Hey guys! Now we enter the world of 1888 with Louis in it! Yay! Now since their lives are technically starting over, I am using the manga to write the story since I'm too lazy to use the episodes when I have manga lying around. But I don't use the whole entire chapter since that's boring too if you use word for word. I use bits and pieces and throw Louis in. If that's an issue, review and complain. Also that I put in my own thoughts too. Enjoy!
Random thought: On the 5th day of Christmas, my butler gave to me. 5 DUDES IN DRAG! (From 12 days of Kuroshitsuji on YouTube…something like that)
For my friend that threatens my life because I did not see her today...sad face :(
A short distance from London, just beyond the fog-cloaked forest, there stands a well-kept manor house. Its resident is the Head of the Phantomhive family, a distinguished aristocrat. His day…Begins with a cup of early morning tea.
Sebastian pushed a metal cart down the hall towards his young master's room for his waking. It had been 2 years since he had begun his "job" as a butler and the daily routine was etched into his skin. He softly tapped his knuckle against the door before walking in.
"Young master, it is time to wake up." Sebastian said as he poured tea into a new tea set. All he got was a stir and groan from his young master. "For today's breakfast, I have prepared poached salmon and mint salad. We have toast, scones, and pain de champagne on the side. Which would you prefer?" he asked.
Ciel yawned and sat up in bed, stretching and scratching his head.
"…Scone."
Sebastian slipped on Ciel's shirt with ease. Ciel picked up an aroma and sniffed the air.
"This aroma…Ceylon tea, hm?"
Sebastian smiled as he buttoned up Ciel's shirt, patting it down. "Yes, sir. From Royal Doulton." Sebastian looked over at the tea set. "The tea set is Wedgwood Blue and White." Ciel raised his head as Sebastian began to tie his bowtie. "And the schedule for today?" "Professor Hugues, an authority in Kingcraft, will arrive after breakfast, sir." Sebastian tightened Ciel's bowtie.
"And after lunch—"
BWONG!
The Phantomhive servants and master watched at the front of the manor as Sebastian and an Asian man wearing a Tangzhuang faced each other, a tumbleweed rolling by.
The Asian waved and moved his hands in a barrage of fury. "Take this! Secret technique! The Beauties of Nature Blooming In Glory FIIIST!" The man charged at Sebastian with incredible speed, his hair flaring in the wind. Sebastian tugged down on his glove and looked down at the man.
In one swift motion, Sebastian had tattered the man's Tangzhuang and made him fall to his knees. The Asian man coughed blood onto the ground. "Th-That was the ultimate secret technique of our school…!" he coughed out. He whipped his head to look at Sebastian.
"When the fierce tiger and dragon roar, ten thousand flowers scatter and split fist…You fiend! Who the hell are you!" he shouted. Sebastian slowly turned to his fallen foe.
"I am the butler of the Phantomhive family. It goes without saying that I can manage a technique as elementary as this."
He turned and smiled at his young master. "…Now then, young master. As I have won this battle…Please review what you did today and prepare for tomorrow's lessons until dinnertime, as promised." Ciel clicked his teeth in annoyance. The servants stared in amazement.
The gardener's, Finnian, face glowed with excitement. "That was amazing, Sebastian! Today's the 50th win in a row!"
The house maid, Mey-Rin, clasped her face and blushed profusely. "You struck like water, Sebastian!"
The chef, Bardroy, smiled with a cigarette hanging from his lip. "This house's butler is amazing!"
Ciel sighed and rested his cheek on his knuckle. "And after I went to the trouble of going to mysterious lands to bring back an expert in Chinese martial arts…I thought for sure today would be the day I would see you down on your knees."
Sebastian chuckled as he smiled. "That is too bad." Ciel held out a cool glass of lemonade at his butler. "Anyway…Well done, Sebastian. Here, drink this…" he began. "In one gulp," he whispered with a mischievous smile. Sebastian took the glass. "Thank you," he said, doing as he was told.
"By the way," he began, setting down his glass. The servants were happily conversing about how great Sebastian was and things of the sort.
"What are all of you doing here?" he asked. The servants froze and paled.
"Finni!" Finni stood at attention. "Have you finished weeding the courtyard?" "Ah!" 'Apparently he had just remembered that.' Sebastian thought. "Mey-Rin!" She touched her fingers together. "How are the shirts in the laundry?" Mey-Rin blushed. "Uh…Um…" 'Most likely reduced to rubbish' he thought."Bard! Are dinner preparations going as they should?" Bard clicked his teeth and scratched his head sheepishly. Sebastian clenched his fists in anger.
"IF YOU HAVE TIME TO DALLY HERE, GO DO YOUR WORK!" he yelled, a vein popping in his forehead and horns on his head.
The servants ran away, tripping over each other and leaving a dust cloud behind from terror.
"Speaking of work…Sebastian." Sebastian looked at Ciel. Tanaka, the house steward, poured more of his lemonade into a glass.
"There was call from him in Italy." Ciel said bluntly, rising from his chair. Sebastian helped him out of it. "From Sir Clause?" he asked. "I need to talk to you about it." Ciel gestured his hand for his walking stick. "Come."
"As you wish."
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Ciel sat in a plush mahogany chair in the library, reading the newspaper. Sebastian stood in front of his desk, his eyebrow raised.
"And so, Sir Clause is coming directly to England?"
Ciel nodded.
"Yes. He rang to tell me he'd gotten ahold of what I'd asked for. It seems he went to a lot of trouble this time." He leaned back in the chair and crossed his legs. "He should arrive by six and we'll talk business in here." Ciel smirked and rested his chin on his knuckle. "Do you understand what this means, Sebastian?" Sebastian placed a hand over his heart, only bowing his head.
"Perfectly, sir. We will surely provide Sir Clause with the best hospitality."
"…By the way, young master…" Sebastian gripped his chest. An image of Tanaka laughing and holding lemonade showed in the background. "…Might I inquire as to what was in that lemonade?" "I seem to have a spot of heart burn,' he thought.
"It's lemonade with Tanaka's 'Special Unadulterated %$#. I stopped drinking it with one sip." Ciel explained. 'The sugar was different. And white…' he thought. Sebastian winced in pain before clearing his throat, a vein popping on his head. "Very well, sir. I shall begin the preparations. If you will excuse me…" Ciel looked back at the newspaper, reading about stocks and business. "Alright. I leave it to you." Sebastian tugged on his glove.
"Please do, sir."
The servants peeked from behind the wall, watching Sebastian leave. They looked at each other with gleams in their eyes, laughing evilly.
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"…So?"
"HOW! IN THE WORLD! DID THIS! HAPPEN!" Sebastian asked, pointing at the barren yard with nothing but a single tree, shattered china sets and cabinets, and burnt kitchen. He smiled evilly at the servants that cowered away from his stare.
"I was going to spray herbicide after I finished weeding…but the lid was open!" Finni cried as he remembered himself happily spraying the plants and whistling.
'The lawn got weeded too!' Sebastian thought.
"I was going to take the guest tea set out…but I stumbled and fell on the cart…" Mey-Rin said, her glasses cracked and a tear rolling out.
'She slammed into the china cabinet…' Sebastian thought.
"Well, see? There was raw meat lyin' there, so…I thought I'd cook it…" Bard explained, his hair in an afro.
'He cooked…the meat with a blowtorch!' Sebastian thought.
Sebastian sighed. "I understand." The servants continued to wail and apologize in the background. "I will finish setting up here. Even I have faults."
He put his knuckled to his lips and thought.
'…A garden without a hint of greenery, a shattered tea set, a charred main course.' He flicked open his pocket watch that bore the Phantomhive crest. 'We have a little less than 2 hours until his arrival.'
He put it away and returned his hand to his chin. 'I cannot obtain top quality meat or a tea set at this hour. What to do?' Sebastian turned away from the wailing servants.
"You should follow Mister Tanaka's example and act a little more like adu—" Sebastian's eyes widened in thought. He pointed at Tanaka.
'That's it!'
"Hoh hoh…Hoh…?"
Sebastian clapped his gloved hands together to get everyone's attention. "Please be quiet. Everyone. Listen closely to my instructions and carry them out immediately to the letter, understood?" he instructed, talking Tanaka's cup of tea.
"We shall make do with this."
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I am not exactly sure how long I was knocked out, but I'm sure it was a pretty long time because it was dark now. I looked all around me. Grell was gone. That bastard! And he was talking about ME leaving a woman alone! He's not even a woman! He is missing the 3 things that make up a woman! Who leaves a woman alone in the dark anyway? Next time I saw him, he was gonna get his ass beat. I looked down at my clothes.
"What the- -?"
Toutou, I don't think I'm in Macy clothing anymore.
My clothes were now replaced with a black dress and a white pinafore with puffed sleeves. I still had my stockings and high heels on, thank God. But then again the clothes I was wearing before weren't exactly Victorian era appropriate, were they? I scrambled to my bag and pulled it open, digging for my old clothes. I sighed in relief, but blushed profusely.
"Doesn't that mean Grell saw me almost in the nude?" I cringed at the thought. I pulled out a tiny piece of paper with directions on it.
Hope this will help. Grell
I crushed the paper in my fist in anger.
"You forgot to mention where this leads, you dumbass!"
"Eh?" peeped a voice. I spun around. Whoever it was had ducked from my sight.
Do you guys think that rapists in 188 are as brutal as rapists in the 21st century?
"Hello?" I call to the darkness. I noticed a large pair of green eyes peaking at me in the dark. I narrowed my eyes at them. "If you don't come out of the dark, I'll scream."
The person crawled out, scratching their head sheepishly. It was a boy…or young man…You know what, let's just call him a gardener. He had yellowish orange hair held back with red bobby pins, pale skin, a straw hat, and a plain shirt with plaid pants.
"Wait a minute…" It was coming back to me. "Is your name, well nickname, Finny?" I asked. He blinked at me in surprise. "Y-Yes…"
"You can take me to the Phantomhive manor, right?" "Yes…" I stood up and dusted off my maid outfit to find Celestial curled in a ball, sleeping. Apparently she was under my skirt. I grabbed my bags and gave him my best puppy dog face, my hands behind my back.
"Can you please take me there, Finnian?" I asked, batting my eyelashes. Finny clutched the bag in his hand, blushing profusely. He turned. "S-Sure." He led the way. I picked Celestial up and followed him.
Yay, now I'm not homeless!
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Damn, that walk was far. For Christ sake Ciel! Why are you such a loner? Can't you live closer? Not in the middle of nowhere!
Finny pushed open the door to the manor. He turned to me, blushing. "Um…Can you stay out here a little while? I'm sorry…" he apologized. I smiled. "No it's okay." I watched im enter the manor before frantically searching for my phone. I pulled out my wireless charger and put it in my phone. I pulled out my wireless charger and put it in my phone. I turned it on and prayed to every God I could think of.
One bar.
THANK YOU JESUS, ZEUS, BUDDHA, KALI, SHIVA, AND VERIZON!
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~Sebastian's P.O.V.~
Finnian came running down the hall, a vibrant smile on his face. "I got the pebbles and other things you wanted from the Garden shop!" he exclaimed. I grinned. This plan may work after all. "…Is that so? Good work I will do the final touches then." I took off my tailcoat and began to fold it.
"Leave the rest to me, and you all take a break. Make sure you do not – I repeat, DO NOT – touch a thing." I warned with a smile.
'He said it twice,' the servants thought.
Finny's eyes widened as if he remembered something of great importance. "Ah! That's right!" He grabbed my arm and proceeded to drag me towards the door. "Where are we going?" I asked him. I was not exactly sure if it was of great importance or not. "There's someone I have to show you!" he explained, pulling with greater force. "Who?" I pressed, now annoyed. I had more important things to do. "A girl!" he yelled. My brow raised.
"What girl?"
Sure enough, there was a woman sitting on the steps of the manor, twiddling her thumbs. She turned and smiled at Finny. "What took you so long?" she asked, standing up with her bags. Wait, bags? Did this woman honestly believe that she would be able to stay here? I do not even have time for this! The young master's guest is on his way! I gripped my head and rubbed my temples.
The woman then looked at me, her eyes growing wide in either fear or shock. I raised my brow.
Why is she staring at me like that?
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Why the hell is Sebastian here! That is the last person I wanted to run into right after he tried to kill me at every turn! But then again, he did say that he was Ciel's butler didn't he? I should have seen this coming. Wow I'm stupid.
He tilted his head at me. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, touching his face. I blushed and shook my head. "No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare like that…" I scratched my head sheepishly. He smirked. He flicked his pocket watch open and grunted in annoyance. "I do not have time for this right now!" He led me into the door, Finny following behind us. "I will have to deal with you later, I'm afraid." I raised my eyebrow at him. "Deal with me? What did I do?" Sebastian stopped and opened his pocket watch again. "Finny, please take her to one of the guest rooms while I go prepare dinner." Finny saluted.
Sebastian was talking to himself as he walked away. All I could pick out was "—id human. Showing up – guest coming – Annoying servants – Hate humanity." Angry much?
I looked at Finny. He stared back. I looked around the room. "Aren't you gonna take me to the guest room?" I asked. Finny blushed. "Ah, yes ma'am!" He ran up the stairs. I picked Celestial up and followed. He reminded me a lot of Felix.
Speaking of Felix, I need to kick his ass when I see him too.
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Sir Clause placed his hands on his hips, looking up at the illustrious manor before him. "My, my! Home is far from this!" He took off his hat and began to walk up the stairs of the manor. Ciel sat on the stairs, reading a book on economics. "And it's been a while since I've come here too." Clause continued. Ciel noticed him and closed his book. He stood and dusted off his clothing. "You made it, Clause," he greeted apathetically. Clause hugged him, patting him on the back. "Buona sera, Ciel! Have you been well? Have you grown a little taller?" Clause bombarded. Ciel led him up the stairs to the manor.
"I regret to say I have not."
Clause laughed, his smile warm. "I do beg your pardon! I'm glad you're doing fine." Ciel opened the door. "You seem to be doing well yourself."
All the servants were in the lobby, bowing and putting on their best smiles.
"Welcome, Sir Clause," they said in unison.
Sir Clause stared in amazement at the manor. "Oh…this is…You've made that mansion into something beautiful." Sebastian bowed before him. "We've been awaiting you, Sir Clause." Clause took off his jacket and smiled at Sebastian. "Sebastian! It's been awhile!" Finny smiled sweetly in his new vest. "I'll take you jacket~!" he sang. Clause looked at him. "It appears that there are more faces in this house, too?" He placed his hat on Finny's head.
"You must have much to discuss with my master. Dinner will be ready shortly..." Sebastian gestured to the door. "So please, right this way to the courtyard, sir." Clause tilted his head.
"The courtyard?"
Sebastian opened the door. "The young master has ordered us to entertain you for all the trouble experienced on his behalf during your journey, sir. I hope you find our efforts agreeable. Clause walked into the courtyard to see and illustrious Japanese garden.
"Please make yourself at home." Sebastian said, smiling.
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Yes, I'm lost. I got hungry and decided to go find the kitchen, sue me. I wandered around the manor, searching for my room. The only problem was that all the doors were the same. I mean all of them! I sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed my arms.
"Okay my room is back there so maybe I should just go back…" My stomach growled obnoxiously. I sighed. I had to go back to my room.
I opened the door and jumped in terror.
"…THAT IS DONBURI!"
I rushed to the window and looked out. All I saw was a Japanese garden and people. Sebastian was apparently explaining whatever Donburi is. I swear to time traveling that there were Ukiyo-e waves behind him and samurais and ships. Or I was high. I shook my head. I reached into my bag and pulled out a notepad of blank paper. I withdrew a pencil and began to draw a map, opening the door with my foot.
I was not going to get lost this time.
I checked off each guest room, drawing boxes for them. When I reached the large chamber door, I froze. Maybe I shouldn't go in…I drew a large box for it before going back towards the guest rooms and stairway. I'll go explore that room later.
YES! I found the kitchen! It took four dead ends, 1 stumble down the stairs, 14 empty rooms, and 3 give ups but I found it! It was in the basement. Why didn't I think of that?
Anyway, I was dying of hunger so I put some water in the kettle and made some coffee. Since I had some more free time while the kettle made water (God I miss technology) I made myself some coffee cake as well. Sebastian walked in with a murderous look that sent a chill down my spine. In his hands was a wine stained table cloth. A cook and Finny dragged in an unconscious maid, followed by an old man. Sebastian raised his eyebrow at me.
"You again?" I waved, taking my coffee cake out of the refri—I mean ice box. "Who were you expecting? Did you think I would just leave?" I asked, cutting myself a slice of cake. Sebastian tilted his head. "I'm just surprised that you were able to find the kitchen on your own, Miss-?" he began. "Oh, I'm Louis. Louis Maylon. And I made a map of the place since you just dumped me in some random guest room. Not even asking why I was here or if I was hungry…" I explained. The kettle began to steam so I poured myself the coffee. I looked down at the maid and tilted my head. "What happened to her?"
The cook looked up at me. "The lit'le miss passed out. Not exactly sure why, but oh well."
Sebastian put his knuckle to his chin in thought. "Where have I heard that name before?" he muttered. "What?" I asked. He waved it off. "Nothing." He put the tablecloth down on the table before he took off his tailcoat and began to make dessert.
"Wow! It looks delicious!" said Finny and the cook as they hovered over each other. Even though I knew Sebastian was a mindless, heartbreaking, psycho hot guy, it looked pretty damn good. It made my coffee cake look like throw up.
Finny and the cook (I wonder what his name is) looked at it intently. "It smells good!"
Their stomachs growled along with mine.
Sebastian sighed in defeat. He was trying to drown them out but it obviously failed.
"If you behave yourselves like good little children for just a bit longer, I shall give you some as a reward." He looked at me, smiling. "And if you are a good guest then you may get some also."
I rolled my eyes. "No thank you. I'll be fine," I snapped back, sipping my coffee. My stomach growled obnoxiously again. "Shut up, you. I need to lose 4 pounds anyway." Finny jumped up and cheered. "Yay!" What they didn't see is that the old guy had already started eating them. Sucks to be them.
Sebastian picked up the desserts and placed them on a cart, leaving. The cook looked me up and down. "What are you doin' here, anyway?" he asked. That's a very good question. What am I doing here?
"Well. I needed a place to stay so I decided why not the Phantomhive manor…" I said. It wasn't the real reason but I can't say 'Well my little brother who is apparently an Alchemist wants me to correct something in the past to save the future or whatever.' Something like that.
He would immediately usher me off to the loony bin!
"What's your name?" I asked, teasing Finny with my cake. Every time he would reach for it, I would raise it higher.
"The name's Bardroy. Call me 'Bard'," he answered. I nodded. "Don't you have a guest to attend to?" I asked. He smacked his head. "That's right!"
Finny snatched the cake out of my hands, eating it with his hands. The maid made gurgling noises.
"Hoh hoh…hoh…" was all I got out of the old guy.
I worry about the people of this house…
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Sebastian walked through the halls of the manor, rubbing his head. Dinner may have been a complete success, but it was worth too much trouble. He sometimes asks himself why he even bothered to go find those incompetent servants. Sebastian senses perked up went into the kitchen. It was completely spotless. He walked around and ran his finger along the sink and table.
Not a speck of dirt was on his finger.
The tablecloth on the table caught his attention. He rubbed his finger on it to find salt covering the stain. The salt was completely dyed red. Sebastian dusted off the salt to see the tablecloth spotless as well.
'Who did this?' he asked himself. He walked on.
Sebastian walked down the hall, searching for the mystery cleaner. He noticed that the light to the study was still on. He looked inside to find the guest inside.
And in other words, go away narrator!
He saw me. You see, I have OCD and I was walking back to my room with the help of my handy dandy map when I saw the study covered with books! That really pissed me off so I had to clean! I don't why people call OCD a disorder when everyone has it!
I took all the books down, and there were A LOT, and decided to put them in alphabetic order before putting them back on the selves. But that was annoying me more so I put them in genre order too. Sebastian raised his eyebrow at me. "May I ask what you're doing?" I spun around and stepped down from the chair I was using. I should probably clean that chair off. It looks expensive…
"I'm just cleaning up the place. What, I'm not in trouble am I?" I asked. I'm not sure if England was woman friendly yet. Sebastian chuckled. "So I am guessing you are the one who cleaned the kitchen and tablecloth also?" I nodded. Did I mention that I have severe OCD?
Sebastian walked over to me and took the book out of my hand, his gloved hand brushing on mine. Of course, I blushed like some idiotic fangirl.
Okay. I am making a pact with myself, right now. I REFUSE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH SEBASTIAN BECAUSE HE IS A PSYCHOTIC NYMPHOMANIAC!
Sebastian smiled warmly. "I thank you for the help. You can return to your room, Miss Louis." He bowed to me. My blush deepened. "N-No problem," I stammered out, putting hair behind my ear. Damn this guy. I quickly went to my room.
Sebastian looked at the book in his hand and smiled. "It seems the young master has provided me with a little entertainment without even knowing…" He licked his lips. He set the book down on the table, walking out to go dress his young master for bed.
The book on the table was entitled *Decameron.
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Ciel watched his butler carefully as Sebastian buttoned up his shirt. Sebastian was wearing a warm smile unlike his usual fake one. "What is it?" Ciel asked, raising his brow at him. Sebastian finished on the last button and held the candelabra. "Oh, it is nothing young master. I was just thinking of how interesting tomorrow will be for you."
"How so?"
"Well…there is someone that I wish for you to meet…"
Ciel tilted his head. "Who would that be?"
"A very entertaining human…"
Yay!This may have taken me three days since I was interrupted every 30 seconds but at least I finished. I am actually not sure whether or not this chapter was totally awesome. I feel like it was rushed, so tell me because I have had a lot on my mind lately so yea…Oh before I forget! Decameron is a book by Boccacioa bout 7 young women and 3 men who escape the Black plague and tell stories every night about everything under the sun for soothing reasons. I put this in because Sebastian caused the Black Plague. Blah, blah, blah…GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY! NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER!
P.S. I was thinking of drawing all of the characters I have created in the story so far...but I'm lazy