Warwick Academy. It is the finest private school in the United Kingdom, teaching the children of the upper class while preparing them for the real world. (Or as "real world" as being rich gets you, if you know what I mean.) At Warwick, children learn all the basics of high society from culture to proper business skills, and as such, they often discuss what their family's are doing, and relaying that information back and forth. As you know, having your children make friends with the children of powerful people can give any business owner a good edge.
Today, the students in Mr. Irons' first period History class a buzzing about an upcoming auction. Word has it, that the old abandoned mansion that if often visited by curious and brave (and stupid), thrill-seeking teenagers had many antique pieces just waiting to be restored. Some pieces are now worth millions.
Alois Trancy, secretly the former owner of the manor, was not happy about this. "That should be my money!" he said.
"They weren't even your belongings to begin with, though." his friend, Ciel, reminded him.
"I stole them fair and square!"
"Yes, but how exactly do you plan to go about reclaiming them?"
The bluenette was met with silence. Alois had no idea how he could. Probably because it was impossible. Still, you would be quite peeved if someone was selling your stuff, keeping the money, and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it, wouldn't you? All he could so was sit there, crossing his arms and pout.
"Are you guys going to the auction?" A plain looking boy with brown hair, parted to the right, appeared before the boys. It was none other than their friend(?), Daniel Westly. " I no idea the things in that freaky house where worth so much! I would've taken a few things while I was there.
Ciel shot his blonde friend a look, preventing him from punching the unknowing boy in the face. "Are you sure that would be wise? What is you made the ghosts angry, Daniel?"
"Ugh... Don't remind me!" The politician's son shuddered, remembering the horrible scene he saw at the mansion during his previous visit. "That kid might've taken my eyes! I still have nightmares about it..."
"Don't be stupid. Ghosts aren't real."
"I know what I saw, and you can't tell me I didn't see what I saw! I am not a nutter! That house is haunted." He pointed at the boy to make himself seem like he knew what he was saying. "Anyway, are you going or not? My dad will be there, and so will Kris' mom, and Travis' parents will also."
"Who knows? Depends on my mood."
"Ciel is just a little ball of sunshine, you see." Alois added.
"Oh, I know! Just look at that innocent, child-like smile, and rosy cheeks brimming with joy!" Daniel teased. Ciel simply folded his arms defensively in response.
"I don't really know. Is it really good for the image of a toy company to buy things from a 'haunted house'?" he asked.
"Probably not." said Daniel. "I wonder if they'll be selling that painting of that kid who looks like Alois."
"I will go to the auction dressed as that boy, and loudly ask why people are selling my shit." the blonde joked. Granted, he would, he actually is the boy, and those items really are his. However, in normal society, that is deemed "impossible", unfortunately.
Regardless, the brown-headed teen took it as a joke. "I would so pay to see that." he said.
"Fifty-quid, please." The blonde held out his had.
"You nutter."
The conversation was cut off quite abruptly, as the boy's phone rang. It was one of those obnoxious ringtones where it is a song, and for this reason, he was slow to pick up because he'd "miss the good part".
"I have to take this, it's my dad."
"Piss off, then!" Alois said jokingly. He smiled and waved at the boy as he exited the room to take his phone call. Then his smile faded and he turned to his bluenette friend.
"What a fucking libertine."
"What the-?! You were friend's with him not even a minute ago!" his friend said.
"He wants to buy all of my shit!"
It was at this point that Ciel didn't know what to say. There simply was no pleasing the blonde. All he could do was roll his eye and pull his hands in the air in exasperation.
"I wish I could haunt him." the blonde declared.
"Alois, quit being ridiculous."
"How am I being ridiculous?!"
The bluenette started counting off the things on his fingers as he named them. "One: If he buys them there is absolutely not a single thing you can do about it because you are "dead". Two: You are right here, therefore you cannot be a ghost. Three: Ghosts do not even exist."
"Now that, sir is a ridiculous notion! Are you telling me, that things like demons, angels, and grim reapers can exist, but there is no feasible way that ghosts can as well?!"
"Well have you seen one?"
"Ciel, it was only just recently that I saw an angel for the first time, so I imagine that there are things that exist in this world that I haven't seen before either. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if el chupacabra showed up at the bus stop and asked me if I had change fo a fiver."
Once again, the blonde's un-logic seemed perfectly reasonable. Ciel hated that. It felt like he was losing to the boy, and if there was one thing Ciel Phantomhive hated more than being wrong, it was losing. He sat back in his chair in a huff. "Whatever." he said. The blonde's mind was a complete anomaly.
The bluenette often found himself vexed by this. From the short -shorts, to his conversations with rubber ducks, Ciel could not decode the boy's thought processes. Perhaps there was a sort of Rosetta Stone at that auction that could help him speak Alois.
"Hey, Ciel?" The blonde in question interrupted the bluenette's musings for a moment.
"What?"
"What is the plural form of 'Platypus'? Is it 'Platypusses' or 'Platypi'?" he asked, before adding: "Personally, I like 'Platypi', 'cause 'Platypusses' sounds dirty."
"What on earth is wrong with you, Alois?"
A/N: Haaaaaaaaaaaay~!
I reread all of the chapters, and was bugged by a few things. Firstly, spelling and grammar. I didn't proofread when I posted the first few chapters. Even now, I only really skim through them, so I still miss some. I'M SUCH A DISGRACE.
Secondly, plot-holes and inconsistencies. In chapter 44, Maxwell has the book from the grim reaper's library that has Alois' entire life documented in it. What happened to it? It's never mentioned again. (I assume he returned it, maybe?) Couldn't Maxwell just have erased Ciel from the book (since angels CAN do that in-universe) thus making Alois more likely to pick him? Ah, but then Alois wouldn't be allowed into heaven because his documents woul've been tampered with, and that's against the RRUUUURRRRUUUUS. Still, that's a stupid plot-hole I missed.
In chapter 15, there's a student named "Sonya" that I mentioned, but haven't since. I had ideas for her, but it never worked out. She's shy, Asian, her mom's the English teacher, and is BFF's with Audrey.
Speaking of the little twerp, in chapter 29, Daniel says that Audrey was also going to go to the haunted house. What happened to him? There wasn't even a "Hey, wasn't Audrey going to come too?" "No, man, he's grounded." or some shite. I basically just forgot about him. Oops...
I don't think I'll actually use him in an arc because I simply cannot think of anything for him. (If you have suggestions, though... *hint, hint*) I'll leave his backstroy and continue to reference him though. It'll be our little inside joke...
Also, people being out of character. Like the elephant in them room: the fact that I have yet to explain why Ciel even revived Alois in the first place, but I was saving that for a special occasion, mm-hm.
I thought I'd point this out and own up to it before someone else did and I looked like an even bigger failure than I am. I'M SUCH A DISGRAAAAAACE!
That's how fanfic writing is, though... Spelling, plot-holes, and people being out of character are to be expected, but still, I don't think that excuses it.
Until next chapter, my duckies!
Dafuq?! Why is this not uploooooaaaaaadiiiiinnnnnnng gggg?
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