Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, school gets in the way. I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
Michael/Sebastian followed Kip around school, but for some reason when she turned around he was never there. She found it unnerving.
The Fairfield twins hadn't bothered her since their "friendly banter" last week. She could feel their eyes on her when she passed their part of the cafeteria.
Looking at her paper, Kip tried to think of 50 things she wanted to do with her life, she had to do it as a health assignment.
"Let's see. . . ."
"Find the man that kidnapped my brother.
Have him brutally castrated then murdered by my newfound demon butler.
Get my soul eaten by aforementioned demon butler."
"It sounded better in my head."
She erased the three lines, and stared at the dark smudges willing them to just start writing themselves so she could rid herself of this nuisance.
"Kip? What are you doing siting alone?"
She looked up and saw the very health teacher that had assigned this. He was from India and brand spanking new to the teaching world. Most girls had fantasies about him teaching them sexual reproduction. . . One on one.
"Just trying to finish your assignment before next period Professor Adani."
She looked back down at her paper specifically avoiding his disapproving gaze. Without expecting it, he plopped down next to her and looked at her paper.
"Well. . .At least you're thinking."
She looked into his lavender eyes and saw they were genuinely filled with concern.
This is when Angela Fairfield decided to make an appearance.
"Professor,why don't you sit with us? Kip doesn't really like people, if you're not careful she may bite you."
Kip looked up with her good eye and gave Angela the death glare, but she was too busy showing off her good side to the professor.
"No thank you, I'm helping Kip with some homework."
Kip smiled behind her messy hair as Angela turned red and stormed away.
Kip turned to him.
"Just go over there Professor, Angela's got the I.Q. of a bean. She needs more help than I do."
He only smiled at her.
"Just think about what you want to do when you get ol-."
"Look, Professor I appreciate it but I would rather eat alone."
He finally looked at her, he seemed hurt, but he picked up his bagged lunch, which smelled like curry, and went back to the staff table.
Kip honestly had to wonder why he cared so much.
At the Staff table.
Professor Adni was greeted by a bunch of sympathetic smiles as he sat down.
"With you being new, she cut you some slack."
This was Principal Randall who was digging into something that smelled strongly of garlic.
"What do you mean?"
Randall swept his hand around the table.
"We've all tried to be the one to get the girl to open up, but she's got a will of steel that one."
Professor Angelina chimed in.
"But her grades are flawless. She's just cold as ice."
Adni snuck a look back at Kip, who was now talking to a tall Senior with back hair, she didn't look very happy.
Randall continued with great fervor.
"Well what do you expect Angelina? She lost her mother in a car crash and her father jumped off the roof of their family home not half a year after the funeral! Not to mention that thing with her brother, it was probably him who hurt her eye. Of course the girl's bound to be an outcast!"
"But still . . ."
Adni tuned them out as they continued to bicker. He looked over at Kip and saw her hand a paper to the boy. He took it and walked away without looking back. She went back to her Health assignment, but she saw him and looked right at him. His eyes widened in horror when he saw she had an eye patch over her right eye.
She narrowed her one blue eye at him then silently went back to her work.
Kip
Kip went back to the pawn shop after school, just to see Mr. Mort. Well, that and to see if he had any new, very wealthy customers that could benefit Kip in any way.
The bell jingled merrily as she pushed open the door. Mr. Mort was asleep at the counter, which isn't very unusual
"Oi! Get up you old laze about! We have business to discuss!" She threw an old volume of "Alice in Wonderland" at him.
Mr. Mort gave a loud snort as the book made contact with his forehead.
He rubbed the sore spot.
"Now Kip, is that any way to treat an old friend?"
She snorted,
"I wouldn't give you the liberty of calling me friend. We're business partners."
He straightened his bowler hat.
"Of course, the lovely symbiotic relationship we have that makes me smile every time-."
"I haven't got time for this Mort. Now tell me. . .Has there been any interesting activity around the shop?"
He smiled but continued.
"You always come in at exactly the right time. . . There have been two young men from India coming in here to sell family jewels. Apparently they are descendants of The Bengal royal family."
Kip could feel her mouth watering already.
"Give me the address and you can have 50% of everything I get."
"How I do enjoy your little visits Kip."
When Kip got home, she told Alan everything that had happened.
"Kip. . . You're not seriously going to steal from royalty are you? You could get. . .executed!"
Kip only laughed.
"If their selling royal jewels to Mr. Mort I don't think they have the power to execute me any more than you do Alan."
She ruffled his hair as she laughed. This was going to be sweet, so sweet to steal from royalty she could buy Alan a bike, maybe get some new shoes. The possibilities whirled in her head when the doorbell rang.
"I've got it. Alan go up to your room."
Kip grabbed her revolver, and stuck it in her sweatshirt pocket.
She opened the door to fine Professor Adni standing on the doorstep holding a bag of groceries.
"Can I help you Professor?"
He smiled a little nervously at her straightforward stare.
"Well. . I-I thought I would make you and your brother dinner. I've heard you were living on your own and thought you could use some taking care of."
Kip could only stare at him. This man, her health teacher, was standing in her doorway, wanting to make her supper?
"We already ate. Sorry that you came all this way. I'll see you in school Professor."
She was about to slam the door, when he stopped it.
"Wait! Let me give you my address. . . In case you need anything."
He tore part of the paper bag he was carrying and wrote on it and handed it to her.
"Have a lovely evening Kip!" He walked down the street.
Kip, now extremely confused, looked down at the scrap of brown paper.
Puzzled, she reached into her pocket and looked at the slip Mr. Mort had given her.
They were exactly the same address.
Kip put her hand to her right eye and chuckled.
This was going to turn out interesting.
Oh hoooo! Can you guess who the new kind hearted professor is?