So, you receive the email this story was updated. You think "I thought it ended the 25th?"
Well, IT DID! But, here's some bonuses that aren't added to the storyline! Woah!
First one: Eve of the Cricket Tournament
"The second placed dorm was on the Green House's heels until the end of last year! They charm their visitors with beautiful play-" the VP announces, as Scarlet Fox's doors open with swirling roses, looking like it came straight out of Ouran Host Club.
"Scarlet Fox!" At this, Edgar, Joanne, Soma, the others and I exit the doors, dressed like royals and holding candles.
All the ladies cheer, and I look over at one, winking. She swoons and falls over, and I look away, trying not to laugh.
Oh, if only she knew I was a girl!
Some ladies throw roses at us, and I catch one, looking at it. Should I...?
I should! Placing the rose between my teeth, a large collective swoon echoes. The rose stem doesn't taste very good, but it looks really sexy I bet.
Everyone else enters, and the goblet-of-fire lookalike blazes, as I lean into Edgar. "I don't feel so well, I'm going to go so I am in best shape for tomorrow's cricket game," I say, and he sighs. "I feel bad to hear you are sick, but it would be best so you are not sick. Sleep well, Ivan."
"Of course," I respond, slipping out of the ballroom, a smirk growing on face. What I was doing? I was going to mindfuck with everyone, of course.
Slipping into an unused room, I hold up a pocket mirror, smirking. I feel tingles run up and down my body as it shifts, lips plumping, cheeks rounding, eyes largening, eyebrow hairs falling off, hair growing. My body shrinks slightly to my old height, and my chest swells. My body tingles as it readjusts to it's old self, and I look in the mirror at my non-purple hair.
"Purple or not...?" I ask, as the ends tint a purple color. "Purple it is, than."
Looking at the odd 'royal' robes I was wearing, I roll my eyes. Ciel would have a fit if I showed up in these...well, he's going to have a fit anyway when I show up. The clothes glow blue, before shifting into a light pink dress with dark grey wavey patterns on the bottom. My sleeves were slightly poofed and tied at the end with dark pink ribbons. Satisfied, I look at my shoes, which are slight-heeled black boots.
Grabbing a random piece of paper, I watch as it transforms into a light pink camellia flower, which I tuck into my hair. Dusting myself off as to smooth any wrinkles, I smirk. Looking at the 'Taylor' ring on my hand, I place an illusion over it, making it look like a dainty pearl ring.
Making my way out of the empty classroom I walk to the ballroom's doors and open the door, sneaking inside. No one seems to notice my entrance, and stand off in the back.
"Water, my lady?" A waiter asks, holding water glasses. Nodding, I take one and sip from it.
"You seem to be alone, fair woman. Who are you here for?" A charming voice says from my right, and I look to my right to see Edgar, holding a rose between his fingers.
"I'm here for my cousin Ivan Taylor," I say, giving a bright smile, "yet I haven't seen him here...is he playing?"
"Ah, he is, but he wasn't feeling well and wanted to rest for the tournament tomorrow. I have heard many great things about you from Ivan, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Edgar Redmond," he says, lifting my free hand to kiss the back of it.
"Pleasure to meet you Edgar, I am Ivy Adams." I say, and a light smile fills his face. "Are you coming to support Scarlet Fox in the tournament tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid not, tonight was the only night off I had. Tomorrow, I'm back to travelling...the world is quite a strange place, isn't it?" I ask, and he nods. "I suppose it is. Would you care to meet Scarlet Fox's tournament players?" He asks, extending an arm to me, and I smile, hooking my arm around his.
"That would be lovely, thank you." I respond, as he and I glide over to the Scarlet Fox player cluster.
"Men, this is Ivan Taylor's cousin, Ivy Adams." Edgar says, and I remove my arm from his, waving at everyone. "Hello!"
"IVY~" Soma cries out, running towards me and enveloping me in a hug. "I missed you so so so so much!" He sobs, and I awkwardly hug him back.
"Soma! I wasn't gone for very long, why are you so sad?" I ask, slightly smiling at how much he seemed to care, as he pulled back from the hug.
"You didn't write!" He says, "I thought you died!"
"Well, I don't believe I'm dead," I say, "or am I? Anyway, where I was at had horrible postal service, and I was so caught up in my studies that I forgot..."
"What were you doing?" He asks, wiping away his tears. "I was visiting my grandmother," I say, thinking of Conall. "She had much to teach me, and I'm glad I got to see her for a while."
"Are you coming back to Ciel's mansion after your visit?" He asks, and I sigh. "I...I don't know yet. I want to experience the world, taste the flavors and smell the sites available, do you understand?" I ask, and he thinks.
"I kind of do, that's one of the reasons I stayed in England after all..." he says, "Oh! And Ciel is here, have you seen him yet? He's over in the blue corner."
"No, I just arrived here, I'll see him later, or he'll see me and I'll avoid him completely." I say honestly, as I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to see Edward standing there, light pink tinting his cheeks.
"I-Ivy, you're here," he stammers, and I smile. "Yup! I'm here for Ivan, since he's my cousin. But he left, apparently he wasn't feeling so well..." I trail off.
"I was wondering if...tomorrowatthetournamentyoucancometosupportme." He rushes, and I arch a brow. "I'm sorry, but I didn't hear you properly...can you say that again please?"
He inhales through his nose, "Tomorrow at the tournament, can you come to support me...please?" He asks, and I give a half-smile. "I'm not sure if I'll be at the tournament, but if I have time I'll make sure to stop by to see you play."
"Ah! Edward, is this your fiance?" A strong, deep voice that belongs to Herman Greenhill says, as he slaps his hand on Edward's back. "Oh! Um, erhmmmm..." Edward starts, and I laugh.
"I'm Ivy Adams, pleasure to meet you," I say, turning to the tall blonde man, and he looks at me up and down. "Ah, you definitely are related to Ivan. You're both so short!"
I sweat drop, "I've been informed many times of this before."
"I'm Herman Greenhill, nice to meet you," he says, and I stick out my hand for him to shake, which he does, looking at me strangely. "Shouldn't I kiss the back of your hand?"
"Eh, I don't care. Shaking hands seems friendlier." I respond, and he nods, releasing my hand. "Your cousin, Ivan Taylor, is quite strong. He mentioned something of you being strong too, I was wondering if we can see feats of your strength."
I laugh, as Edward gets flustered. "Herman, it is considered rude to ask a lady that!" He whispers loudly to Herman, and Herman looks at me, shrugging. "Oops."
"Alright, what should I do for this 'feat of strength?' Shall you and I have a little competition?" I ask, and Herman smirks, crossing his arms.
"As a member of Green Lion, I love competitions, so I accept this challenge. Also, since I am a member, I shall not lose, especially to a woman!" He declares, and my eyebrow twitches.
"Hey, I need to whisper something in your ear," I say, as he bends down his head so it's level with mine. Quickly, I slap him, leaving a red hand mark.
"Do not make such sexist comments," I say, "a woman can still whoop your ass in anything, as long as she sets her mind to it."
"Alright, than we will do a competition as old as time!" He declares, "Arm wrestling!"
"You're on!" I say with a smile, "What should we bet?"
"Hmmmm...how about the winner receives a kiss from the loser?" He asks, and I chuckle. "Alright, where should we go?"
He points at a two-person table in the Violet Wolf corner, where only Violet Wolf members are. "You got it," I say, and Edward puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Ivy! Greenhill is seriously strong, you can break a delicate wrist of yours..." He says, and I smile. "Well, wish me luck so that won't happen." I turn from him as Herman and I walk to the table, sitting across from eachother.
Raising my right hand to meet his, he and I grab each other's hands, his completely covering mine.
"Ready...set...go!" He exclaims, and I immediately press his hand down.
"I won." I say, and he chuckles nervously. "I wasn't ready, and I was going easy on yo-"
"Be a man and take responsibility for your actions. You are a model student, are you not?" I ask, as Violet Wolf members who are low-key watching chuckle as they watch me roast Herman. His face flushes.
"Of course I am! Rematch!" He exclaims, holding his hand to meet mine, and I look over at Cheslock, who's watching us.
"Excuse me, but can you count us off for a 'fair' match?" I ask, as he shrugs. "Alright...ready, set...go!"
He presses his hand into mine as I respond, as we struggle for dominance. To be honest, I was kind of holding back, using 60% of my strength. Basically, from the information I obtained from Conall, witches can use 100% of their human strength, but the witch gene gives enhanced endurance. If a witch was to use it's full strength, it would be between 100%-175%, depending what their activity level is.
"You're...quite...strong," Herman says, as he pushes my hand harder, shifting it by a centimeter. "But, you are measly compared to me!"
Looking away from our hands, I watch a crowd gathering, Edward in the front of it, watching me with the look of hope in his eyes. With a smile, I wink at him, than I look back at our hands.
"You're hands are moister than an oyster, Herman!" I say, "Are you alright?"
"Fine...you are just a formidable opponent..." he says, and I yawn. "Alright, I'll give you the chance to wipe off your hands."
Increasing my aura in my right arm, I slam his hand against the table, and shock. "No way..."
"I won, good game," I say, sticking my hand out for him to shake. In a defeated state, he slowly shakes it. "You are quite strong, one day I hope to surpass you in strength."
"Than create a strong mindset, Herman. I'll hopefully have another rematch with you when that happens." I respond, as he leans forward across the table, kissing me on the cheek, before quickly walking away, face bright red.
Turning towards the crowd of watchers, I give a smile, waving my hand. "Hello everyone! I'm Ivy Adams, does anyone wish to arm wrestle?"
"Me!" The crowd says at different times, and I laugh lightly. "Alright, one at a time now."
As the crowd (of mostly males) waited patiently for their chance to arm-wrestle with the woman, hoping to receive a kiss from her, a certain butler noticed a commotion in the corner of the room. Walking over, he looked over the crowd, and his eyes widened.
Was this actually Ivy?
"Oh, another loss, I'm sorry man," I say, looking at the small boy with freckles and circled glasses in front of me.
"Pleasure arm-wrestling with you, Ivy Adams! Your cousin tutored me in Algebra, I'm Mac-Millan," he says with a smile, and I smile back.
"Nice to meet you," I respond, as he kisses the back of my hand awkwardly. I giggle, "You don't have to kiss me, Mac. That was only apart of the wager Herman and I set."
"I know! But, I just did it because if I had won, you would've kissed me!" He says, face flushing red, and I sweat drop. No wonder the crowd was mostly males, they all hoped to be kissed!
Mac-Millan snuck away when I was thinking, and was replaced by Edward Midford.
"Are you ready?" I ask, as I set my hand up. He nods nervously, as we grasp hands.
Hmm...I was getting quite hungry, and I think Edward should get an ego booster...
"Shall we place a bet on the winner?" Edward asks, and I nod. "Sure, what's at stake?" I respond.
"If I win, you come to support my team tomorrow. And if you win, I'll give you a bunch of chocolate." He says, and my eyes widen.
"Chocolate? Deal!" I say, a smile growing on my face, as we squeeze each other's hand.
"1...2...3... Go!" Cheslock exclaims, as we press our hands against each other, and I only use 40% effort so it looks like I'm having a hard time. Slowly, Edward shifts my hand over, and from the corner of my eye, I watch the crowd get excited.
Rolling my eyes, I push against his hand harder, sending him almost all they way over before I put 20% effort, making it look like Edward struggled to push me off, and onto his side where I let go of all effort and his hand slams mine into the table.
His face is pure shock as the crowd cheers, and I lean back in my seat. "Good job," I say, standing up and brushing myself off. "You too, Ivy," he breathes out, unable to believe he won. Giggling, I walk over to his side and peck him on the cheek, making his face go scarlet.
"The original bet was that I kissed the winner, and I don't break a pact. I'll see you tomorrow, Eddy," I say, as I walk away, a smile on my face as I see them restocking the food table.
Sweet!
"Ivy?" a voice says from behind me, as I turn to see Elizabeth. "Oh, hey Lizzie! I'm heading over to the foo-"
"IVY~~~~~~~~~~" She squeals, launching towards me in a hug, nearly knocking me over. "Oh I missed you so much! Why did you not write?!" She exclaims, and I chuckle, hugging her back.
"I was away with my grandmother, and I was really busy and the postal service there wasn't very good, I'm sorry!" I say, and she smiles. "That's alright! When you go back to Ciel's manor, though, I have lots of cute costumes for you to try on!"
I sigh, "That's the thing, Lizzie, I'm not sure if I want to go back. Though I love you all to death, I just want to see the world more..." I say, as I continue to the food table, taking a large plump strawberry, taking a bite of it it. Ah, so sweet...
"But why? You've come from America already, you haven't explored even all of England! Not even close to it, I bet!" She responds, and I nod. "You're correct there, Lizzie, but England is all the same here. What about Africa? Canada? Germany? Switzerland? China? Japan? Those places are all different, with their ripe, thriving culture... the world is out there for us Lizzie, and it's not going to wait forever. The Earth keeps spinning, and I want to spin alongside it..." I trail off, and I sigh. "Sorry for ranting, you probably think I have very odd thoughts."
"No...it's alright," she says quietly.
(MEANWHILE ON LE OTHeR SIDE OF THE ROOM)
"Ciel, I believe I have found information on the whereabouts of Ivy Adams." Sebastian says, as Ciel's visible eye widens. "Where is she?"
"She's on the other side of the room," Sebastian says, sweat dropping. Sometimes he wonders how his young master can be so smart for a person of his age at times, than completely ignore the person (who had a large crowd gathered around her at that) in the same exact room...
Sebastian's thoughts drift to Ivy kissing Edward on the cheek, and his thoughts go sour. He really would prefer for Edward Midford to keep himself away from Ivy if she was going to peck him on the cheek instead of Sebastian himself...
Ciel's head snapped to the other side of the room, scanning over the crowd until his sights land on a pair of purple-buns. Emotions of joy and rage course through him, as he restrains himself from running over there and carting her back to Phantomhive Manor at this very moment and locking her in her room.
After all, who knows what songs the caged bird sings? Calmly striding over to the other side of the room, a dark look crosses the young Ciel Phantomhive's face.
(BACK LE BACK)
"Ivy Adams," a familiar-like voice says, as I turn around to face Ciel. "'Sup." I respond, taking another strawberry and taking a bite of it as Lizzie scampers away.
"'Sup?' That's all you say to me after being gone away for 3 months?!" Ciel asks impatiently, and I sigh. "How's your day?"
"Dammit Ivy! Why did you go?" He asks, rushing forward and hugging me tightly. "You are one of the only people I have left, and when you disappear like that-"
"I am not one of the only people, Ciel. " I say, hugging him back. "Others care for you. Your servants, Soma and Agni, the Midfords, Madame Red, and I do. But you cannot say I am the only person who's left for you."
I pull from the hug, and he looks me in the eye. "Why, why did you go?" He asks, and I sigh. "I craved adventure, Ciel. The world waits for no one, I want to see the world before my time is up."
"It sounds as if you're going to die...are you going to die?!" He asks, and I snort. "Not anytime soon, but the teenage years to twenties is the human body's prime. I don't want to waste it...I may be sounding rude, but when I was given the chance to leave America to start again I immediately took it. A chance to live again...to thrive! I've lived a life in England, and I've felt like I've helped so many people, and I want to do that again! Meet new, amazing people like you, and give the world a new chance..."
"A chance for what?"
"Freedom, Ciel." I say, "And I'm not talking about world-wide, I'm talking about MY world. I want to pursue a real education, I want to work out on the field and do more work like what I've done with you..."
"Than do it with me!" He says, and I smile. "Possibly Ciel, but I need an education first. No one takes a woman seriously in this time period, and I'll use any chance given to me to be successful."
"Please Ivy, please come back with me," he says seriously. "When I am done with my Watchdog duties here, come back! Sebastian can tutor you, and you and I can explore..."
"I'll consider it, Ciel. But, don't rely on me returning permanently," I say, patting him on the shoulder. "Good luck tomorrow, you'll need it."
I turn from him and exit the ballroom, eager to take off this itchy dress and decompress. The events of tonight have been stressful enough, I really don't need to make it worse.
You thought it was over? There's another deleted scene, this one has a backstory though. A secret for a secret- Undertaker knows of Ivan's identity, and they both make a deal to stay quiet.
Why I deleted it? It was so cheesy.
"We've had so many reveals already...but that's not the last one!" He says, and my eyes widen. That bastard wouldn't dare...would he?
"What do you mean?" Herman asks, "I thought that was the end of it!"
The Undertaker smirks, lifting up a craggly finger and pointing it at me, long black fingernail curved towards me as he waggles his finger. Everyone follows his finger, and Edgar's eyes widen. I've just realized he's never had a nice prefect that hasn't had a secret...this makes me feel bad.
"What?" I ask, as I look around. "I don't have a secret, I swear!"
"Come on Ivan, my secrets been let out, now is the time for you to let up too~" He says, and I step back slightly. "I'd rather no-"
"Ivan," Ciel says, as he raises his gun, pointing it at me, and my eyes widen. "We had been friends at this school, so I'd prefer not too shoot."
"My secret has nothing to do with what's going on here, so I'd prefer to keep it, thank you very much!" I say, running my fingers through my short hair. I have a feeling I won't keep this hairdo for long...
"Ivan, tell us, please." Edward asks me, eyes large with fear, and I shudder. I've seen that look before, and I look around the table, everyone has the look in their eyes, combined with dread.
"What a dreadful tea party this is," I start, taking the tea and dumping it on the ground. "None of us had any tea, and a zombie had interrupted us, which is quite rude, frankly." I step away from the table, walking to the side of the Undertaker, leaning by elbow on his chair.
"I've always had unexpected friends in unexpected places," I say, as I see the gun is still pointed at me. "And unexpected enemies in unexpected places. I've had a gun pointed at me more times than I can count on my fingers, and more weapons intended to hit me than the bones in the human body, which is 206, for you're information."
"Get on with it!" Ciel starts, waving the gun at me. "Shh! It's all about dramatic buildup!" I shush him, as I walk away from the Undertaker.
"And, though I hate to admit it, I've killed and injured more men than all of you combined...save for the butler and Undertaker. But they're as old as dust, so who knows how many." I say, as I pick up the vase of roses on the table.
"Why is he walking around so much?" Herman whispers to Violet, who shrugs.
"And, one of these reasons is because I've moved around so much. As an American, I always was moving for different reasons...and when I was given another chance for life, I took it immediately." I say, picking up the roses by the stems, no thorn piercing me.
"And I came to England, where I had traveled about, doing different things for the big cheese here, AKA the Queen." I say, and I wink at Sebastian, sniffing the roses. "And I've been unrelentlessly pursued by many in the past, but this time for different reasons. Some have devilish features, while others have hearts bigger than their brains, and vice versa. But, people cannot get too close to me or else they'll get pricked by the thorns of my past, as one is to say. They'll learn things they didn't wish to know, some terrifying and dark things. I'm not tsundere, it's just I only reveal 75% of my past." I say, and Sebastian looks at me strangely.
Smirking, I take a step behind the wall of shrubbery. "And in this time, it wasn't right for a person of my...er, caliber to do these things, so I hie again like a hermit crab, disguising myself as a whole new person as I pursued things I couldn't in the past. A traditional education, a normal one at that."
Closing my eyes, I imagined myself morphing back into my regular self as I feel tingles all over my body.
"Anyone is welcome to come to our prestigious school though," Edgar says from the table, and I hear the Undertaker belly laugh. "That's not what they mean," he responds, as I sigh, feeling my curly hair return to it's normal length. Pulling at the end, I notice it's purple at the end, and I smile as I step out, and everyone gasps.
"Correct, a woman wasn't allowed to attend schooling." I say in my normal voice, as Ciel drops the gun on the floor in shock, and everyone's jaw drops, including Sebastian.
"A...a woman?!" Herman stutters, and I nod, running my fingers through my hair. "My name is Ivy Adams, but my real name is Taylor Taylor in America. It's the absolute worst name ever, I know, so I've always gone by Ivy, which is my middle name." I say, "And when I came over to England, I went by my ex-lover's last name, Adams, as it was British-sounding. I stumbled upon Ciel over there, and I lived with him for a while until April 2nd when I fled, ideas of pursuing a normal education filling my head. I came here and acted as I normally did, and didn't really struggle to hide my gender. This school doesn't have urinals, after all."
"You were here all along?!" Edward asks, seemingly outraged. "Yeah, I just told everyone I was cousins with myself which would explain our similar looks and American voice to anyone who knew me."
"Why did you run, Ivy?!" Ciel asks, and I look to him. "I went and pursued freedom, the right everyone has." I say, "And I was right under your nose at that, too."
"A woman at our traditional, good Catholic school?!" Clayton mutters, and I laugh. "I went to a school called Archangels of Samael in America, it's mostly all-boys. There's not a lot of difference-"
"I hit a woman!" Herman cries out, running his fingers through his hair, "And...and I was beat by a woman too!"
Inhaling through my nose, I restrain the urge to slap him. "Very sexist of you, Herman, especially when this woman can kick ass."
"Ivy, you are coming back with me." Ciel says, as my jaw drops. "What in the world are you speaking of, Ciel?"
"A woman like you belongs by my side. Wasn't it you who said every King needs a Queen?" He asks, and I scoff. "I thought you loved Lizzie, than you broke off your damned engagement!"
"Did someone say Lizzie?" Edward pipes up, before shutting up noticing the disgusted look Herman sent his way.
"I love Lizzie as if she was my cousin! I've grown to love you, Ivy, why did you not return my feelings!" He exclaims, and I sigh. "I cannot love someone just because they love me!"
"What of me?" Sebastian says, a smirk on face, and I face palm. "You devilish asshole, all you did was make me uncomfortable with your pursuits. If I was to choose anyone, I'd chose freaking Edward because I don't know how much of an ass he can be yet!" I exclaim, and Edward blushes heavily.
"Sebastian, this is an order. Restrain Ivy Adams as to take her back to the manor later!" Ciel declares, as Sebastian's eyes flash red.
No...no way...Ciel wouldn't cage me up like this...would he?!
"Yes, my young lord." He says, and Ciel looks at me, a pitying look on face. "I don't want to lose anyone else, do you understand?"
(ENDING #A)
Sebastian calmly takes a couple steps, when Herman, Edgar, Violet and Lawrence block him. "You cannot do this! Ivy has free will!" Violet starts.
"She has great strengths to survive on her own, you don't need to do this!" Herman says, as Lawrence pushes up his glasses. "She is very smart, smarter than most. She can rely on herself."
"She has proven herself as the most loyal fag in the history of Weston, with honest characteristics and a cheerful personality. She need not go with you, and if you attempt to abduct her, us as the Prefect 4 of this fine school will not let you pass!"
"How cute..." Sebastian says with a smirk, as he pushes them aside with ease, eyes setting on me. "But my master's orders are absolute."
"Fuck the police!" I exclaim, "Peribit!" Pink rose petals are sucked off the flower and swirl around me, as Sebastian's eyes widen.
"Ivy, don't-"
"Farewell, everyone! I wish you the best!" I shout out, as I close my eyes as I apparate from the hidden tea party to a safe place, rose petals drifting away in the wind.
(ENDING B)
Jumping from the Undertaker's grip, I transform into an owl mid air, taking flight away from the secret garden.
"IVY!" Ciel's voice shouts out, and I bellow a loud hoot, fluttering my wings as I fly higher in the sky.
"Sebastian," I hear from far away, using my supernatural hearing. "Undertaker had escaped, do not let Ivy do the same!"
"Yes, young master," Sebastian replies, and my large owl-eyes widen.
Quickly casting an invisibility charm, I flutter my wings to take me higher. I enter a cluster of clouds, flying straight forward, hoping the clouds will disguise me better. I hear sounds to my right, and I turn my head, to see Sebastian's head poke through the clouds, looking around.
Turning away from him, I glide as his head disappears, only to appear on my left. His eyes run right over me, not noticing my presence. His head disappears again, only to reappear about 20 feet behind me.
I'm losing him! When his head disappears, I do another flap of the wings, taking me higher.
Turning my head 180 degrees, I see Sebastian about 100 feet away, poking his head through the clouds, a concerned look on his face.
Hopefully he didn't use his true demon form to catch me...I can tell he's jumping up from the ground to see if I'm in the clouds.
Turning my head back around, I flap my wings silently, willing the wind to carry me somewhere so I can rest. I'm starting to tire, since I've exulted lots of physical energy already today...
Exiting the cluster of clouds, I look at the crescent moon in the sky and the diamond-like stars above me. I'm starting to get seriously tired...
Looking downwards, I see the peaks of a somewhat familiar mansion, but it's not Ciel's. Where have I seen this before?
Mentally shrugging, I land in a tree by the mansion, breathing heavily. Closing my large eyes, I agonizingly turn back into a human, panting heavily.
Everything is much harder when you're tired...
Holding out my hands, I notice that my arms are bare...
Shit.
Grabbing a branch from above me, it transforms into a loose, brown dress that looks more like a shirt, and I slip that over, making some uncomfortable panties out of leaves.
No bra...it hurts so much.
With a sigh, I jump from the branch, landing on my feet. If I go to the mansion and tell them that I need shelter for the night, hopefully they'll let me in...
Dragging my feet to the mansion's door steps, I breathe raggedly, black spots beginning to creep into my vision. Lifting a shaky hand to the door, I deliver a single knock when the door opens, shining light upon me. I place my hands on my knees, breathing becoming deeper as I struggle for air.
"What are you doing at this hour?" A voice asks, and I barely look up to only see a dark shadow overcasting me.
"Please," I rasp out, "please let me stay the night, I'm in danger."
"Oh Claude! Look at that awfully dreadful begger!" A voice chimes in, another dark shadow overcasting me.
Claude...?
"Please help...I need to regain strength..." I beg, as I fall to my knees as my legs have lost all strength, looking up at the shadows with all my strength.
"Let her in, Claude. This will be awfully interesting," the voice chimes in again, and I finally recognize it.
I am at Trancy Manor. From a wolves' den into a spider's web...
Succumbing to the darkness in my vision, I pass out on the marble floor, the last thing I see is the flash of golden eyes.
Here is a little blurb I wrote Christmas at 10:00 at night with nothing else to do. Enjoy!
(This is a NON CANON to fanfiction, so it's Non-Non canon in the manga, if that makes sense. But for a time reference, it would be after Weston College and before Ivy goes off to Trancy manor. Ciel knows that Ivy is a witch, and slightly knows about how Ivy earned her skills)
"Sebastiannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," I complain, as I step into Ciel's office. Ciel and Sebastian look up at me, confused.
"Yes, Ivy?" Sebastian asks, and I plop down on a chair, smoothing my skirts.
"I'm bored~ I've read all of the books in my possession, the servants are busy, and I've already made a batch of cookies. I'm so close to cutting my hair out of sheer boredom!" I state, and Ciel sighs.
"I've been doing paperwork for the past 3 hours, and I'm almost finished. How about we go into town after I'm done, I need to go to our weapon supplier and get some new weapon stock for the servants. For example, more bullets and dynamite" Ciel says, and I applause excitedly.
"Weapons are great!"
Sebastian sweat drops, "You're giving Bard the supplies he needs to build more explosives, which creates more work for me. Do you realize this, young master?"
"Yes, and that's why I continue to do it." Ciel rolls his eyes slightly, and Sebastian frowns.
"Didn't you come from a place where they teach you assassination skills?" Ciel asks, and I nod.
"Yeah, I like using knives best, but guns are more efficient, get the job done quicker. I'm not an expert sniper like Mey-Rin though, but I'm pretty accurate 99% of the time. Besides, you can use a knife without looking as suspicious." I admit, leaning back. "But swords, damn, those are fucking cool."
"Do you have a sword with you?" Ciel asks, and I shake my hand. "Nah, I can always summon one though."
"But what if you're in public, you can't magic up a sword." Ciel replies with a smirk, and I sigh. "Alright, I'll get a sword. Sebastian, I'm running out of a particular type of bullet, but I don't think the gunsmith can create a bullet that shape." I turn to Sebastian, "Can you possibly make more versions of those bullets?"
"Yes, my lady," he says, and I nod, pulling out a bullet from my pocket. He arches a brow as I place it in his hand.
"Why do you have a bullet in your pants' pocket?" Sebastian asks, as I look down at my black sweat pants paired with fuzzy pink socks.
"I'm always prepared," I say, lifting up my pant leg to reveal a small throwing knife strapped around my calf. Lifting up the other pantleg I reveal a can of pepperspray strapped around my ankle.
"I have daggers on my boots, hidden pockets in my dress where I can conceal knives, my bra has bobbypins clipped all over it, my upper arms when not revealed or have tight tops on them usually have knives..." I state, as I pull down my shirt slightly to reveal the top of my bra with bobbypins sticking down them.
"The right side have sharper points, the left side are better for picking locks." I say nonchalantly as they both flush. Putting my blue shirt back to the position it was in, I reach my hand up to my hair.
"And sometimes, you'll find random things stuck in my hair." I finish cheerfully, as Ciel looks at me with slight fear.
"You're...you're more armed than the servants..." he admits, and I shrug.
"I'm a creature of habit. I was either being the attacker or the one attacked a lot, so it's best to come prepared." I respond, and Ciel sets down his pen.
"I'm done with my papers, let's get ready."
"Yay!"
Stepping into the dirty streets of the slums, Sebastian places his hand on my back. The three of us were 'disguised' as peasants. I was wearing a faded blue dress with a yellowing white apron over it. My hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I had smudged dirt on the tip of my nose. Looking at Sebastian who was wearing a tattered brown suit, I turned my gaze to Ciel wearing his 'peasant clothing.'
"We're here, at Shipman's Souvenirs," Ciel says, as he steps inside the dingy store. With dusted pots and creepy doll ceramics, I shuddered as I turned my head to the right to see an Annabelle-lookalike doll staring at me.
"Shipman's souvenirs, we put the 'fun' in 'no refunds.' I'm Holly Shipman, how may I help you," a craggly woman at the front of the store says, large muscles bulging. She hobbled over to us, mouth slightly open to reveal a missing tooth replaced by a silver one.
"We're here for weaponry," Ciel announces, as the old woman sighs.
"Guns? Ammunition? Knives? Swords?"
"Do you have throwing knives?" I ask, and the old woman nods. She drags her feet to behind the counter, and pulls out a wooden box.
"These are the only throwing ones we have. But they're the best brand on the market right now," she says, as I walk over to the box, pulling out a throwing knife. Looking at it, I flip it into the air before catching it by the hilt.
"This is a piece of garbage. It's made of stone with tin melted around it, it would be too heavy to throw at a target further than 10 feet away, and the wrapping around the hilt is crude." I note, as I look at a crack in the metal. "And there's two pieces of stone at that, which is obvious because of the crack."
"It must be a faulty kni-"
"If it was faulty," I say, as I walk to the other end of the shop. "Throw another one from the box at me from this angle."
"Murder is bad for business," she scowls, as Sebastian arches a brow. "But, didn't you say this is the best brand on the market? Why would they possibly have a fault?"
The muscular old lady grits her teeth, "You asked for it...!"
Grabbing a knife from the box, she aims it at my forehead and throws it. Blinking once as I watch the knife fall to the ground a couple feet from the old lady, I roll my eyes.
"I guess Ivy was right. I would like to thank you for your time, Miss Holly Shipman, but we will no longer conduct business with you." Ciel says, as we leave the shop.
What a rip off!
FUN FACTS!
-Ivy's school 'Archangels of Samael' is a reference to the Archangel Samael, who is the angel of death and the fetching of souls. This was incorporated, as Ivy went to a school that's primary purpose was to teach students how to use assassination techniques
-In this chapter, the weapon store owner is named after Harold Shipman is a real serial killer. He has killed anywhere from 15-215+ people through poisoning.
-Ivy Adams was (ACCIDENTALLY) named after a porn star. Oops!
-Conall is a boy name, but means friendship or could be applied to a swift-footed warrior, an all ""great, mighty."" In legend Conall Cearnach (""Conall the Victorious""), one of the mightiest warrior heros in the Knights of the Round Table. It was also believed that he was in the Holy Land when Christ was crucified. But I chose Conall mainly for the 'friendship' meaning
-Ivy represents everlasting life, immortality, and strong affectionate attachment, such as wedded love and friendship.
-Arno's last name is from Attack on Titan, while I chose his first name from Hey Arnold!
-Lee's name is play on the word 'William.' William is so strict in the manganime, so I decided to make 'Lee' the complete opposite: easygoing, but with a wide range of skills. Since William Spears is a reaper and killed himself, I decided to make Lee hoping to be an exorcist.
-Lee's last name 'Kelly' is a play on my mom's first name.
-In Sweden in the past 5 years, over 10,000 reindeer have been killed in car and train accidents.
-Though it may seem cheesy that Conall and Ivy have similar features, it's because of the witch gene. If Ivy didn't have it, she would definitely look a lot less like her great (x something) grandmother. She doesn't look too much like her parents' facial features, but she has more of their body types.
-Ivy was originally going to be flat chested, but I was planning on writing more of her pulling weapons from her bra. Of course, I forgot to include this
-This was originally going to be a OCxSebastian story, but I wanted to have 2 main different relationship types in this story to try for larger character development
-In the next story, there will be a mix of the second season, but it will follow a different plot line.
-The idea for Undertaker's and Conall's back story will have a larger impact in the future.
-Ivy was going to be written as a depressed person after she was sent back in time, who throughout the story grows and flourishes. But, Ivy was already tough in the beginning, so I wrote her as depressed after Michael's death.
-A possibly Conall side story may be coming in the future
