Fixed some things in previous chapter, nothing too important. Hopefully Claude wasn't too OOC

1457 Days left until Graduation

It was really awkward in the room with Claude staring at his master expectantly, and Jade just staring back at him, and occasionally looking at the wall.

"Uh... My name's Jade Bishop," Jade started to break the ice. "Don't call me 'Master' please. It's really... Weird." Claude pushed up his glasses. His master seemed to get a bit more jumpy and less confident, ever since Claude has been in his human form.

"Then what shall I call you?" Jade shifted in her seat.

"Jade's okay... I mean, if you're okay with calling me that, then you don't have to and you could call me something else. Erm... I'm starting to ramble. Um..." Jade gave him a sheepish smile. She had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. There was a hot, demon guy in her apartment dressed like he was from the Victorian Era. She assumed that no one would know what to do in this situation.

"If that is what you wish, Mas- Miss Bishop," He corrected himself instantly. Claude never had this type of master before, someone without a backbone, and seemed like an idiot. It was refreshing as it was annoying. Claude eyed the furniture, it seemed that this master was poor, he could tell by how run down everything seemed in this apartment, and were those crumbs on the floor? He squinted his eyes. Yes. Those are crumbs. This place is disgusting. Claude observed the outfit his new master was wearing, torn up jeans and a... Jacket of some sort. They did not have this style back then. He must have missed hundreds of years of human development because of his recovery by being stabbed by the demon sword. He needed to catch up.

"So, uh, what's with the look?" Jade gestured to his whole outfit. He did not understand the question, so he raised a brow. "Er... Why are you dressed like... Old fashioned? Like the kind where you see in those black and white movies." Movies?

"I had just finished recovering from my injury. It had took longer than I had estimated, and so I am not caught up on human developments," Jade looked at him with concern.

"Injury?" She questioned.

"I would... Rather not discuss it, if you do not mind, Miss Bishop," Yes. He would rather not talk about getting impaled with a demon sword. It was rather unpleasant losing to the Phantomhive Butler.

"Okay..." Jade's almond shaped, dark brown eyes went from his golden one to somewhere else, and the silence was deafening. "You want me to get you up to speed with the human world?"

"That is not necessary, Miss Bishop. As your serv-" Claude began.

"Friend," Jade interrupted. He looked at her. "Er. Sorry. Like. Uh. Friends are suppose to help each other out, and stuff like that, so I just want to help you, you know, get acquainted with everything because, uh,-" She stopped herself suddenly, her face getting red, and coughed. "Sorry. I just ramble a lot."

"That is quite alright, Miss Bishop," He dismissed.

"Uh. Please stop me if I get, you know, rambley. It gets tiring and annoying," Jade suddenly had this distant look in her eyes as if remembering something from her past, but then stopped to focus on Claude.

"Yes, Miss Bishop." There was more silence.

"So, uh, about the present," Jade coughed. "Speaking of which, what era did you come from? I mean, like the year and everything."

"My apologies, Miss Bishop. I cannot recall the specific year, but I believe it was in the 1800s," Claude answered, and Jade just nodded.

"Two hundred years of missing knowledge. It's 2016 currently. Um... That's not bad! Right? For a demon. At least it wasn't like a hundred years or like a thousand or even a million. Haha. I would be, like, super worried, and I would feel old... Not that you're old or anything! You look super young like late twenties, early thirties, even though you're supposed to be thousands of years old... I mean young! Yeah. Young! I'm probably like a baby compared to you, and, uh,-"

"My apologies for interrupting, Miss Bishop," He pushed up his glassed. "You are 'rambling' again."

"Oh! Sorry! Right... We have, uh, computers now. Um, those are super useful. Like, we don't have to go to the library anymore to look up books. Speaking of libraries, did you have libraries back then?" Jade looks at Claude and he nods. "Okay. Literally now informations at our fingertips with these... Tablet phones. I would, uh, show you, but I can't afford it." Jade blinks, and then points at Claude's outfit. "And we don't wear stuff like that anymore!" She flinched at the volume of her voice. "It's, uh, been replaced with suits, er... Black blazers, dress pants, and ties. The shirt's fine though." Claude bowed.

"Thank you for the information, Miss Bishop," He honestly needed to do some research on his own. Most of what his new master had said was... Decent, but not enough. "Now, if you will excuse me, I shall go clean up this... Apartment complex." Jade suddenly stood up on her feet.

"I can help!" She volunteered.

"I appreciate the help, Miss Bishop, but as your butle-"

"Friend," She corrected. Jesus. How many times will she have to correct him? They stared at each other for a few moments, until Jade blinked and looked away rubbing her eyes. "Do demons even blink?"

"We don't have to," Claude answered. "I shall start cleaning, Miss Bishop." Jade started to open her mouth. "I insist." She closed it shut. "Besides, don't you have some planning to do?" Jade frowned in confusion. Planning? What planning? And then it hit Jade like a ton of bricks. The demon thing had distracted her completely to the point where it pushed her parents' deaths to the back of her head. Tears began to spring up in her eyes, and she frowned deeply, wiping them away. She plopped down on the couch, and face planted on the cushions of the couch. She curled up into a ball.

Funeral. What the hell was she going to do for the funeral? She figured that her aunts and uncles will take care of it, and reluctantly invite her. Jade was always the odd one out in the family, and she wasn't sure if it was because of her extremely socially awkward behavior. Should she even attend to the funeral? Of course! It was her parents for God's Sake! She'll go, even if she will make it uncomfortable. Suddenly, she hears vibrations on the table.

"Miss Bishop, what is that noise?" Claude questions, stuff was being shifted around the apartment, but she couldn't see what he was doing.

"My phone," She answers, voice muffled by the cushions. Jade groped around for her flip-phone on the table, and it was placed in her hands by Claude. "Thanks." She didn't check who it was, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Jadey-Wadey, is that y-you?" She wanted to hurl at the nickname. The voice on the other end was none other than her cousin, Linda Bishop, and she sounded like she was crying. "D-Did you get the news?" Ah. So that's what it was about. Jade shifted herself getting her head out of the cushions to be able to speak better, and saw her shabby apartment was no longer dirty, but clean, like sparkling clean. She blinked, and sat upright, rubbing her eyes to see if it was an imagination or not. Whoa. Claude was awesome. "Jadey? Are you there?"

"Er, yes," Jade answered, her voice slightly cracking, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Claude placing a glass of water on the table. Awesome. Linda sniffs, and hears shuffling going on in the background, probably wiping her eyes or something. Jade takes a sip of the glass on the table.

"Oh, Jadey! I can't believe... I can't believe it! I can't believe that they're gone!" She starts to wail in the background, making Jade flinch, and pull away the phone from her. "I-I miss them so... SO MUCH!" Jade starts to tear up too, but decides not to cry, at least to the extent of what Linda is doing, and she frowns, not knowing exactly what to do. "H-How in the hell a-are you dealing with this?!"

"I..." Jade begins and trails off. She's already cried for half of the day, releasing a lot of pent up emotions she felt. "I don't-"

"YOU DON'T FEEL THE SAME WAY? YOU'RE NOT AS SAD?!" Linda suddenly screeches, making Jade accidentally throw her phone up in the air, somehow Claude catches it, jumping over the couch, and places it into her hands as he lands, and just walks away. That guy is some sort of miracle (but he isn't. He's a demon).

"Wait, Linda-" Jade tries to finish.

"UGH. YOU DISGUST ME, JADE! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SOMEONE LIKE YOU WILL PLAN THE FUNERAL!" Linda coughs. "So my mother and father shall plan it. Bye bye!"

"Uh..." Linda hung up on her suddenly. That was an incredibly mood swing. Maybe she was on her period? But she was always like that, unpredictable. Linda always bossed her around as a child, and blamed Jade for every mistake. Jade just looked at her phone.

"I assume the conversation went well?" Claude questioned, as he dusted himself off, even though he looked spotless. Jade was speechless.

"Not... Really?" Claude looked at her.

"Linda, my, uh, cousin. She called, and was, like, crying, but then got angry, and then was happy. I couldn't even explain myself," Jade stated, and scratched the back of her neck.

"I don't mean to impose any... Opinions, but isn't that kind of behavior suspicious?" Claude pointed out.

"Not when you know Linda. She's always like that, assuming things and always thinking she's right. She's nice one minute, and then angry the next, never to anyone important though. Completely unpredictable, like a tornado of emotions," Jade looked at Claude, something swirling in his golden eyes. "Anything wrong?" He regains his composure, suddenly losing that one emotion and becoming emotionless, and pushes his glasses up.

"My apologies, Miss Bishop. I did not mean to concern you. Your cousin reminds me of..." He trails off, lips twitching downwards. "Someone I knew."

"Oh..." Jade was debating if she should bring it up or not. Her lips quirked into an awkward smile. "They sound horrible already."

"Indeed he is," Claude agrees, and Jade could hear slight amusement in his tone. "And your cousin as well." And Jade laughs, clutching her stomach.

"Haha! Definitely," Jade agrees, taking a breather, and regaining her composure. Jade looked around her apartment, everything was freaking spotless, and they were sparkling. "Okay. I know that you're a demon and all, but how the hell did you do that in like a few minutes."

"You underestimate me, Miss Bishop," Claude merely states, and pushes his glasses up. Jade got up from the couch to inspect the now spotless apartment, traveling to the kitchen to her room, which was normally messy, but was now perfect thanks to Claude. She let out a low whistle to see organized papers on the desk, and most dirty clothes were in the hamper she got from her parents as a gag gift.

"So my homework is in one of those piles, right?" Jade questioned, as she pointed to a stack.

"Yes, Miss Bishop. I also took a liberty of organizing your drawings, separating scratch from the real drafts."

"Claude, you're amazing."

"Thank you, Miss Bishop, but I'm just doing my job." Jade sighed internally. Both walked down the small hallway, containing two bedrooms and a bathroom, and Jade opened the empty bedroom door.

"Obviously, this is your room, Claude," Jade introduced, rather horribly, but then paused to think about something. "Do demons even sleep?"

"Sleep is not required for a demon."

"Eating?"

"It is also not required, the only thing demons need to eat are souls," Claude intensely stares at Jade, who shifts uncomfortably under the attention.

"Okay, then..." Jade needed to change the topic. This was getting extremely weird and awkward. "So... Is there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"Yes, Miss Bishop. May I ask where I am?"

"We're in America. More specifically New York City," Jade answered. Claude nods. Jade goes to the living room, and sits down on the couch, while Claude just stands. "I'm an art major at the City College of New York, if you couldn't tell by my drawings." She chuckles nervously. "And I'm also not that rich, I only got in because of an art scholarship, and some other scholarships I applied to get the money. I plan on getting a job soon, so... Yeah..."

"There is no need to get a job, Miss Bishop," Claude reassures. "Do not worry about it. I can take care of it." Jade looks at him suspiciously.

"You don't have to get a job for me, Claude. I'm pretty sure I can take care of it," Jade insists.

"Won't the job distract you from your studies?" Claude questions. Jade's eyes slightly widen. That son of a bitch, aiming at her education.

"Er, yeah, but I'm an okay student," Jade guesstimates, smiling sheepishly at the demon, whose eyes narrow.

"'Okay' does not mean great, Miss Bishop. As your 'friend' I take concern in your grades, and if getting a job will make your grades worse, I cannot allow you to take one on," Bastard used the friend card. Damn him. Jade can practically sense the smugness radiating from him, even though he doesn't express any emotion.

"Wow. I can't believe you used that against me," Jade laughs slightly at the irony, while he only pushed up his glasses. There was even more silence. "So... What do you wanna do?"

"I do not have any ideas in mind."

"You wanna watch TV?"

"What is TV?"

"Oh boy..."