Ayame Maaka: Hey guys. Um yeah I'm going to not make up some lame excuse. School, basically, and I will be having a tea room party on Saturday as a belated birthday party. I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
~Chapter 6 'The tutor's sister causes chagrin.' (I don't think I put a title up last time. )
Ayame had gotten up early this morning; it had been a week since her sixteenth birthday. She was currently going through books in the Phantomhive's personal library that was collected by the late Phantomhives. Subjects varied from underground conspiracies, law cases, historical accounts, other old records, and even child care books read by Rachel Phantomhive, Ciel's mother. When Ciel had told Sebastian to examine the contents of the books from the abandoned church, he'd decided to bring some back. They were now in library's record. And so, Ayame was skimming them for some hidden details. Gabriel's words echoed in her head. She sighed, shaking her head slightly. Her pendant started to glow again; crap she'd forgotten to recite the Shema this morning. So she quickly said it, for Shalom.
The door cracked open making an eeerrrkk sound. Ayame glanced up from her scholarly studies thinking it was Sebastian. 'Come to have bothered me eh?' she thought. But, instead she saw her sister Annastia walk in rushing towards her. "Watcha doing Alex?" the little soon to be three-year-old asked. "Reading." Ayame replied curtly. "Oh." Another minute of awkward silence passed between the agnate siblings. Ayame finding something smiled, and put her book down putting a bookmarker in. Suddenly the devilish butler came waltzing in. "Found something?" he asked her. "Yes, see right here? On page 225 it says, 'the bride, is adorned in white dove's feathers; whilst, the bridegroom is adorned in black crow's feathers. ''she a daughter of Eve, with the face of Lilith must be vigilant; the time will come when all could be lost.' "Sebastian held a thoughtful expression. "So have you figured out what it means yet?" he asked. "I don't want to jump to conclusions, until I'm absolutely sure." The tutor said. "Alright then love." He said leaning in for a kiss. Annastia was watching with intent interest. "Woah, woah we can't!" Ayame said backing away waving her arms in the air like a bird. "Why ever not?" Sebastian inquired with a smirk on his face. 'don't tell me you're the prudish type.' He thought to her. 'Hell no!' she thought swore. Sebastian kept on smirking at the horrid pun. "I was also reading up on relationships of this time-period, and courting. When you're courting you can't show affection in that manner." Ayame surmised. (A/N yes, it's true and that would suck.) "Fine, fine I'll just steal a kiss from you while you're sleeping." The butler said with a smirk. "That's even worse!" Ayame exclaimed. "Yes, but stolen kisses are the sweetest." Said the demon. All the while the tutor's young sister had been listening to this conversation. She ran out to tell everyone, about how her sister was marrying the black clad handsome prince charming. Which everybody was already aware of already.
After she came back to study returning from a trip to the bathroom, Ayame discovered to her horror Sebastian was in his tutor outfit with a pointer tapping a pile of texts. "What's all of this?" she asked afraid. "It'd be best for you to continue your studies along with the young master." He gestured to the grumbling earl, who was leering over a math textbook. "You shall continue with your lady's studies, along with history." The tutor-butler said. "Why history?" Ayame asked curiously. "You like history yes? And, also because your knowledge of it doesn't go past the dark ages." He said with a cruel smile. "Oh, boy I can hardly wait what first?" Ayame said sarcastically. "First is French. You told me when you were back in your era you had 'bombed' your last exam yes?" Ayame sighed in utter defeat. This was going to be a long day. "
"No, no, no." "Your grammar is off; you have to put en after y. Let's try this. 'Il y a quelques eleves dans ma salle de classe. Combien de il y a ? " Ayame raised her hand. "Oui, Alix?" "Il y a deux d'eux. " Ayame said. "Excellent."* said the polyglot butler. Next, was art, Ayame drew a portrait of a stray cat, and Sebastian gave her an A+. Ciel was swearing, and wheezing to get the abomination out of his estate. Then music came up. Ayame had played the piano for a time, when she was nine. But, she loathed it and didn't get pasted learning to read basic sheet-music. So Sebastian after hearing her scales demonstration gave up with a sigh. Finally was the last subject dance. There were going to have to waltz. 'Like hell I can learn this crud in time for the next ball.' She thought. Ayame was thinking, this would be to awkward. So Sebastian decided to let her study a good book he found one the subject.* (read it) 'She needs to memorize the foot patterns anyway.' He thought to himself.
Annastia unseen, had in the mean time, ransacked her older sister's room. Her journal had been taken again. It had her inter most thoughts in writing. Let's face it the newest entries were filled with young wild imaginings. If ever Ciel, or heaven forbid the black butler read it well. Fate seemed to be cruel to Ayame at the moment, and Sebastian came to keep tabs on the active toddler. "Read me this story Uncle Sebastian please." the young naïve girl requested. Unbeknownst to Ayame, who had came in soon after. "Sebastian what are you reading?" she asked cautiously. "Well I was going to read this to your sister, but now that I look at it I don't think the contents is appropriate." He said looking over to the young tutor. "What's wrong with it?" she asked. The little girl peered upon the pages words. "Alge, what's French kissing?" she asked seriously. "She can read?" Sebastian asked astounded. 'That's quite interesting.' Ayame blushed, and fled the room quickly. "Hey, aren't you going to answer her question?" called Ciel; who had been listening the whole time. "Go back, and do your work bocchan." His butler admonished. "Yes, Sebastian." The young boy sighed, his fun over.
*French: (S) In my classroom there are a few students. How many are there? Yes Alex?
(A) There are two. (Basically.)
(S) Excellent. (True cognate.)
2. * online book .gov/cgi-bin/ampage?collId=musdi&fileName=&recNum=117&itemLink=r?ammem/musdibib:field(NUMBER+band(musdi+102))&linkText=0