I warn you now, this is my first time writing a Black Butler fic, so Ciel and Sebastian will probably be a bit (or a lot) OOC. For anybody who's a die-hard Black Butler fan, I am so sorry! Also, I am trying to keep this historically accurate, but I will add some modern changes so the story can make sense. Anyways, here's the update! -IAE
Waiting for the person to open the curtains was agonizing. Although I wanted to be caught so I could surprise the hell out of whoever was going to open them, I was also terrified about the consequences that may come with technically breaking and entering someones home.
And then somebody finally opened the curtains.
The face the guy made was priceless. His eyes though, flashed red. Like, blood red. I was immediately grabbed by my arms and forced against a wall. The guy, a butler as far as I could tell, had reached into his vest and pulled out a butter knife. Granted it was pretty sharp but still, what the hell?
"It seems we have a stowaway, Young Master. What do you suggest I do with her?"
"A little girl slipped past you Sebastian, the first person to do that, ever." He smirked as the guy held me against the wall even tighter. "Let her go. I'd like to question her, and know how she got past you, Sebastian."
He glared at me once more before backing away and letting me not-so-gently land on my feet. Turning around, he put a hand over his heart and bowed. "Yes, my Lord." After shooting me one last hateful glance, he exited the room and left me alone with the kid.
The kid, who still is driving me crazy because I swear I've seen this all before, turned around and sat down in the large chair. Not knowing what to do, I nervously walked away from the wall until I was standing in front of his desk. Oddly enough, I felt like a bad kid who had been sent to the principals office. Head down, knotting my hands together, slightly swaying on my feet. He ignored my presence for a moment, while he fixed the things in the desk to be where they would be more accessible to him. Yep, I definitely felt like I'd been sent to the principals office now.
He finished rearranging his desk and sat back in his chair, looking way to intrigued for someone who's house just got broken into. "So, girl, just who are you, and how did you manage to get into my manor?" I didn't know what to say, because I'm kind of afraid to talk to this kid. He's obviously somebody important, and I've just technically broken into his home. And honestly, what am I supposed to tell him; that I fell in the woods in 21st century and woke up in what could only be the 19th? That was way to crazy, even for myself.
"Well, are you going to answer me or not?"
I answered him the only way I could when I was in a sticky situation. "Well, an introduction would be a better thing to do first, don't you think?" When in doubt: use sarcasm. Which obviously wasn't a good choice considering my current situation.
"I wouldn't be so bold if I were you, girl. And you obviously know who I am, otherwise you wouldn't have sneaked into my house." He said it with a confidence that said he knew all, and that no matter what I said, he already knew. To bad for him that he's actually dead wrong.
"I honestly haven't the foggiest clue on who you are, and I didn't sneak in. I just walked through the front door." There, test me now kid!
He looked perplexed and sat a bit straighter. "The front door is locked from the outside unless somebody either has the key or the door opened from the inside."
I giggled and pulled out the key I had once again hidden in my corset. "I'll happily answer all of your questions if you can tell me who you are, where I am and what year it is." I folded my arms across my chest. "Deal?"
The one eye that was visible widened at the sight of my key, and although he looked fairly pissed at this point, he nodded his consent to the deal. "Sebastian!" He called, "It would seem we'll be needing another chair in here."
Out of nowhere that damned butler just pops up next to me holding a simple dining room chair. And by simple, I mean a large-backed ornately carven wooden chair that made me really want to geek-out. Seriously, you don't see art like that everyday, especially in modern times.
He looked to Sebastian without batting an eye at the chair. "We'll be needing some tea as well. Be sure to bring it here, and cancel all my appointments. I have a feeling this will take a while." Sebastian nodded once and left the room once again.
Shocked at the slight hospitality, I mumbled, "You really don't have to do that, I'm sure he'd rather not serve the girl he probably wants to kill for ruining his reputation as the 'perfect' butler."
"His ego could use a hit or two. So please, sit down." He offered a smile, but it was a pathetic attempt. I could tell it was fake, from how it didn't reach his eyes. But I sat down anyways, so I didn't make him madder than he probably was.
Sebastian came back in with a tea cart full of things before I could even lean back and relax into the chair, which honestly was a lot more comfortable than it looked. He started to pour the tea as the kid started talking. "To answer your first question, I am the Earl Ciel Phantomhive, and you are currently in my manor, and it is 1888. Now, it is your turn to answer my questions."
He wasn't even finished talking and my head was already spinning. 1888? No, this kid must be joking, he has to be! Not even 12 hours ago it was 2012. And his name, it sounded so familiar. Ciel... Ciel... !
No. Nonono. I refuse. This is all a big misunderstanding, and I am dreaming, that's all. Yep, I'm still asleep in the woods, and this is a concussion-induced sleep.
"Miss!"
That got me back to reality, and I snapped my head up to meet his eyes. And boy did he look agitated.
"Did you hear nothing that I said?" I shook my head and kept my mouth shut.
He rolled his eyes, and I cold tell he was probably at his limit of having to deal with me. "I had asked you who you are, where you are from, how you came in possession of a key to my manor."
I may only be in a dream, but that doesn't mean that he's not intimidating, if only a little bit. So I told him the truth. "My name is Myra Middleton, I'm from a small town on the outskirts of London. As to how I acquired a key to your manor, I have no idea. The key I have goes to the library I work at, and was given to me by the head librarian when I asked to borrow it."
"If the key is for the library, then how come it opened the door to my manor?" I looked away from him and instead decided to study the tea inside of my cup. I still hadn't tried it yet, so it was almost full. I carefully took a sip, judging that Sebastian hadn't poisoned it or something.
Damn, that guy can make some damn good tea! I looked back at Ciel. "This is Earl Grey, is it not? Either way, it's very good." Hopefully talking about his favorite tea might distract him.
Obviously it didn't. If anything, it just made him more annoyed. "How come your key goes to my manor, Miss Middleton." I knew he was trying to sound patient, but I'd seen him talk way to often not to see how much he really wanted to put me in my place.
"I don't know, okay? When I walked up to the door and unlocked it, I expected to see my library, not this place. I thought I was going to see the front desk and the main staircase, not a freaking Victorian household!" I sighed. "I'm sorry that I broke into your home, but I honestly didn't know I was breaking into it."
Ciel didn't look agitated anymore. Now he just looked pissed. "Do you really think I believe a bogus story like that? Everybody in this country knows-"
"Well I don't know, Ciel, because I'm not from here! My world consists of when I go to school, when I can read my books, and when the next episode of my anime's come out. I may be of this country, but I am not of your country." I stood up in a huff and walked over to the window. I just couldn't do it. He was making me mad with his I-am-holier-than-thou attitude anymore.
I hear him heave a sigh. Obviously he doesn't believe me. "Sebastian, come here!"
God dammit, not him again. I rolled my eyes and continued to stare out the window as I heard the door open and footsteps entered. "Until we can get some answers out of her, she is to be showed a room in the manor, and she will stay there until she's ready to be serious." I whipped around to see that damned butler smirking, as he simply bowed and said, "Yes, My Lord."
"You can't just keep me here, and confine me to a room! You're not my mother, you can't ground me!" Sebastian, still smirking, walked over to me and grabbed my arm, tightly. "He may not be your mother, but he is The Earl Phantomhive. With a simple call to the Yard, he can have you put behind bars for as long as he likes. He is being very generous in offering you a room, so I suggest you use your manners and thank the young Master for his hospitality." He finished his semi-threat with a pathetic attempt of a polite smile.
"You want me to thank him for saving me from one cell, just to put me in another? Fine." I turned to Ciel and gave him my biggest, sarcastically enthusiastic smile. "Like, omigod! Thank you so much for keeping me here as an unofficial prisoner. It's exactly what I've always wanted!" I gave a fake giggle at the end, watching both their faces contort into a mix of confusion and slight horror.
"There, I thanked him. Now let's go." I headed towards the door and was already in the hallway before Sebastian caught up to me. He silently led the way to the other end of the manor, where the young adults section would be in the library.
He leads me to a room, and without saying anything, I know it's the green room that I was being put in, which made me ecstatic. In the library, the green room was always my sanctuary. It's a private lounge for all the librarians, and I personally had been aloud to enter it since I was a kid, because all the librarians were like another family to me. They always let me in there, especially during finals so I could get some extra studying in without being disturbed by anybody else.
He opened the door and let me walk inside before standing outside of the room once more. "This will be your room. If you need anything, feel free to call one of the servants. Have a nice day, Miss Myra." Sebastian bowed to me with a slight sneer, and closed the door as he started back down the hallway.
I noticed the differences in the room, and other than the fact of there was no coffee makers or.. Yeah, the room was completely different, who was I kidding? Instead of couches and love-seats, there was only one big- like, California king big- bed in the middle, which honestly took up a lot more room than you'd think. There was an Armoire and a bureau, not to mention a two different doors, which I know led to a bathroom and a closet. And, to my pleasant surprise, all of my bags were sitting on the bureau, which meant I could change out of the damned ten pound outfit I was in. I put my bags on the bed and start ripping through them.
"Aha!" I exclaimed when I found my shorts and a tanktop that I had packed for pajamas. (I had thought that I'd be sleeping over Alice's so I stashed some clothes into the dress bag as well.) Granted now that I was in the 1880's, it probably isn't the most appropriate thing, but hey, it's clean.
Digging through my bags proved to be a good idea, as I found my phone, and my phone charger. Do they even have any electricity here? Hmm, time to find out! I started searching my room, and was immensely happy to discover an outlet.
"Woop!" I plug in my phone and leave it. No saying how much electricity runs through it. As long as it charges the phone, I don't care.
After that I decided to explore the room a little more. I knew the closet was probably the same, so I didn't bother checking that out. What I wanted to know is what the bathroom looked like without it being modernized.
I gathered my pajamas and headed for the bathroom. Whether it was modern or not, I definitely needed a shower after spending the night in the woods.