Stage Seven Pt II: Sport
The only light that lit the classroom was the filtered sunlight struggling through the blinds. Shadowy figures were seated in a circle around the room, sprawled across chairs, perched precariously on tables, all facing a person standing near the windows, reading from a pile of papers held in her hands.
"… her marks have been progressing better than usual the last two fortnights – she nearly got full marks on her trigonometry class test, and that was for a trivial mistake. For her other subjects, all her various projects, reports and essays have all been averaging at the ninety-five percent mark. Compared to her previous averages, which fluctuated between eighty-five and ninety, Lizzie-sama's definitely made an improvement."
Everyone in the room smiled and nodded like proud parents, remarking on how well their Lizzie-sama's gotten lately, and how it was expected for their Lizzie-sama to keep on improving from her already enviable academic scores.
Glasses glinting, the boy seated behind the teacher's desk nodded at the 'Academics Recorder' and made a motion for the other members of 'The Official Elizabeth Midford Fan-Club' to settle down.
"Thank you for that report. Next, what do you have on her social life?"
The 'Public Relations Manager' stood up.
"There's been not many changes in her popularity or social life, prez," the boy said with a glance at the guy sitting behind the desk, before roaming his gaze around the room. "She is still easily the most important and popular in the school, and people still love her because of her inherent amicability and gentleness.
"The only thing that's changed," he continued with a grimace, "is that she has been meeting up with Josh, her childhood friend, every Saturday afternoon to help her in the Transformation of her Doll, Ciel Phantomhive."
At the mention of Ciel's name, people all over the room frowned or uttered a curse, or a combination of the two.
"Why does it have to be him, of all people?" one girl drawled condescendingly, leaning her elbow on the table next to her, legs crossed on another chair in front of her. "I mean, he's so nobody it's not even funny. He didn't even know who Lizzie-sama was."
"I know right?" Another guy exclaimed. "Why couldn't Lizzie-sama chosen someone who knows her well and loves her?"
"You just want to be her Doll, don't you?"
The guy rolled his eyes. "Well, duh. Who doesn't? But seriously. I just don't understand why it has to be this little kid who doesn't even look like he's finished primary school, you know?"
"Well," the president said, "Lizzie-sama does have an obsession with all those twelve year old characters in her beloved animes, and Ciel does fit that image, being all short and young and big-eyed and vulnerable looking."
"You mean, like a girl," the guy snorted.
"At least it's better than choosing another wannabe goth like last year, right? I mean, the dude wasn't even a proper goth. Such a try-hard. And still is. Like seriously, can you believe how he like, just went straight back to his wannabe self right after Lizzie-sama finished Dolling him up?"
"True that. And I've heard him say stuff like how he's gonna get Lizzie-sama to be his friend again because she'll wanna help him get cool again. Seriously? He's like, using Lizzie-sama to be cool. What type of idiot is that?"
The president rolled his eyes. "Can you guys stop talking about the dude from last year? I swear you guys manage to mention him every single meeting! Seriously, he's boring and stuff. Don't need to hear about him every week, you know."
He huffed once more at the two offenders before turning back to the Public Relations Manager. "Anything else?"
"Nope. That's it."
As the guy sat down, the president pushed back his glasses and stretched, leaning back over his chair, before coming back and smiling at the room.
"Now. Since we've finished the official stuff, let's move on to the next part of the meeting. This week's 'Lizzie-sama talks' are gonna be about our favourite personal encounter with Lizzie-sama. And I'm going first," he quickly added before anyone else could volunteer themselves.
"Hey –"
"What I say, goes."
"You're totally abusing your power!"
"Yeah, whatevs. I'm going first no matter what you lot say! Anyway," the president continued, pointedly ignoring the protests from his fellow fan-club members, "I remember I first met Elizabeth when she had just entered high school, all cute and innocent. Being in Year Nine, you know, you just think that all Year Sevens have to like, look up to you and stuff, and so when this little Year Seven knocked me over in the canteen at lunchtime, I was fully expecting them to apologise and stuff.
"But when she turned around and looked at me with that apologetic look on her face…" The president sighed and gazed dreamily at the back wall. "I couldn't believe how pretty that Year Seven was. And this was still when she had her hair in pigtails, (everyone sighed at the image of a young, pig-tailed Elizabeth) so it was doubly cute. And she was so nice about it, apologising and helping me up and picking my food up and even paying for it as an apology…"
The president smiled dreamily. "When I walked out of that canteen, I was so dazzled. I felt like a new man. And then, when I saw Lizzie-sama smiling at me when she handed me my lunch, before turning to leave, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. I felt so much like I was in a drama, it was so romantic feeling. Anyways, I asked her,
'What was your name again?'
And she just went, 'Elizabeth. But call me Lizzie.'
And then she smiled again before walking away…"
The president rested his head on his hand, gazing dreamily out the window. The next person nudged the president, who bolted upright at the interruption of his daydream at the laughs of the other members, before beginning her story.
"Mine occurred only a few weeks ago, in the library. What happened was, I was trying to study for my Maths class test, but I couldn't…"
Like this, the stories were told, sketching and detailing different scenes, different situations, different sides of Elizabeth.
And then they reached the three newest members of the fan-club: Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin.
Bard was first.
"Well… I don't really have a special memory like you guys. But mine'll probably have to be when I got introduced to her a few weeks back when she was talking to Ciel during P.E.* and I got to shake her hand and everything. So that was pretty cool."
Next to him, Finny laughed sheepishly. "Yeah, that'll be mine too."
"And mine!" Mey-rin smiled shyly, hiding behind her glasses.
All heads swivelled in their direction. Every eye in the room stared at them. Then…
"OH MY GOSH YOU GOT INTRODUCED TO HER? FOR REAL?"
"YOU GOT TO TOUCH HER HAND?"
"I'M SO JELLY+!"
The trio looked at the swarms of people around them in bewilderment.
"Yeah? I got to touch her hand? Her hands were so nice…" Finny held up his hand and grinned. "I haven't washed it since I shook it!"
Bard snorted. "Your hand's a walking hazard by now. So gross."
Finny stuck out his tongue at the bigger boy as people disregarded the unhygienic status of his hand and touched it anyway. "Yeah, just like how keeping a Band-Aid on your hand for fifty-million years isn't as gross."
People who could not reach Finny began to examine Bard's Band-Aid, crusted around with black, sticky stuff, vainly trying to glean as much 'Lizzie-sama essence' as they could from the unwashed skin that had actually touched their precious Lizzie-sama.
As Bard and Finny kept arguing, trying to ignore the people pulling and stroking their hands, Mey-rin was telling an enraptured crowd about her own experience with Elizabeth's hands.
"… I still can't figure out what she uses! I mean, it's like her skin's so smooth it feels like touching velvet, you know? Even after writing so much during her study sessions with Ciel and Sebastian, her hands are still perfectly smooth and blemish free! I've tried everything but I just can't get the same effect!"
The president frowned. Study sessions? What study sessions?
"What do you mean, Mey-rin, about her study sessions with Ciel and Sebastian?"
Mey-rin looked at the president in amazement. "You mean, you don't know?"
Everyone gradually stopped gawking over this rare encounter with 'Lizzie-sama essence' and listened to Mey-rin's impromptu report.
"You know her marks suddenly improved, right? It's because she's been going study with Ciel and Sebastian every afternoon after school for a month or something already. And they're really intense. We've," she motioned at Bard, Finny and herself, "tried to study with them, but it's so fast and crazy. Lizzie-sama's amazing for being able to keep up."
Finny nodded fervently. "Lizzie-sama might be the only one who can actually keep up with them, being third in the grade and all. Ciel and Sebastian fully steam-roll through everything, so that's why they're so smart."
The president whirled to look at the executive team for the fan-club. "How come we don't know about this? They say it's been a month! Probably a bit more than a month now!"
They glared at him. "It's not like her schedules have actually changed! She still goes straight home after school and everything, and we can't stalk her because it's Club rule number one, so we can't have known about it until someone tells us."
The president scowled, but nodded nonetheless. "Okay then. Remember to put that down on the schedule!"
"Way ahead of ya, prez."
"Anyways…" the president turned back to the trio and pinned a glare at Finny. Finny gulped, staring back with wide eyes. What did he want…?
"… can I shake your hand?"
Finny blinked. Instead of yelling at him, the president wanted to shake his hand? And were those… sparkles behind the president?
Next to him, he could hear someone snigger and mutter, "man, the prez seriously needs to talk to a psych. Does he really need to go into like, crazy-sparkle-mode every time something Lizzie-sama related comes up? Really?"
Oh. So this was normal then.
Supressing his instincts, Finny beamed and held out his hand, with which the president quickly took and shook, before taking out a cotton swab out of nowhere and swabbed Finny's hand, before putting said cotton swab into a small glass jar and tucking it somewhere in his clothes.
"Thank you for that sample of Lizzie-sama, Finny." The president primly straightened his blazer and smiled at Finny, who was staring at shock at him along with Bard and Mey-rin. The rest of the club just snickered at the newcomers' shock.
Briiiiiiiiing
"Is that the bell already? Okay, guys. I want you all to keep watching and looking after our Lizzie-sama, find out what you can about her, but remember not to stalk her! And don't bother her in any way!" The president yelled as people began to collect their belongings. He turned to Mey-rin.
"You're closest to Lizzie-sama, having been introduced, and since you're a girl, I want you to make it your personal mission to find out her beauty regimen."
Mey-rin saluted. "No problem!"
He turned to Finny. "Thanks for the sample again. I'll treasure it forever."
"No problem!" Finny smiled.
"Meeting adjourned!"
Lynette grumbled as she made her way across the floor. Saturday was her day off. Working on a Saturday afternoon was just sad. If it had not been Alexis Midford who had called and asked her personally to help teach his daughter's friends, she would not have even picked up the phone. But it was he who had called her, the first-ranked fencer in the international fencing world. At the request of his wife's wishes, no less. His wife, Frances Midford, the shadow first of the international fencing world. The only person rumoured to be able to beat Alexis Midford.
Who would refuse the requests of such distinguished fencers? Especially when Frances had pulled out the guilt-trip and asked Lynette to accept Elizabeth and her friends as her pupils 'on behalf of them having trained together for fifteen years' and how she was 'the only one' she could trust to teach Elizabeth and co. properly.
No wonder she was also called the shadow CEO of the Midford Corporation, having people manipulating skills like that.
Lynette waited for a duelling pair to move further down the mat before crossing and approached a group of four standing near the entrance to the hall.
"Liz."
"Aunty Lynette! Thanks for agreeing to teach us!" Elizabeth whirled Lynette into an enthusiastic hug. Lynette could feel a smile growing on her face despite her still-negative mood.
"How have you been?"
"Good!"
"Why the sudden interest in fencing?" Lynette held the girl at arm's-length and stared at her. "I thought you never wanted to do something that weapons and stuff."
Elizabeth grinned. "I didn't, but I'm trying to find my friend a sport to do, and I've tried everything else, so yeah… besides," added Elizabeth with a look around, "this doesn't look at all like what Mum and Dad do at home. So much more calm and technical and less aggro…"
Lynette raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, because normal fencing isn't aggro. It's supposed to be more about analysis and technique and outwitting your opponent."
She looked around at the trio standing behind Elizabeth. "When are you going to introduce them?"
"Oh yeah, sorry!" Elizabeth raised a hand and bowed at the three. "My bad for ignoring you guys."
She turned back to Lynette. "This is Sebastian." She gestured to a tall, black-haired boy, who smiled politely and held out a hand.
"Nice to meet you." Lynette shook his hand, noting the strength in his grip and smiled inwardly. This boy had potential to be an amazing fencer.
Elizabeth continued her introductions. "This is Josh."
Another tall, brown-haired boy, who smiled at Lynette and said some conventional greeting. He was built more sturdily than Sebastian, looked to be more suited to ball sports like basketball or soccer than he was at sports that needed more… finesse. Like fencing. He could become a challenge.
"And finally, this is Ciel. He's the one I'm finding fencing for. And," Elizabeth added in a whisper, "don't let his appearance trick you. He's the same age as me and Josh. Sebastian's one year older and his cousin. So yeah. Don't think he's like, the small younger brother or something."
Lynette blinked. He was the same age? And judging by the frown on his face, he didn't want to be here either. He was skinny, without any of that wiry strength that Lynette could see in Sebastian. He could prove to be the biggest challenge of them all.
"Well." The four of them looked at her. "You three, come with me and pick out your equipment. Liz, go get changed into the gear that I know your mother would've given you. Come out and wait for us here when you're done."
"But what if I don't know what to do with the stuff?" Elizabeth asked.
"You really think I'd believe that you wouldn't know how to get your gear on? I'm sure your mother's taught you at least that much. And if you forget or get confused, there's instructions stuck on the wall in the change rooms anyway."
"Oh. 'kay then. See you later!"
Lynette watched her depart for a moment, before turning back to the three still waiting patiently (or not-so-patiently, judging from the expression on Ciel's face), and motioned for them to follow her.
Making her way to the spare equipment room, she outfitted them as quickly as she could before going back to the floor to where Elizabeth was waiting and lining them up before her.
"Before we start anything major, a quick rundown on the different weapons we use." Lynette took out three from a bag and went through them, detailing the differences and the basic skills specific for each one.
"Not that you'll be using any of them for now. Maybe next week, depending on how you do. Technically, you don't need the gear right now either, but I'd rather you get used to moving in them than later. So. Onto the stance.
"In fencing, the default stance, the one you always go back to, looks like this." She turned so that her profile was showing, and, curling her left arm up towards her left shoulder, her upper arm nearly ninety-degrees to her torso, she extended her right arm in front of her. Her feet separated, her knees slightly bent, her right foot pointing in front, her left foot forming another ninety-degree angle.
"This is called being en garde. You notice my feet? Always like that. Even when you move. And your left arm is also mostly curled up like this, but when you get better, this arm comes back down to your side. Still bent, but not up either. Now you try."
The four obediently followed. Lynette walked around them, making adjustments and corrections, a push of a foot to the side, a lift of an elbow, a turning of the body.
"Okay. Relax, and then go en garde. Do that five times. And no slack en gardes either. I want perfect ones."
After that, advancing, "shuffle forwards, one foot at a time, right foot always in the front, left foot always pointing to the side", retreating, "do all that backwards", and lunges, "take one huge step with your right foot, straighten your back leg, and then come back into en garde."
Lynette was not surprised to see Elizabeth getting everything right in one or two tries. Nor was she surprised at needing to spend extra time on Josh and Ciel. But Sebastian… he was unexpectedly good at following her instructions, nearly spending as little as Elizabeth in perfecting everything.
This class could be much less unpleasant than she thought, with two pupils like that.
And with that, their first fencing lesson was over.
"Let's see if you've forgotten anything from last class."
Lynette drilled them through a series of exercises, noting that Ciel and Josh seemed to be struggling with them while Elizabeth and Sebastian flew through everything she was throwing at them.
Soon, she had Elizabeth and Sebastian practice moving up and down the mats ("never step off the mats! It's a disqualification if you do!"), before getting them to start on foil exercises ("always treat your foil like an extension of your arm").
Josh looked on enviously at the pair, who were now advancing and retreating with a foil in their hands.
"I want to do that too… this would be so much funner if we could have a foil too."
He looked over at Ciel, who was moving meticulously.
"Don't you feel bored doing this over and over again? Five steps forwards, lunge, five steps backwards. We've been doing this for so long! I wanna move on!"
Ciel's eyebrow twitched as he glanced at Josh. "You would, if you stopped complaining and actually did what you were told to do."
"I am!"
"Then why is your foot pointing forwards again?"
"Totally isn't!" Josh corrected it surreptitiously.
Ciel rolled his eyes, still slowly moving one foot forwards, now the other, both pointed rigidly in their set directions.
"I would've thought you to be good at this, Josh."
"Yeah? How come?"
"You participate regularly in physical exercise, and thus your co-ordination, stamina and strength should be surpassing me."
"Yeah, but fencing's totally different to soccer. Soccer don't give a crap about the directions of your foot or whatever. Sure, we do training for agility and stuff, but all this technique? Screw that!"
Having finally finished this exercise, Ciel began the next exercise, the reverse of what they had been doing previously. Josh, seeing that Lynette was still working on Elizabeth and Sebastian, quickly changed exercises as well.
"You totally didn't see me do that."
Ciel ignored him.
Josh looked once again at the pair holding foils before sighing and concentrating on his own work. Elizabeth he could understand being good at fencing, since her parents were some famous fencing couple. But Sebastian as well? Was he some sort of crazy superman from another universe who was like, the best at everything he did?
Actually, Josh did not think he had ever seen Sebastian make a mistake or be bad at anything he did.
Damn. He wished he could be like that.
A loud bang suddenly sounded next to him. Josh turned around and saw Ciel sitting on the ground, rubbing his arm where he had landed on it.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Josh quickly knelt down and inspected Ciel's arm. Soon after, he was joined by Lynette, Elizabeth and Sebastian.
"Are you alright? What happened?" Lynette asked briskly, quickly looking over Ciel to check for any major injuries.
"I tripped and fell over."
Lynette looked over at his feet as she stood up. "No wonder. Your shoelaces are untied. Make sure to tie them up, okay? And be careful not to trip from now on. Do you need to take a five minute break?"
"I think I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
Ciel nodded.
"Okay then, if you say so. How are you on the exercises?"
"We're halfway through the last one," Josh chimed in, eager to impress Lynette and move on already.
Lynette glanced at her watch. "We only have ten minutes left anyway, so you wanna finish the exercise and then go pack-up?"
Josh nodded dejectedly. Lynette turned back to Elizabeth and Sebastian. "You too. Do a few more practice runs with the foil, and then get changed."
The three of them headed back to the mats, as Josh absentmindedly helped Ciel up.
"You think we can do that next week?"
"Maybe."
Josh looked at Ciel in exasperation. "You really don't care, do you?"
"No." With that, Ciel began to restart the last exercise.
Josh sighed and began to follow Ciel when a question suddenly struck him.
"Hey, when'd you tie your shoelaces?"
"Sebastian tied them for me when Lynette was still talking."
"Oh… wait a bit. Sebastian tied them for you?"
"Yes. He always ties my shoelaces for me."
Josh stared. So what Elizabeth said was true? Ciel really didn't know how to tie his shoelaces?"
"So you don't know how to shoelaces?"
"I see no use in knowing how. Besides, Sebastian always ties them for me anyway."
"Yeah, but you should know how to anyway!" Josh regarded Ciel for a moment, before briskly walking to Lynette. Ciel watched as he said something to Lynette, to which she nodded, before coming back and tugging Ciel towards the change rooms.
"What are you doing?" Ciel demanded, futilely trying to get out of Josh's grip.
"I told Lynette that you still felt a bit sore, so could we finish early and she said yes. So now we're gonna change and I'm gonna teach you how to tie your shoelaces."
"But I already said that I see no point in learning how!"
"It's just a life-skill that you need to know."
With that, Josh dragged Ciel into the change rooms before quickly changing out of the fencing clothes. Ciel took a bit longer, feeling slightly bemused by the whole situation. When he walked out, Josh was sitting there waiting for him, holding Ciel's shoes in his hands, which he handed to him.
"Now. Put on your shoes. I'll tie one and you tie the other. Just copy what I do."
Although Ciel already knew that tying a bow was hard, he did not expect it to be as challenging as it turned out to be. So many loops, so many loop-holes, so much balancing of tensions and pressures in different parts of the string.
He had always viewed Josh as just another insufferable example of the teenage population, but seeing how determined and thorough he was at teaching Ciel, a person so uncoordinated that buttons were a struggle to do up, how to tie a shoelace, of all things…
Ciel felt a grudging respect for Josh grow in him.
"Okay. Last bit. Tug gently on the inside bit of the loop to tighten the bow. That's it. And… done!"
Josh held out a hand for Ciel to high-five, but seeing the smaller boy's confusion, turned it into a thumbs up instead.
"Now… that wasn't that hard, was it? You can remember it, right?"
Ciel nodded and gave Josh a small smile of respect. "I'll try not to forget. If I do I'll just let Sebastian start doing them for me again."
"Hey! That's not cool! If you forget, tell me and I'll show you again, yeah?" Josh grinned at Ciel as they began to walk out of the change rooms.
Inwardly, he was marvelling at Ciel's smile of friendship. Who knew becoming Ciel's friend would be as easy as teaching him how to tie shoelaces?
Next to him, Ciel began to plot how to get Sebastian to tie his laces secretly without letting Josh find out.
"Ciel!"
Ciel looked up with annoyance, his peaceful lunchtime disturbed by Elizabeth barging through the library doors.
"Stop being so cooped up in here! You have to get some fresh air eventually!"
Sebastian walked out from behind a bookcase and smiled at Elizabeth.
"Hey, Sebby-chan!"
"Hello, Elizabeth. I think you should be a little quieter. This is a library, after all."
Elizabeth grinned sheepishly before apologising to the librarian, who had been glaring daggers into the blonde's back.
"Anyway," Elizabeth continued in a whisper, "you want to come out and join me out on the oval? You might as well, since you're always indoors. Get some fresh-air and sunshine, you know."
Ciel sighed and looked up at Sebastian, who nodded imperceptibly. He sighed again before getting to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulders, holding and borrowing the book he had been reading. Elizabeth saw with pleasure that the book was about fencing terms and techniques.
"You're really getting into fencing, aren't you?" she asked Ciel as they walked out of the library.
Ciel looked at her blankly. "Now that Lynette believes me proficient enough to use a foil, I need to be informed on what she expects from me. Isn't that normally the case when you learn something?"
Elizabeth shook her head with a laugh. "No. Usually people wait for their teacher or whoever to teach them."
"I see." Ciel glared at Sebastian behind him. If normal people waited to be taught, then how come Sebastian always made him read stuff before he taught him? How come Sebastian made him do so much work beforehand?
Noticing Ciel's glare and guessing the meaning behind it, Sebastian's only reaction was to smirk back.
Just as Ciel was about to say something to Sebastian, Elizabeth stopped walking and tugged on his arm to make him step forwards.
"Hey guys. So. This is Ciel and Sebastian. Ciel and Sebastian, these are my friends. Sarah, Diana, Cindy, Mariette, Georgia, Luke, Tom, Josh, who you know already…"
Ciel gave up following the names after Josh's, seeing that there were many more people waiting to be introduced behind him. He knew Elizabeth had a lot of friends, but a group this big? Wasn't it a bit too exaggerated?
"… so yeah." Elizabeth nudged Ciel when she noticed he had stopped paying attention. He looked at her, before sighing and turned to face the group in front of him.
"Hello." Ciel said with a nod.
Everyone there replied with a nod of their own, or with loud, enthusiastic "Hi!"s.
And then everyone resumed their conversations before his arrival, Elizabeth left to join them, Josh wandered by with a smile and a greeting ("How've you been? Studying fencing? Maybe I should do that too… get on Lynette's good side and all…"), and Ciel was left to sit on the side and read by himself. Sebastian had long since left after the introductions had finished to pet a cat that had mysteriously appeared in the middle of the oval, disappearing into his own little world that only consisted of him and the cat in his arms.
Settling himself in the shade of the tree, Ciel opened his book and began to read, blocking all other sounds around him. Outside was actually quite comfortable, if one ignored the occasional bug wandering over to bother, or the shifting shadows made by the leaves on the page and making the light all unstable.
Just as Ciel finished the first chapter of the book, detailing the basic fencing techniques and skills extensively, the bell signalling the end of lunch rang. People began to move towards the buildings, laughing and chattering at inane topics.
Ciel committed the page number to memory and snapped the book shut, tucking it safely into his bag.
"Sebastian, get away from me. You're covered in cat hair," Ciel said to a shadow that was looming over him. Said shadow moved, and fell in step behind Ciel as he walked towards his next classroom.
"Hey! Ciel!"
Ciel stopped and turned. "Yes, Josh?"
"Just remembered." Josh looked earnestly down at Ciel. "I saw your shoes the other day and wanted to ask, but forgot until I saw your ribbon today." He pointed down at the navy blue ribbon bowed at Ciel's collar in place of the school tie.
"So, what did you want to ask?" Ciel asked, slightly impatient.
"Are you a Funtomhive?"
Ciel raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that obvious from my last name? I'm a Phantomhive, and so I would naturally be a Phantomhive, would I not?"
"You shouldn't be admitting it so easily, you know. People might overhear you."
"What do you mean? The whole school knows that I'm Ciel Phantomhive."
Josh laughed slightly and shook his head. "That's not what I mean. What I mean is, are you a Funtomhive, as in the Funtom Corporation Funtomhive?"
Ciel stared. Sebastian stared.
Did Josh just… ask if he was a Funtomhive? Out of all the people in the school, Josh, the soccer player, the unobservant, the easily-amused, found out?
"So are you?" Josh asked with even more earnest, seeing Ciel and Sebastian's shock. "Are you part of the Funtom Family? Are you part of the Funtom world?"
Extra: Grell's Counselling Files, Year 2011
Name: Ciel Phantomhive
Year: 10
Age: 16
Date of Birth: December 14th
Reason for visit: Compulsory senior school sessions.
Notes:
I was so hoping for someone as amazing as my Sebby in his cousin. But such a let-down. I mean, he was small, and cute, and so adorable with his little bow instead of his tie, but he's such a brat! Seriously! Ignores me half the time, doesn't look at me, gives me like, one word answers… he doesn't even have any interesting answers! Or any typical ones! He's just like, yes, no, of course. And stares at me with a 'baleful gaze' (such a nice phrase, isn't it? I found it in some random fanfiction that one of the other students told me they were obsessed about in last session) with those big, sapphire blue eyes of his.
Totally different to the red-brown of my Sebby. His eyes were so delish. At least they both share the same shiny, smooth black hair. Although I have to say that my Sebby's hairstyle is way hotter.
How do you want me to like a kid like that? Although he did react the same way as my Sebby after I asked him random questions, but seriously? After only five questions? Even my Sebby took seven questions before he stopped answering properly!
Do I really have to talk to this kid for the next three years? Maybe I should start trying to use him to get to know my Sebby better...
What do you feel about school? Fine.
Do you like going to school with relatives? I've heard that you're close with your older cousin. Yes.
Anything to add? No.
Oh... okay then... next question! What do you like? No comment.
Come one. Just tell me one? (he just stared at me balefully again, the brat. Seriously, is it really that painful to tell me one thing you like? I'm not like, looking for an essay here! And it's not like I'm gonna use it to blackmail you or whatever, the stupid shortie)
Ok then. Next question! What don't you like? No comment.
Can't you just tell me anything? This is pointless. I do not like telling a complete stranger anything about me. I'm leaving.
…
He actually did leave me at that point. He didn't even tell me anything! Now I have nothing to go onto his profile except that he's quiet, introverted and a brat, which means I'll have to schedule more sessions with him! No!
Sebby, why can't your cousin be more like you?
Notes:
*physical education
+jealous
Hey guys!
This chappie is slightly random. If you don't like randomness, sorry... at the same time, I loved writing the fanclub scene. They're so funny XD
OMGSH JOSH FINDS OUT THAT HE'S A FUNTOMHIVE! :O WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? You'll have to wait to find out :P
Anyways. A belated happy New Year to you all! I planned to update this three days ago, but a series of not-very-unfortunate events prevented me from doing so until now. Namely, family time. A lot of it O_O and cake XD while we're still talking about New Years and stuff, if you have a chance to do it GO FIND VIDEOS OF THE SYDNEY FIREWORKS! Although I didn't go because it's always crowded and because I had work earlier and seriously, standing for hours for fireworks after standing for hours at work? I did watch it on TV and it was so prettyyy~ THEY HAD RAINBOW FIREWORKS! And I mean, rainbow. At least four/five colours were in that one firework, which is amazing :D and then there were two-toned ones, and ones shaped like hearts, and ones shaped like a lolly, and ones shaped like Saturn complete with rings and pretty colours, and the traditional firework rain from the Bridge...
I'll stop ranting now...
Shadow Storyteller, KaZeKaeRu1307, Circus0900, Milly22, linyuan3, colbub, NyaNya (you guessed right! I was planning on fencing, and then you read my mind :D psychic much! ^^), idratherbeinbritain, MuffinMuffin, Angelic yet Demonic, quoththeraven5, thanks for your reviews once again~ you all make my day, reviewers/alerters/favouriters! Now, because Sebby-chan's in shock and can't make you tea right now, here's my own (quite dodgy but still tasty!) vanilla chiffon cake served with my favourite type of tea, Earl Grey :)
Until next time!
et-r