I Don't Own Kuroshitsuji. Or anything else that I don't seem to own.
That anon was weird with that review. Whatever, though.
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Her neighbor. She opened the door to reveal her attractive neighbor, Cruso. Cruso was a boy with black hair, hazel eyes and peach colored skin. He was the type of boy to help you when you felt sad, the boy who would always be there for you. But Eri already knew his true intentions. He was actually a jerk who abused his looks, was a narcissist and flirted on women for the fun of it. She hated it. Even though they were close friends, and have known each other since they were born, she hated that side of him.
She let a small, crooked smile on her face, "Bonjour," she greeted him slyly.
Cruso gave her a dead look.
Erille chuckled before smirking, "Ey-yo C.C!" She greeted casually, crossing her arms.
Cruso smirked and did the same, "Yo, Eri," he paused shortly, trying to remember why he had came here. He made a little 'oh' sound when he remembered. "Why were you on the ground wearing short-shorts which I assume are your pajamas, crushing my tree I worked hard to plant, and why were you outside in the middle of the night? Having you even outside is remarkable for me!" He shot her a look of amusement, the same one which he had given her while he was by the window. He didn't give her justice to speak when he broke in before she could, "And the sudden power out screwed me over! I gotta stop playing League of Legends... And the hell happened to your cheek?"
Oh, and he was like her, except her went outside very often.
Eri frowned, "I can't even play LoL. It's so nerve wrecking! And don't worry, this is nothing... just some physco who decided to run around with a knife outside." She almost forgot about that!
Cruso rose an eyebrow, ignoring her comment before jutting a thumb out to point at the house beside her's, "And do you have any idea who the new guy is?"
Eri blinked twice. "What new guy?"
Cruso rolled his eyes at her before smiling, "Oh, I saw him a few hours ago. I think he has a thing for Victorian Era shit." He bluntly pointed out, "Whatever. He can be as weird as us anytime."
Erille beamed at him, "Hell yeah! Gaming buddies!" She high-fived Cruso before gasping, "We should S4 League tomorrow! Oh, and clan chat is lame. We need ta' Skype, my friend."
Cruso grinned, "Sure. And I gotta go now, Mom's helping me pack my stuff."
She frowned. That's right. He was moving out to a condo a few blocks away from here. She would miss him, since he had to transfer schools as well. No more fancy uniforms for him. Just normal clothing that she preferred. They went to a private school named 'Mileway', and quite frankly, the school was only two blocks from where she lived as of now. "Sucks for you, Cruso."
He scowled, a sad look passing by his face, "I know. I'll miss annoying you."
She rolled her eyes, "Say your 'good-bye's to me after you pack your stuff."
Cruso gave her a sad smile before poking her forehead, "Alright," he sighed, giving in. He walked away before waving at her without looking, "Bye Eri."
She gave him a sloppy smile, "Bye, Cruso."
With that, she shut her door and walked away, silently thankful that she had closed the blinds beforehand. She was about to make her way upstairs until she realized that it was Friday. She let out a loud gasp. It was Final Fantasy Friday! How dare she forget about playing Final Fantasy XIII-2! She was waiting for this day where she could finally play it in peace, and here was the day! Not to mention her sister, Angela wasn't here today. She was busy with her ballet. Erille smiled as she began to remember her family once more. Her mother and father were still alive, but were staying in France for awhile. Emil wasn't in London where her and Angela lived, but he lived somewhere around it.
Emil was 21. He works as an architect; a person who designs houses, and he made lots of money from it. He, in fact, designed this lovely house for Erille and Angela. He was a kind-hearted man with a soft spot for cats and his girlfriend, Allia. He had blonde hair- which almost appeared to be white in the sun and held their mother's silver eyes. He was slightly muscular, and this seemed to attract most women.
Angela was 19, and she was already a ballet star. She loves to perform on stage! Angela was a vibrant, sweet and happy girl who shared Erille's brown hair, but shared their mother's eyes. She was slim and fit, and she was a huge fashionista. She was the girly-girl of the family, other than their mother. Though she wasn't that smart when it came to math, science and history, she excelled in physical education, life skills and arts and drama.
Erille was just a timid, 16 year old girl. Her job was to draw and make art commissions for people (and they paid her for it), and she also made live streams online. She had her father's eyes and milky brown hair which only reached to her mid-back. She was slim no matter what she ate (which made her sad at times because Angela keeps on urging her to get chubbier so that she'd look more) and wasn't as fit as her sister was. She wasn't a fashionista, but she preferred to keep things simple and cute. Her average when it came to school subjects ranged from a B- to an A+. She, like her sister, excelled in arts and drama and life-skills, but unlike her other family members, she didn't go outside as often. She preferred to stay indoors unless they went to 'fun' places such as the beach, swimming pool, or unless they went snowboarding and surfing. But something she did do that none of her family has done yet, was to ride a motorcycle. In fact, she owned one. It was a bright, red color.
Eri grabbed a small band aid which would cover her little wound for now and pasted it onto her face. Erille let out a shriek when soft, gentle knocking came from her entrance once more.
"I'm serious, Cruso just needs to stop!" She wailed, slumping her shoulders before swiveling around and walking to the door. She let out a loud sigh before opening it.
She bit back her surprise when it showed a boy with an eye patch and a tall man who was dressed as a butler. "Man, cosplayers at my door? What time is it, it isn't even Halloween yet!" She inwardly groaned. She gave them a small, false smile, making sure her eyes showed disinterest to shoo them away. They were killing her gaming time! "Hello," she politely greeted them, feeling something terribly off whenever she placed her eyes between the two.
The boy who she has now, officially labeled 'Pirate-boy with a nice British accent' smiled at her coldly, his on, deep blue eye staring into her forest green ones, "Hello," he greeted back. He blinked twice before widening his smile, "I'm sorry for the sudden interruption. You look rather disturbed by out presence," he added. He watched her face slightly turn red, her smile faltering, "I have distracted you from doing something, it seems. Oh well, I'm sorry once again, and I have come here to merely introduce myself," he bowed respectfully, closing his eyes, startling her, "I am your new neighbor."
"Oh. Oh. Oh okay." She inwardly though before nodding, "No need for the um... respectfulness- and I... umm..." She awkwardly scratched her head, "I might as well introduce myself. I'm Erille Passel..."
The boy stood up and smirked, "I am... Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive."
She smiled nervously. Then it hit her. Wasn't this the guy who the red haired thing just tried to kill!?
Ciel shivered as a cold breeze passed by them. "Well? Aren't you going to let us in? It is rather cold out here, I must say..."
She nodded and ushered him in along with his butler, "Sure!" she cheerfully exclaimed, though inwardly, she clenched her teeth together and cried wolf. 'Noooooooooooo!' She cried inwardly.
Ciel and his... fellow companion walked in without another word.
Eri held her breath. She couldn't game with these people in here. She let out another inward cry, "My gaming time is officially wasted. Damned humans! Begone!" "So, is that your brother..?" She asked Ciel carefully, staring at the man who was dressed inappropriately in a modern way as a butler.
Ciel glanced over at the man who only nodded. Ciel refocused his eyes onto hers. "No, he is just a distant cousin. His name is Sebastian Michaelis."
Erille paused for a moment. She couldn't help but rudely scoff, 'Yeah, a cousin who likes to cosplay with his other cousin. Not to mention Sebastian seriously sounds like a typical butler name. Lame!'
Ciel narrowed his eyes at her. He opened his mouth before eying her form from head to toe.
Eri clenched her teeth visibly. She was totally scared right now.
The boy was about to say something until-!
"Eri~! I'm home!" A sweet, cheerful voice called from the back as the back door swung open. Eri looked over to confirm her thoughts about the new intruder. Eri let out a groan. Now she definitely couldn't play.
The brunette from across the room swiftly took off her flats and ran over to her little sister, tackling her into a hug. "Oh, Eri! We won! We won the performance!"
Eri couldn't help but crack a smile, "Good job, sis!" she hugged her back willingly.
Angela opened her eyes to reveal their silver. She met dark red ones which seemed to eye her with curiosity. Angela's eye twitched. She let go of her little sister and looked around, realizing that it wasn't just Erille in the room, but other people were there too. Angela beamed at them, "Hello! My name is Angela Passel! Are you all friends with my dear sister?" She greeted rather happily despite their unusually non-modern clothes.
Ciel rose an eyebrow. "No, we are actually your new neighbors."
Angela's eyes widened in realization, "Is that so? Well then," she beamed like the happy girl she was, sweetness dripping from her voice, coating her every word with honey, "we can be friends! Who are you two?"
Sebastian felt as if it was his turn to speak up. His young master had already introduced themselves to Erille, so he wanted to take any tension off from his young master's shoulders. He bowed, "I am Sebastian Michaelis, and this is my mast- cousin," he stuck a hand out to gesture to Ciel, "Ciel Phantomhive. I assume you are Erille's sister, no?"
Angela smiled. "I am indeed, Erille's proud sister! Nice clothes by the way! We needed more Victorian Era things in this world."
Eri's eye twitched. She broke through the conversation. "I-I... umm... Can we speak again tomorrow? I-I gotta sleep..." she faked a yawn, covering her mouth as she did so.
Angela made a little 'ooh' sound, her eyelashes buttered with mascara fluttered, "Yes, of course! How about tomorrow? In the morning, perhaps you two can have breakfast with us? That way we'll get to know each other more!"
Ciel nodded, "I am fine with this..." He glanced at Eri who had masked her look of horror with a blank expression.
"Well then, it's decided! 9:00 am, alright? We'll be making pancakes!"
"She'll be making pancakes, not me." Eri corrected her sister.
Angela pouted, "Don't be like that!"
Eri rolled her eyes, feeling worn out and tired so suddenly, "Yeah, yeah, whatever! Go away." She grumpily groaned before running up the stairs, and to her bedroom.
"Eri!" Ange cried, her eyes narrowing at the girl's form as she ran upstairs. Ange turned her head to the two guests, smiling ruefully, "Sorry about that... She's always like that, from day to night! Ahehehe! Well, I'll see you all tomorrow, I guess..." She scratched her hair which was firmly tied into a ponytail, her hair sleek.
The two nodded and bowed.
Sebastian smirked, "Thank you for allowing us to have breakfast with you."
Ange blushed, "It's nothing! I gotta get to know my neighbors anyway!" She opened the door and patiently waited for them to take their leave, which they did a few seconds after. "See ya tomorrow!" She giggled before closing the door.
Unknown to her, the demons smiled.
"Are you happy, my lord?" Sebastian queried as he walked on the pavement along with his master.
"Quite. Seeing her grow into a fine girl... it's been a few years since I've last seen her." Ciel responded coyly with a smirk as he walked up the small, wooden stair cases which lead up to his new house.
"To think she was being hunt down by Grell today, I believe she hasn't realized that what she saw was real yet."
"Hmm, but what had triggered Grell to hunt her?"
Sebastian smiled. "Possibly just his orders."
Oh man. dis was terribad im sorry omgkjahjdh.
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