce myself a lot. He intertwined his hands and rested his chin on them, eyeing me carefully. "Where are you from?" I blinked. "Phoenix Arizona." I replied. Looking more closely, I noticed subtle differences between us. I was tanner than him, and he seemed scrawnier than me. He had serious eyes, whereas my eyes were livelier. And geez, did he ever get intimidated at all?
There was an awkward silence between us-well, I considered it awkward. Wait, now that I think of it, did Arizona exist in the 18th century? Probably not. Maybe I could pass it off as some foreign land nobody's ever heard of. The carriage randomly came to a halt, and my body slammed into the side of one of the doors. Were carriage rides always so bumpy?
We got out of the carriage and Ciel looked at me, saying "We'll talk more later." He considered what we just did talking? No no no, talking is more like "hey, how was your day?" or "oh really? I like that too." What he just did was an interrogation.
As the door to a humongous mansion was opened, I squealed a little. "Young master, what's-"Sebastian started to say as he saw Ciel's devastated expression, but was cut off by three shrieks.
