A-D: Hello all again! Yes this is another update to this fic, am TRYING my hardest to get what I can done when I can. Soooo much to do now. I hate it really. A quick thing, please don't send hate for this. I worked hard and am trying to make this make sense, so a few alterations are obviously going to be far different than the original stuff. Please don't hurt me for slightly altering the canon works.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING but this fanfiction. I do wish that I owned nice things from time to time.
As humans are, there is a tether to life, like a dog on a leash, we cannot escape our fate, no matter how great or terrible.
A cobalt blue eye watched on as this...boy spoke with Lizzy. She seemed oblivious to the obvious lack of actual thrill that was felt by the second party upon making friends. This was odd to the boy watching from a distance, as Lizzy's joy was like the plague... that he was immune to. "Che..." He looked back to the notes that he'd been working on. No errors, just as he'd been tutored to fix in his spare time. There was a sound, a dull one that the teacher wouldn't hear.
His ringtone. The dark grey phone found its way to his hand, without the teacher noticing, and he checked upon what would be needed from him after that day's schooling was over. A party, then a shop opening. It wasn't that important it seemed, but the number being from his butler, he knew that it was not as...innocent as it all seemed.
Of course.. This was soon to be seen. A call to the class brought the boy from his little daze. The phone was away and his work was continued in almost no time at all. The other kids barely noticed...well...a couple did, but they knew better than to tattle on Ciel Phantomhive by now.
His work continued, through the rest of the class and until the bell rang. There were eight classes in a day, four before and four after lunch. He watched as Lizzy got up, fast as ever while still able to seem like a lady. It amazed Ciel sometimes that she could be such a bundle of strange energy and stay dignified. She had grabbed onto the wrist of the new boy...Alois he said his name was, and left, her bag almost nailing an innocent bystander in the face.
He picked up his own school bag and headed out to his next class. It was different than his childhood friend's. He had an economics class. He didn't need it as he already ran his family's business. The details of that... well those were another thing for another time. "Damn class..." He murmured. It just brought back memories he wanted to forget. So much in so little time... He didn't want to deal with it that day.
And so he didn't.
After showing up, he sat at the desk, which held his bag, current papers, and laptop after they were pulled from his school bag, a pencil and pen holder, many sheets of fresh paper, a printer and scanner, and for some odd reason a cork board. No one ever used them, so the reason for being there was probably something the teacher just made up. They didn't even have any tacks in them. Rather pointless if he was able to speak up against the teacher and not get some random accusation from a teacher's pet. Of course, he was one himself.
"Hey it's poochy!" Ugh. That boy was here again?
"Arthur. It's nice to see you." He looked to the blond haired, sapphire eyed boy. He acted like he was a freaking king. Just because he could trace his bloodline back to a distant branch of Queen Victoria's family he thought he was the ruler of the whole damn school. He cheated at chess, stole people's servants, and behaved as a spoiled young king did.
"I would say the same, but you are a peasant you know!" The boy chuckled and took a seat at his own desk, the only one with 'gold' accents on handles and such. No one else dared to sit there. They knew he had an attitude about that seat.
"Whatever." Ciel took a seat, and the teacher walked in to start the lesson. The class was a small one, at most there were ten or twelve students at a time. Not every seat was ever occupied at once, and the teacher's voice was able to reach them all. The acoustics in the room were originally to be for the band and choir room, but seeing as there was a cooking class just next door, and a science class to their other side, they had to have a whole other room so as not to cause anyone to fail or get hurt.
But that was a good thing at the moment. There was only the sound of the teacher speaking, and that of fast fingers racing over keyboards to take notes or send messages to others in other classes. It gave Ciel the perfect cover to start some research on this new kid.
Alois Trancy he typed into the browser. He set his mouse over the SEARCH button, and clicked.
So many results! All from America too. The boy frowned and adjusted the patch hiding his right eye. One caught his eye. So he clicked on the bright blue link.
Who is Alois Trancy?
Alois Trancy, of the newly named Trancy fortune and business. After an accident on June of 2007, the name that once was Macken has changed completely since that day. His father and mother, both devastated by the accident that had claimed their son's memory, they came to the resolution that he will not be outcast within the family.
It took them only three months to get used to being called by the names that their son called them. And in almost that amount of time, they had nothing to remember the old way that their son behaved. They only had his name, Jim Macken, engraved on a plaque that was sealed away with the rest of his past within the mansion of the Macken, now Trancy, mansion.
But why did they accept this in such a way? I went in to ask them of their reasons. The mother, who had been suffering from such grief over the whole situation, was acting odd herself. each time the boy came into the room, she and the maid would flinch or look away nervously. The father was not as bad...more so he was oblivious. He smiled and greeted the boy, offering much and giving little. It hit me as odd, but I made no comment.
"We love our son and only want him happy." The father said. The mother only smiled and nodded. Nothing else was of any help, they only repeated that each time I asked their intentions. So with empty hands, I left for home.
But that was not all. About one month after I returned home, a report set upon the news of the Trancy estate holding a new tragedy. Someone had entered the estate, and killed the father and mother. Nothing was taken, the servants were left alone and saw nothing, and Alois seemed rightly distraught.
I felt the need to come visit the poor boy, and give my condolences. Though upon arriving I noticed something astounding.
The whole mansion had changed within the week that the accident had occurred. The walls were blue, not red, the theme was not Japanese, it was European. Everything, inside and out, was entirely new. I took note of this, and when the boy walked in, he appeared distraught... but actually hearing him speak.
I was not confident that the boy was real. He had tears that fell, but there was no sadness in his eyes. His voice wavered, but it was not like a mourning animal it was that of a songbird. I kept him speaking a bit, and he told me so much of his family... but soon after noticing that I was making notes where I could, on arms, pants, anything my pen ink would take hold, he grew enraged and threw me out. The last thing I saw was him standing in the entryway, next to a butler that I was sure had not been there before.
From this story, who would you think that Alois Trancy is?
Ciel closed the article and frowned. What was this all? Such...strangeness. He looked up to notice that the teacher was sitting down, and the others were doing whatever work he'd assigned. "Damn." He cursed under his breath, deciding to just skip that day's things and check on how everything was going at his own home.
He got a bit of information on what was happening. The party was arranged by a local investigator that he helped from time to time. Apparently it was to draw out some sneaky criminal that was to be surely coming. All the bait was set out, all he needed was Ciel and Sebastian there. It brought a slight smirk to the boy's face. "The race is on again." He murmured, standing and heading for the door as the bell rang, signaling the end of the second class.
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