This fan fiction will be in 3rd person for most of the time unless I state otherwise. I simply wanted to say this because I've read so many stories that made me confused as to what point of view the author is writing in. And, if you haven't already figured it out, bold letters mean it's an Author's Note. If you notice me use the word "ya'll", it's because I'm from Texas, so it's difficult for me to imagine how other people talk. I might make the main character from Texas so that I can get away with using that word, but I'm hesitant to do so. I know that when I'm reading a book that has the main character from a foreign country or New York, I always read it in a ridiculously unrealistic, exaggerated accent. That has made me dislike a lot of books, so I'll refrain from using those words, or any strictly American words.
Sorry about last chapter. I was going to make it a prologue, but then I remembered that, since the chapters are already numbered, the numbers would be off by one, which bugged be a lot, so I just called it chapter one. Sorry if you were disappointed. I think this chapter is better anyways. Although, I do apologize in advance for the script. I had to stick to the story line at first, so it's sort of just reciting the dialogue. With some added scenes, of course.
~ClaritaNox
Sienna's lungs began to burn, yearning for refreshing oxygen.
Running was not her forte. Despite having gone through seraph training , strengthening her new body was painful. Humans were hardcore, doing sprints every day? No, she definitely did not agree to that upon arrival.
She huffed, but resisted continuing the action to avoid cramping up . She leaned forward, racing toward the finish line, the line to freedom. Sienna felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle, goosebumps covering her arms.
She ignored her reaction completely. They always had the worst timing. No way was she gonna leave the race for some stupid summoning. A big-ass portal popped up in front of her, but she disregarded it like an annoying ad.
If the big guy himself sent it, she'd be in big trouble for ignoring it. She scoffed, oh well, she had sone high ranking connections, he'd cut her some slack.
If it wasn't his creation...
She sent a small blast to the portal-thingy-majig, and smirked when she saw it flicker. She was not falling for that trick, no, she had heard of it from Audrey, a total gossip girl. What dumbass thought she was so easily fooled ? She grinned.
Charging forward, she dove directly into the portal, human audience mystified. After all, these sorts of things didn't just casually appear out of nowhere. Whatever, she brushed it off, time to wreak havoc.
Sienna was no genius, but she was fairly sure nobody in England used a horse-drawn carriage. Nor did they wear dresses with countless layers of petticoats. Something fishy was definitely going on, and it wasn't the fact that she was hiding behind a man selling goldfish.
The woman spotted a newspaper stand not too far away. If she could get a hold of one , she'd be able to recognize the time period, though she'd already estimated the mid 1800's. She looked around the street. Everyone would be able to see her. As long as she acted confident, like she belonged, she would be perfectly fine...she hoped. Sienna dashed across the sidewalk, weaving between people to get to her destination. Just as her fingers brushed the paper, a hand firmly grasped her wrist
"Don't you go stealing from my store! Oh no! I won't allow it!"An old many waved a rolled up newspaper around as if it were a magic wand.
"I'm sorry," she said, shuffling her feet and peering up at him. Her form appeared much younger than she predicted, but she did have a bit of help from her llama ghost friends. They were always such a big help. Casper had a movie made about him, but he was just a stubborn meanie. She actually favored his uncles-or was it cousins?- over him. No, were they his brothers. Eh, whatever. The blue guys.
The man's eyes remained wild. He appeared to be some sort of mad scientist. His gray tufts of hair stuck out in all directions uncontrollably.
Sienna grimaced in sympathy. Poor guy. She hoped he at least washed his hair every once in awhile.
"I didn't mean to trouble you." she said, feigning shame as her toe drew circles on the ground. He smile, hidden by her thick hair, grew as she sensed him cracking under her act. He was exactly where she wanted him to be.
He handed her a newspaper, spatting at her.
"Take it, you dumb brat!"
"Thank you, sir" Sienna says thankfully, already planning a way to curse this man with something. He should respect his elders. Kids had no respect these days, she scoffed.
She was way older than him! And she didn't ever act like that, despite her age. Then again, Sienna would most likely slowly turn into one of his kind if she had to wear those god awful corsets. Ugh. She could just imagine her lungs squishing against each other as the corset tightened.
The guy wore a plain grey corset under his white lab coat. As far as she was concerned, he was just the type of guy she'd like to associate with. The weird people were always the most fun ones. And the ones with the most secrets. She could only imagine the time machine and other miracle inventions the guy had made in his lifetime. Nah, just kidding. The closest he had ever been to success was when he was working as a servant.
She skipped away, straight into a dark alley, which, in hindsight, wasn't the greatest idea. A shadow loomed over her, causing her smile to flatten. Her lip curled, knowing exactly what his intentions were. Did he think his size was an advantage?
He was no small person. His belly hung over his trousers rather unattractively, and he stumbled over his own feet, an obvious drunken mess. His slurred words barely audible, he reached for the girl. She dodged swiftly, resulting in the drunk's rising anger. He lunged sluggishly for her, again, only to get nowhere as she continued to dodge. Once more, his shadow grew over her, and she could smell the choking scent of alcohol. She retched to the side, cursing his hobby of drinking beer.
"I need you to do well -very well- , during dinner tonight," Sebastian said firmly
"He said it twice..."
"OH, that's serious" Finny whisper-yelled.
Mey-Rin shrieked.
Sebastian left, presumably to serve the master, and pushed open the grand wooden doors.
"Pardon the interruption, but dinner is served" Sebastian said.
"Out in that exquisite stone garden?" The Italian man remarked. "Shall we go, my lord?" He questioned as he rose from his seat.
Ciel pursed his lips "Very well. We'll finish the game later
"Is there any real need to finish it? It's obvious I'm going to lose"
"I'm not in the habit of abandoning games halfway through."
"How childish" mutters under his breath.
Ciel, hearing the remark, turned to him, glaring threateningly.
"Um, I mean, sometimes it takes a child's eyes to see what's really important" He recovers. "It's a true that's what's made the Phantomhive's the nation's foremost toy makers. It certainly impresses me" he said.
Caught up in his mistake, he failed to notice the flat look Sebastian gave him.
Just a few minutes later, the pair took a seat in the stone garden.
"On tonight's menu is a dish of a finely sliced raw beef donburi, courtesy of our chef Baldroy" Sebastian announced, though he knew Baldroy only sliced and layered the meat. The useless jock was exactly that, useless.
Mr. Damiano looked appalled at the. "A pile of raw beef. And this is dinner?" He sneered, turning up his nose at the dish.
It was insulting that the Earl Phantomhive, a mere child, thought so lowly of him.
"Of course, but surely you have heard of it" Sebastian stated in a questioning manner. Mr. Damiano stuttered at the spotlight now placed on him.
"This, Good sir," he said "Is a traditional Japanese delicacy. A dish offered as a sign of gratitude to someone who has accomplished important work. That is the wonder of donburi!" he exclaimed passionately.
The guest, horrified by the lecture, slid further down his chair.
Sebastian danced around the man "This is a token from our master, to show his thanks for your hard work. He wanted you to know that it is much appreciated."
The servants lurking behind a bush discussed the situation.
"Now that's our Sebastian for you." Finny says, in awe
"He saved the day" Bard whispers.
"Excellent. What an inspiring idea! The legendary Phantomhive hospitality in action" the guest shouted.
"The wine we are pouring tonight was specially selected to complement the flavor of soy sauce." He states calmly "Mey-Rin" He motioned for her, getting a hum in response. "Now Mey-Rin" He chides
The maid fidgeted uncomfortably under his gaze "Yes, sir?"
"Why are you just standing there? Pour them a glass of wine" Sebastian hissed
"Of course! Yes, sir!"she shouted, mortified.
"Hey," Bard said
"What?"
"Is it just me, or is Mey-Rin acting a little strange?" Bard questions.
She was acting more clumsy and nervous than normal, he notices. She also blushed a lot more often.
"Do you think she fancies Sebastian?"
"Mr. Sebastian?"
Mey-Rin whimpered."Sebastian is watching me. I can't take it. Don't look at me that way"
She clamored to pour the wine, though her aim was poor. Seeing this, Finny and Bard panicked at the mess, knowing they'd be in big trouble later.
"Mey-Rin" The blonde boy whisper-yelled. "Stop it. Can't you see you're spilling the wine?"
Ciel's eyes were wide in horror as he watched the wine soil the lavender tablecloth. Sebastian's sharp crimson eyes watched as a single drop of wine falls off the edge of the table. The red beverage splattered over the tablecloth. Just as it makes contact, Sebastian, at the head of the table, pulled the cloth smoothly.
His young master gaped, the servants' expressions not too far off.
Mr. Damiano swallowed the rest of the food and gasped when he noticed the missing cloth. "Where did the tablecloth go?" he stuttered.
"A speck of dirt...most unsightly. I had the cloth removed so it wouldn't distract us." Ciel stated
Sebastian, face emotionless and a tablecloth tucked and folded under his arms, soothed his distress. "Think nothing of it"
"Please accept my apologies, sir" Sebastian states, bowing in respect. "Do continue. Enjoy the meal at your leisure."
"Ooh. Oh my." he laughed boisterously "Lord Phantomhive, once again you have truly impressed me. What an able butler you have acquired" he complimented.
"Pay him no mind. He merely acted as befits one of my servants" the young master dismissed his awe.
"My master is quite correct about that. Naturally. You see, I am simply one hell of a butler." he smiled at the pun.
" You need to take same lessons from Tumblr. I'm not joking, they actually have some funny people on there. Besides, you should tone it down a little so only smart people understand them." Sienna scoffed, immediately reminded of her classmate "Even Dan could understand that"
The girl shook her head "And he was no smart person, either. "
In fact, he was what one would call a 'struggling student'. He wasn't 'struggling', he was dumb. Danny had terrible grammar and an extremely limited vocabulary. He only had to speak one language. She had to speak various languages fluently, yet she somehow managed to keep her writing skills up to par.
Here's an example of Trevor's Essays. Well... a paragraph from one, she wouldn't want anyone to die from bad grammar while reading it. It was possible. She was surprised she didn't already keel over (Don't question how she had access to it, or even remembered it. She was a student aid for some time) :
Prompt-"Dress for success" is a phrase that can be perceived in various ways. Write about what you believe is the true meaning behind it.
By:Danny McDumbDumb (Not his real name, but to preserve his privacy, that's what he shall be called)
I think dres 4 suckses mean that you dres 4 dieing this fraze is obviously the opos-it of what it sais the opo-site of suckses is dieing That iz mi theeri i, was alwas rite so that bcuz ov mi theeri i wiil b mor smert
That was one paragraph. A whole paragraph. He didn't even include a period in that sentence. Or- excuse me- paragraph.
Here was one of Sienna's (her thesis sentence, at least.):
Written by- Sienna Strawl (Remember, it's an alias. It'd be quite odd for someone to bear the last name 'Satan' in the human world)
'Dress for success' represents how your appearance can influence your future; scientific studies show that a formally dressed person has a larger chance of being successful in their career.
A dirty smile spread across the Italian man's expression "That was a thoroughly enjoyable dinner, my lord. Now then, about the contract..."
The two businessmen along with the butler walked past the bush she was hiding behind. Granted, it wasn't the most creative hiding spot, but it did the job.
YAY! Over 2,000 words in this ONE chapter. I didn't really have any inspiration for this particular chapter, so I'll just list the quotes that encouraged me to actually start writing.
"Write about what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. be willing to be split open." ~Natalie Goldberg
"There's always something to write about. If there's not then you need to live life more aggressively." ~Min Kim
"Doubts kill more dreams than failure ever will" ~Unknown
"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing" ~Benjamin Franklin
"There are three rules for writing a novel
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Unfortunately, no one knows what they are" ~ W. Somerset Maugham
~ClaritaNox