Okay so here's the thing. Yes, the Order might have a private jet and yes, it might be super fancy, but let's just say I was starting to get sick of airplanes. You might say I'm being stupid. True, this is only the second time I'd ever been in one, but it was not an experience I had enjoyed much so far. Being able to stretch out and sleep away the flight on a couch was fine and all, but while I was awake it was incredibly awkward. I couldn't think of anything to say to Lavi, and I didn't want to try talking to Sebastian in case Bookman knew Greek. It was an awful dilemma, and so for the five or so hours that I wasn't asleep for I spent my time staring up at the ceiling of the plane wishing I hadn't woken up.
When Bookman found out I lived in New Zealand he decided that the first place they should check out was my hometown. Apparently it saved them having to pick a town. In my opinion it felt more like he wanted to keep an eye on me.
I was asleep again when we started the descent into the airport, so I freaked out when I woke up, thinking we were going to crash and die. Lavi laughed at my reaction, causing me to get mad at the incredibly cute red head.
Sebastian had insisted on driving, since the only other person with a licence was Lavi, and he didn't seem like he'd be the best driver in the world. That left me stuck with him in the back seat of the car. Lavi was distracted though, as soon as we had got in the car he pulled a laptop out of his bag and started doing stuff. He didn't have any headphones though, and I winced when a stream of angry Greek flowed out of the speakers.
"Can you mute that or something? It'll probably have subtitles if it's gone viral." He looked over at me, saw my expression and quickly complied.
"So it is you then?" he asked, eyes glued to the screen as he read the subtitles. I began to nod, before realising that he wasn't looking.
"You could have just asked you know. You didn't have to go about googling me." He shrugged. "Hey, can I borrow that after you?" I asked out of the blue.
"Sure." He handed it over to me without a second thought. "The video was finished anyway." Giving him a suspicious look I took the laptop and logged into my email. There was an email from an address I didn't recognise, along with over twenty from Facebook. I smiled bitterly and opened the message from the unknown sender.
"Dearest Jasmine, I am inclined to believe you are telling the truth, as you have nothing to gain by lying. I am delighted to hear that I have other grandchildren, for it seemed rather lonely to only have one. How is my dear Baltasar? I haven't heard from him in quite some time. The photos are wonderful, thank you for sending them to me. I would have believed you even without them, but it was a nice gesture. Although I am reluctant to mention unpleasant things in this message I feel I must once more apologise for getting you caught up in the political problems of our country. I say 'our' for it is as much your country as it is mine. I would very much like for you to come and visit us one day and, if it's possible, for you to bring the rest of your family along with you. I must admit that I've never written an email before, so this is a new experience for me. I have yet to tell your grandfather about your letter, I think it would be a nice surprise for him if you ever decide to visit. Love from Thaleia Dionysus." I smiled sadly as I finished reading the email. It was wrong of me not to tell her of my father, her son's, death, but I felt it was something that should be explained face to face. I quickly deleted all the Facebook emails, logged off and handed the computer back to Lavi. He immediately went back to typing, which I tuned out, instead staring out the window.
"Seriously?" he muttered to himself, not realising I could hear him. I turned around and leaned over to see what he was doing. What I didn't expect was for him to be looking at my emails.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked menacingly. "I know I logged out properly."
"Sorry, I was just curious." Glaring at him I logged out once more.
"Curiosity killed the cat, or so they say." He cringed at the threatening tone of my voice.
"Okay, okay, I get it. No more spying on your emails." More or less satisfied I let him go back on his computer.
"No spying on me full stop." He nodded, allowing me some peace of mind. He seemed like a decent guy. Well okay, email hacking isn't exactly decent but he at least didn't seem like the type of person who easily went back on his word. Guys are funny like that, always talking about pride and such. "Lavi," I asked suddenly, "Why is Bookman's name Bookman?" He glanced over at me and shrugged.
"I guess he doesn't believe in names, or something like that." I frowned, what a lame answer.
"Whatever." I turned back to the window and put in my earplugs, turning on my i-pod.
Time skip…
I ran up the stairs in my brand new combat boots and flopped down on the couch in my bedroom. Sebastian was downstairs dealing with getting my bag from the car to my room, and he was taking his time with it. Having slept for nearly fourteen hours on the plane I was wide awake and had an excessive amount of energy.
"I don't even know what time it is!" I giggled, staring at the ceiling. "Erika!" I called loudly. Her footsteps echoed up the stairs.
"Do you want me to get something for you?" She asked as she came in the doorway. I shook my head lazily.
"No, I just wanted to ask you something. Do I have to go to school tomorrow?"
"Well tomorrow is Tuesday so yes, school is on, but you don't need to go if you're not feeling up to it."
"No, I should probably go. There's nothing to gain from skipping too many days." With that said Erika left the room and I grabbed my laptop and the manila folder containing details on my human trafficking friends. I logged into my email for the second time that day and opened up a blank email.
"Don't worry, visiting will definitely be up there on my to-do list now. I have to ask you a question. Is there anything in Greek culture or mythology about pentacles? Are they bad things or good things? I know it's a weird thing to ask, but I'm curious. Thanks anyway, Jasmine." That question had been nagging me ever since I heard the translation of what that Ruma guy was saying. Something about them not wanting me back. I was feeling far too bubbly to sit around dwelling on what that bastard said though, so I climbed out onto the balcony with the folder and decided to do some research on that Tony Furtelli fellow. There was something I really didn't like about the guy, and it didn't have anything to do with his hobbies. I typed Furtelli into the Google search engine and hit enter.
"Oh crap! That's going to take forever to go through." I whined after seeing the thousands of hits. Picking up the folder I decided I might as well read what Sebastian had found before trying to sort through the thousands of sites.
"Wah, that's not helpful at all!" I cried a bit too loudly, causing the neighbour to yell through the fence at me.
"Can it Dionysus! Quit making such a ruckus."
"Good afternoon to you too old man Jenkins!" I yelled back at him bitterly. Biting my lip in frustration I turned back to the laptop and typed 'Tony' in the search engine before 'Furtelli'. This time there was only a few hundred hits. After I spent some time checking random links I eventually found something vaguely useful. It turns out that he had been in prison a few times, but honestly that didn't surprise me in the least. What confused me was why the stupid mayor would hire someone with such an impressive criminal record as his head of security. Closing down my laptop I decided not to dwell on trying to work out how Anthony's mind works and instead climbed back into my room.
"Gah, this is totally not cool!" I was officially bored out of my mind. Standing up I walked over to the bed and picked up my new katana, checking its weight in my hands. "This is seriously weird." I murmured as I turned it over. Gripping the handle I swung it through the air a few times, grinning. "I sure never thought I'd end up with something like this." I wandered over to my wardrobe and knelt down on my knees, removing the false bottom and placing the katana in the hidden compartment before replacing the flooring.
"I knew that weird compartment would come in useful one day. If only I had known what for." My thoughts were making me depressed and a dark aura had seeped into the room, a reflection of my emotions.
"Things never seem to happen quite as you imagine they would." Sebastian commented from the doorway, having walked past while I was busy muttering to myself. "You're whole life is a testament to that fact. I'm not complaining though, I was beginning to get bored." Glaring at him I got to my feet.
"A crow getting bored? I didn't think it was possible. That reminds me. Didn't Ciel order you to be his butler forever? How on earth did you get out of that?" It was the demon's turn to glare, his eyes narrowed in frustration at my prying question.
"After seventy or so years one begins to grow bored with their present company. He dismissed me, freeing me to pursue other souls." I smirked. That was so like my uncle, tossing people aside when they were no longer of any use to him.
"I suppose you're implying that it was a mutual agreement for you to part ways? I know it wasn't, but you didn't really get a say now did you." I was teasing him now. In all honesty I hadn't expected him to answer my question in the first place, considering it hadn't been a direct order. He normally takes advantage of that sort of thing when he feels like with-holding information or just plain pissing me off. Sebastian's eyes were angry but he had an amused smirk on his face. It surprised me really, since he was normally so adept at hiding his emotions.
"Well then mistress," he began, suddenly turning formal on me again. "I shall begin the dinner preparations now." The smirk still playing on at the corner of his mouth he turned and marched silently down the hallway.
"He is such a show-off. It really gets on my nerves sometimes." Shaking my head I rummaged around in my drawers until I found a pair of pyjamas and a clean roll of cloth. Taking them with me I dragged my feet into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned the shower on and dumped my new exorcist clothes on the floor next to the sink (A/N: Don't get any weird ideas). Climbing into the steaming stream of water I let it wash away my jetlag and the grime I could imagine had appeared over my time away. I had to be wary of how much water I let soak into my current bandage, because I couldn't afford to have it coming off before I got out. After I spent a glorious ten or fifteen minutes under the hot water I turned it off and climbed out. I quickly dried off and got dressed before sitting down to deal with changing the bandage around my stomach. When I pulled at the tape strips holding it on I grimaced as they clung to my skin. Once they were gone I hesitantly unwrapped the old bandage, revealing the slowly healing stab wound. By some miracle I had managed to avoid irritating it too much, meaning that I hadn't interrupted the healing process. Tearing my gaze off of the ragged red edges of the cut I wrapped the fresh cloth around my torso, secured it in place and yanked my singlet down over it.
"One of these days…" I murmured quietly as I gazed down at the dully glowing purple mark on my arm, making my neck tingle. "One of these days something will finally go my way."
A/N: Wow, I didn't expect to get any more chapters up for a while. I was kinda stuck for ideas so some of it seems kinda filler-ish. I'd really appreciate hearing your opinions about the story so far, so feel free to review or PM me. I probably won't be able to update again until after September 21st, so don't get too mad if nothing comes up.