I'm sorry guys, I've been so busy! My finals are coming up, and I've been running hectic trying to do final projects and stuff! Please forgive me! *Bows* Sorry it isn't much! But since I'm so close to the actual flow of the manga, it's gonna be this slow, I wish they would release every once a month!

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Chapter 34

Ciel ran as fast as he could. His books in his hand, his tie messily done, his top hat in his hand, and a cookie in his mouth. "dammit! I'll be late!" He looked forward and saw the gates closing, "P-please wait!" He shouted. The gates-men didn't listen and shut the gate, but Ciel miraculously slipped in just in time.

He hunched over, trying to catch his breath, and he panted, "I made it." Ciel looked up at the amazing college before him. In fact this was Weston College. This school was established near the Thames. It is Britain's finest public school, the vast premises contain the complex school building. A magnificent Gothic style chapel and four historical student dormitories. The students are under strict discipline that values tradition above all and are raised to be the new gentlemen of England through a boys-only dorm life and their individual high-level educational curriculum.

The nobles send their sons to the school without regard for the extremely high fees, just to obtain that glimmering status the school presented to them.

Ciel looked at all of this and placed his hat onto his head, 'No matter what, first impressions are vital. I have to keep it together.' Ciel took a step on the soft green grass, and everyone gasped in shock as they stared at him.

"Look."

"I can't believe it."

Ciel turned his head, and saw everyone whispering about him.

"He stepped on the lawn."

"What a guy, he's not even one of the P4."

"Definitely a Y."

"Sheesh."

Ciel raised an eyebrow at this and he asked them, "What do you-"

"Ah look!" Someone interrupted Ciel and shouted, "There they are! It's P4" The boy shouted.

Four teenage boys walked through, one had blonde hair, gathered into a loose ponytail over his shoulder, and a rose nestled in his breast pocket, though it was almost hidden by the red waistcoat, below it was a coat of arms, a scarlet fox, and he gave of an air of princelyness, though the way he strutted around, he reminded one of Alistair the Viscount Druitt. Another blonde, short hair combed strictly back, it to be the Marchioness son, Edward, to his left was strict looking and carried a large cricket bat, he had two leaves in his breast pocket, a green waist coat, and had a coat of arms as well, that of a green lion. Another boy, on his right, was reading a book, he had a bowl cut hair style, with the bangs parted to the right, and glasses on his nose. There was also a crest under the flower he wore, a blue waist coat, and a sapphire owl as the crest, he looked quite knowledgeable And the last one, was hidden in a purple cloak, lips painted, long black and white hair, and he seemed to avoid light as if it was the very enemy. A crest was under his breast pocket as well nestled there, that of a violet wolf, though he seemed not to care about being with the group, he still stayed close to them.

The blonde with the longer hair spotted Ciel on the grass and he rushed over to him.

"He's in trouble!"

"Ouch!"

"Serves him right."

The teen grabbed Ciel's tie, forcing him closer and Ciel shut his eye, flinching from the close contact, 'Is he going to hit me?' The teen smirked and straightened up, he fixed Ciel's tie and said, "Your tie's crooked." Everyone's mouth fell open in shock. "What's your name?" The blonde teen asked.

"It's Phantomhive." Ciel said to the Senior, wondering what was going on.

"Never heard of it." He bluntly told Ciel.

The strict blonde came over, arms crossed, bat tightly gripped in his hand, "That's right, I heard from the principal that there would be a new student coming to Blue house today...Is that you?"

"Yes." Ciel said giving a small bow.

The teen with the book came forward, and adjusted his glasses as he said, "Weston college's rule #48 states: 'The only ones allowed to cross the lawn are the perfects, or those granted permission by them.' At least remember the school rules before you enter."

"I'm very sor-"

"Hurry up and get inside." The brooding one said, "The sun is too bright outside."

The blonde smirked and poked Ciel's forehead, "Look out from now on, Phantomhive." They turned and walked away, and Ciel stared at them in confusion, till a freckled boy with red hair slapped his back, "Aren't you lucky! You stepped on the lawn and didn't even get punished!" It seemed to be the young Earl's fate to be approached by such characteristic people.

"Wah!" Ciel shouted in surprise.

The freckle boy picked up the dropped hat, and handed it to Ciel, "I'm McMillan. I'm a first year from Blue house as well!"

"Y...yea. By the way, what do all those 'P4' and 'Y' things mean?" Ciel asked, dusting his hat before putting it on.

"Y are penalty points. If you get one 'Y' you have to write a Latin poem 100 times."

"What's P4?"

"Those four just now were wearing different colored waistcoats right? At this school only perfects can wear those with whatever pattern they like."

"Perfects?"

"I guess you could call them Dormitory leaders." The boy cleared his throat and started to explain, "The one with the red waistcoat is the prefect of the Scarlet Fox dormitory, students of exceptionally high birth gather there. His name is Edgar Redmond. The one with the green waistcoat is the perfect of the Green Lion dormitory, students who excels in the martial arts and sports gather there. He's Herman Greenhill. The one with the blue waistcoat is the perfect of the Sapphire Owl dormitory, students who excel at studying gather there. Lawrence Bluer is his name. And finally, the one with the purple waistcoat is the perfect of the Violet Wolf dormitory, students who are accomplished in the arts gather there. He is Gregory Violet." The freckled boy squealed in delight and clasped his hands together, "The four perfects from the traditional four dormitories at Weston College...P4 for short! So cool!"

"I see..." Ciel said, not use to seeing such a fanboy, well besides Grell.

The boy walked next to Ciel, still in his daze, "Ah... I really admire them...I'll be a perfect one day... If only!"

The bell started to ring and Ciel said, "But not being allowed to cross the lawn is a kind of inefficient rule."

"Haha, well, it's tradition and all." The boy jumped and realized the bell was ringing, "Oops! Let's hurry, we'll be late for class!"

"Yeah!" Ciel shouted as he ran after him. Ciel sighed in his mind as he realized this mission was going to be very troublesome. He remembered the letter vividly in his mind, the very one Queen Elizabeth sent, after his return.

To my cute boy, What misfortune you experienced on the Campania. I hope that you have recovered from your vacation, and are enjoying Easter. As for myself, even though I finally have some days off for Easter, I find that I cannot truly enjoy it as there are some worries on my mind. I'm worried about Derek, the son of my cousin The Duke Clemens. Derek is a fifth year at Weston college, but for some reason he has not been returning home since last summer vacation. He used to send letters every day, but even those suddenly stopped coming. He still won't come home even after his mother contacted the dormitory. If it was just him I'd think of it as a rebellious phase, but it seems that a few more students are refusing to go home. What on Earth has happened to them, I wonder? Because his only son is acting like this, Duke Clemens has become rather depressed as well...I'm very worried. I just wish for the people that are important to me to happily enjoy Easter together again as soon as possible...

-Victoria.

Sebastian stared at Ciel, "So 'investigate why the students of Weston college aren't going home' Is what she's saying." Ciel sighed as Matthew sat next to him, "Public schools are independent institutions that refuse government intervention, so it's hard to get involved...Tough it's more like they don't want to make matters worse and let everyone know about their private affairs."

Sebastian sighed, "Thinking about their appearance even at times like theses... This is why I dislike humans." Matthew cleared his throat, and Sebastian smirk, "Of course, one is of exception."

"I'd like to have someone infiltrate, but since Weston is a school made up entirely of Sons of Nobility... Only a few hold a title and most of them know each other... It would be dangerous to use a disguise." Ciel picked up his tea and Matthew looked down at him, "What about me? I've made quite a name for myself."

"Well yes...but it might be to much for you."

"Then, you'll go in personally?" Sebastian asked.

"It can't be helped. Well, it wouldn't be bad to have the Queen indebted to me. The problem, however is whether there's a spot available at Weston."

"Better make that two." Matthew said.

"Matthew-"

"Trust me on this. You'll need someone to draw attention away from you when needed." Matthew said. Ciel sighed and nodded. Sebastian smirked at his mate, and looked at Ciel, "Such a thing...If there is none, we'll just have to make one, or two." He winked at Matthew, and they both looked to Sebastian, a smile on their faces.

"But!" Ciel said, "It'll be better if I investigate inside the school, Matthew will be decoy for when I need him, and you will support me inconspicuously. I'll leave you two to figure out how." Matthew stood up and went by Sebastian side. "Yes, my lord." They bowed to Ciel and set off to do as they were told.

The bell rang and rang, as Ciel was at his desk flipping over the pages of a book. "It's really weird that Colett left the school so suddenly...You came in at a rather strange time too, wasn't that hard?" Said Mcmillan.

"Well I'd been waiting for a spot for a long time. I was happy to prepare for it." Ciel said, a smirk on his lips.

The door to the class slammed open and a teen shouted, "Boy up!"

Mcmillan started to run forward, and Ciel just went, "Huh?"

"At that command, the last in line has to do whatever the Upper years tell them to!" Mcmillan shouted.

"What!?"

Ciel hopped out of his seat and ran after him. He was, unfortunately, last in line, "The last is...the new one."

"Yes." He panted.

"Well then, return to the dorm once you've polished all the perfects' shoes. We'll have you're welcome party." He handed him a cloth and Ciel stared at it, 'Seriously!'

Ciel sighed in annoyance as he opened the door to the dorm house, 'They don't have to throw me a welcome party...' A hand covered his mouth and he started panicking. "Congratulations, Phantomhive." Ciel struggled in his arms of the head boy, and everyone crowded around. "We're holding this welcome party just for you." He pushed Ciel forward, and smiled evilly, "I hope you will enjoy it to the fullest." Ciel landed on something and the boy shouted, "Heave ho!" Ciel was suddenly flung up by the other boys who held the white bed sheet he was on, and he screamed in surprise.

He landed back on the blanket and he looked to the Headboy, "How do you like our dorm's traditional welcome party? I'll expect you to work even harder at your studies from now on, as a member of the Sapphire Owl dormitory. The next one will be even higher."

"Sto-"

"One two-" The door slammed open, and a flash of black rush in and shouted, "What is that racket! I'll give you all a 'Y'!"

"Oh no, it's the dorm Supervisor!" They dropped Ciel and ran behind the Head boy. "Clayton. Why are you, as an upper year, participating in this?"

"That's... This is a tradition of our dorm..." Clayton adjusted his glasses, as he stared nervously at the dorm Supervisor. He walked over to Ciel and sighed, "Goodness...there's tradition and there's overdoing it."

"Ugh." Ciel moaned in pain.

"You're the new student, Phantomhive, correct?" He held out a glove hand to Ciel and the Earl looked up. "Welcome to the Sapphire Owl dormitory. I'm the dorm Supervisor, Michaelis." Sebastian refrained from smirking as the rosary cross jingled off his neck, and his black cloak falling to his side as he bowed.

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The students talked among each other as they walked to the school. Ciel looked at his book, reading the rules and history of the college, or so it seems. He was actually looking at the photo of Derek Clemens, just one of the missing students. His eyes widen and he stopped, mid-stride, "Oops. 'Only the Four perfects may cross the lawn'...was it?" He talked to himself. He walked along the circle walkway, and headed straight into the school, he didn't notice the figure in white passing by as a group of boys chased after.

Ciel stood straight, hat gone, and hands to the side. He was in the principal's office, a very large and spacious office, with two large organ pipes on either side of the steps leading up to the Principal's desk, a large pendulum was moving side to side in front of the Vice Principal. The four perfects were there as well, two to the right, and two to the left.

Herman looked to Ciel and said, "It's been a day since you arrived... How are you feeling, Phantomhive?"

Edgar smirked and pointed to him, "Feel free to come to Red house if you can't get used to Blue house. We'd welcome someone of your status anytime."

Lawrence pushed his glasses up and said, "Only the principal can decide one's dormitory. No exceptions."

Gregory sighed, "The dormitories are all the same though..."

The man on the principal's desk, leaned into the desk, his hands clasped together as he studied Ciel, "This is a high-class public school protected by tradition and discipline. From the moment you enter, you have to obey the rules." He shut the book in front of him, and said "Normally the Principal would give you the welcome speech, but since he is busy... I'll be representing him. I am the Vice-Principal Johan Agares." The perfects stood side by side, and one by one they said. "The principal decides all matters within the school. These decisions are absolute. And we, the Perfects, have been chosen by the principal to govern the school. A rather unpleasant job in which we have to subdue all trouble." The Vice principal closed the book and cleared his throat as he said, "This has been our tradition since the school's founding. And..." The Vice principal stared at the four and they all said, "Tradition is absolute!" The Vice Principal crossed his legs under the desk and looked at Ciel, "Do you swear to keep to the rules of our school, and obey our tradition and discipline?"

"I do." Ciel said.

The man grabbed the book on his desk and walked over to Ciel, opening the book to a certain place, "Then sign here." The man's foot screeched on the top step, and he landed head first on the second step, and tumbled down the rest. All the perfects gasped, and shouted, "Mr. Agares!?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" The man said as he picked himself up, blood coming from his forehead. He handed Ciel a quill and said once more, "Sign here." Ciel did so, and he noticed a very familiar name scribbled on the slot before his. The vice-principal shut the book and held out his hand as the blood continued to spread down his face, "Welcome to Weston College, Phantomhive. I welcome you." Ciel shook his hands, and the twin bells rang ominously through the room.

Ciel watched the P4 leave and Edgar said, "Well then, may you have a pleasant life at the school."

"Hey!" Ciel called out, "When can I meet the principal?"

"The principal is very busy and does not meet with regular students." Lawrence said, "The only ones who can have meetings with the principal are us perfects."

Ciel hm'ed and thought, 'Regular students can't meet the principal? So the principal is like the absolute monarch of the school...' Ciel walked out of the building and he wondered where Matthew was.

"Ross! Over here!" Ciel stopped and stared out at the court-yard. He spotted Matthew, dressed all in white with a black raven mask, and he was running on the grass. 'What is he doing!'

"Ross, stop going to the grass, that's cheating!" Some of the boys that were chasing him were at the edge of the cement walk way, Matthew laughed at them and stuck his tongue out, "Is that all you got, students?" They growled in anger and shouted profanity at him. The P4 appeared and Edgar said to him, "You there! You maybe a teacher, but your still a student. Learn to obey the rules!" Matthew laughed loudly and turned his back and walked away, "Forget your rules!" He stepped onto the cement, and the boys from before ran after him once more, "Professor Ross you promised!"

The P4 frowned at this and Ciel knew they were making note of it. He wondered how did Sebastian convince the school to get Matthew to be a teacher and a student. And a teacher of what?

'Matthew please don't mess this up for us!'

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