Disclaimer: I do not own the Kuroshitsuji series, all credit goes to Yana Tosobo.
Chapter 1: First day (Part 1)
To say that Memel was nervous would be a terrible understatement. He was absolutely terrified for today. Today he was going to start his freshman year at St. Bernard Academy, an elitist private school for the offspring of wealthy, famous families.
Memel was currently riding shotgun, with Meliana at the wheel-his parents had business to attend to, so they sadly couldn't see him off, but promised they would be home to hear all about his first day. Instead of getting a ride in one of the family limos as originally planned, they were riding in Meliana's personal car; a sleek, silver, two-seater Jaguar that she had gotten last year for her birthday from Memel's parents.
They were both wearing the school uniform, one of the many they had received. The girl's uniform for Meliana, consisted of a maroon blazer with the school's insignia sewn on the right breast pocket, a long-sleeved white polo underneath, a gray pleated skirt. She'd paired this off with navy stockings and black ballet flats. Memel's uniform consisted of a long sleeved white polo of his own, underneath a maroon sweater jacket with the insignia stitched on the right, and a pair of navy slacks; he'd gotten a new pair of brown leather shoes from his parents. Their surnames were pinned right above the sown insignia's, as per regulations of the school.
Memel stared out the window on the pasenger side, watching trees, cars, and other landmarks zip past at dizzying speeds. Frighteningly fast speeds.
"I would advise against you pressing your weight against the door. We are driving at rather fast speeds," Meliana suddenly stated breaking the silence. "Even though I have taken precautions to ensure the doors are fully secured and locked, I would hate for something unexpected to occur and the door to suddenly come ajar and something awful befall you young lord."
"Oh." Memel replied blankily, moving away and staring at his maid.
It was surprising how even though she said that statement with such a calm demenor, with a slight undertone of worry, her foot never retracted from the accelerator and the needle on the speedometer wobbily remained in between 80 and 90 MPH. It was also surprising how despite Meliana's dangerous death-inducing speeds, she weaved in and out of traffic flawlessly and never once attracted the attention of law enforcement. He wondered if maybe it was her magic at work. He would never really get how her witch magic worked anyways.
"Is there something troubling you, young lord?" Meliana asked.
"Nervous is all," Memel mumbled. "I feel like I'm about to puke."
Meliana hummed at his response, the car's speed decreasing slightly, "If you are feeling ill, I could take you back home and inform the Lord and Lady that you are unable to go to school today. We could always go tomorrow, it isn't exactly a prerequisite for you to attend school today."
Memel shook his head, looking away from the window, not wanting to disappoint his parents because he was getting cold feet at the last minute. "I think I can make it. It's probably not as bad as I'm trying to make it out to be. I shouldn't be so nervous."
"Good, because we're here." Meliana stated curtly, cutting the engine to her car.
Memel gasped looking out the front and true to his maid's word, they were currently in front of the academy. Now Memel had regreted saying he was fine, here was no way he would-
"Young master," Meliana stated blandly, standing in front of Memel's open car door with her bag strappd across her shoulders, "we mustn't dwadle, we have only a limited window to collect our necessary supplies for this school and make it in time for our respective classes."
"W-When did you move so fast?!" Memel exclaimed. "Oh nevermind, let's go."
He leaned down and picked up his bag and got out of the car, slinging his bag over his shoulders, slumping under its weight.
"Young master, you'll ruin your poster if you continue doing that," Meliana 'tsked', as she quickly scurried behind Memel to adjust the haphazardly slung backpack. "Please be more aware of how disappointed your parents would be if you had to walk around hunched over like some elder."
Memel sighed, but said nothing as he shuffled towards the entrance where the other students flocked to...only to be scolded on how dragging his feet would ruin the nice shoes his mother so carefully picked out for him. Not like he couldn't get a new pair, but he still followed her orders and walked properly. It was a brisk morning for early October, the chill helping clearly Memel's foggy mind. Memel recognized a couple of the students during his walk, having seen them from the parties his father hosted. Meliana walked at his side looking extremely calm and collected even gaining a few awed stares from some onlookers. While, unfortunately, Memel looked skittish and jittery, looking ready to bolt at the mere mention of contact; all he got for his troubles were snickers, jeers, and the occasional pitiful look. Today was going to be grand, Memel could feel it.
"Say, Meliana," Memel mumbled nervously when they finally stepped inside the air conditioned main building to the expansive academy.
"Yes?" She asked, voice not giving away a single emotion. Memel wished he could be as cool as her.
"Do you think I can really fit in here?" Memel started, "I mean as a regular student and all. And make friends and stuff..."
Meliana paused, her composed mask making way for confusion to mar her sharp features, "To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. In my lifetime I honestly don't remember making friends, I'm sure at one point I had some, but that is beside the point. You, young master, are a very kind and gentle soul, I have no doubt you will fit in nicely with these other students and make good friends in no time at all."
Memel looked into Meliana's fiery apricot eyes, finding no lies, and smiled. His own chocolate orbs brimming with happiness and unshed tears. He blinked and quickly wiped away the tears on his sleeve, not wanting to cry on his first day. "Thank you, Eli, you always know how to cheer me up."
"I live to see you and your family smile, young lord," Meliana replied with a small smile. "We should go and get our schedules and books."
Memel stumbled about the freshman hallways of St. Bernard. In his hands he clutched a world history book, his schedule, and a map for the high school division of the school. Sadly, Meliana couldn't be his escort and had to get to her own first-period class; his escort had been a bored looking senior that lead him to the hallway he was currently in, but ditched him without so much as a goodbye. His first class was with a Mr. Aries in a class that was apparently somewhere in this hallway, but he couldn't, for the life of him, find it.
He continued his search for the classroom on his map, until he ended up walking right into someone equally distracted and taking them down with him.
"Oh!" Memel gasped, standing up and brushing himself off. "I'm really sorry! I didn't watch where I was going."
"He really is a sorry boy isn't he Mr. Giggles?" A tiny voice asked. "He is a pitiful boy. We should pity how inept he is."
Memel was confused and looked down to see he had knocked down a little girl. She looked to still be in elementary school, with her brunette locks pulled back into a single side braid with white lace ribbon at the end, and her tiny arms and hands clutching a strange black bear with a creepy razor sharp smile. She was wearing what Memel noticed was the school uniform-a maroon sweater, that looked several sizes too big on her, with the school logo on the right, a gray pleated skirt, white stockings, and black mary-janes. She didn't look at Memel, but kept her face burrowed into the creepy-looking bear, muttering things to it that Memel didn't properly catch. He was a little worried that he actually may've hurt her
"I'm sorry," Memel stated nervously reaching out to help the little girl. "Did I hurt you-"
The echoing slap that followed stopped Memel fromsaying anything else. The hand that had reached out with the intent to help, now lay limply at Memel's side, surprisingly still tingling from the blow the little girl delivered. One of her own hands were still outstretched, while the other clutched tightly at the bear in her arms.
"I'm fine. Don't you ever dare touch me, filth," the little girl spat venomously, head suddenly snapping up so that piercing amethyst irises could glare at him.
"O-Okay." Memel nodded dumbly.
He flinched away when the little girl stood, quickly picking up her own things-and scattering Memel's-before burrowing her face back into her stuffed bear's black fur and ignoring Memel in favor of mumbling to the inanimate object once more. Memel watched shakily as the little girl walked away, a couple of students passing by quickly scattering in other directions or growing silent when she passed by. Memel looked at the hand the little girl had slapped away, flexing it to find it still tingled from the impact. One thing is for sure, she's much stronger than she looks, Memel thought, and I never want to ever cross her again.
With a gulp he continued walking towards his class, only to be stopped by the bell, alerting him to the fact he was now late to class. Memel swore under his breath, looking about the hallways, not trying to be swarmed by the other students trying to get to their own classes. Finally he spotted the door where his class was located and walked up to it, taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.
Alois Trancy was bored, dreadfully so. School was such a bore nowadays. Nothing excited him anymore; not throngs of people that threw themselves at his feet, not his status, not even his "rivalry" with child prodigy Ciel Phantomhive gave him the rush he was used to whenever they competed against each other. Hell, Alois was pretty sure even Ciel himself was getting bored with their little game. To Alois, getting up and going to school was becoming more of a chore and less fun, to the point that he considered dropping out and just being tutored by Claude. The demon was smart enough to homeschool him, it's not Claude liked school anymore than Alois did.
Alois slumped in his seat, letting hisnhead thump painfully against his desk, listening as the other students entered, Alois heard a familiar haughty sniff and looked up to see Ciel getting into his seat in front of Alois's desk, looking horribly disgruntled.
"Cielly~" Alois whinned, his hand lashing out to tug on the sleeve of Ciel's uniform blazer. "I'm bored, can you entertain me?"
"Do I look like a clown, you bloody twit?" Ciel hissed under his breath, glaring at Alois as he yanked his arm away and turned around so that his back was to Alois, grumbling under his breath about blonde morons. "And never call me Cielly again, unless you want me to cut out that vulgar tongue of yours."
Alois pouted; not exactly fan of being ignored, which is one of the reasons he relentlessly pestered Ciel. "But CIEL~, I'm bored~," Alois moaned loud enough to gain the attention of the entire class and the teacher that had just entered and shot them a dirty look that screamed 'get quiet, or else'. "C'mon, let's skip. This class is boring anyways."
Ciel was well aware of what the 'or else' meant, having gotten in enough trouble due to Alois's spoiled and (more often than naught) crazy antics. "Bloody hell Trancy, leave me alone! I'm not being sent to detention because of you again. If you want to skip, do it by yourslf and leave me out of it."
With that Ciel had turned around, ignoring Alois completely. Alois was about to badger him again when the bell rang signaling the beginning of class. Mr. Aries quickly got under control, announcing today's assignments that they would be working on. Alois groaned again and let his thump onto his desk once more. The teacher called him out, and Alois was ready for the scolding (and detention) he was sure to receive. But it never came when a series of timid knocks stopped the teacher mid-sentence. The class fell into a hush as the teacher walked over to the door and opened it up to reveal a student. Now Alois was curious, from his vantage point, he couldn't see much, what with his teacher blocking his view and his classmates leaning out to get a look at the student as well, whispers filling the silence. Mr. Aries and the student exchanged a few words and they showed the teacher what the students assumed was a schedule, before the man nodded and moved aside to allow the student entry. It was a small Hispanic boy, or well, Alois assumed he was Hispanic. He looked Hispanic, and cute. Really, REALLY cute.
Mr. Aries came to stand beside the small boy, towering over his short frame which looked to be no taller than 5'1', any taller than that seemed to be pushing it. The boy had deep bronzed skin (that Alois found himself wondering what it look like slick with sweat), a round baby face, curly obsedian hair that Alois just wanted to run his fingers through, eyes that were a sinful shade of brown, framed by long lashes, and a pair of caterpillar eyebrows that on anyone else would've looked disgusting, but the boy made them look very endearing to his delicate features. The boy looked oh-so adorable in the school uniform, making it look less hideous than it actually was. Suddenly Alois wanted to know everything about the boy and possibly get him naked in bed with him (well, it was more like underneath him).
"This is our newest student, Memel Taźel," Mr. Aries's deep voice deadpanned, cutting through Alois's naughty thoughts about him and the new kid. "I would like all of you to treat him kindly."
Taźel. That surname rung a bell, he knew it was famous, but he wasn't sure what for.
"Trancy!" The burly man barked, Alois's head snapped up and his eyes caught the new kid's-Meme, that was Alois was going to start calling him, it was such a cute name for a cute boy-and he winked before looking at the teacher.
"Yes Mr. Aries?" Alois asked innocently, but seduction lacing his tone and hoping Meme caught on. The other students did, groaning and muttering on about how Alois had a new victim.
Mr. Aries didn't seem to care, but looked at the new boy, pointing to Alois, or rather the empty desk next to him (Alois thanked the heavens that he'd run off that last creep and the desk next to him remained unoccupied). "You'll be sitting next to Mr. Trancy, unfortunately, since there are no other avaliable seats left. I suggest if you wanted to make it through my class you don't talk to him. He is nothing but a distraction and hinderance to his fellow classmates."
Alois feigned hurt, not caring about the teacher's scathing remarks, but determined to get Meme's attention, "Oh poo~. Mr. Aries, you are too mean. I'm not that bad and I'm passing your class, am I not?"
The teacher merely ignored Alois and walked over to his desk, grabbing a couple of papers and handing them to the boy who shuffled nervously in his spot in front of the class. His head was down and black curls obscured Alois's view of his pretty face. He was staring so intently that he didn't see Ciel's suspicious look thrown in his direction.
"What are you up to, Trancy?" the blunette whispered.
Alois blinked, surprised that Ciel was initiating conversation; normally it was Alois who had to drag Ciel into conversation. Alois found himself grinning wickedly, as he cooed, "Wouldn't you like to know Phantomhive? You jealous that the new kid's sitting next to me and not you? I think it's rather fitting actually, he's just my type: cute and foreign, exactly the way I like 'em."
Ciel looked at the boy who was still receiving papers from the history teacher. Ciel immediately felt worry for the poor boy, being stuck next to Alois wouldn't lead to anything good. The last kid who sat next to Alois had also been a foreigner who'd fallen in love with the tricksome blonde. But when Alois had dismissed the lad's feelings and publically ridiculed him, the boy ended up transfering schools, only staying for less than a month. Ciel wasn't good friends with the boy, actually they'd never talked, but he still felt sorry for him. Alois may've had the body of an adolescent, but he the mindset of a sociopathic five-year old, saying the first thing that came to mind and playing with people's emotions, without a single shred of remorse. Like a blackhole; Alois took, but never gave.
"Like hell I'm jealous," Ciel scoffed. "I just don't want you running off this one, like the last kid. Mr. Aries is right about him not talking to you. You only bring about trouble in your wake."
"Fuck you, Mr. Rod-in-my-ass," Alois growled, pissed at Ciel's words, "my intentions aren't always as impure as you and everyone else here at this wretched school seem to believe. Besides that last kid was a creep, stalking my every move. Disgusting."
"Mr. Tancy! Mr. Phantomhive!" Mr. Aries barked, ending their heated argument. "Since you two find it oh-so necessary to talk during my class, maybe the two would love to finish your little discussion in detention, today afterschool, hm?"
Ciel swore under his breath, cursing the Trancy name, and turning back around and Alois looked up and smiled, only to realize that Meme wasn't standing at the front anymore and turned to look at the desk beside him and smiled gleefully to see it already occupied by said boy. Meme flushed, his bronze skin darkening a beautiful shade that had Alois mentally salivating, his eyes glued to his desk.
"Hi, I'm Alois Trancy. It's nice to meet you up close, Meme." Alois whispered, when the teacher turned his back and began the lesson. The boy flinched and shakily turned to look at Alois, his skin darkening with each and every second their eyes remained locked. Alois smirked and reached out to tug at a dark curl. It was as soft as it looked, like rubbing silk. Alois began twirling it between his fingers. Meme, looking conflicted, debated on whether or not to scoot away or just let Alois have his fun. Sadly, the boy chose the former, reaching out a small hand to tug away the curl from Alois's grasp and scooting away. Meme looked back at his desk, seemingly engrossed in the papers the teacher had given him, but his rigid posture and the way those chocolate irises flicked over to him, meant that Alois had gotten his attention, and that's all he needed.
"Meme, it isn't nice to ignore me~," Alois cooed, making the poor boy jump.
"My name is Memel, not Meme." He finally responded after a moment of silence, Alois smiled at the fact he'd gotten the boy to speak.
Alois hummed, as if understanding, but shook his head, "No. I think Meme's much better. Suits you perfectly. Cute name for a cute boy."
Ciel had been trying to focus on the lecture the teacher was giving, but found himself drawn into the onesided conversation Alois was having with the new student that the blonde had suddenly insisted on dubbing 'Meme'. If Ciel vaguely remembered, he'd given the last kid a pet name as well, but then again Alois gave everyone he talked to pet names. Ciel found himself feeling bad for the poor kid who kept trying to focus on the lesson as well, while at the same time telling Alois not to call him Meme.
"Alois, would you just leave the kid alone and focus on the lesson?" Ciel hissed. Alois looked away from his latest victim, and fixed Ciel with a cold look, which Ciel had only seen on occasions when he happened to walk in on Alois in the act with some random student on some remote part of the school grounds. He momentarily looked away from Alois to the new boy-Memel-who seemed to suddenly turn ten shades darker before looking away, as if ashamed for looking. Though, Ciel felt something in his chest flutter when those brown eyes locked with his own uncovered eye.
Alois didn't miss the brief exchange, and huffed, glaring at Ciel once more, "Back off Phantomhive, he's mine."
"Like hell, Trancy." Ciel replied just as coldly.
"Phantomhive! Trancy! Since you two still want to talk, I'm adding another day of detention, for both of you! Now, pay attention or I'll tack on a third."
Both boys followed instuctions, but the air in the back corner of the room felt ten times tenser than before. Who would've guessed it would take a new student to spark up a dying rivalry and give Alois a reason to find school life just a tad less boring.
Meliana Kantis's entrance into her foreign language class was met with harsh critisms from both sides of the playing field; she figured as much. Even though Meliana guessed she was somewhere in her mid-500s, her body and face still looked to be purpetually stuck in her late teens to early twenties. But she wasn't much of a looker like the rest of her female classmates. She was pasty pale (almost an unhealthy grey color), beanstalk tall (tettering on the border of six foot), and just as lanky as one. She was all angles and lines, no curves and corners, and her bust was just barely the average size. Her face was just as sharp, with narrowed eyes that looked as if she found everything around her suspicious, a smattering of greyish freckles across the bridge of her nose and sharp cheekbones that didn't look even remotely cute on her. The skin around her fingernails was gnawed through from years of a nervous tick (that even now she couldn't run from). Her mahogany hair was no prettier; the only thing Meliana being able to boast about was the shine, but even that wasn't much to celebrate. It was a limp, not a single ounce of volume to it (she could never get it to hold curls) and kinda hung in her face, it was short and choppy from the years of trying to cut it herself, and the color (despite the shine) was fading to an ruddy brown color that didn't look appealing at all. Basically, Meliana looked like she just rose from the dead.
The teacher, a cynical old woman by the name of Francine Cambell, handed her a syllabus and some worksheets and pointed her in the direction of any empty desk beside another girl. Upon sitting at her desk and getting a closer inspection, Meliana noted the girl was small, looked to still be elementary school. The girl was short in stature, stumpy legs hanging just shy of the tiled linolium, with large curious eyes and pouty lips that made her she could've been no older than seven, ten really seemed to be pushing it. She had long brunette locks that were pulled back into a side braid with a white ribbon tied at the end, and was practically swimming in the maroon sweater she wore. The tiny fingers that poked through wool sleeves clutched tightly at a stuffed, black, shark-toothed bear. Periwinkle eyes peered curiously at Meliana, and she could've sworn the beedy black eyes from the stuffed bear were staring at her as well, before staring straight ahead to the elderly woman.
Times really have changed, Meliana thought to herself. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever expect to see a child attending the same advanced-level foreign language class as me.
A/N: Finished! This is seven pages long and has 4,000+ words. AWESOME SAUCE! Again, I'm really sorry for posting so late. Work is a killer and drains me of all hope for the future, but I refuse to give up on this fic. I'm also sorry for any grammer errors, I don't have a beta as of yet, but if you're interested, give me a PM and I'll see how awesome you're skills are. Really sorry about how short Meliana's part is, but she isn't the main character so get over it. I was planning to introduce Claude and Sebastian, maybe throw in Grell for comedic relief, but I realized that was a bit overkill, what with Ciel and Alois already being introduced in this one. So they'll make an appearance in the second chapter. I'm still kind of debating if I want to incorporate Hannah and Luca into this story, but as far as my thought process is working they don't fit in very well, so they might make cameo appearances.
On another note, before you claim I went and made my oc too pretty boyish, I want you to realized that I based this on a friend I had in high school. He was super cute and had the same features as Memel (minus the short stature, dark skin, and hispanic heritage). And when I say running your hand through his hair was like touching silk. I. AM. NOT. FUCKING. KIDDING.
Anywho, I'm done boring you with back stories, because I'm sure you skimmed through my rant. Hopefully I'll have the second chapter posted, no promised though.
-Killermimi luvs ya! X3