"Argh! Goddammit!" I cursed loudly as the nameless dog-man splashed me once again. Getting him in the tub was exceedingly difficult, the barely visible teeth marks on my wrists and stinging scratches on my finger tips were proof enough. Right now, at this lovely moment, I am shoving the silver haired maniac into the tub, but the stubborn (animal?) thing had planted his feet firmly on the tiled floor, pushing away from the stainless tub.

"Are you serious?!" I raved in utter frustration. I glared at him when he pouted down at me, giving me an adorable whine. Well, it didn't matter how 'adorable' he could act! I used to volunteer at a daycare for Christ sake, I'm immune to anything cute and cuddly. Of course I was sort of a bitch to kids sometimes, yet they always came around. If they told me they were hungry I'd point to the fridge and say 'why are you telling me? I'm not your slave'. If they were especially bratty I'd tell them to shut up, literally, and they would gasp and squeal in admiration that I had said a 'bad word'.

I wasn't the greatest of role-model's, I admit.

But my mother made me do it last summer, so I had a reason to be grouchy dammit!

Anyway, it was usually the little boys that took a liking to me, while the girls would sometimes cry and pout about how mean I was. Technically, I wasn't trying to be mean, I was just acting like I usually did with kids. The only time I was considered caring and extremely nice was when they were crying or if they got hurt falling on their face or something.

Why am I even thinking about this?

I shook my head and glanced back at the dog-man. I sighed, feigning my defeat and slumped my shoulders. The silver-haired man blinked and relaxed for a split second. It didn't matter, that was all I need to push him into the filled tub. He fell in with a surprisingly loud splash, his face emerging from the bubbles and spluttering water from between his lips. I watched as his face turned into panic when he realized his body was soaking in clean, bubbled water, and made a move to scramble out. I glared and pointed my finger at him. "Stay!" He sank back down with a glare. I blinked.

He was glaring at me.

I honestly didn't know what to think about that.

He let out breath that eerily sounded like a sigh and pouted, his glare dropping and replaced by puppy eyes. He whined and I rolled my eyes. "Non of that-" I paused. Thinking about it, what was his name? He noticed my pause and tilted his head. "Arf!" He barked. I glanced down at him. "Do you have a name?" He nodded rapidly and I sighed. "What's your name?" Why was I even asking if he acts like a dog? His answer would probably be 'woof' or something.

"P-.." I stopped. Did he just speak? No, he was trying to speak. "...lu"

"P-Lu?" I repeated with a weird face. What kind of stupid name is P-Lu? Who exactly was this guy's last owner? "How 'bout I call you Plu instead?" I watched as he grinned happily and nodded.

"Woof!"

"Yeah, I like that too."

xxx

"Alright, alright!" I huffed. "Settle down, I'm almost done here!" I was just finishing scrubbing behind his ears and just about to wash his hair. Plu kept squirming uncomfortably, swatting at my hands every now and then. I sighed and reached for my shampoo bottle. It was strawberry scented and supposedly made your hair 'silky-smooth'. Bullshit I say, but I can't deny that I love the smell of strawberries. I squirted a generous amount of it's goopy substance in the center of my palm and grinned at Plu. Instantly, he shrank back but by then my hands had already found his head and began working at it thoroughly. My fingers scrubbed the scum and grease and ran through his thick tangles. Seemingly clean, I scooped up a bowl of clean water and dumped it on his head, rinsing out the suds clinging to his now dampened grey hair. He shook his head rapidly and I sighed as I was sprinkled with more water. I reached into the tub and yanked out the sock that clogged the drain.

Yes, I use a sock to fill water in my tub.

It's clean, I swear! It's just that I lost the actual plug one time and I'm too lazy to buy a new one.

That, and I'd rather not use my own pocket money when I have a perfectly clean sock I could use. Plus showers were always easier. I tend to take baths during the summer, when I can relax for two months straight. You're probably wondering, well, Penny, it's mid May, summer break isn't for another month or so, so why did you run a bath?

Welp, it's pretty simple, isn't it? I'd rather not take a shower with some dude with minor mental damage.

Some, hot, sexy dude that would probably let me do anything I wanted-

ARGH! WHAT AM I THINKING?! HE'S A FUCKING DOG!

Stop Penny, stop! Bad Penny!

Once my hormones were calmed, I realized the bath was drained and Plu still sitting in front of me, looking all innocent-like.

D'aww~!

Fangirl moment over. I sighed and reached over to the toilet seat where a folded towel sat. My lips quirked a bit when he tilted his head curiously. It was then that I noticed his pupils were a vertical slit, that very much reminded me of a cat.

How ironic.

I didn't know what exactly Plu was, but I was pretty sure he wasn't entirely human.

A distant part of my brain murmured 'no shit Sherlock.'

"WAAH!" A blonde gardener wailed. He flailed his arms helplessly, tears running down his face. "Plu-Plu!" He cried.

Two other persons tried to calm him down. "What is it Finny, yes?" A female, maid to be exact, asked worriedly. The honey blonde whimpered and sniffled. "I CAN'T FIND PLU-PLU!" He wailed again. The two other servants cringed at his loud cry, but then blanched.

"Pluto?" Another blonde, dressed in a chef's attire perked. His thick eyebrows raised up, an unlit cigarette almost falling out of his mouth.

"You three have work, do you not?" Asked a rich, smooth voice. The three servants tensed, their backs going rigid. Immediately Finny recovered and spun around.

"It's horrible Mr. Sebastian!" He cried. "Plu-Plu's gone!" He sniffled. At this, the butler clad in crisp black raised a single midnight brow, his burgundy irises briefly flitted over the other's faces, scrutinizing the situation. He lightly scoffed, the action so swift it went unnoticed by the three other occupants. He was silent for another moment before he spoke, again in his usual suave, clear voice. "I see," He commented. "I shall look for it," The 'it' part went unnoticed by the servants as well. "Until then, please return to you proper jobs." His voice was polite, his face softened into a close-eyed fake smile. The three servants shivered and hurriedly scurried off. Sebastian sighed in light frustration, his eyelids falling shut for a moment. His eyes snapped open, his irises transmitted into a glowing pink, his pupils a vertical slit.

"Pluto." He called out once and waited. His eyebrow twitched. Usually the mutt would be attempting to hug the butler by this second. He needn't not to call again. Pluto was gone, off of the Phantomhive land that is. His eyes narrowed in annoyance as he glanced at his pocket watch, which he pulled out a second before.

4:01pm.

He was one minute late to fix Young Master's afternoon snack.

"You stay here." I said, a certain finality to my voice. Plu whimpered cutely, a pout on his lips. "No, no! Non of that, Plu! You have to be quiet. Otherwise you'll wake my mom up." I scowled, my voice low. "You stay here." I repeated. "I'll be back in 20 minutes, alright?" His pout increased, but he nodded anyway.

Why hello there, well, you're probably confused huh? Well, right now, Plu is in my room, still naked, but finally clean. I was going to go by one of my neighbor's and ask him for a set of clothes, because obviously, Plu can't just freeload in my room naked 24/7. I may be adapt to his nudity now, but it was still weird and rather awkward when I see his thing dangling around the place.

EW I JUST PICTURED THAT!

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME, SERIOUSLY?!

Anyway, when his owner finally comes to collect him, I don't really want to explain his nudity. Besides, as I said, it was just awkward. What if my mom walked in and saw some naked dude walking around my room like an idiot? That would be hard to explain, as well as awkward. Really, I may not be that close with my mother, but that didn't mean I needed to give her an early heart attack. I sighed as I sent Plu one more meaningful look, praying to God that he would stay put. He seemed well trained for a wild dog-man, but you never know.

I arrived at his door and sighed. I hesitated for a split second before scowling and knocking the door. I waited a full minute before the door creaked open, and my brown eyes clashed with striking blue.

"Penelope."

"Gregory."

"It's Greg." He snapped.

"Well, it's Penny." I retorted smoothly, brushing my knuckles against my chest and sparing a glance in his direction. He rolled his aquamarine blue eyes, cocking his head a little, in result, his strawberry blonde hair, that usually fell into his eyes, brushed to one side of his face. I watched the motion and snorted.

"You're not Justin Bieber." I teased, the corner of my lip curling into a smirk.

He scoffed and shook his head. "I'm dying of fuckin' laughter, Penelope." Sarcasm soaked his baritone voice.

Gregory Smith. Technically he was 17 until early November this year, but in spirit, as he so intelligently put it, he was 18 years old. Note the sarcasm my friend, note the sarcasm. He lived alone since he was 16, moving out of his parents place as soon as it was legal. I don't really know the exact reason why, seeing as he's never directly told me, but he gave me a vague explanation that he's parents had gotten a divorce and he had a choice to live with either of them, and instead chose himself. He has the mouth of a sailor on some days, and others he's almost an angel. Seriously, he's real moody, and I don't even know why. Today seemed like he wasn't in the greatest of moods either. He may not say it, but he's really sensitive too, and usually tends to bottle up a lot of his emotions. It escapes me why he would wallow in his own thoughts for months on end. You know one time, he snapped at me because I called him an asshole 6 month's prior? AND I WAS JOKING DAMMIT! Anywho, trailing off of that subject, he's 6'2, towering over me by an unfortunate 13 inches and he never wasted any time of reminding me.

Damn his height.

Unfortunately as well, he's my best-friend. Or at least the closest thing to it.