PP12: Brand new story everyone!
So this will be my fourth Kuroshitsuji story I will be writing, inspired by fan art I saw of Sebastian dressed as a doctor (cue fangirl squeal!) Summary says all.
Before you read this:
The story is set in the modern AU. Also Sebastian is not a demon, along with shinigamis or any person with powers etc; they are put as humans in this story.
Andfinally, the reason why I put less description in appearance of my OC is because originally I was planning to make this story into a reader insert fic, but when I put up the original version I was kindly reminded that they weren't allowed. So what she looks like is basically up to you readers, that way you can just replace her name (Honey Fairfax) with your name instead.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Kuroshitsuji; they are respectfully owned by Yana Toboso and the only character I own is the OC.
Okay that's all. Please enjoy.
There was the sound of an alarm clock beeping loudly, forcing the young teenager to open her eyes after sleeping like there was no tomorrow in her warm bed. She gazed at the alarm clock beside her that displayed in digital numbers 6:00 and lazily slammed her hand on the snooze button. Snuggling in the duvet she tried to ignore her sub-conscious constantly telling her to get up and get ready for the day, but there was no need, because later she heard her mother calling her name from downstairs.
"Honey! It's 6 AM! Get up! Get up!"
She shifted in her bed really not in the mood to go to school; after all, she never enjoyed it. The teenager heard her mother shouting again and groaned when she realised that she wouldn't give up easily. She slowly rose from her bed and inhaled as she flung the duvet from her body, shivering when the warmth left her instantly and the cold air touched her skin.
"Winter, I hate you so much," the girl muttered irritably as her bare feet touched the floor. A yawn escaped her lips as she stretched her arms and tiredly walked out of the room after she heard her mother shout the third time.
"I'm coming!" she responded as she raced downstairs and greeted her in the kitchen, sitting at the bench table as her mother prepared breakfast.
"Good morning sweetheart," her mother said placing a plate of buttered and jammed toast in front of her. "You'd best hurry or you will be late for school again."
"Yeah, I know," her daughter sighed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Grabbing the toast she left the kitchen and ran back upstairs to her room with the piece of toast compressed within her teeth, ignoring her mother's protests to eat in the kitchen. The teenage girl sorted out her uniform and laid them out on the bed; a red and grey plaited skirt, a white blouse and red jumper, and underclothes. As she dressed herself she planned in her thoughts about how she could possibly skip a day at school and stay at home in her glorious bed. Begging was out of the question. She thought about pretending to be sick and shrugged her shoulders with satisfaction.
"It's worth a shot," she murmured.
After the girl dressed herself she stood in front of the mirror and gazed at her reflection. How she hated her uniform, it just wasn't her taste. She grabbed a hairbrush and brushed the tangled locks of her bed-hair into a side pony-tail and frowned. That hairstyle didn't suit her at all. Sighing she pulled out the hairband and applied a bit of lip gloss before heading downstairs to perform her amazing acting skills.
Her mother was reading a magazine when she entered the kitchen. Taking a deep breath, she gave it a go.
"*cough cough* Hi mum," she started in a raspy voice.
"Hello darling," her mother replied not taking her eyes off the articles in the magazine.
"I *cough* think I have a *cough* fever." The teenager placed a hand over her mouth and coughed some more until her mother finally lifted her head and looked at her blankly.
"I may not be an actress, but that is the worst acting I have ever seen in my life, and I've seen Mr Sutcliff," she said raising an eyebrow, "Are you trying to get a day off?"
The girl widened her eyes. Huh. She can really see through me.
"*cough* No I'm *cough* serious-"
"Nice try, but you're going to school. Now hurry and get your bag or you'll be late for your bus."
The girl pouted and returned upstairs in defeat. Well that went disastrous, she thought as she swung her bag over her shoulder. She glanced at the tossed duvet on the bed.
"I'll be back my love!" she shouted dramatically and walked out the room preparing for six boring hours of boredom. Rushing downstairs she gave her mother a kiss on the cheek which she returned with a hug.
"Remember, you have your check-up at the hospital this afternoon," she reminded her, "Go there straight after school."
"Kay, fine," the girl answered as she headed outside to meet the chilly winter morning air. She closed the door behind her and watched the cloud of warm air escape her mouth as she breathed. Winter was her least favourite season, except for the fact people could stay at home where it was warm.
The teenage girl grumbled. So why am I going to school then?!
A bus drove down the road and she flagged it down when it approached the stop. She forced a smile for the bus driver but it disappeared when she heard a familiar voice shouting to the top of his lungs.
"Hey Honey! How's my girl?"
She cursed silently when she recognised the voice that belonged to her ex-boyfriend, Alois Trancy, who was sitting at the back waving his arm with a wide smile. Her eyes scanned for an empty seat but to her disappointment all the seats were full and the only free one was the seat Alois sat next to. He patted it with his hand invitingly and the teenager sighed, straightened herself and sat beside him.
"Hi Alois," she greeted politely yet awkwardly.
"Hey you. I missed you during the holidays," Alois smiled shifting closer to her, and the teenager shifted further from him.
"That's nice," she responded with a difficult smile.
"I've been trying to call you but you never answered!" he pouted and she looked apologetically at him.
"Yeah sorry, my phone was broken."
That was a lie, she just blocked him after the two-hundredth call. She knew the reason them two broke up was because of the amount of possessiveness he had towards her. Before that he was a sweet person and his protectiveness was what made him actually quite adorable, but soon it turned into overprotectiveness and he hated anyone who became 'close' with her and even threatened to gauge their eye sockets. Of course she promised to remain friends with him, but as far as she could tell he wasn't willing to remain just friends.
"So….how's life?" the girl asked hoping to change the subject.
Alois sighed, "It's been better."
"Since when?"
"Since we were going out."
Crap. Talk about changing the subject. The teenage girl cleared her throat and looked away from him.
"Oh yeah, those were….those were-"
"Such good times, I know," Alois interrupted. The bus suddenly came to a halt in front of a school and the teenager heard one part of her mind yelling 'Run! Run or he'll ask more questions!' but her conscious interfered telling her it would be rude if she left her ex-boyfriend who was clearly excited to see her. She remained in her seat as the students made their way towards the door. She felt a hand clutch hers and Alois smiled brightly at her.
"Did you miss me babe?" he asked and she noticed that most of the students have left and she stood up.
"Yeah, yeah I did," the girl answered.
But again, that was a lie.
PP12: As always reviews are welcome :) No flames though!