Disclaimer: I own no rights to Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler, all rights go to Yana Tosobo. Because honestly, if I did, Ciel and Alois would always be dressed like playboy bunnies and Sebastain and Claude would never wear clothes. ;-)

A/N: A majority of this will be "spoken" (written) in spanish. No it is not my official language, I speak english, used translate (don't kill me). See bottom for the English translations. This will probably be the only chapter (maybe not) where a majority of the language spoken is not English.

Prelude: Announcement

**Taźel Manor**

"Young master, the Master and Missus request your presence in the family room."

Memel Taźel looked up from the tiger that lay sleeping at his feet. He'd been in the process of counting it's lashes when one of his family servants had appeared in the doorway of his play room declairing his parents wanted to see him. Memel nodded and watched as the maid bowed respectfully before scurying off to start (or finish) whatever task she had been assigned to. Memel stood and placed a loving kiss on the crown of the large feline's head before leaving it alone to go see what his parents wanted. When he stepped outside the playroom he wasn't all that surprised to see his personal maid, Meliana Kantis, waiting for him, standing stiffly against the wall. She was wearing her usual attire, a black pantsuit, white blouse and black pumps

Memel felt a smile break across his face as the elder woman quickly took her spot at his side, "I wonder what mamá and papá want?"

Meliana's face remained impassive as she replied, "I am sure whatever they have requested of you, the topic is of the upmost importance."

"Yeah," Memel said with a nod of his head, "ususally it's just mamá that calls me, never both of them. It must be important. Wait did they call for you too Eli?"

"Yes, yes they did request for me as well."

The rest of their walk to the family room was filled with a comforting silence, the only sound between them beingnhe click of Meliana's heels and the tap of Memel's dress shoes; the occasional servant stopped to bow or curtsy at the two, with replies of "Miss Meliana" and "Master Memel".

They finally reached the family room where both Memel's parents-Lord Antonio Taźel and Lady Cadenza Taźel-were sitting in the two lone mahogany armchair sipping what smelled like chamomile tea, well his mother probably was, Memel's father was probably drinking something a little more robust like coffee, but it probably had a ton of sugar, diluting the smell and filling the room with a sugary aroma. Even if he played it tough, Memel's father was an absolute glutton for sweets and so was Memel. They were both dressed casually; his father's black hair slicked back, in a pair of jeans, a loose white buttonn up shirt-a couple of the buttons undone to reveal a toned, tanned chest-and a pair of running shoes, and his mother was dressed in a sleeveless turtle neck and ankle-length sundress with a pretty floral design, and a pair of gold flats.

"Mi ángel, ven aquí," Lady Cadenza cooed in spanish when she put down her cup of tea and opened her arms in an open invitation for a hug. Memel smiled and went over to his mom and she enveloped the small boy into a tight hug, the petite woman burying her face in curly black locks. The smell of marigolds and peaches invaded, Memel's senses and Memel instantly felt like a little boy all over again, his mother's natural scent bringing comfort to the boy and her loose brunette locks, which were normally pulled back into a tight bun, were free and tickled the side of his face. "Sabes mamá te quiere mucho, verdad?"

"Sí mamá," Memel replied back in Spanish as well, nestling into the warmth of his mother's embrace. For a minute the two of them sat in silence merely enjoying the presence of each other, until a cough interupted that peaceful silence.

"Odio para romper un momento tan conmovedor," Lord Antonio broke in, his gruff voice ruining the moment between moher and son, "pero Cadenza, cariño, lo hicimos lo llamo por una razón."

Lady Cadenza broke away from her precious son to pout at her husband, who merely smirked at the look she sported, his wife looking close to throwing a tantrum (for which the lady of he house was famous for-hell, those tantrums were the reason they already had four children despite Antonio's insistance for just one heir to the Taźel name). Now, I'm sure I know where Isabelle gets it from, the lord thought to himself.

"Oh, Tony, eres divertido." Cadenza huffed indignantly, "Bien, supongo que deberíamos decirle a nuestro hijo y su siempre fiel criada por qué los hemos convocado."

At the mention of his peronal maid, Memel's head whipped around to see that Meliana had budged an inch from her spot where Memel had left her earlier to hug his mother. Her face remained deligantly impassive, but Memel could see the faintest upturn at the corner of her mouth and a slight twinkle in her ochre eyes. She'd found this scene amusing in a way.

Lord Antonio cleared his throat instantly gaining everyone's attention, "Ahora Memel, tu madre y yo hemos hablado de esto desde hace un tiempo y creemos que es lo mejor si deja de educación en el hogar y asistió a una escuela de verdad.

"Usted es ahora quince y ningún niño en su edad de una familia respetable como el nuestro se va a pasar toda su vida siendo impartido por tutores y aislando a sí mismo. Es hora de que te enfrentes al mundo como un verdadero Tazel." Memel's father finished this off by standing up (albeit a little too overdramatically) and pointing at Memel.

Memel blinked, confused as to what his father was getting at, "Escuela? ¿Qué está papá hablando?"

"Estás asustando a la pobre muchacho, querida." His mother grumbled, bringing her son close once more. "No hay necesidad de que todos los teatro. Memel, básicamente lo que tu padre está tratando de llegar es que queremos que comiences a hacer amigos reales. Quiero decir, no se nos malinterprete, Meliana y Risa son grandes compañeros, pero ¿cuánto tiempo puede una dama y el tigre llenar el vacío que sólo las interacciones personales puede?

"Pensamos que entrar a la escuela es una gran manera para que usted comience a hacer más amigos y se siente muy solo cuando tu padre y yo estamos lejos. Su hermano y hermanas mayores están ocupados con sus propias cosas, y más compañía será bueno para usted."

Memel wanted to object, wanted to proclaim he was just fine with his pet Risa and Meliana as company, but looking into his mother's eyes Memel saw genuine worry and concern and looking over at his father, Memel saw the same concerned look reflected in his eyes as well. His parents were really worried about him becoming too estranged with reality.

"Your parents are right Memel," Meliana said cutting through his thoughts. She seemed to be on his parents side of the arguement, which hurt Memel a bit, as she usually agreed with him. Did Meliana not enjoy his company? "You might be thinking them unfair for what they're requesting of you, but they only want you to be happy with the decision."

After a moment of remorseful pondering and worrying at his lower lip, Memel replied, "Supongo que no sería tan malo para asistir a una escuela."

Lady Cadenza squealed in delight and pressed her son against her ample busom, cooing words of love and affection, telling Memel would enjoy his new school. Lord Antonio seemed to be filled with pride at the fact he was willing to attend school without a fuss, his silblings nearly threw hissy fits at the mention of being shipped off to some private school.

Memel broke away from his mother to look at both his parents. "Pero tengo una petición, si voy a la escuela, quiero Meliana allí conmigo."

"Ya atendidos." His father replied with a satisfied smile, "Hemos inscribimos Meliana como estudiante y para asegurarse de que puede mantener una estrecha vigilancia sobre usted. Es posible que se va a una escuela para estudiantes ricos, pero sigues siendo un Tazel, lo que significa que usted todavía tiene gente que tendrán que tenemos por delante. Y esto es sólo ante la mención del nombre de nuestra familia."

Memel smiled brightly, "Gracias, mamá, papá. Juro que haré orgulloso."

Translation time! In order from first to last

My angel, come here.

You know mama loves you very much, right?

Yes, mama.

I hate to break up such a heartwarming moment, but Cadenza, honey, we did call him for a reason.

Oh Tony, you're no fun. Alright, I guess we should tell our son and his ever faithful maid why we've summoned them.

Now Memel, your mother and I have discussed this for a while now and we believe it's for the best if you stop homeschooling and attended a real school.

You're fifteen now and no boy at your age from a respectable family like ours is going to spend his entire life being taught by tutors and isolating himself. It's time for you to face the world like a true Taźel.

School? What is papa talking about?

You're frightening the poor boy, dear. There is no need for all the theatrics. Memel, basically what your father is trying to get at is that we want you to start making actual friends. I mean, don't get us wrong, Meliana and Risa are great companions, but how long can a maid and tiger fill the void that only personal interactions can?

We think that you entering school is a great way for you to start making more friends and not feel so lonely when your father and I are away. Your older brother and sisters are busy with their own things, and more company will be good for you.

I guess it wouldn't be too bad to attend a school.

But I have a request, if I'm going to school, I want Meliana there with me.

Already taken care of. We've enrolled Meliana as a student as well to make sure she can keep a close eye on you. You may be going to a school for rich students, but you're still a Taźel, which means you'll still have people that will have it out for us. And this is just at the mention of our family name.

Thank you, mama, papa. I swear I'll make you proud.

A/N: Alright now that the prelude's over and done with, I can get started on the actually first chapter and have it uploaded by later today, or maybe tomorrow. This story will be updated speriodically, what with me now having a job and not that much free time on my hands now. I'm also in the market for a beta, a grammer-nazi type of beta, so hit me up if you're interested and I'll email you what I have.

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