You made it to Chapter 4? Congratulations!
Natasha frowned as she waited for the carriage to show up. The train station was crowded with more people than she had anticipated and after the boisterous journey with her mother and sisters to actually get there, she was a little more than irritated.
What bother, she thought to herself, Who the hell is supposed to come get me? Mother said a man with long grey hair and stitches was going to be here, but I don't see him anywhere.
She noticed few shops strewn about within the station and decided to see if there was anything worth buying. Maybe she would find a souvenir for her sisters. If that stupid man isn't here within five minutes, I'm looking for someone else.
Natasha barely walked a few steps forward, when a pale hand with long nails touched her shoulder, "You aren't leaving your baggage, are you? You're probably carrying a lot of important items, it'd be a shame if someone stole them."
Her eyes narrowed and she immediately looked up, "I wasn't leaving anything and even if someone did try to take-" She gazed at the man's attire. Those black clothes, the grey hair, that stupid hat.. "It took you long enough, Mr. Undertaker. I've been waiting quite a while for you."
"My apologies, miss. Are you ready to see your father?"
Ignoring his question, she thrust her five suitcases at him, "Take my stuff, would you?" Natasha batted her eyes prettily and gave him a sweet smile, "And if I ever need you again, do not be late or I might have to kill you. Now lead the way."
The Undertaker laughed madly, "Is your father really that Sebastian fellow?" He was easily gliding through the crowds with Natasha right on his tail.
"Yes. Are you by any chance an acquaintance of his? Maybe Earl Phantomhive's?"
"I'm somewhat of an acquaintance to both of them," he replied, "We are neither friends nor enemies. I help them when they ask, but I do require payment. Ah- Here we are." He motioned toward their ride and said, "I'll just put your things inside and then we're off."
"It's all black, even your horses."
He shrugged, "Why would't they be? I carry dead people around in this thing." He put a finger to his chin and mumbled, "Of course, I do like the color yellow, but business wouldn't be too popular if I had a such a colorful carriage towing the deceased inside. Most people link the dark color to funerals, so-"
"You're actually an undertaker, Mr. Undertaker?" she grinned, "That's hilarious! Do you happen to know a tailor named Taylor? How about a herald named Harold?"
The Undertaker started laughing, "You're a humorous one, aye?"
He continued laughing for a few more minutes, before Natasha grew irritated, "Alright, alright! It wasn't that funny, you wretch!"
"Such a moody child," he grinned, " I owe you a favor."
The Undertaker helped her get into the carriage, "A favor?" I don't think I'll ever need a favor from him.
"I require laughter for them," he said simply, "And you have given me an entertaining moment quite early." He closed the carriage door and called out to her from his seat in the front, "It'll be a good hour or two before we reach the Earl's home! Charlotte said you enjoyed reading, so I brought along a few books for you!"
There were three books and each was considerably very thick. They were old, tattered and the book covers were fading. Natasha grabbed one at random and read the title aloud, "The Human Body Encyclopedia.. What a bore."
She grabbed the other two and immediately tossed them back where she found them after reading their titles, "English Cooking? The Hunting Dog Criteria?" she scoffed, "As if!"
Thirty minutes passed with her simply staring at the scenery passing by, most of what she saw were people. With a groan, she chose to read the book about dogs.
"Undertaker!" she shouted after finishing the book, "How much longer?"
She got no answer.
"Undertaker!"
With another groan, she threw herself onto the plush seat of the carriage. "I am not wasting my time reading another one of your useless books! Nope, nope, nope."
Natasha rested her eyes, feeling completely relaxed despite the the bumpy road. She remained like that for a few seconds and was soon anxious to do something, anything at all.
I hate wasting my time. Natasha struggled to keep a growl to herself as she grabbed the cook book, Damn it!
"Undertaker! Mr. Undertaker!" she pleaded, "Are we close? Answer me!" He has a death wish, she decided when he once again, didn't respond to her. I'll make sure he dies slowly and painfully.
The next half hour of her life, Natasha finished reading the encyclopedia. "Never again," she hissed, "Will this idiot take me anywhere!"
Suddenly the carriage stopped and she almost toppled over onto the floor, "What the hell, you bastard! You couldn't have given me a warning?"
She was seething when the small door flew open, "Where are here," The Undertaker sang happily, helping her get out of the carriage. "Go on ahead, I'll bring your things."
Without a second glance at him, Natasha walked towards the mansion. It's bigger than I thought. This Ciel Phantomhive must be really powerful to own an estate as grand as this one.
She marched right up to the door and waited for the Undertaker to bring her suitcases, "Knock."
He raised a brow, even though his bangs covered more than eighty percent of his face and she couldn't see, but did as the young demon commanded.
"Thanks for bringing me-" Natasha began turning to face him, but the Undertaker had completely vanished along with his carriage, "Here."
She sighed, What an imbecile, he didn't even stay long enough for me to say goodbye or thank him. Not that he really deserves my gratitude, the journey here was dreadful. Natasha was pulled away from her thoughts when the large door creaked open. Her heartbeat accelerated and her palms began shaking with excitement.. Only for a maid to appear before her.
"Hello, my name is Natasha Michaelis." She smiled pleasantly, "By any chance is Sebastian Michaelis here? I'm supposed to stay with him for a while," Natasha motioned towards her five suitcases.
"Good evening, miss. I apologize, but he is running errands for the young master at the moment.." Quickly she added, "My name is Mey Rin, by the way. I'm this household's maid, I am. Would you like to come inside?"
Father is running errands? That's fantastic. What the hell am I supposed to do, now?
"Who's at the door, Mey Rin?" a smooth voice asked. "We are not expecting any visitors today."
"I believe this young girl is a relative of Sebastian's, young master.." Mey Rin trailed off, looking at Natasha for confirmation. She gave the maid a slight nod and then Mey Rin proceeded to explain, "She looks just like him, she does! Same skin tone, same smile, same colored eyes!"
Mey Rin moved to the side and in her place stood Ciel Phantomhive. "What?" he sounded surprised, "Another Sebastian?"
At first glance, he looked two, maybe three years older than Natasha, but that was pushing it. He was about three inches taller than her, and that was with him wearing heeled boots. His skin was a flawless, milky white, Natasha had to admit. His right eye was dark blue and lighter around the iris. Natasha assumed the left one he covered with an eyepatch was where her father placed his mark.
Natasha stifled a giggle, "You? You're the great earl I've been hearing about? You're still a kid!"
I'm debating on whether I should follow the timeline of the anime or manga, hmm..