Where's My Wonderland?
Chapter The Second: Plain Cake and Clumsy Maids
To say that Meyrin was clumsy was the understatement of the millennia. She was a walking, talking, floppy rag doll the seemed to knock everything over. She could barely see with her glasses, and Jada was tired of the sounds of glass breaking.
The girl by herself was fine. Pleasant, even, but put her in a hallway full of glass antiques carrying a heavy backpack and a coat, and you have a recipe for disaster.
"Meyrin, please let me carry my stuff!" Jada begged for the fourth time, as the clumsy maid bumped into the wall.
"Oh, no, Miss! I can't have a guest carry their own bags, oh no, Sebastian would have my head, yes he would." Meyrin smiled at Jada, but then she tripped on the carpet and fell inside one of the open doors.
Jada's things were on the floor, so she picked them up.
"I-I'm so sorry Miss, I tripped!" Meyrin curstied, her head down in shame.
Jada laughed and waved her up. "Don't do that! It's fine. Tripping is alright."
Meyrin just nodded, then looked around the room.
"Oh! This is the guest room, oh yes it is!" The maid squealed in delight. The room was a light, cheerful blue. The bed was large, and looked comfortable. The bedsheets matched the walls, and there was a small chestnut wardrobe on the left wall. Jada smiled and she picked up a picture off the fireplace mantle.
It was Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive, they were smiling and Rachel had a baby in her arms.
"Ciel..." She whispered. Meyrin was standing silently behind her.
"Miss? We should get you dressed, you will get cold in those, yes you will." The clumsy maid grinned and opened the wardrobe doors.
"Should I chose one for you?"
Jada nodded, "Yes. That'd be nice." She said absent-mindedly. She was still holding onto the picture, and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.
Suddenly Jada heard a large crash.
"Meyrin!"
"Oh, no, I'm alright, don't you worry about me!" The maid stood up and brushed off her apron.
"Now, about this dress.. " Meyrin got a dangerous glint in her eyes, but Jada could not see it over her glasses. Jada turned her back to Meyrin, and picked up a dress.
"What about this o-"
Jada was cut off as Meyrin knocked her over.
"I'll make you look pretty, oh yes I will!"
"Oh my gods! No! Meyrin! STOP!"
Ciel looked up at the ceiling from his desk and sighed. The constant crashes around the manor were welcome distractions from the boring paperwork. He put his pen down and shook his hand, it was starting to ache.
"Sebastian! Where's my cake?" He whined, sitting back and laying his head on his desk.
There was a knock on the door, the the demon walked in carrying a small plate. "I apologize for taking so much time, but there was a problem."
"You took care of it, I gather?" Ciel did not look up, and he closed his eyes.
"Of course, bocchan. What kind of a butler would I be if I couldn't take care of simple problems?"
Ciel snorted, sitting up and looking expectant.
Sebastian placed a small, plain looking cake in front of Ciel.
"What the bloody hell is this?!"
"A cake, sir."
"Sebastian..." Ciel growled. "I wanted something sweet, this does not look sweet at all."
"Please, taste it bocchan."
Sceptically, he cut off a small piece of the cake and lifted the fork up to his mouth. Ciel hesitated for a moment, then put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up and he quickly finished the cake.
"That was good." Ciel pushed the small plate away. "Why did it look so plain?"
"Forgive me, I was in quite a hurry."
Ciel waved him off. "I don't care. How is our guest?"
"Meyrin had trouble dressing her, she refused to wear a corset." Sebastian picked up the plate, and then noticed a crumb on Ciel's face. He leaned in and wiped it off with a gloved thumb.
"Sebastian?"
"You had a crumb on your face, bocchan."
Sebastian's eye twitched as he heard sound coming from down the hall. At first Ciel could not hear it but as they grew closer and closer the sounds got louder.
Ciel was staring at the door from behind his butler, and he could make out two voices screaming.
"No! NO! Take it off!"
"Sit still! I can't do anything with you running, no! Miss! Please slow down!"
Suddenly the door opened and Jada flew in, slamming it shut behind her and locking it.
She turned around, panting. Her dress was falling off her shoulders, and the corset strings were tangled all around her.
Ciel coughed to cover up his embarrassing squeak. Why did this girl keep appearing naked?
"I'm sorry." Strands of her hair were stuck to her wet forehead. "I didn't think anyone was in here..."
Jada sighed and pulled up the dress over her shoulders, then realized what room she was in.
"Oh my stars, this is your study!" She squealed, clapping her hands and rushing over to Ciel's desk. She ran her hands gently over the surface. Jada had always longed to know how this desk felt, and was pleased. It was smooth and glass like, soft and hard all at once.
"Stop caressing it like that!" Ciel snapped, stepping away from Sebastian. "And yes, this is my study. How did you know?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Jada grinned, and we sat down in his chair. She ran her hands up and down the armrests, and closed her eyes.
Ciel cleared his throat. How dare this girl barge into his private study without invitation and sit in his chair? Then he took a deep breath. Anger was not the best option.
"There is a question I've been wanting to ask all evening, Miss Jada." Ciel began, jumping up to sit on the edge of his desk.
"How did you end up in my garden?"
Jada knew it was coming. She knew what he was thinking, too. Jada West can't understand normal people, but she knew this boy inside and out. So she tired to come up with something he would believe.
"I'm not sure, really. I was in school one moment, then something hit me, I think. Then I woke up to your horrid playing. And I'm sure there was something else...something important that I can't remember..."
She knew a lie would not convince Ciel, but the truth would. He watched her face as she spoke, and it only confirmed that she was being truthful.
"It's alright, do not strain yourself, my lady." Sebastian piped up, "I'm sure it will come back to you in due time."
"Your voice burns my ears. Be quiet." Jada said that, but what she really was thinking was, 'Keep talking, you sexy beast.'
Ciel snorted and attempted to hold off his laughter as Sebastian sniffed and stepped back.
"Apologies, my lady." He growled, and his eyes flashed red as he bowed.
"Where do you live? You are obviously American, which part of it are you from?" Ciel abruptly asked, pushing a strand of navy blue hair out of his face.
"Uh, New Orleans. I lived there with my mother and my sister."
"Lived?"
Jada froze. She did not know what to say. How was she going to explain she was not from this century?
She couldn't. So she didn't.
"I don't know where they are right now...and I don't know how I got here. Just..." She sighed and shifted in Ciel's chair.
"How do you sit in this thing? It's uncomfortable and stiff!" She hopped up, frowning down at it.
"It was my father's chair." Ciel said quietly. He looked down, the patterns on the rug suddenly fascinating.
Jada smiled sadly, starting to lift her hand but grabbed it back. "Oh."
"Sebastian, I want you to get passage back to America for her, see that she gets home unharmed."
Ciel wasn't doing this out of kindness, Jada knew that much. He just wanted her out of the way.
"No! They're here! My father is here! I need to find him..."
That sounded like a lie, and it was. Jada didn't want to leave the Phantomhive manor, not when she had just gotten here.
Ciel sighed. "What's his name?"
"I don't know. I never knew him." That was true. Her father had gone missing just after she was born.
"Great..." Ciel got off his desk and walked over to the window. "Sebastian? I believe our dinner guest is here."
Sebastian nodded. "I will go to meet him. Please follow me." He turned on his heels and started walked briskly out the door.
Ciel turned to Jada "Stay in here, or not. Just don't interfere, I don't want you embarrassing me."
She nodded then he turned to follow his butler's coattails.
Dinner guest, eh? Jada's smile was one that would give a child nightmares.
This was going to be interesting.
A/N: Wow! :3 I was surprised at the feedback this little story's gotten already. It made me happy. :D
And just so we're clear, I don't want this story to be like a lot of the others, where the girl ends up with Sebby and hates dresses and is so beautiful and everybody wants her and we could go on and on. So if that's what you were expecting, stop reading.
Jada West is thirteen years old, in cause you've forgotten. No century old demons for her. Not even if they're sexy.
They may be romance, but we'll just have to wait and see.
Please review and tell me what you think! Reviews are like ice cold water just after a trek in the desert.
~ whovianfangirl
10/28/14