The Trancy boy returned to Warwick after he filled his sentence and everyone was asking him questions. Things such as, "Why'd you do it", "Are you okay", and "what happened". No matter how many times he assured them that everything was fine and he just didn't like math class, they simply wouldn't leave him alone. Not even Ciel could get them to leave. The bluenette had a hard time even getting close to his friend because of the swarm. The blonde was starting to become irritated, and when he's irritated, bad things happen.
His desk was surrounded by concerned classmates. Boys and girls alike were harassing the blonde incessantly. It took the input of one boy to get them to stop. That boy's name? No, it wasn't Ciel Phantomhive, if that's what you where wondering. His name was Travis Sullivan. Travis had dark, curly hair, a square-ish jaw, and an angry brow. He was a big boy, in fact, he was the tallest kid in the grade. Travis' father was a professional wrestler, but his mother owned a jewelry company, however, this was not known as broadly as the "pro-wrestler" bit. He was also considered "the toughest kid in the school", because of this. Our boys, however, knew that he wouldn't harm a fly.
"That's enough." he said in his booming voice. "You're bothering him."
That right there was enough to clear the area. The other children fled, leaving only the three boys to themselves. "Thanks, Sully."
The scary-looking boy smiled slightly. "Anytime." he said patting the blonde's head before walking back to his own seat.
Ciel rubbed his forehead and sighed in exasperation. "I'm so glad that's over."
"At least for this class period, anyway." added Alois. He knew that he would be hounded until the weekend came.
"You brought it upon yourself, you know." replied the bluenette. "Human boy, remember?" he whispered.
"What's the fun in being a demonic apparition if you can't enjoy it?" Alois whispered back.
He yelped as he was slapped on the back by none other than Daniel Westley. His dad was a politician, and was friends with everybody, even if he really wasn't. The plain-looking boy was loud, obnoxious, and worst of all, overly friendly. Ciel especially found him annoying for this reason. Physically, his hair was brown, and parted towards the right. The trimming on his uniform was blue, while his tie was red. Either way, the kid was "nice".
"Alois Trancy! Ya crazy bastard! How's life treatin' you?" He said with a grin.
The blonde rubbed the spot where the boy had hit him. "Pretty good I guess."
"Good to hear!" he said a bit louder than necessary. "Hey, I wanted to ask you and Phantomhive something."
"What is it?" The bluenette finally chimed in, hearing his name.
"Well, Travis, Preston, Audrey, Kristopherson and I where going to go on a bit of an adventure this weekend, and were wondering if you guys would like to come!"
"'Adventure?'"
"Yeah! You know the old abandoned mansion?"
"The one that is supposedly 'haunted'?"
"The very same. We where going to go check it out Saturday night. So, you in?"
Before the blonde could object, Ciel declared. "We'll be there."
"Great! We'll be meeting outside it's gates at 9 o' clock! See ya there!" And like that, he left. Apparently somebody he was "friends" with was feeling down about something. Probably just some stupid teenage pseudo-problems.
Alois finally had his chance to speak again. "Eugh! Kristopherson?! I don't want to go anywhere with Kristopherson!" he spat the faux-blonde's name out like it was a disease.
"I know. Neither do I. But there's been reports about people going missing at the site over the years, and I thought we should investigate." said Ciel.
"Oh, so it's potential murder or kidnapping that interests you?"
"You have the same interest, do you not?"
The blonde paused for a moment, pondering his next move. His friend was right, he had to admit that. In all honesty, he just simply did not want to go. "I know, but still..."
"What are you, afraid of ghosts?" the bluenette said with a smirk.
Bulls-eye. He didn't want to got for those two reasons: Kristopherson, and the fact that the place was supposedly "haunted". Alois just sat there, trying to think of an excuse. Something to prove that Ciel was wrong.
He wasn't. "Don't worry," the eyepatched boy began, "there are no ghosts there, but the ghosts of the past."
"What do you mean?"
"This mansion we're going to; it's been abandoned so long that no one even remembers it's name, or who it belonged to. But you know it, and I know it."
"You don't mean..."
"Yes.Trancy Manor."
A/N: KRISTOPHERSON, WHY YOU GOTTA RUIN EVERYBODY'S TRIPS TO HAUNTED ABANDONED MANSIONS?!
