~Ciel Phantomhive~
Morning was always a fleeting pastime. Tea was best served in morning's heavy encumbrance. A dashing man dressed in black was eloquently serving his master another cup of fresh tea. As he leaned in to place the platter upon the table, part of his silken hair dangled over his shoulder. With a strong magnifying glass, one could spot the silver strand that stood out among the black. It was a telling sign that his first task as Ciel Phantomhive's butler was complete. With each passing task, strands of Sebastian's hair would turn silver.
"your service is always admirable," said Ciel. He always found time to praise his butler's excellent service.
"thank you, young master," Sebastian replied, "doing what is expected of a Phantomhive butler is my top priority."
Ciel added, "and helping me complete my missions."
"Yes, of course."
The birds of this paradise were tweeting their troubles away. Ciel could identify one of the six species that sung in the tree. His mother was always keen with birds. She thought of them as good luck, and so did he. Even now, with the demon Sebastian at his side, Ciel could not imagine greater luck.
"GWAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
A loud scream had scared the two out of their momentary silence. A red-headed wench with glasses was rushing towards them. Her maid outfit had been dirtied from the mud and her pigtails were puffed up from some recent excursion with Finnial in the gardens.
"May-Rin, what is wrong?" Sebastian asks seriously, "is King Baratheon here?"
The red-head flustered and shook her head, "No! It's much worse!" she said, her British voice squeaky like a mouse yet croaky like a sick child's.
"what could be worse than Robert Baratheon appearing at our domicile?" asked Ciel as he sipped his simmering tea.
"A dragon!"
Sebastian dropped the platter and Ciel spat out his tea, "a dragon? Is it the Targaryens?"
May-Rin shook her head so hard her monocles fell off, "It takes the f-f-form of a b-b-boy but I can sense it-it-it it's a Karrucci dragon!"
"Karrucci?" Ciel asked, "all the way from Italy? What in the Gods' name do they want? It's bad enough that I have to deal with those irritable and incestuous Targaryen bastards."
"Young master!" Sebastian was surprised at the 12-year-old boy's choice of words, "a Phantomhive mustn't speak in such a manner."
"I think the dragon boy is out 'a power," said May-Rin as she swiped the dust from her lens.
"Where is he?" asked Ciel.
"At the gate," May-Rin pointed in the direction.
Ciel adjusted his eyepatch so as not to let it slip and scare off the visitor.
"Come on, Sebastian," Ciel rose from the table and sighed, "let us go greet our visitor."
Game of Thrones character (c) George RR Martin.
Kuroshitsuji characters (c) Yana Toboso.
The Society On Da Run characters (c) Nipaporn Baldwin.
If you look at my other stories (like the ones for Harry Potter and Code Geass) and then read this and Deviant Oz, you'll see how DRASTICALLY my writing has progressed. I was a teen when I first came here, and I still am but my writing has grown so much. The progression is thanks to my love of writing, skimming (not reading) novels and reading short stories and reading manga. I love literature!