Weston College...

At Weston College, Ciel came prepared.

A student at school left out of severe illness caused by Sebastian, enabling Ciel to have a spot. He became a student of Bluw Owl Dormitory and he's famous for his vibrant, shiny, silky-looking black hair, alabaster-fair skin that made his blue eyes stand out with long thick lashes and pearly-white beautiful teeth. Courtesy of various potions that everyone in his year level wanted to be the friend of 'the beautiful Phantomhive'.

However...

'We can't allow the callouses in your hands caused by so much penwork to be gone.' said Linnea. 'And also, deliberately prick your fingers if asked to fix rips in clothes or loose buttons. Roughed, damaged hands are evidence of Fag work so they are there to stay!'

Beautiful Phantomhive.

Ciel shuddered as he wound up attracting a bat-shit insane old pervert.

This time, he attracted his peers just by being pretty.

But even he can agree that all talk about tradition and discipline that's taken to extremes, he finds annoying.

"No wonder that Edward became such a stiff." he thought with a scoff as he began his infiltration. Sebastian infiltrated as a Dorm Supervisor/Warden. That, and he can contact Linnea anytime for Fag Time he can get away with, or needed help over for.

On his actual first day?

6:30- Rise n' Shine, wash up and get dressed.
7:00- Early Morning Tea
7:30- First Class.
9:00- Breakfast

'Fag time!' said McMillan, Ciel's first friend in school. 'When Breakfast is over its Fag Time.'

'I heard about it...we have to do stuff for the upper years, right?' Ciel asked him.

'Yeah. Like cleaning their rooms, iron their uniforms and prepare hot water bottles at night.'

Annoying tradition indeed as Ciel is NOT used to any form of servant work. Good thing he read the rules ahead of time as they chatted more. Sadly, he can't ask about Derek Arden as all four houses have a bitter rivalry that they absolutely hate each other. Even though their prefects get along just fine! But for now, the key is becoming a Fag for the highest ranking student and currently, that's Clayton who doesn't have a Fag yet. He has to aim for that position no matter what!

Soon, its Fag Time and everyone but him left with their Upper Years.

'...just me now...' and Ciel braced himself as he'd be given something to do.

'Phantomhive.' said Clayton, coming over. 'Until you're assigned to an Upper Year, its your responsibility to clean the Dining Hall, on duty here.' he said as Ciel looked at the huge, messy Dining Hall. 'And do make haste as you still have classes.'

'...all of this?'

'All of it. Don't slack off!' and when he left, Ciel sighed and opened his right eye where his Contract Mark is. He is magically connected to Linnea as well as Sebastian for this mission.

'Linnea.' he summoned his maid who came two minutes later.

'You rang?' she said.

'I'll deal with the books, you deal with the mess hall.' said Ciel. 'After this, investigate the Violet Wolf Dorm.' he said. 'Status and Money are worth nothing here and the only way to get closer is to be in favour with the Prefects. Locate and Investigate Arden's bedroom.'

'Yessir. Fag Time has begun hasn't it?' Linnea asked with an amused expression.

'Yeah. I have to stand out and get Clayton's attention.' Ciel grumbled as Linnea gaped at him.

'...you really should watch what you say.' she choked. 'You sound like a girl pining for a guy when you said that!' Ciel sported a stunned, scandalized gawk.

'Huh?!'

Soon, the Dining hall is spic and span, and everything polished. The books are on seats, taken care of by Ciel as all Linnea had to do, is snap her fingers for the cleaning to magically happen.

'Well, starting today in order to get that attention, when you summon me regardless of whether or not you open your eye for that, I'll control your body to be capable of doing Fag Time jobs, so you'll learn too OK? I barely got away with an excuse earlier.' she said. 'I told Maylene I need the toilet real bad.'

'Alright. I'll have Sebastian tweak my eye a bit for the purpose. And make sure that nobody will ask me to become their Fag so I can work my way to Clayton.'

'Alright, but competition for a higher social school status is fierce. Sabotaging may happen.' Linnea warned him. 'So confirm facts before doing anything just incase, or call me.' and she disappeared.

Ciel began standing out with a little help from Linnea thus, as he sucks up.

Thus for a week straight, he gets lots of requests that annoyed him but it must be done.

'You're really capable! I mean, it takes me the whole of Fag Time to sew up a button that came off a jacket!' McMillan exclaimed. 'Clayton's asking way too much since you're very available and the fact that he doesn't have a Fag yet!'

'Well, I have loads of free time before coming here.' said Ciel with a smile. 'And am constantly bored so I learned unlikely stuff one won't expect from an Earl.'

'That's true...thankfully Ironing got easier thanks to your maid.' said McMillan. 'Before, Ironing is a really hellish job we hate the most!' Ciel sweatdropped. Even Fags hated ironing jobs and good thing for Linnea's invention as she told him what she had to deal with when she proposed her design to him. 'If you keep this up, someone will ask you to be their Fag for sure!'

"Right..." Ciel thought wryly with a fake smile.

'You even scored real high on the test and everyone's wondering which Senior will ask you to be their Fag...you're the only one not taken you know.'

'And there's more seniors than us?!'

'Sadly, yes.' McMillan nodded. 'The population of Aristocracy and Nobility are small you know. Weston has a history of closing for years before opening up again for new students you know.'

And he continued to stand out...

xxx

Swan Gazebo, another week later...Fag Time...

In the gazebo, there are eight boys. Four Prefects, and their Fags.

'Redmond, would you like a cup of tea?' a beautiful blonde boy offered to the fellow older blonde.

'Sure, why not?' Redmond, the platinum-blonde, red-clad handsome Prefect smiled as his Fag poured him some. 'Your tea is marvelous as always, Maurice.'

'Thank you.' Maurice behaved demurely while smiling sweetly.

'By the way, I heard that new student is quite capable.' said Greenhill while weightlifting.

'Ah yes, that cutie pie in Lawrence's room!' Redmond gushed out. 'He's so beautiful he's like a porcelain doll. Too bad for that eyepatch though.' Edward perked up when he said 'eyepatch' but thought, "Impossible!"

'Please don't call me by first name, its against the rules.' Bluer chided while reading a book.

'Haha, so strict~only Prefects and our Fags can be here, nobody will ever call us out on that you know!' Redmond chuckled. 'What do you think of that boy, Clayton?'

'He's very meticulously capable.' Clayton noted thoughtfully. 'He's willing to please and there's this one time I asked him to make me tea and a snack, it looks like something made by a French Chef.'

'Huh? Isn't he an Earl?!' Greenhill gawked. 'How can he do that?!'

'He said he has loads of free time at home before coming here so he took to trying it out.'

'An Earl that works like a butler...quite the weirdo.' Cheslock remarked.

'Well if he's that good I wish he's in my dorm instead.' said Redmond. 'His rank is high enough and he's the head of his own house!'

That did it for Edward.

'Eh?'

'What?' Greenhill looked at him.

'Greenhill can I speak?'

'WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU SAY IT LOUDER!' Greenhill bellowed.

'YESSIR DO YOU ALLOW ME TO SPEAK?!'

'FINE! I ALLOW YOU TO SPEAK EDWARD MIDFORD!'

'THANK YOU VERY MUCH!'

'So annoying...' Bluer grumbled at the noise.

'So is this new student you're talking about Ciel Phantomhive by any chance?' Edward asked the Prefects.

'Huh? You know him?' Redmond asked in interest.

'He's my cousin and also my sister, Lizzy's fiancee. I had no idea he entered this school when he's so busy, what with all the work that came with being an Earl and he's such a workaholic shut-in he preferred work than going out to social events.' said Edward as he earned incredulous stares. 'I rarely see him. I saw him once on our trip to Campania with my family with his Butler, Footman and Head Maid.'

'Oooh, that famous Head Maid who invented the new Iron?' Cheslock gawked out happily. 'I really hate Ironing Duty, they burn!' he complained.

'So does anyone.' said Violet wryly. 'I was once a Fag too you know and I burned my hands till someone told me I need to hold a rag to handle the hot handle. I always get blisters.'

'Seriously?!'

'That same one.' Edward nodded. 'He financed it, and my family servants got free new Irons before selling out to public since we're family and all. I guess from being a shut-in for so long he gets literally non-existent sun, I guess I can understand when you think he really has a complexion even ladies would kill for.' he said wryly. 'I was surprised when I saw him myself after some years. I'm even more shocked he decided to come to school! Is it going to rain pigs soon?' he wondered sarcastically, looking up at the sky.

'Oh, how about we invite him here?' Redmond suggested as from afar, Linnea was influencing the situation. 'Midford, since he's your cousin, why not bring him over? Maybe he'll relax if you came to help ease him in the atmosphere of upperclassmen.'

'You don't need to worry about that Redmond.' said Edward. 'I'm strict with him because I respect him as a man capable of handling and managing his household.' he said. 'He's been around adults in his career, upperclassmen should be no sweat.'

'Er, does he even act his age?' Cheslock scoffed. 'Workaholic shut-in, interacts with only adults...'

'He interacts with Lizzie!' Edward pointed out.

'That's his fiancee doofus! What about fellow teenage boys?'

Edward paused.

'...see?' Cheslock sneered.

'Well, let's indeed ease him in! What do you guys say?' Redmond chirped.

'Well, I have no problem with that.' said Greenhill.

'Agreed.' said Violet.

'You got no problem with that, Lawrence?'

'No but please stop with the first-name basis please.'

'Oh, can I come with you Midford? I'm kind of curious,' said Cole.

'Eh sure, why not?'

And so...

'P-P-P-PHANTOMHIVE!' a boy freaked out. 'Midford and Cole are here to see you!' Ciel paused.

Edward's here to see him eh?

'Midford...ah, Edward.' the first years froze. 'He's my older cousin. I don't know this Cole guy though.'

'Ooooh!' Ciel went out to meet Edward who was outside his classroom.

'I can't believe you're really here.' said Edward wryly, placing his hands on Ciel's shoulders and even shaking him a little. 'You're such a shut-in I thought it'll rain pigs when I heard you're actually attending school.'

'Haha very funny.' Ciel snorted. 'I'm just curious about teenage school life since I'm home-tutored and all while juggling work.' he said. 'I thought I'd see another world for the time being so I thought I'd clear my desk so I can come here. My stay here is short. I'll be gone by summertime.'

'You only stayed for the Finals?!' Edward squawked in disbelief.

'Yes. I have a mountainload waiting at home after that short period so yes, I'm only here for the Finals. I can't be here for a year or my Domain will be in chaos. I really had to finish to have Finals term you know.' Ciel smiled. 'So are you here on business?'

'Well yeah. Come to the Swan Gazebo at 2 pm.' said Edward. 'Since you stood out a lot in your first week, the Prefects are curious to meet you. So 2 pm, OK? Don't be late!'

'Very well.'

As the two Fags left...Ciel smirked. Chance!

xxx

That night...Sebastian's Office...

'Alright, I made progress.' said Ciel with a sigh as he went inside Sebastian's Office. 'I managed to get invited by the P4 to the Swan Gazebo tomorrow at 4 pm. Originally its 2 but they rescheduled.'

'That's a lie!' Linnea appeared. 'Cole came to tell you 4 pm and that rescheduling? Don't believe it. The sabotaging has begun.' Ciel narrowed his eyes.

'Is that right?'

'You can only trust young master Edward as he'll never lie to you, as well as Clayton.' said Linnea. 'Cheslock's friendliness depends on the situation so I can't read him easily.'

'I see...anything in Derek Arden's room?' Sebastian asked her but Linnea frowned.

'He never roomed in Violet Wolf dorm. Ever.' she said. 'It's so clean so I searched other dorms and found his original room in Scarlet Fox.' this revelation surprised Ciel and the butler. 'In Psychometry, I can only see what he does in his room. But he has 'another personality'.' she told them.

'Another personality?' Ciel raised an eyebrow.

'Yes. While appearing like a cheerfully-friendly perfect, admirable model student so dazzling that he does everything perfectly, all that, is a lie.' said Linnea. 'Behind closed doors, he gathers students who are actually capable of feats he claims he's capable of, and bullies and threatens them to do those jobs or else. He uses the fact that he's the close relative of the Queen so he holds power over them. His reputation of having a really genius hand in poetry and embroidery levels of a true craftsman? The younger students are the ones who did it as well as other feats he's famous for. He systematically sought them out, threatened and hazed them.'

'Talk about being a skilled actor while being despicable behind closed doors.' Ciel frowned. 'Did these students do something in revenge?'

'I investigated these students. They're not responsible for his disappearance but when he got transferred to Violet Wolf, these boys celebrated that he's out of their hair for the rest of their years and somebody else's problem now. So they never knew that Derek Arden disappeared. They also don't know that he has just-as-despicable friends who also hazed and threatened students in their dorms. They also have no clue why they're gone and they just don't care, glad that their bullying and hazing days are over.'

'I see...good work. Show us these students. Sebastian.' Ciel ordered Sebastian. 'We'll pay them a visit, and gather testimony shall we? Since pulling rank is possible in private, I can certainly pull mine once I'm buddy-buddy enough with the Prefects who are the last hurdle!'

'Yes, my lord.' and Sebastian placed his left hand on Linnea's head, and his right on Ciel's for both males to see what Linnea saw.

'Phew...stuff like this happens in school huh? Never imagined it.' Ciel sighed.

'It does happen.' said Linnea wryly. 'Isn't my history proof?' and she gave them copies of various letters. 'And what Queen Victoria doesn't know that Duke Clemens didn't tell her, is that Derek hated the idea of coming here, constantly sending letters to ahem, 'Get me the hell out of this stupid place already,' and using 'I'm the heir' cards. You'll have to ask Duke Clemens for the original letters though, and talk to the parents about his contact with them.'

'This is gonna be rough...but I'll pull this off somehow.' Ciel swore, giving the letters to Sebastian as they heard a knock on the door. 'Shit, now I can't read.' he swore as Linnea vanished, having done her tasks. 'Sebastian, be nice with the haze victims. For now Linnea is Fag Support.'

'Of course.'

This was Linnea's last involvement with Weston College mission, only called upon for Fag Time help.

xxx

Swan Gazebo, the next day...

Ciel came at 1:50, ready with snacks in hand. Molten Lava Cakes, two per people. Himself included of course.

But carrying all that in a huge tray?

Difficult!

'Hey hey!' Greenhill gasped as they spotted an awkward Earl carrying a big tray by himself. 'Midford go help him!'

'Ciel!' Edward gasped out, running off to Ciel's aid while unknown to everyone else, Cole was surprised...before pursing his lips.

'You even brought snacks but how much considering how big these trays are?!' Edward squawked out as they each took an end of the tray.

'Well, enough for all of us. Two per people so its a hassle~' Ciel grunted as the others cleared the tables for the huge tray. 'Today's snack is...Chocolate Molten Lava Cakes.' he said, removing the lids to show spongy chocolate cakes with chocolate icing on the top half, whipped cream and a piece of chocolate on top. 'Its chocolate cream inside.' he said as he took a spoon, deliberately cracking one open, and indeed at the center, is ooey gooey cream chocolate.

Several eyes bulged.

'Wow...' Violet croaked out.

'Incredible!' Redmond gasped.

'Jeez Ciel, I can't believe you can do this...' Edward marveled before sniffing his cousin for proof. 'You made it alright, you smell of flour still.'

'Of course I made it!' Ciel snarked. 'They say if you want something done right, do it yourself and I have pride you know!' "I'll thank Linnea later." he also learns how anyway so after her control, he can replicate it himself afterward.

While being buddy buddy, he observed everyone while talking like an adult since he was accustomed to being with adults while standing with the Fags.

Out of all fags who at least have 'damaged hands', only Cole's was flawlessly pearly-white.

'Oh yeah Edward, can I ask you to help me carry the tray back? I'm hands full with everything else.' Ciel told Edward as they cleaned up after the meeting.

'Eh sure, you're way too small for this thing.' said Edward wryly, looking at the tray. 'Its a shock to see you walk so clumsily carrying it when you usually have the gait and poise of a gentleman.'

'Blame the stupid tray.' Ciel chuckled.

And so...

'Edward, I'm here on Earl business.' Ciel told Edward when he was sure they're alone and gave him a roll of paper. Edward froze.

'Y-you mean...'

'Yeah. Read that paper in private and give me your reply tomorrow. Its a long study for you as I need your help. You'll know when you read that. Don't misplace that thing.'

'A-alright.'

'By the way, about Cole...what do you think of him?' Ciel asked him.

'Cole?' Edward blinked.

'Yeah. All of us have messed-up hands from Fag Time yet his hands remain so flawless and smooth.' said Ciel, showing him his own hands that were roughed up with Fag Time work.

'I don't know...but he does a lot of tasks for Redmond always. He always offers and Redmond just agrees. He's a good cook, capable of doing chores and even research...'

'Heee...really now?' Ciel raised an eyebrow. 'I don't believe it. To be a cook, a chef's hands will become so rough and in a way, flattened from handling cookware. Its why I just make desserts, not make actual dishes or Lizzie will wail on me. He probably has someone else cook for him making his other jobs a debate on questionable whether he really did it or not. He didn't even have finger pokes from needles. Even experts get a poke or two.'

'Now that you mention it...' Edward remembered all his interaction times with Cole. 'But why bring this up?'

'I just thought of it. You'll see when you read that paper. Not to mention yesterday, after classes, he came to see me.' Ciel told him. 'He told me you guys re-scheduled to 4 pm.'

'Huh?! We didn't say such a thing!' Edward cried in protest.

'That's why I trusted your word at 2 pm because I know you'll never lie to me.' Ciel smirked. 'And I came before 2. The expression on Cole's face was priceless.' he snorted. 'So why did he lie to me eh? I'll investigate this and see what else he lied about, so for now keep this quiet.'

'I-if you say so...but this is unacceptable!' Edward burst out.

'A job is a job Edward.'