I don't own Kuroshitsuji, S4 League or any other games mentioned in this story.
Sorry if I fuck up on the time and stuff.
"What the hell is happening." Eri flatly and with boredom filling her tone said.
"Pancake." Angela, the beautiful young lady who happened to be a great cook replied simply with a smile as she flipped over a pancake. She said this as if nothing - absolutely nothing- was wrong about two men in her living room, lounging on her couches, sipping a cup of tea which Erille absolutely hated. The male with a mix of dark blue and teal mixed hair opened his one eye at her, acknowledging her presence for a few seconds before closing it and sipping his tea.
The black haired man with eyes of dried blood only smiled, "Good morning, Erille."
For a moment, her old habit came back. Her nose twitched as she stared at them with her cold, green eyes. "Why."
"We invited them for a pancake breakfast, remember?" Angela chirped happily, her brown hair playfully bouncing as she turned around briefly to face her sister before turning back to her pancakes.
"You invited them over," she coldly replied, not caring about how the somewhat unwanted guests were there. She was feeling grumpy because of all the ruckus, and the alarm beeping which signaled a door- or window- that was opening woke her up from her beautiful dream of gaming. Eri let out an irritated groan before seating herself on the largest couch with two seats available. Ciel, who happened to be on that couch, gave her an annoyed look before placing his tea which had almost spilled upon her weight. She had made sure she sat on the plush cushion farthest from where Ciel sat. She was wearing her school skirt and white blouse today because someone messaged her yesterday before she slept that there would be a new kid coming, and to give that new kid a 'warm welcome' to the school, they'd have to meet up in the afternoon at 10 AM sharp- and yes, even though she had 'no life', she had a position like this in the outside world. She muttered a curse under her breath. She now hated being in the "Discipline" group in her school. Every time a new kid came- or when someone misbehaved- it was always the Discipline groups job to deal with them. Every. Single. Time. Even though the Student Council would get involved sometimes, the handling was usually pushed onto them. It was their job to ensure that the student knew about the rules, anyway.
"Stupid private school..." she cussed as she took a small intake of breath, crossing her arms and legs.
"Hey, you!" Angela shouted from behind her.
Eri coolly twisted her head towards her elder sister.
"Pancake." Angela lifted a white plate up which held pancake buttered with butter and maple syrup.
"Oh, yis." She beamed at Angela, "Thanks Ange!" She cheerfully ran up to Ange and swiftly took the plate from her hands. She speed walked back to the couch and plopped back down, getting another irritated stare from Ciel. Before she ate, she decided to speak up, the feeling of satisfaction from the smell of delicious food fluttering to her nostrils making her feel more like herself. "Hey, you know what? Since you guys are here, why don't you guys talk?"
They turned their attention towards her.
"I mean, thanks for the good morning... ummm..." she paused, trying to remember the black haired man's name, "S-Seb...Sebastian?"
Sebastian nodded with a small smile on his face, "Correct," he stated.
"And um..." Eri paused, trying to remember the name of the man seated one seat away from her, "C-Ci-Ceci-... Cecil?" She immediately thought of the Final Fantasy character.
"Ciel," He glared at her coldly, correcting her knowledge.
"C-Ciel..." She flinched at the familiar name. Why was it so.. familiar? She then closed her eyes and pictured the name 'Ciel' in bold letters, and as quick as possible, tried to search her brain for any fragments of that name. A swift, brief flash back of her past hit her.
"Hey!" A six year old Eri shouted from her window, feeling unnerved and angry at the teen who was sitting on the porch roof below her. He was there, every single damned day for the past 3 fucking years, and from what Erille knew, he didn't live here. And she was sure that he was no family friend, and she was absolutely sure that this teen wasn't allowed onto her house porch. But it's not like anybody in her household noticed. It was just her. Her, and her only. "Who are you!?" She growled at him, her rage for a six year old unbelievably strong.
Shocked and startled, her twisted his head to face her, his one, singular eye staring into her green ones.
"I said 'who are you'!"
"Excuse me," the boy scoffed, standing up casually before leaping to her open window. He smirked at her, his eye glowing red.
She jumped back in surprise, letting out no sudden scream of terror. She wanted to keep cool at times like these. She didn't like being called a 'little girl' anymore after all. "What are you." She spat, her question coming out more like something to be said a-matter-of-factually.
"I am Ciel," he introduced himself, swinging his legs over her window and landing into her room, "and I, am... a dear friend."
"I have no friends," She narrowed her eyes dangerously at him.
He snickered before bursting out into a fit of chuckles, "You're an amusing little one, aren't you?" he laughed out, turning his attention back to her, the smirk on his face growing. "I knew it would be worth it! Watching you ever since you were born, I mean..." he took another step towards her, the moonlight hititng his face. "Such a weak soul like yours... I've never seen such before. It entertains me when it flickers and dances in your eyes."
She clenched her fist, "I really don't get what you're talking about mister... umm... C-Ci... Cecil. But I would like it if you left! You aren't welcome in my room!" She stuttered, trying to pronounce his name.
"Little girl," he walked closer to her and towered her, watching as her body was shadowed by his, "it's Ciel. And I," he smiled, "am a -!"
Eri let out a hiss of pain. Why the hell couldn't she remember..? She once again forced her brain to focus on that one memory. The thudding pain came back, knocking and smashing at the skull of her head. She clenched her teeth. It hurt so much! Why did it hurt so much? Why wasn't she allowed to remember? She couldn't remember the boys face or what he said after that... It was like a gap in her mind which constantly bothered her. She could only remember a fragment of his voice, and that was only when... someone spoke...
When who spoke?
"Are you alright?"
Her eyes widened. The voice wasn't Ange's. It belonged to someone else. Her heart began to race as she turned to face the owner of the voice.
Ciel. Or was it... Cecil? His voice sounded familiar, and it rang throughout her head. She then remember, for a brief second, what the boy in her memory's voice was. It was almost the same... almost. What was missing from it? Harshness? Coldness? She couldn't understand...
She blinked twice. If she thought about it more, their names were the same... were they not? But there was no way she would've met him back then. The boy before her was a teenager. The boy back then should have been a twenty year old by now.
"Hello~? Ange to Lucy?" Angela called out, winking at the boys in the room as she turned off the furnace and placed the pan in the slightly large sink.
Erille blushed at the sound of her middle name being called out, "W-Who's Lucy?" she lied blatantly.
"You," Ange smiled, "are Lucy. You are Erille Lucy Passel."
Eri covered her face, hiding the redness, "Whatever!" she pouted.
"Lucy, eh?" Sebastian smiled warmly at her, "What a very common yet pretty name."
"Yeah, better than Erille, don't you think?" Eri rose an eyebrow as she cut a piece of her pancake with her fork.
Ciel stayed silent, thought he eyed her suspiciously. A few minutes ago, she seemed quite hurt about something, and now she seemed fine. What had just happened? He chose to brush this off as he stood up and walked over to Angela, who was cleaning the pan and spatula. "May I wash this?" He asked her calmly, faking warmth in his tone.
"No," Angela tried to smile back, "you're a guest. I'll wash your plate along with the rest."
"As expected from my sister," Eri clapped, "always a people-pleaser."
Angela bit her lip to prevent a rude remark slip out from her mouth. Instead, she masked it with a smile.
Eri swiftly snatched the tv remote in front of her, turning on her Samsung Smart TV. "Time to Final Fantasy." She shamelessly announced, placing her plate down on the table in front of her. She stood up and made her way to the controllers when Angela stopped her.
Angela stared at her with a serious look on her face. "Your meeting starts in 20 minutes. Go get ready!"
"But I am ready!" Eri whined back, giving her the look of sadness.
"No, you aren't! Get your blazer and shove on your Converse or whatever the heck it is you usually wear," Angela pushed her away off to where the stairs were, "now go, go, go!"
Eri left with a small shriek as she was pushed.
Sebastian and Ciel shared a look of confusion.
Angela turned to face them, an apologetic smile plastered onto her face, "Sorry about that," she sighed, "this girl doesn't know when to get up and ready. She has a meeting today at her school. Some freshman is coming in the middle of the year."
Sebastian turned his head to face his 'cousin', a smirk on his lips as he stared at him knowingly.
Ciel made a small sound of approval before smirking, taking another sip of tea as Angela's eyes widened.
"Now, you couldn't possibly be-!"
"Ugh! Angela, one of these days," Eri scrunched her nose in annoyance, "I swear." She swung her closet door open and skimmed through her clothes, finding her blazer. When she found her navy blue blazer, she ripped it off the hanger and unbuttoned it. She loved uniforms. To her, it was such a cute thing! Though she hated the skirts on certain windy days, she liked them in the summer and warm-spring. She also liked uniforms because that way, nobody would judge another. Why? Because they were most likely wearing the same thing, or someone else was. And it was a hassle at all! It kept her mind at peace knowing that every Monday morning she wouldn't have to stress out on something like clothes.
She slid on her blazer and fumbled with the buttons, closing them one by one. Once she was done with this, she rushed over to her drawers and quickly slid on a pair of white, knee-length socks. Eri quickly looked at herself in the mirror, eying her clothes. The golden stitching of the school's emblem seemed to pop out due to the dark blue, and she liked it like this. Some people had theirs on their skirt or pants, but that's only meant for the Student Council. The golden insignia was of a beautiful, intricate sun. Everyone had it on their blazers. Since Erille was a part of the Discipline committee, she had that same insignia on her hand as a bracelet with a charm on it.
Eri puffed her cheeks in frustration and wondered briefly if at least one of the Silent would be there. The Silent were a group of people who were a part of the three higher classes (Student Council and the Discipline Committee), but their job was to ensure that everyone was safe and that any suspicious acts were reported immediately to the Student Council, then the rest was to be handled by the Discipline Committee. As their 'title' stated, they were usually quiet. The Silent weren't known by regular students because they tended to keep their distance toward them, and never did even one of them even appear when freshmen came. They usually never talked, and the teachers would never bother them because they knew who they were.
Finally throwing out the rest of her annoying thoughts, she sighed and left her room, rushing downstairs. She took a quick, sharp left turn and took her motorcycle keys off its hook. She whistled and spun the keys around her index finger and walked over to where the other people were. When she realized that the visitors were missing, she shot her sister a look of confusion. Angela smiled at her.
"They've left."
Eri rolled her eyes, "Thanks for that, Madame Obvious," she sarcastically replied before walking off to the back door where her red motorcycle was parked. She opened the pale door before her and covered the sunlight's beam at her by covering her face. She quickly ran to the garage door and opened it, revealing a black, BMW and a red motorcycle. She opened the garage door and patted her motorcycle, "Hey baby!" she greeted it wolfishly. She plugged the key in, and in response to her, the motorcycle made a sound. She grabbed her black motorcycle helmet and shoved it onto her head.
She smiled and leaped onto her bike, kicking the stand back and rolling down her garage. When she was out, she clicked an attached button on her key chain and the garage door slid closed. And with that, she left to school with a good start, the breeze of the wind brushing against her warm body. She smiled as she hit an orange traffic light, her smile morphing into a smirk of triumph. She then zoomed past the cars and made it through the orange light before it turned red.
Oh yes, today was definitely a good day.
Was gonna make this longer, but my times up ;-;.
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