3rd POV
"But...how did you know of the snake?" Arthur asks, quirking a brow, as Sebastian flashed back to the events a few days previous.
"He-Help me, Butler Sebastian!" The young man Mr Phipps coughed out, as the poison of the boa snake currently in Sebastian's grip was coursing through Phipps' veins.
"Well, if I were you, I wouldn't have laid my filthy paws on something that wasn't mine..." Sebastian says coolly, as Mr. Phipp's eyes widen in confusion, before he smirks.
"Ivy... she'll never be yours, fool. She's still clinging to her wall..." he says, before the poison consumes him, striking Mr Phipps dead.
Sebastian sighs, as he places the snake back in the vent for later. Mr Phipps has learned his lesson, better luck in his next life.
Hopefully, in his next life, he will keep his little paws to himself... actually...
Leaning close to the dead man, Sebastian places his lips on Mr Phipps', stealing the lingering soul from his body, digesting it quickly. Though it won't be as fine quality as his young master's, it was like cool lemonade on a hot day. Refreshing, but not appetizing or filling.
Why he took the soul of young Phipps? Sebastian wouldn't want to encounter Phipps' re-incarnated spirit, it wouldn't be a very pleasant event.
Besides, Phipps' soul would just shackle his longing for Ivy a bit. It would help Sebastian prevent himself from consuming the girl's soul.
"Oh yes, what kind of butler would I be if I didn't know of that?" Sebastian says, giving his close-eyed grin.
"But...what of Ivy? We have not seen her for a few days since she disappeared...and I hope she is no-"
(1st)
"Hell nah! The author can't kill me off this easily..." I strut into the room, causing jaws to drop. I was wearing a pair of black leggings, a loose, flowy black shirt, and a purple Cloche-style hat. Paired with my pastel pink knock-off Timberlands (which had a knife hidden in each heel) I was wearing my usual necklace, and an amethyst-cluster ring I found in a drawer with the label 'sleeper helper'.
Bless Conall for making this ring! When practicing magic, I didn't get as tired as I usually do. It might be because of my practicing, but now I can fly a broom! ANd I feel super energized now!
The reason I was gone 3 days? First 2 days I fell asleep, caught in Conall's memories, and yesterday I was practicing some more.
"Wha, where did you go off to, Ivy?!" Ciel asks, as he stands up, running towards me. I look as he jumps at me, wrapping me into a large hug. Smiling, I hug him back.
"I was cooking, and mistook the sleeping liquid for vinegar," I say with a shrug, pulling from Ciel's tight hug. "I was eating cookies in one of the closets in a room, and I fell asleep. Oopsies!"
Everyone's eyebrow twitches, as I look at Arthur. "Oh, yeah, Jeremy Rathbone is Sebastian if you didn't know that...but I take it you did. Alrighty than...can you sign me copy of A Study in Scarlet...please?" I ask, pulling out the copy. He sheepishly nods, as I pass him the book and a fountain pen (which are interesting, BIK is so boring compared to them) as he signs the book.
"Sweet!" I say, as he passes me back the book.
"So...you figured out the crime?" He asks, and I nod. "Well, it was pretty easy to connect the dots. I was afraid that I'd get murdered for pepper-spraying the asshole in the eye, but lo-and-behold, I'm still alive...or I'm a ghost. Spooky~" I waggle my fingers with a chuckle.
Sebastian proceeds to explain how he could be Jeremy, and Arnold is shook.
"So, why the innocent Mr. Woodley?" Arthur asks, leaning forward, interested.
"Didn't I tell you? He deserved to be in that horse carriage. Up front he runs a diamond polishing business...however, his true face is that of a weapon dealer who sells illegal weapons that he got with the diamonds in conflicted areas." Sebastian explains, and I nod.
"Yup! There was also an accident a couple weeks ago where the President of the Roze Company, which also excavates diamonds FYI, was murdered. He wanted to knock out other competitors to stay top banana." I explain.
"Through my own routes, I was able to confirm Woodley was criminal. For people of the Underground Society to use their power to endanger people of the normal society is grave violation of the rules. Since I was going to get rid of him anyway, he was the perfect scape-goat, no?" Ciel asks, a glint in his eye.
"It would clear the Queen's worries, make sure the young master and Ivy kept out of harm, it's 3 birds with one stone." Sebastian says, and I smile at the thought of them caring for me... but I feel like a liability.
"Mr. Woodley's words that time...what are you?!" Arthur asks, as his eyes widen.
"Tracking down people who break the commandments of the British underground society and dealing with them. I am the Queen's watchdog." He says, and I reflect to the dream with Conall...
If it was to continue through the family...I would be the paws of the dog... the supernatural entity side of the Underground.
The Queen's Cow! I have no idea what Conall's role is, but it is clearly a large secret...
No... if I'm here, that means I'm under the Watchdog's dog...
His bitch...
Hell nah!
I'll think of a cooler title later...
"N-no way...what is Ivy, than?" He asks, panicked eyes turning towards me.
"An American who had too much Taco Bell." I say, I mean, what was I supposed to say?! 'Oh yeah I got killed in a car crash and got sent back in time because reapers fucked up, I also happen was being taught how to be an assassin, I have no idea what career I want to be...and I'm a witch!'
Nah, Taco Bell is much simpler. "And after this Taco Bell, I was wandering the woods and showed up here. I've...helped catch the criminals that the Queen's pupper has had to deal with."
"I'm not a pupper!" Ciel says, blushing, and I lightly laugh. "And than there's this tall mess of a hunk here."
"I am not a mess, I am the perfect butle-" Sebastian says, as his eyebrow twitches, and I smile, looking up at him.
"Perfection is honestly very ugly, Sebastian. It is as flat as the characters written on a mediocre scrap of paper, the perfect human being doesn't physically exist. That's why I've never been fond of 'perfect' man novels...ugh..." I stick my tongue out in distaste.
"Wh-wh..." Arthur starts, and Sebastian is right behind him. "My truth is that I am not human," he says in a deep tone, eyes glowing bright pink, as Arthur falls back from his chair onto the floor.
"'Now that I do know it, I shall try my best to forget it.' Right, Mr. Wordsmith?" Sebastian asks, as a black, smokey visual covers him. Closing my eyes, I feel what feels like to be the warm air sucking out of the environment, turning dark.
A few moments later, it is warm again, and I open my eyes to see a normal Sebastian. "Why did you reveal your true form, Sebastian?" Ciel asks, and Sebastian smirks.
"Well, he is a writer. If he goes through an eccentric experience he will absolutely want to write about it. Writers are those kinds of creatures." Turning to me, Sebastian smirks lightly. "Ivy, didn't you enjoy his novels? You have the signed copy, and seemed very excited to meet Mr. Wordsmith. Don't you wish for more?"
"Yes..." I say, mind spinning in thought. Is that why Arthur has so many books in the future...?
Sebastian Moran...is the butler Sebastian! He is considered a 'dangerous man', so that's where Sebastian plays in, I believe...
(temporary skip to the future-this is unimportant)
Arthur had been considering writing his dear pen-pal friend, Ivy, into his story, but he didn't know where to place her. She was a genius, with a unique personality, so how would she fit in?
"The only people taken seriously in this day and age are white men. Ciel over there has a hard time enough as it is, as he looks like a child with the brain capacity of an adult, but a white woman? Oh lord, that's hilarious, even if I'm better than everyone in this room, I'd still be considered lower."
Arthur was suddenly struck with a thought, and immediately began writing. What if Ivy was not a woman in the story...but a white man? For comedic purposes, he's going to make her old and fat... Yes, why not make her, scratch that, make him the brother of Sherlock Holmes...as Mycroft.
(BACK TO THE bASIC BITCHES)
"I'm heading to the kitchen, I'm absolutely starving for some grapes, for some odd reason. I'll be back soon~!" I say cheerfully, running away before anyone could stop me. Honestly, I would have cried if I was there to witness Snake be upset with how his family was taken from him...
"Sebastian! You left us too early!" I wail, as I wear a lacy black dress, a black cap placed on my head. I weep over his grave, as Mey-Rin, Finny and I hug each other.
"Let's go now," Ciel says, as everyone rises, sadly walking away.
"Sebastian...I'm going home now." I say, placing my hand on his gravestone. "I'll miss you, and since you're gone, I'll take all your possessions in your wardrobe, for safekeeping of course."
The bell starts to frantically ring, so much the little bell-ringer part fell off. Just like the 2016 Olympics during the 500!
"The bell on the grave rung?" Finny asks, confused as the bell keeps shaking. "Oh my, if that bell rings, it means he's still alive!" The Undertaker says, and I move aside next to the Undertaker as all the men dig.
Glancing at the Undertaker's features, it seems almost as if he hasn't aged since the 1850s, when Conall's memories take place. His hair has certainly grown, and his posture has changed to a more slouched, relaxed form.
"Undertaker, why did you decide to be an...undertaker? That sentence sounds oddly phrased, but why did you chose that profession?" I asked, and he smiled a chesire-grin.
"Well, it is a front business, after all. But, I certainly take it seriously and enjoy it...but something about taking this job seemed right for me. The side job was for..." The Undertaker says, as the smile falls off his face. "I...I don't know."
Raising a finger, he lightly traces the scar on his face with his black fingernail. "It's on the tip of my tongue..."
The coffin is suddenly brought up from its plot, and Sebastian pops up. "Goodness, I finally got out of there." He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
Suddenly, everyone rushes forward at Sebastian, tackling him into a hug. I laugh, as we make our way home, everyone crying tears of joy.
March 26th, 1888, London, England. 6:00 AM
"So we have to travel to Porthcurno for a guard-dog duty?" I ask Ciel, who nods. "We'll be leaving today, Sebastian has already packed your bags. The servants, including the new one, are coming too. And please, stop fawning over Snake's 'hotness!'" Ciel responds, using quotation marks, and I giggle. He smiles slightly, and sighs.
"I'd also like to talk to you about...courting you." He says, looking at his feet, and I blush slightly. "Ciel, did you forget what I said? I don't see you tha-"
"Ivy, you're the most lovely and smartest woman I've ever met, so I'd really like to pursue you romantically. The courtship season is approaching soon, and I'd like to attempt..." He says, and I sigh.
"Alright, you can attempt to court me, but I won't cave in so easily. Now, let's go to Porthcurno!" I say, standing up from where I was sitting, removing the blanket on my legs. Ciel's eyes widen to see I was wearing a short skirt (2016 baby!) with one of my Victorian tops.
"What the hell is that short, small mess?!" He asks, eyes widening in shock as I laugh. "Don't worry Ciel, my stylist based it off of your dick. You should be used to seeing disappointments in your life already, though." I respond, and his face flushes red.
"Don't worry, I'll change~" I giggle, taking both of my hands and pushing him out of the room, before slamming my door.
Good riddance!
As Ivy lightly stepped away from the cabin, Ciel and Sebastian exchanged a glance.
"So...you plan on pursuing Ivy in courtship?" Sebastian asks with a smirk, as Ciel flushes, jaw opening.
"I-Idiot! How do you know that?!" Ciel asks, and Sebastian smirk twitches. "What kind of butler would I be if I did not know of the affairs of my master and Ivy?" The smirk falls off Sebastian's face, "You do realize that once you meet your goal, I will take your soul, correct?"
Ciel nods, a serious look on face. "Of course I do, Sebastian. But what does this have to do with Ivy Taylor?"
"You'll be leaving her behind to me, if anything/" Sebastian finishes with a smirk, watching as an angry look comes on Ciel's face.
"I can always command you to never show slight emotion towards her again, or pursue her, so what is stopping me?" He seethes, as a Sebastian's red eyes flash momentarily, but Ciel catches it. Sebastian leans forward, so he is eye-to-eye level with an angered Ciel.
"Because you already know who she harbors feelings for," He whispers, and Ciel clenches his eye closed, before opening it again, slightly bored-looking.
His defensive mask: the look of boredom.
"You are right, Sebastian." Ciel says, and Sebastian gives a shit-eating grin. "She doesn't harbor feelings for you or me romantically."
Sebastian opens his mouth in surprise, before closing it, giving a neutral expression like always. "Really now? What evidence do you have of this?"
Ciel scoffs, looking out the window as Ivy walks away from the cabin with a slight bounce in her steps. "Have you ever actually seen Ivy? Her heart seemingly lies with herself...or someone else who's not either of us."
Sebastian follows Ciel's gaze, and his eyes flash. He wonders if there is another man or woman... who is it?
"Well, that makes me free to pursue her." Sebastian says with a smirk, glancing down at his young master. "Is this fine with you, young master?"
"No comment..." Ciel grumbles, "I was going to ask you to follow her to make sure she doesn't get in trouble but now..."
"I'll start on preparations instead...will the beach be to Ivy's liking? The ocean view is simply marvelous." Sebastian asks, as Ciel nods.
"Yes, she did like the lake in Houndsworth, so she would probably like swimming in the ocean..." Ciel replies dejectedly, a bored tone rising in voice, as Sebastian bows.
"Certainly, young master."
Unknowingly, Ciel had sealed Ivy's fate with those words.
"Of course Porthcurno's village has to be right next to the ocean..." I mutter, looking over the ocean as I stand on the cliff. The breeze ruffles my skirt, and I place my hand on my head so my straw hat stays in place.
The ocean has bad memories...though it is certainly a lovely sight. It is a bit chillier than I expected, I should probably get some warmer clothes.
Walking towards the center of the village, I get odd looks at my clothes, but I honestly don't care. Whispers of the words 'whore' 'prostitute' 'slut' float around, and, truthfully, I'd be concerned if I didn't hear those words.
My clothes are short and scandalous for this time period, and that is that. Looking towards a clothing store with generic clothing items, I step inside.
A jingle alerts the clerk I entered, but he snoozes away. What an old geezer.
Picking out a black reefer coat, a blue beret and a bundle of red yarn, I place the correct amount of cash on the counter, careful not to disturb the old man. I put my hat down, as I put on the straw hat I was wearing on the old man. His fatness complimented the tiny hat, making it a comedic partnership...hehe.
Putting the yarn in my pocket, I don the beret, and step out of the shop, placing my hands in my pockets as I make my way back to the cabin.
-le carriage, April 1st-
"The case is that a young girl, relative of the Queen, went missing at Porthcurno's bay area. We've cleared out the whole area for today's investigations," Ciel says, as the carriage rumbles on. It was an open-air carriage, and I could see the beautiful scenery as we made our way to the beach.
"That's great, but we probably won't have to stay very long," I say, hoping that Ciel gets the hint.
"Nonsense, we'll stay as long as we need to. I take my duties seriously as the WatchDog," Ciel scoffs, and I sigh. "Alright. May I ask why the trio of servants are coming with us? We've never had them come to a case with us," I ask, looking at the carriage behind us. The servants were in it, with Tanaka holding the reigns.
"And where is Sebastian too? I mean, I don't have any problems with Snake being our footman, but I haven't seen him all morning, and it's 10:00. I'd thought he'd have made an appearance now, but..."
"Do you have feelings for Sebastian, Ivy?" Ciel asks me, looking out of the corner of his eye at me. I chuckle lightly, cheeks tinting pink slightly. "No, I don't, but he acts like I do sometimes."
Did I have feelings for Sebastian...? He seems quite pompous and arrogant when he wishes to be...besides, he'd only want to eat my soul. Devils don't have emotions of love seemingly...
"Do you have feelings for anyone, Ivy?" Ciel asks, turning to face me now, and I smile lightly, eyes turning towards the ocean.
"I guess I did..." I say, as the smile falls from my face, memories crashing down on me like the waves...
His dull, purple eyes, no longer full of life...blood spilli-
"Ivy, we're about to arrive. I need to organize something really quick, so can you put on a blindfold? It's very secretive, so..." Ciel trails off, and I snap back to reality to see Ciel holding a black tie in his hand. I nod with a small smile, tying it around my eyes, causing the world to go black.
I hear the shuffling of feet, murmurs, and suddenly I feel hands taking the blindfold off my head. The world is over-bearingly bright for a moment, and my eyes adjust to see...
A table with food lined on it...pizza, sandwiches, grapes, watermELONNNNN, fries, chicken, water, what appeared to be Kool Aid...balloons hung from this table, and a banner was strewn from under it with awkwardly place lettering that spelled 'Hapy Birthday'
Hapy?
Birthday?!
Today...April 1st...I'm turning 16!
No, not turning... I am 16!
"Happy Birthday, Ivy!" Voices chorus from behind me, and I turn around in my seat to see all my friends! There was the Phantomhive Manor cast, and Lizzie and her family, Lau and Friends, Soma, Agni, Madame Red and what appears to be a butler, Will, Grell (red hair) the Undertaker, and...
"Oh my god, is that Lee and Arno?!" I exclaim, looking at my friends from Sweden. The duo waved excitedly at me, and I grin at how their hands lightly brushed against each other. OTP!
Lee's hair was still the same length, but you could see his cross dangle-piercing better. He had 2 braids on the right side, and his blue eyes continued to twinkle. Arno had gotten a buzzcut, and his eyebrows seemed to be slightly wider now. His brown eyes were still stern as I remembered, but they still were bright.
"Of course! Who could pretend to be us!" Lee says, flipping his hair over his shoulder, and I lightly laugh, hopping out of the carriage.
"And what wonderful decorations!" I say with a smile, and Finny grins. "I made the sign, while Bard and Mey-Rin blew up the balloons! I spelled 'Happy' correct, right?" He asks, and I just nod slightly...
I can't remember if Finny can read or not, but I'm leaning towards 'not.'
"Oh Ivy!" A thick, Indian accent exclaims, when I feel myself pulled into a big hug by a purple blur. "Woah Soma! You've got a tight hug there," I laugh out, and Agni chuckles sheepishly.
"He's just excited to see you." He explains, as Soma nods in agreement. "So...happy!"
"Men! That is a young woman!" A strict, yet caring voice says, as Agni pulls away. I crane my neck up to look at the Marchioness, who has her hair pulled back into a tight bun.
"Hello, Marchioness Midford," I greet, and she nods at me, as I hear a loud squeal. "IVYYYYYYYYYYY~!"
Turning my gaze to Lizzie, I give her a wide grin. "Hello Lizzie!" I say, as we lean forward, giving each other a quick, tight hug.
"Oh, Happy Birthday! You're getting somewhat taller, and I'm just so jealous of your chest!" She rushes, and flushes pink.
"Oh! I forgot men are here, I'm so so so sorry!" She apologizes in a high pitched voice, bowing multiple times. Her voice is so high only dogs can hear it!
Reader, you may be wondering how I can hear it, then? Well, it's simply because I'm a bad bitch.
"Ivy," Mrs. Midford says, and I turn my head back to her to see a man with intense eyebrows, combed to the side blonde hair, a pornstache and a slight goatee.
"I am Marquess Midford, but you can call me Mr. Midford. Nice to meet you" he says with a light smile, and a cheery voice. I smile in response, and we shake each other's hands.
"Pleasure is all mine," I say, as my gaze travels to an awkward, stiff-looking boy next to Mr. Midford. He has spiky blonde hair, with sharp green eyes.
Basically, a smore, (hotter), intense version of Lizzie. He awkwardly blushes, and looks away.
"And, what is your name?" I ask, and he looks at me again, eyes connecting.
"I am Edward Midford, pleasure to meet you!" He says robotically, and I giggle. "I'm Ivy Adams, nice to meet you too." I say, as I extend my hand to shake his, but he surprises me by bending down slightly to kiss the back of my hand.
"You are very lovely!" He says robotically, and I smile, cheeks tinting pink slightly. "Thank you, that is very nice of you."
He could use a bit of work while talking to girls...but he's better than some people.
"Anyway," Marchioness Midford says, drawing my attention back to her. "I was thinking we should arrange a marriage between Edward and you, Ivy."
Edward and my jaws drop, as we exchange glances at each other. "Ehhhh?"
"Well, Ivy, you are from a noble family, correct? I don't mind if you aren't, even though you're already American, as you seem very capable," Marchioness trails off, as I blush. Putting my hands over my mouth, I shake my head.
"My parents were voice actors for a bit, but my dad works at a department store and my mom is Chief Assistant to some small business." I explain, and the Marchioness looks over me once more.
"Well, you can still marry my son. Shall I discuss this with your parents?" She asks, as Mr. Midford gives a thumbs up. "This is all groovy with me!" He exclaims joyfully.
Groovy?!
"I wouldn't mind being married to Ivy, she seems like an amazing woman!" Edward says as his face burns red and I sigh.
"Can we discuss this later, please? I really don't plan on being married anytime soon...or want to marry, actually. I only turned 16 today, after all. Eddy does seem like a great person though, it's nothing against him..." I trail off, scratching the back of my neck.
"Oh, alright, only because it's your birthday." Marchioness replies with a sigh, "Eddy?" Edward asks, confused as I feel a slight tug on my arm, and I'm pulled back to face-
"Auntie Red!" I exclaim, giving her a hug, and she wraps her arms around me. "Oh it's Ivy-Wivy! How are you darling?" She asks, and I pull back to face her.
Her hair is slightly longer now, where the shortest part of her hair is chin length, and the tips go down to the beginning of her neck. She has a glow in her eyes now, and she seems healthier too.
"I'm doing great, did you get a new butler?" I ask, looking at the man behind her. He had brown hair that was slicked back slightly, which had some brown hairs sticking out. He had twinkling grey eyes, and bright white teeth when he smiled at me.
Damn Auntie Red, you got yourself one hottie here. I say he's about... 3
"Yes, I am," he says, offering his hand to shake. "I'm Dan Chester, pleasure to meet you."
Chester...Dalles...
#Challes4Life
"Ivy Adams," I say, shaking it in reply. "I'm going to go get a refreshment for you, Mistress Red. What would you like?" He asks, turning to Madame Red.
"A water please, and I've told you before to call me Madame, Mr. Chester, " she giggles out teasingly, and Dan Chester smiles. "Well, I'll call you by Madame Red when you start calling me Dan. Miss Ivy, would you like anything?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"No thank you," I reply, as he nods, and turns away. Looking at a flushed Auntie Red, I poke her in the cheek. "You~ Like~ Him~!" I say, and she puts her head in her hands.
"Ohhhh I know I do! But I don't know if he'll return my feelings, besides I'm a noblewoman and he's just a servant! I don't know what to do~!" She says sadly, and I pull her into another hug.
"What happens is for a reason, I think this is a second chance at finding love. Love happens in the most unexpected places, and you can't fight it, I'd know. I think he likes you too, just see what happens." I say, and she nods, pulling back from the hug.
"I must go say hi to my nephew, please excuse me. Happy Birthday, Ivy." She says, and I smile at her as she walks away.
"Hello, Ivy," A stoned voice says from behind me, and I nearly fall over from the spoop.
"Cheese and crackers Lau! Don't scare me!" I say, turning around to see Lau in his usual garb, Ran Mao clinging to his side in her classic showy-offy outfit.
"Sorry we couldn't greet you earlier, the blonde boy over there almost had a heart attack when we tried to approach you. I wonder why though..." Lau thinks aloud, and I shrug, looking at Ran Mao's outfit again.
"I wonder why, thanks for coming, though," I say with a smile, and Lau nods. "We wouldn't haved missed it for the world, right Ran Mao?" Lau asks, and she nods.
"Correct," she says quietly, looking at me with her big eyes.
"Let's play a party game!" Someone exclaims, and I look over my shoulder to see a volleyball net set up.
When did that happen?!
"Ivy should be a team captain, and..." Finny says, looking at the crowd of people, "and Soma should lead the other team!"
"Yay!" Soma says, and I shrug, "Why not!" I say, stepping up to the volleyball net.
We proceeded to pick teams, and mine was boss af. I managed to snag Agni before Soma did (RIP Soma), and my team was:
Agni, Arno, Lee, and Finny.
Soma's team was: Ciel, Lizzie, Edward, Bard and Dan.
Willie Spears drew the lines for the match, while Sebastian was head referee. The Undertaker and Mr. Middleford were line guards, while everyone else was watching on the side lines.
"I'll start a bet, whoever wishes for Ivy's team bet here!" Madame Red exclaims, and I sweat drop.
"And for Soma's over here!" Lau's stone voice calls out.
"Oh, this is going to be so hard to do it in this dress!" Lizzie says with a wail, looking at her baby pink sundress. "I don't want it to get all sandy!"
"Oh yeah, Ivy, you'll have a hard ti-" Agni starts, but Lee shushes him.
"Ivy's always prepared," Lee says, and Arno sweat drops. "I know too well." Arno says, recalling how I kicked his ass.
"Of course bitchachos!" I exclaim, moving my hand to the side, and ripping away my skirt to reveal running shorts (by Pike!) and myself shoeless. Edward turns bright red, averting his eyes.
"H-H-How scandalous!" He exclaims, and I giggle. "My legs are freeeeee!" I exclaim, and Soma laughs.
"You ladies can go first since you have a minority!" He calls out, and Finny gasps. "We aren't all ladies! Just Ivy!"
"Yeah!" I grumble, as Bard tosses me the ball from the other side.
Stepping back, I throw the ball up into the air, and do a run and spike it down to the other side, hitting the cigarette out of Bard's mouth.
"1-0!" Sebastian says cheerfully, as everyone's jaw drops, and turn towards me. I arch a brow in confusion, "What? Smoking is bad and cancerous!"
We continue to play, until, finally, my team wins! 25-22, it was really close. Finny was a good bumper, while Arno and Lee set each other up.
Agni, of course, was the best spiker.
But, Soma's team was pretty good, but it was basically Bard, Edward and Soma. Dan hit the ball in the opposite direction, while Lizzie shied from the ball and Ciel half-heartedly bumped it, but it was pretty fun!
And, the best part was the winning team got to eat first! And, we each got the equivalent of 20 dollars from the bet!
I started chatting with Ran Mao who was separated from Lau when he went to the bathroom, but it was a really awkward conversation. "I'm going to go change into my swim suit, I'll see you later!" I exclaim, eager to leave the awkward conversation, as they wave goodbye. I go over to the servants, who passed me my bag, which had sunscreen, books, etc in it.
"I packed it with your swim suit from last time, yes I did!" Mey-Rin exclaims, and my thoughts drift to my bikini.
"Hell yeah! Thanks Mey-Rin!" I say, giving her a quick hug, before I run to the changing area that had been set up. Quickly changing into my bikini and spraying sunscreen on myself, I plop on my sunglasses and run out shoeless.
"Woo!" I say, as I lay out my towel next to Grell, who's wearing a female bathing suit. "It's such a nice day, isn't it?" I ask her, and she looks over her cat-eye red sunglasses at me.
"Dammmn girl! That's sooooo much skin, I love it!" She says, and I smile, lying on the towel and reach into my bag, pulling out a book.
"I'm glad you could come, though. Are you currently working?" I ask, and she sighs. "Noooo, I'm so disappointed that I'm not working. I just came here for food and to check out Sebas-chan's ass...no offense to you."
"None taken, he has a great ass." I respond, looking at the ocean, slightly shuddering. I see Lau floating out there on a giant raft with his harem, smoking his hookah. The Undertaker is also out there with William on a large coffin-shaped raft, and they both seem to be engaged in an intense conversation.
"But..." Grell starts, "I don't know why William is here, he's usually really anal about missing work."
Before I could dwell on the thought, a dark shadow is cast over me, blocking the sun.
"Miss Ivy, what have I told you about exposing such skin in front of my young master? Even if it is your birthday, I cannot permit this." Sebastian asks with a shit-eating grin, and I sweat drop.
"Sebastian, everyone is, like, 200 feet away from me! I look like a blob from this distance!" I exclaim, and he tsks.
"I guess I'll have to deliver punishment, than..." he says huskily, and Grell nose bleeds.
"Sebas-chan, if I dress like Ivy I want you to punish meeeee tooooo~!" Grell exclaims, popping up from where she was tanning to attack Sebastian in a hug, but Sebastian pushes Grell into the sand, causing her to get their hair sand-dusted.
"MY HAIRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Grell's sad voice cries out, and I would have laughed except I was afraid of what punishment was.
"S-Sebastian...pl-please don't tell me it involves the o-o-ocean..." I stutter, and he smirks. Fear creeps up, as the sound of the ocean's crashing waves seems to amplify.
"It may be possibly related to it..." he says, and I shriek.
"Anything but the ocean!" I say, running away from him. This may have encouraged him, as I soon feel two gloved hands on my waist.
"Oh, you're going to be such a drenched kitty once I dunk you in the water..." He says, and I flail. "Sebastian, stop please! I don't like the ocean! I'll change swimsuits...b-but anything but the ocean!"
"In...you...go!" He says, before flinging me upwards into the air, where I zoom over the water.
"Noooooo!" I scream, as I feel weightless for a moment. Tears stream down my face as I enter the watery grave, salt water stinging my lungs.
Closing my eyes as I sink beneath the ocean waves, strong memories over power me, causing me to not be able to move.
His eyes, his laugh, him holding my hand, the plunge of the kni-
Meanwhile on the shore, Sebastian seemed to move his hands against each other as if to dust himself off.
"It doesn't seem like Ivy's come out of the water..." Grell says, standing up. Sebastian's eyes widen.
Was she afraid of the ocean?
In a flash, he jumped upwards and dove into the ocean to see a sinking Ivy, who looks on the brink of drowning.
A new feeling overcomes Sebastian that makes him uncomfortable...what is this called?!
Kicking downwards, Sebastian picks up her limp body, pulling her head out of the ocean.
This feeling...it feels like a mixture of two emotions...one is what he believes is guilt. He feels as it is his fault for Ivy nearly dying...
Kicking towards the Undertaker's raft, which is the closest place, he places her shivering body on the raft, before pulling himself out.
"Finally," William T. Spears says, opening his notebook. "I can finally get to the bottom of this. I can't decide if there was a glitch...or..."
Pressing on Ivy's chest, Sebastian's hands slightly tremble.
This other emotion...it swells within his chest. It feels tight, and if he had lungs, Sebastian would probably not have been able to breathe.
William was a reaper...here to collect Ivy's soul, most likely.
The bundle in Sebastian's chest caused his hands to shake, as he leaned down, placing his lips on Ivy's and breathed air into her lungs.
Ah, this emotion, Sebastian knew what it was now.
'Fear.'
"There's her cinematic record... but she has everything messed up..." William says, as he reaches forward with his hand, pulling a glowing silver bundle out of her chest. "Hmm...this is odd. It's locked, I can't open or view it. Undertaker, what code is this?"
"Code 6,669,420." Undertaker responds, and William's eyes widen. "Really now? Wow, I wonder who's powerful enough to do that...alright then..."
"What does that number mean?" Sebastian questions, concerned for Ivy, and William looks up at Sebastian and glares. "Hands off demon, she's not dying, her cinematic record is unbreakable. Also meaning her soul is unstealable, FYI."
With a flurry of finger movements, the bundle became a straight line, enlarging into a flat screen and Will grinned. "Let's sta-"
"Hey! Ivy here!" Ivy's face appeared from the glowing silver screen, as she stepped back to reveal a white background. She was wearing her hair in the buns and a plane white dress. Everything was a duller version of their regular color, except the purple in her hair.
"Well, if you're watching this, that means you're a nosy asshole who doesn't know what privacy means. I'm unconscious right now, and not dead. But, I'll sell the viewing of my memories for a price..." the Ivy on the screen says, and everyone sweat drops.
"Stop stalling, we'll give you 1,000 pounds," William says, and Ivy fist pumps. "Hell yeah! Alright, give it to conscious me, she'll be able to remember this whole ordeal, AKA life flashing before eyes. Lean back, turn off all mobile devices, and don't make out with the boyfriends in the back of the theater, dat nasty! Copyright policies enforce that y'all can't republish this. Damn pirates...This viewing is a special, adaptation where you get important information I deemed good enough to show you to not reveal too much, but just enough for a backstory. Anyway, on with the show!"
The screen fades to black to show a small baby with curly hair, who was giggling at her parents making silly faces, making odd voices.
Born April 1st...what a joke. To add to this humorous factor, my parents named me 'Taylor Ivy Taylor.' Yes, that's me, Taylor Taylor. But I decided to go by Ivy so I still have my real name in me, somewhere. I feel like my parents were drunk when they filled out my birth certificate, but it was probably an error while filling it out. My parents were actually pretty odd in general though...you can see them making weird voices and stuff, for example. But, this is pretty explainable, as my parents were both voice actors for a small company. I consider this in my favor, as they had plenty of time to raise me as a child...and to have another kid with a less-shitty name. My sister Natalie and I grew up together as good friends, and then I went to k5.
When I was growing up, I was considered a genius in k5...
The scene flashes to a young girl wearing pink trousers and a shirt with a kitty on it with a pink bow in its hair. The little girl had slightly tanned skin, and had short, curly hair by their ears. She was giggling, as she ran around with other children who were wearing a similar fashion.
I knew how to read longer sentences. I could sit in a chair for a long period of time. Left and right are two different things. And I could add. Whoop-dee-doo. So, my parents, instead of sending me to 1st grade with all my other peers, leveled me up to 2nd grade. Where I was tiny compared to the other big kids, but they considered me a friend anyway. I grew close with them and established bonds.
The screen flashed to the parents arguing, with the more-grown Natalie and Ivy hiding behind a door, watching them.
When I was in fourth grade, my parents were debating whether to quit where they were working. My mom wanted to take the new job opportunity available to both of them in Oakland, California, where there was better pay, but my dad said the company was failing, and that area where we'd live in for the transfer would be shady.
The scene flashed to a slightly older Ivy, who was playing with a slightly-older Natalie in a barren room. Ivy's hair was down to her waist, and she looked tired.
In the end, we moved, but my dad was right. The company failed, and we no longer had any money to move again, as we had bought the house. So, Natalie and I enrolled in public school, but my health was failing from stress. I was becoming overweight.
A chubby Ivy appeared on the screen, with puffed cheeks. Her hair was slightly shorter, but it was greasier. Pimples lined Ivy's face, and she looked extremely sad.
So, with the money my parents could scrape together, they enrolled me in Tae Kwon Do. And damn, I was boss at it. So much I lost all the weight, gained muscle, and was winning competitions.
An image of an Ivy doing a series of martial arts moves appeared on the screen, as she wore white robes and finished off with a black belt.
One night after practice at the end of fourth grade, my parents couldn't pick me up after, so I had the option of taking a 2 mile walk home through the good neighborhood, or cut through a bad area and save a mile...so I chose the shorter route.
A small Ivy was walking in a darkly lit alleyway, when a crash was heard. She turned around and saw that on the sidewalk behind her, and what appears to be a man who was being robbed.
With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I ran forward and beat up the robber...who was a pimply 14 year-old teenager.
An image of a sheepish Ivy was there, as the old man and teenager were talking to her.
It turned out that they were doing a scenario for training. The old man was a teacher at Archangels of Samael, and the teenager was a student. The old professor man was the brother of the principal, and offered me a scholarship at AoS.
I wanted a better life, and I also wanted to become smart and help others...
"Would you sell your soul to do this? Metaphorically, of course. Once you start, there's no going back." The old man on screen says, as Ivy nods frantically.
So, I told my mom and dad that I was offered an academic scholarship, and with a fake pamphlet and a visit from the old dude, I went off to Michigan for the school.
Scenes flashed before them, including Ivy pushing a piano down the stairs, throwing knives at targets, shooting guns, riding a reindeer, etc.
Everything was normal, and I grew up with friends there, and soon became my class representative with my skills for 9th grade. But, I was often depressed as I didn't see my family much anymore, and I believed they would think of me as a monster. I was considered a 'master' for my level, most likely as I no longer felt emotion when I carried out missions.
An image of a slightly younger looking Ivy was on the screen, with long hair pulled into a tight bun, slight curls escaping and framing her face. Though she looked lovely and pristine, something was...missing. There was no light in her eyes, and she was missing the purple hair too...
"Order, order!" A faceless person says, and with a sigh, the Ivy on screen watched all the rich, stuck up snobs who bought their way into class representative mingle. Bored, I take a drag from the cigarette, the disgusting rat poison filling my lungs. I felt dead from killing all those people, what's a bit more dread?
After all, a cigarette is a classy, formal version of committing suicide.
"Hey," a light voice says, and the Ivy on screen turns to face a smiling boy. He had piercing purple eyes, which was odd, and light brown hair, styled similarly to Sebastian's. He had a white smile with a slight crook in his left tooth, giving a small gap. He was a lot taller than her, around 6'.
"I'm Michael Adams, year 10 representative," Michael says, and Ivy smiles, taking his hand. "Ivy..."
"Ivy Taylor? I've heard of you! You're really cool!" He exclaims, and Ivy blushes slightly. "Thanks...
"But...why are you smoking? It's not good at all," he says, and Ivy looks down at the cigarette. "I...don't know..." Ivy says, as she throws it at the ground, smashing it.
The two mingle, and the scene fades.
Michael and I developed feelings for each other, and we soon became a couple. He made me look at the brighter side of life, and I learned to enjoy the little thing. He shared his words of wisdom with me, and he taught me more in only a year than I had known my entire life. We went on missions together, heck, we even dyed our hair the color of each other's eyes.
On screen, Ivy was putting a weird silver plates in Michael's hair white some was on her long hair, and they were laughing together. His hair seemed to be thinner, but Ivy didn't seem to notice, or some of the sheddings that were coming off Michael's head.
Sebastian's eyebrow twitched at the scene, he thought Ivy wasn't in a relationship with anyone.
Last year when I just turned 15, sometime in May, I was eligible for a new mission, and I was advised not to take it, as it was for college students. But, Michael had started behaving oddly, and convinced me to go on the mission with him. He'd infiltrate the drug ship on it's way to Cuba first, and I'd get in once it was clear. After all, we loved going to the beach together and swimming in the ocean. What would be more fun than a beach mission? I remember what he said... "One last fun mission, how about the beach? After we can hang out and drink smoothies from pineapples or swim in the ocean!"
Ivy with long braided hair, donned in tight pants with a purple bomber jacket and boots kicked open a door, and her jaw opened. In chains was a thinner, paler Michael, surrounded by men in guns, who looked up at Ivy with smirks on their face.
"I-Ivy, escape..." he whispers, and Ivy noticed the blood coating Michael which trail down from his lips.
They tortured Michael...the only one I've loved with all my heart. Something caged within me snapped...
This was anger.
Blue eyes glowing angrily, she unsheathed her knives. The people who kidnapped Michael started firing shots at Ivy, but she blocked them with each knife, sending them flying back towards the shooters into their foreheads, knocking them all dead.
I was pissed.
But Ivy's face remained neutral, as she wordlessly picked him up, snapping his chains, and heaving him over her shoulder. This did not falter her, as she stepped out of the room, and calmly walked down the deck,
As the shooters shot at her, with a flurry of hand movements she deflected each hit, sending the shots back to the shooters. Ivy's eyes glowed blue the whole time, as she set Michael down onto a chair once everyone on the deck was dead.
Stepping inside the door labelled 'office', she saw the boss who was wanted.
"Hello, puta, I've seen you through my camera-" the eye patched drug dealer starts, when Ivy throws her knife at his forehead, instantly killing him. Walking over to the knife and yanking it from his forehead, she wipes the blood from her sword onto his expensive suit, and leaves the office back to Michael, who was now unconscious.
Picking him up again, and feeling how his heart was declining in rate, Ivy ran towards the escape boat and hopped inside, dropping it down to the ocean with a large SPLASH!
Michael was fading quickly...and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He was punctured partially in the lung already with a bullet, and he had wounds all over the rest of his body.
"I-Ivy..." Michael starts, as he shakily reaches towards my belt, pulling out my heavy knife, sinking it into Ivy's free hand.. "K-kill me..."
"Noo, Michael, you'll be fine," Ivy cooed, as tears run down her face, dripping onto Michael's chest as she stroked Michael's face, her blue eyes still glowing. "We'll get you to a hospital, we'll get you into surgery, hold on!"
He coughed out a small laugh, "I'm g-going t-t-t-t-o die, I w-want you to...be th-the one..."
My heart was breaking at how I couldn't help him. How I couldn't save the man I loved.
"Michael, I can't do this, I don't hate you enough to kill you," Ivy said with heavy breathing, as he clenched his fingers around the blade in Ivy's hand.
"I-if yo-you love me, you-u'd unnnnn-nnderstand," he says, and Ivy sobs freely, as she places the knife downwards on her chest. "I'mmmm g-going to die annnyway..."
"I love you, Michael... and you'll always be in my heart..." Ivy says with a trembling voice, as she leans forward and kisses Michael on the lips. He kisses her back, removing his lips from hers as he kissed away her tears, before kissing her lips once more.
With shaky hands, Ivy plunges the knife into his heart while he was kissing her, causing him to gasp. She keeps her lips on his until she no longer feels him breathing, and she sobs, pulling back from his body.
"Michael, why!" Ivy sobs, burying her head in her hands. Sobs wracked her body, making her throat dry from the cries of anguish, her eyes ran tears saltier than the ocean, and she cried for hours until the rescue boat came to shore.
Standing up with shaky legs, Ivy pulled Michael's body from the rescue boat, and with shaky muscles, she collapsed onto the sand with Michael, tangling herself with him.
Michael's life alert activated the moment his heart stopped beating, and within 10 minutes of landing upon shore, rescue was there to help me.
An image of Ivy, with a hollowed look on her face appeared as her eyes were sunken, the bright blue was foggy with unshed tears.
Michael would have never lived, the autopsy revealed he was developing gliomas, and didn't tell anyone. The saddest thing is I couldn't tell anyone how he died, as it was privacy policy for Archangels of Samael. I had to tell his family he died through a suicide, a damn suicide!
He kept it between him and his doctor, and he found that out 6 months previous to this. I should have noticed, noticed how he was shedding like a dog, how he'd complain about headaches, how he lost weight... but I was selfish, and only cared for us, not for him.I killed the man I loved, and it haunts me to this day. If I hadn't even gone to the damned school, Michael could still be alive today, hospitalized, but receiving treatments.
Ivy, now donned in black, was standing in front of a coffin, long hair pulled into a bun under a black hat. She looked at the coffin, but seemed to be a million miles away.
Now, she was looking in a mirror at her own reflection, and she took the knife that she had killed Michael with and chopped off the bun her hair was in, causing it to wildly come around her face. The edges slowly turned purple, but Ivy payed no mind to it, as she threw the bun into the trash can, and ran from the funeral to a bar.
That night, I drank in Michael's name, and have vowed to not touch a drop of alcohol until I'm legal, now. Michael would have scolded me for under aged drinking, after all.
Soon, my friends brought me out of my self-wallowing period, and I was back to normal, with small reminders of Michael. He had left me 10,000 dollars for the 'shopping spree he could never take me on', according to his will, so early August I went to the mall and shopped 'til I dropped.
Literally.
On the screen, a metal contraption hit Ivy, causing her to fly into the air and dropping to the ground...seemingly dead, when a pair of shoes appeared by her head.
I was offered another chance at living, and took it. So, I was sent over to London, England, dropped into the middle of a forest.
"Adam Adams, better a flowerpot than your ex-mistress," The Ivy on screen says, wincing at it.
So, I took the last name for Michael, the word 'Adam Adams' inspiring me once more.
I walked through the woods, and had to take a massive poop, so I came across a manor and asked to use the bathroom.
"Hello, welcome to the Phantomhive Estate. Do you have any business here?" Sebastian on screen asks coolly and politely, and Ivy nods vigorously. He looked her up and down, slightly disgusted at her clothing choice.
They thought I was a prostitute, but I'm just Ivy. No more or no less, in fact.
"Important business, I must attend to. Yes, yes. I need to use the water closet, please."
"We aren't interested in having a mistress attend to us currently, please come again later." He says cheerfully, before closing the door. Ivy's jaw drops, and she furrowed her brows.
"I ain't no mistress, I just need to take a shit, so let me in or I'll leave a MASSIVE poop on the doorstep!" Ivy yells out, causing the door immediately opens, and Sebastian looks at Ivy in shock.
"Foul mouth for a woman, especially a woman of your standing. Nevertheless, I'll show you to the water closet, before you can leave." Sebastian says, and Ivy sighs in relief.
"Thanks," she says, and follows him in.
I grew close to them, I formed bonds...and I gave advice to people that I borrowed from Michael.
"Sebastian is a demon, and will take my soul once my part of the contract is fulfilled. Hearing these gruesome screams will only fuel my hate for those I wish revenge upon, and I'll use this to my advantage." Ciel suddenly says, and Ivy sighs.
"The more you push back your emotions, the worse it'll be trying to keep sane, and the more you'll hear those horrible screams. It doesn't help you get revenge, it'll just haunt you until you achieve your revenge. You'll go insane before you even reach halfway there..."
The screen flashed to Ivy making cookies and sharing them with the staff, than to the Viscount's party where she started kicking people's asses. It flashes to her walking through the streets buying Christmas gifts, to the curry competition.
I met so many people, and discovered new things.
She's now in Sweden, beating up people in the cult with Arno and Lee in the background. She's now in an unknown room, collapsing as she touched a book which emitted a glow. The scene cut to one where she was cleaning the room with floating items.
I hope I saved people, too. Saved them from a predetermined fate, as I dared to look fate in the eyes and challenge itself to a battle I wished to win.
Madame Red's face flashed, along with Joker's and Doll's.
I've helped people, and I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile with my life.
On screen, a clip of Michael turning around, smiling at the viewer, his happy purple eyes the brightest color on the screen.
It may sound odd, but if Michael hadn't died, I wouldn't have had any of this, any of these friends or people I consider family, and that's honestly saddening. I wouldn't have gotten to know how Sebastian had a sassy side, how Ciel secretly cares, how William is such a cute dork, how the Undertaker makes such good cookies. How the servants are such cute dorks, how Grell is the original fashionista, how Madame Red loves her family so much, how much the Midfords care for others...
This world, this world I have seen constructed around me on personalities and conversations and memories, I cannot imagine my life without it now.
And that's why, whatever you may call me, whether Taylor Taylor of the present, Ivy Taylor of the future, or Ivy Adams of the past, I converge into all of these points and become one.
As I am me, and me is I.
The screen fades, and a small coughing sound is heard from the floor of the raft, causing everyone's attention to be drawn to a coughing Ivy, who coughs water from her mouth.
"Fucking asshole ocean," she grumbles with a raspy voice, coughing once more and everyone sighs in relief.
"And fucking asshole people, I want my 1,000 pounds." She says, and everyone sweat drops.
"We thought you died," Will says, slightly worried, and I shake my head, "No, I don't feel like I'll die for a while..." I say, placing my hand to my forehead. "We should return to the party now..."
Sebastian nods, as he notices the more solemn atmosphere as the raft washes close to the shore, coming onto the sand and he helps me out, as I step out with shaky legs.
"Wow Ivy, you're soaked!" Bard says, and I chuckle. "I guess, ha!" I say, a fake smile coming onto face as everyone laughs. I changed into my outfit from earlier, and than we celebrated for the rest of the night, and I opened presents. From Lau and his harem I got an outfit that rivaled Ran Mao, the servants ribbons for my hair, the Undertaker a book on how to cremate a body, the Midfords a pair of 'proper' heels, Sebastian a pair of woolen socks, and Ciel a chocolate bar from his company, and...
"Oops! We forgot a gift..." Lee says, laughing awkwardly, as Arno shrugs. "Sorry, Ivy."
"Nah, you're presence is a present enough," I respond with a smile, and they give me a large hug.
"Hey Ivy, can we talk with you privately, please?" Lee asks, and I nod, as Arno, Lee and I step away from the party.
"Happy Birthday! Though, we pulled you aside to speak of other matters... do you wish to travel back to America with us this time? You can help us over there, or go to schooling..." Arno says, and my thoughts drift to schooling.
"I've been to American schooling before...but I've never been to British schooling. I've never had a normal education, how about I do just that?" I ask, and their eyes widen.
"There's no female oriented schools in Britain though, so you're implying..."
"Yes, indeed, my young Sherlock. I'm going to apply for a male schooling, and it'll be the most, damn prestigious school around...which I believe is Weston College."
They gasp, and I smirk.
"But, would this mean you are going to go as a girl? They'd never permit you inside!" Arno says with a gasp, and I give a wink.
"Ivy won't get in, but a boy would be able to."
"You know what Ivy, I think you should do that. The education there is good, and you'll probably experience a normal education if that's what you seek." Lee says, and I grin, hugging them both once more. "Thank you both, really."
They nod, and we return to the party, where we send everyone off on their way. With a sigh, I get back into the carriage and look at a dozing Ciel and servants.
"Oh well," I say, as I sit next to Sebastian who starts the carriage, as we ride in silence.
"Ivy, do you still have feelings for Michael, though he is dead?" Sebastian asks, as I look up at the stars, tracing them together in my mind.
"He will always be in my heart, but romantic feelings, no. I love him still though, but he is gone...if that makes sense?" I ask, and he chuckles slightly.
"I also had no idea you were a witch," he says, and I elbow him. "Shhh...and neither did I. I only found out not too long ago, and I'm still practicing, but I hope to improve one day..."
"So, you are related to Conall, are you not?" He asks, and I nod. "We are distant relatives, my name is actually Taylor Taylor, but that sounds dumb as fuck. So, I go by Ivy Adams, a play on Michael's last name and my middle name."
"I see...and you went to a special school to learn these abilities you have?" He asks, and I nod. "Yeah, I did. I'm glad I'm not some distressed heroine or *yawn* something..."
"You can doze off, I'll return you to your room when we get to the cabin...you've had a long day." He says, as I lean my head against his arm. He lightly takes his hand, massaging it to my head.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, but I cannot hear it as I'm already fast asleep.
Ivy's dream (the Alice in Wonderland, but for Ivy)
"Mirror Mirror, on my phone, who is the biggest, boss-ass hoe?" A fabulously red-dressed woman asks her super technologied-out phone's Redi (Siri/Madame Red), as she grins, revealing sharp, cat-like teeth. She was wearing Alaska Thunderfuck style makeup, and was wearing her red hair in curls, lips stained red.
"Youuuu my queen! You always slayyyyy!" A British female voice says, as the fabulous Queen Grell flipped her hair over her shoulder. "I kno-"
"Oh biiitchhh! I thought you were Ivy Adams for a sec, oopsies. Ya, she's the best, kick-ass hoe in all the land." The voice says, and Queen Grell's eyebrow twitches.
"I don't even look like that skank! Whatever, show me Ivy Adams." Queen Grell says, as a live-feed of Ivy Adams appeared.
This Ivy Adams was wearing her curly red hair down, as she wore a fabulous plain black dress that hugged her curves, paired with pastel mint green Timberlands and her grey trenchcoat. She was walking down the road, ladened with shopping bags.
"Ew! She looks so plain, where her makeup at?! Alright Redi, call the Huntsmen." Queen Grell says, and Redi beeps.
"Calling Hisoka-"
"Wrong fanfiction hoe! Call the Huntsmen!" Queen Grell says, and Redi beeps, as the calling symbol appears, and a malicious grin appears on Queen Grell's face.
"Try me bitch!" She cackles out, waving her arms wildly... and the scene shifts to Ivy.
"I have such great clothes! I spent so much money too, it'd be a shame if something happened," I said, as I walked down the crosswalk, when a large, groaning noise is heard. Turning my head to the left, I watch my look of terror in the reflected mirror as the hearse slams into me. Tumbling down into the concrete, I close my eyes, ready to accept death.
"Oh shit," a croaky, sarcastic voice says, "get her in the car."
Feeling two pairs of arms lift me into the car, I open my eyes to see myself in the hearse in the back seat. Looking to my right, I see a large eyed woman wearing kimono-themed lingerie sitting in the lap of a man with his eyes closed, wearing a tie-dye red/green/black shirt, a giant weed logo on it.
"Alright, so we're the Huntsmen of California," the driver says, looking back at me. He has shaggy, long silver hair that covers his eyes, and he turns back to the road. "I'm Uey, boy next to me is Willie, and people next to you are Ranni and Lauey."
"Pleasure, but what am I doing?" I ask, as the car accelerates.
"Well, we're supposed to kill you, as today is your death date, but we decided to give you another chance," Willie says, pushing his glasses up with the straw of a McD's soda. "Yes, but we'll let you live if you tell us a funny joke," a high voice says, as Lauey smokes his joint, blowing the smoke into my face.
Pulling my dress over my nose, I cough.
"Um," I say as I think, and the car starts to accelerate, turning wildly, as we enter a forest. "There was once a man named Odd. People made fun of him because of his name so he decided to keep his gravestone blank when he died. Now when people pass by the burial site, they point and say, "That's odd.""
The car is silent, and then Uey bursts out laughing, swerving the hearse even more. "Why is he swerving? Can't he see?" I ask, and Uey looks back at me, pulling back his glasses to reveal electric yellow/green eyes.
"Nope! I'm as blind as a bat!" He exclaims, before the door of the car open, except mine."Sayanara," Willie says calmly, "as we're about to go off a cliff."
Everyone jumps out of the car, and the doors slam closed.
"What the faaaaaaaaaaaacK!?" I say, as I fall forward to the front seat, feeling weightless. Grabbing the steering wheel, I look at the center of the wheel.
"Back to the future?!" I read from the wheel, the letters strewn over the wheel. "Fuck it, I'm going to die!" I scream, as I press the button, and the world goes white for a moment, before I open my eyes, and I'm standing on steady land, hearse nowhere to be found.
Breathing heavily, I look down, and notice my clothes have changed to running shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. Looking around my surroundings, I notice I'm in a forest...
"Hello there!" Two voices say from behind me, and I whip around to see two strangely dressed people. One is a tall, red head man with light blue eyes, and his hair is pulled into braided pigtails. The other is a blonde haired man about my height, and both are wearing lederhosen.
"I am Tweedle Hansel," the blonde says with a German accent, "And I am Tweedle Gretel!" The red-head says with an Irish accent.
"Lovely to meet the both of you, I am Ivy Adams. Where are we?"
"We are facing North, and our backs are West." Tweedle Gretel says, as Tweedle Hansel shakes his head. "No, we are facing South, and our backs are East."
"Do you mean we are facing North-West and our backs are South-East?" I ask, and they shake their heads at me.
"Of course not! We are facing North-South and our backs are East-West." They say together, and I face palm.
"I smell...smoke! It smells like...hamburgers...yum!" T Hansel says, as T Gretel rubs their stomach. "I am quite hungry, Ivy, shall you come with us?"
"Hell nah, I'll let the witch eat you guys. I'll find a way around by myself, thank you very much for trying though!" I say, as I run in the opposite direction of the smoke.
I feel as if I've been running for hours, when I reach a block in the path of two silver haired men in the middle of the road, both donned in white.
"Stop! You shall not pass either path!" The taller, more mature one says in a deep, booming voice.
"Correct, not until you win our game." The silver haired man with larger, more child like eyes says, and I cross my arms, tapping my foot. "Alright, what's the game?"
"We are matching Charles! You'll have to guess which Charles is which to pass," The smaller one says, and the taller one nods.
"Begi-"
"That's rubbish! I don't know which Charles is which if you haven't introduced yourselves!" I exclaim, and they think. "I suppose that's fair, I am Charles Grey." The shorter one declares, and the taller one nods. "And I am Charles Phipps. Shall the game commence now?"
"Yes, it can." I say, as they spin in circles, switching places. "Who is who?" They say at the same time, and I sweat drop.
"The one on the right, the shorter one, is Charles Grey," I say, pointing at Charles Grey, than pointed at Charles Phipps. "And you are Charles Phipps."
CG gasps, "How did you know?!"
I sigh, "Just because you have similar characteristics doesn't mean you are the same. I will be on my way now, if that is alright." I say, as they step aside.
"You are free to go on Lina Lane," CP says, as CG waves. "The world is waiting for you, Ivy Adams. Good luck, and travel safe."
"Now go!" They both shout, as I start running down the pathway.
The pathway is soon stained a pink color, and flowers bloom wildly around me. Stopping and looking around confused, I wonder why there was the change of seasons from summer to spring.
"Hello?" I ask, as I continue to run, when a massive, pink tower seems to erupt from the ground in front of me. It is adorned with flowers from every window, and my jaw drops.
"Hello? Anyone up there?" I ask, as a young, blonde girl sets her head out of the tower window.
"Hello!" She calls back with a high-pitched British accent, long, curly blonde hair tumbling down the tower, until it reaches me.
That's a lot of hair!"Can you help me down? I've been locked up here for an awfully long time, and the scenery just looks so cute and I wish to frolic in the cute fields!"
"Uh, sure." I respond, "How can I help you get down? Is there a staircase or something?"
"No...I would have left a long time ago if there was a staircase." She says, as I look up at the windowsill she sat at.
"How about that hook there? Can you hook your hair around it and lower yourself down?" I ask, as she looks at it. "I suppose..."
She proceeds to loop her hair around the hook, and she lowers herself to the ground. "Thank you! I can't believe that I never noticed that hook before!"
My eyebrow twitches, "No problem. Anything else I can do before I'm off?"
"Yes! Can you lead me to my friend's castle, opposite of here in the mountains? He refers to himself as Himavat, but in reality their name is Soma." She says, and I shrug. "Why not, but...what about your hair? Won't it be a hassle?"
"Mmm..." she looks at her hair. "Nah."
Sweatdropping again, I whip out a knife from my pocket and cut her hair off, where it falls to the ground. "Wha?!"
"That was my price for rescuing you and agreeing to take you to Himavat, now, let's go!" I say, as we run off in the direction of the mountains.
Meanwhile, Queen Grell had noticed that Ivy Adams was alive through her stalker app, and she cursed.
"Fine, I'll just have Tweedle Hansel and Tweedle Gretel go after her..." She cursed, a she checked that they were currently offline. Gah! They must have stopped at the dwarf's manor for a nap.
"I guess I'll just take care of it myself..." she grumbled, as she prepared her master disguise. After all, she was a master actress!
-back to Ivy-
"Woah! This mountain is hugeeeee! Good thing we have snow gear!" Lizzie, the blonde girl, says, and I arch a brow. "We do?"
"Of course silly!" She says, and I look down at my outfit to see I'm in full winter gear. Shrugging, we make our way up the mountain, where a darker skinned man wearing a super sparkly blue dress was.
"Let it gooooooo!" He says, voice cracking majorly with a thick Indian accent, waving his hands around wildly as snow shoots out of his perfectly manicured hands. His purple hair is also thrown in a very stylish braid. "Let it gooooooo!"
A snowman appears, and the man-in-dress eyes widen. "Woah a snowman! Make me curry!"
"Jo agya!" The snowman says in a deep, Indian-accented voice and I nearly fall over.
"Somaaaa!" The little Lizzie cries out, as the man in dress turns around, smiling widely. "Lizzie!" Turning to me, he smiles. "Thank you for bringing Lizzie to me!"
"No problem, I'll be off than-" I say, and the presumed Soma holds up his hand. "Wait! Can you go to the Red Prince-"
"Sorry, but no. I need to find shelter... I feel as if something bad is about to happen..." I say, waving, before I slid down the mountain back into the forest.
Once I entered the forest, I see a large manor, puffing out smoke from the chimneys. It was quite lovely, and I step towards the grand door, knocking there.
"Hello? Can I stay here please? I have no where to go, and I'm lo-" I start, as the door opens to reveal a very short man about waist high, standing there in a lil' butler's uniform.
"Hello," he says in a deep, cool voice. "I am Doc, butler to the Dwarfhanhive family."
I cough, trying not to laugh. "Hello, I am Ivy Adams, I was wondering if I can stay here for refuge for a bit."
He nods, opening the door wider. "Come in, my young master, Grumpy, will see you now."
Doc leads me to the office, where a short, blue haired dwarf was. "I'm Grumpy, whatcha want..." he grumbles.
"Young master, this is Ivy Adams, she seeks refuge for a bit." Doc explains, and Grumpy nods.
"We're the servants!" Small voices say from behind me, and I turn around.
"I'm Bashful," a small, red-haired woman says, cheeks flushing as she adjusts her glasses.
"I'm Happy!" A cute, yellow-haired small teen says, taking his hat off so it hangs by the strings around his neck.
"Frank. You look short." An American-sounding voice says, and a gruff-looking man in a chef's outfit says, and I sweat drop.
(A/N-yes, Frank is a play on words.)
"I'm Sleepy..." a small, hot-looking silver haired man says, as he holds up a plastic snake. "And this is Dopey."
"Ivy Adams...pleasure."
I was made to clean and cook, but I didn't mind, everything was lovely...
DING-DONG
No one was home...I guess I'll just open the door. Brushing the unique maid dress I was made to wear, which was a yellow skirt with a blue top and puffy light blue sleeves, I re-adjusted the red bows in my buns, as I made my way to the door, opening it.
"Hello, I am Ivy, how can I help you?" I ask the plainly dressed man in front of me, with long brown hair tied back in a red bow.
"Would you like an apple?" he asks, offering me an apple, and I shake my head. "Sorry, I don't take food from strangers."
"Well fuck it!" He says, brandishing a chain saw, and revving it up. "You could have gone easy!"
Screaming, I close the door and run up the stairs like the white girl I am, and locked the door, hiding behind the door.
Hearing the chainsaw come down the hallway, I still my breath, and when I believe he's gone...
The chainsaw sticks through the door, tearing out a chunk and I scream when the man's face pokes through it.
"Here's Grell~" He says, baring sharp fangs, and I faint, turning the world black.
Bolting up from the nightmare, I notice that I'm in the cabin and on the clock it's 15 minutes until 7...
Tonight would be the perfect chance to escape... to go free, to see the world. Standing from my bed, I re-adjust the pillows to look like lumps under the covers. Taking a marker, I scribble a note on the pillow, a large smirk on my face.
I proceed to cut off a large chunk of my hair, placing it by the 'head' of the pillows, making it look like I was burrowed under the covers. My hair begins to re-grow in the place where I cut it, and a smirk grows on my face.
With the snap of my fingers, my suitcase is packed, and I dress in a pair of black leggings and a white shirt, then I put on my trenchcoat and shoes. Walking from my room, I go to the room next door, which is Ciel's and Sebastian's, and I cast a time-bubble on it, which will have every minute in there actually be an hour in the real world.
So, when Ciel wakes up, he'll be spending all day in there with Sebastian... he he...
They can leave at any time, so it's not dangerous.
Turning from the door, I quickly walk down the hallway to the outside door, where a carriage post is, and a carriage is sitting there, an older man leaning by it, broom in hand.
I could take a carriage...but I know what will be much faster.
"Excuse me sir, I saw a cobweb in my room, can I borrow that broom please?" I ask, and he nods, passing me the broom.
"Sike! Thanks for the broom, though!" I exclaim, as I run away with the broom, and he shouts after me. Turning into the alleyway, I cast an invisible charm on the broom and myself, a grin coming onto face.
Stepping over the broom, I slide my suitcase onto the handle, and rub the handles.
"Surgere!" I say, as the broom rises in the air, wind causing my trenchcoat ends to flap wildly, as the broom rises until I'm above all the buildings, and I'm off in the direction of Dunton, where I have to find out some things before I go to Weston College...
I need more excitement in life, more than just knowing what was going to happen, and I'll finally be able to experience that after a long time...
Freedom is truly sweet...
