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Chapter 2:

Ciel's bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down…

"Miss Johnstantine, I suggest we start the game," Sebastian said, motioning towards the board. Ciel sat in his chair and smirked. I gulped, already feeling outwitted. He emitted a force, some kind of aura that makes you feel beaten and outsmarted. Not a good thing.

"R-Right," I said, trying to pick out one of the player pieces. Ciel slapped my hand away from the Hunting Hound piece.

"That doesn't suit you. A Hunting Hound has speed, power, you match more to this," He picked out a stone gargoyle, staring into your depths with blue eyes. I shuddered, unconsciously leaning away from it.

"I-I think th-that's a little unnecessary, Ciel," I pushed the piece away with one finger. It seriously creeped me out. Ciel frowned, and tossed it to me in the end. My luck always seems to run out, doesn't it? Leave it to me to somehow get stuck with Mister 'I've-got-a-butler-so-fear-me'.

"You go first," Ciel said. I glared at him, spinning the top and landing on four. I had heard about him when I was little, how he always loved to play these games in business meetings. It always gave people the chills.

No duh.

I moved my piece the four squares, then drew my hand away from the board as much as possible. Of all the places in the world, why that? Really? Why did I have to land on that?

"You are taken prisoner by a hell hound, good job," Ciel praised sarcastically. I glared at him, sitting back in my seat.

"Psh! Like you could do any better, brat," Acting confident was the only thing that would make me survive in this hellhole. The only thing…other than jumping through that nice-looking window…

No, screw that. There's a big dog.

"A…dog?" I said to myself, forgetting the game altogether to look at the giant canine eyes staring through the window. I always loved dogs. They were so fluffy, and loyal, unlike cats, who loved on you only when they felt like it. Dogs were man's best friend for a reason.

I heard Ciel move his piece, and I heard steps coming over to me. Crap. I was staring at the dog for a long time, wasn't I?

"Miss Johnstantine, I advise you to keep playing, the master isn't a very…tolerant man," He drew out that sentence far longer than need be. Sebastian smirked when I looked towards him. Him. Window. Him. Window.

He won in the end.

I sat back down in the chair, looking at Ciel's piece. Why was I even playing this game anyway? Sure, I loved board games, but not ones that promise eternal death and his dog!

Ciel's piece had landed on a square, "You lost a limb in the enchanted forest,"

Creeeeeeeeeeepy.

"Look at that, Sebastian, I lost a leg in the enchanted forest, how unfortunate," He didn't sound very unhappy…

I moved my piece again, not even looking at the place that I moved it to. Ciel spoke up after he spun.

"So, Miss Johnstantine, how is your family's business going? I hear that their toys are on the top market, yes?" Ciel spoke in such a business-like manner; I almost thought he was an adult. Well, he wasn't. No adult I've seen has that good-looking skin.

I sweatdropped. I didn't know what my family did exactly to crush the Phantomhives like they did, but I did know that whatever happened, they did it well. I guessed I should try to play along…

"Umm…" Nice playing along.

Ciel rose an eyebrow. I shrank back in my chair, my hand seeking the comfort of my wrench. Thank God my tool belt was still on, otherwise I'd go insane. Ciel's penetrating gaze pushed me further back in my chair. He spoke once more,

"Do you not know what your family is doing, Miss Johnstantine?"

I sank back, my back pressing on something unfamiliar. Well, it was unfamiliar until I heard a voice:

"April 5, 2012, The Ford Fairlane had a slight malfunction today, so I tuned up the alternator and fixed the bug on the distributor cap. I think that'll do it for now, but I may have problems later on tomorrow. Logging off,"

I paled. The butler and master pair both cocked their heads. I paid more attention to Ciel. He was so cute when he did that! I don't think I had ever seen a little boy (taller than me he may be) be so freakin' adorable!

Sebastian smirked. Fixing his shirt, he spoke up once more:

"Master, I do believe I was right. She will certainly be one Hell of a maid,"

OOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO

So, there was a dog. In my face. A dog. In. My. Face.

"Umm…good puppy?" I said reaching up my hand to pet his snout. He was kinda cute in a way. Although, I had never seen a dog with red eyes before…

Ciel walked by the dog with his cane and a grimacing Sebastian, "Your room is the window up to your far right, and all the other rooms you may enter, except for my study. There will be a schedule laid out for you, and you are to help Mey-Rin clean all the roo-"I cut him off.

"Wait wait, you don't really expect me to stay here, do you? You just took me out of my own time to your creepy little mansion, not to mention you think I'm a demon!" I poked a finger in his face. Ciel coughed and cleared his throat,

"No, Sebastian thinks you're a demon. And you can't go back, anyway. So, you have two choices, either remain here, where you get a mansion to sleep in and food to eat, or go out on the streets and beg for meals. Your choice," He walked off, tapping his cane. My cheeks went hot with anger. He was so uncute!

"Listen here, punk," I started, running up to him and grabbing his collar, "I don't know what your problem is, but you need to get a life,"

He spun around, furious and slapped my hand off.

"Whatever life I may have is gone, but don't think I can't take yours so easily! What matters in my existence is surviving, and protecting the Queen at all costs, you know nothing!" He glared at me harder than he had ever done before. I stepped back, amazed. I didn't think I had struck that deep.

"I-I'm so-"

"Nevermind! Just get out of my sight!" He turned around and waved his hand, dispelling me. For once, I backed off, and ran out of the courtyard.

OOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO

I ran and ran until I reached an unknown part of the house. How could I have been so insensitive? Poor Ciel, I hurt his feelings, and I felt incredibly bad for it. I really didn't know anything. Everything I heard about him was that he was a lonely little brat who liked to play creepy games. So far, I was right, but that didn't make him a robot…

"I'm sorry, kid," I said to myself. I heard a gasp from in front of me.

"You shouldn't talk t'yourself, that's bad for you yes it is," I looked up to see a bespectacled maid, rushing towards me. Wait, she wasn't rushing, she was falling…crap. She landed on me, crushing the tiny little Stevie with a new move, "The-Maid-of-Doomitude," How to conduct "The-Maid-of-Doomitude" Wear glasses that you can't see through and find an innocent little Stevie. The rest goes unsaid.

"Oooh! I've gun an dun it again! I'm so sorry, miss!" She yelled, getting off me. I stood back up, dusting off my shirt.

"It's alright," I said, "I'm Stevie, nice to meet you,"

The maid's eyes widened behind her glasses. (I guessed again, I couldn't see her eyes,)

"Oohh, you're that new maid the young Master said he was gonna hire, that you are! But you're so pretty! You look more like his sister!" She cooed and cooed over me, turning me this way and that. I shot her a deadpan look.

"Thank you, but don't call me pretty,"

She shrunk away from the gaze of hell. Good job.

I looked around after an awkward silence. The maid looked around as well, probably wondering who I was looking for. I laughed, embarrassed.

"Um, could you tell me where Cie- where the young master is?" I asked. The maid nodded.

"Right down that hall, yes it is. Go on an take a left, and you got his study, that you do!" She yelled again. Man, she was loud. I smiled and thanked her, rushing off. I had to apologize to that kid, no matter what.

OOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO

I never noticed the door before. It was huge. Very huge.

Yes, very huge indeed.

In fact, it was so huge, that I was having trouble trying to find the doorknob in all its hugeness. It had to be somewhere, just look. Don't laugh at me; you would do it too, that you would.

Ciel, I think your maid is contagious.

"Where are you little little doorknob? Come ouuuut…" I sang to it, hoping to coax it out. What? I always though doorknobs liked music. It always worked back at my home.

"Miss Johnstantine, I don't think singing will effectively open the Young Master's door," A voice said from behind me. I whipped around to see sexy-butler dude, smiling at me. One of the creepiest smiled I had ever seen, yes, but smiling nonetheless.

He walked over and pushed on the door.

I sweatdropped. "So it's like that…" And with that brilliant comment I waltzed through the entrance. Ciel sat in the brown leather chair again, studying the game. I gulped. He looked so...in tune.

"Young Lord? Miss Johnstantine is here to see you," Sebastian calmly fled the premises. I glared at him in envy.

"Well? You wanted to talk to me?" Ciel sounded so bored.

I nervously wrung my hands, "Yeah, I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't know you're parents were… you know," I looked up to him. He wasn't even looking at me, just staring at the board.

"You're forgiven," He said. My eyes widened.

"That easy?"

"Would you like it to be harder?"

"N-No…"

"Then, leave me be right now. That's an order," He shooed me away with his hand. I didn't want to, and was about to object, but a force compelled me too. It was like I couldn't disobey, at all. Almost like…

Instinct.

OOOOOOOOooooooOOOOOO

Ciel P.O.V.

I watched in mild, very mild amusement as Stevie walked out of the room against her will. I even heard her cries of help from down the hall.

"I-can't-stop-walking! Ow! Bad hand! Bad hand! Legs! I command you to stop! Listen to your upper half, dammit! Ow, Ow!" Her voice carried on and on down the hall.

I sighed, sitting back in my chair. She was certainly a handful. But, I did need a new protector of sorts, just for when Sebastian wasn't enough. Which was rather rare.

If anything failed, she could be like my court jester.

Johnstantine. I never thought I would hear that name ever again after the president of the company suffered a…heart attack a year ago. But, she didn't even know what her company did, and the strange voice that came from her backside when she leaned into the chair…she would have to explain tomorrow. She interested me. It's hard to do that, you know.

Very hard, indeed.

Author's note! Okay, so I had a bit of trouble thinking up this chapter, but this is probably the most fun out of all my stories to write. Tell me if anything is wrong, so I can fix it :D Oh, and I have another story :Only on the Outside. Look in Ouran High School Host Club.

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