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JULY 13th, 1888
"I'm back!" I bellowed, thrusting the doors of the Phantomhive Manor open. In the three days between the Greece case and coming back, I apparated to Italy and had some chillax-time. And I got a bit tan, too!
"Ivy, welcome back," Sebastian greets as he closes, and I smile back at him. "Thanks! How was Germany?"
"Eventful," Sebastian says, and I laugh awkwardly, remembering the manga where he tried to eat Ciel.
"I can only imagine. Where's Ciel?"
"Right here," he says from the top of the banister, and I look up at him with a smile. "Hello Ciel!"
Looking directly at his face, I noticed that something had changed...it had a hard look before, but now it's only harder. The Germany trip must've changed him, I remember Sebastian had tried eating his soul on the trip...
...meaning all the progress I had made with Ciel opening up may go to waste now.
"We met a little witch on our trip," Ciel says, walking down the stairs. "Oh, really now?" I question, "I cannot wait to meet her then."
"Ivy, where are your little buns on your head, and how is your hair straight like that?" Ciel asks, and instinctively I tuck a small piece behind my ear.
"The Spider said they looked like monkey bollocks so he chopped one off," I say, and Sebastian and Ciel sweat drop. "So, I chopped the other one off and fixed my hair. Of course, I miss the curls, but I can grow it out again. In fact..."
My scalp tingled as my hair grew out, turning the hair into tight curls as they used to be, continuing past my shoulder. "How about this?"
Truth be told, the hair would be a grim reminder of the Greece trip. Being stabbed in the stomach isn't fun and all, and I'll have a thin white-scar there until I die. Thanks to Claude, who didn't even bother to help me, then proceeded to try to eat me!
Which is quite rude in my opinion!
"Is that what you look with long hair in regular curls...?" Ciel asks hesitantly, and I sweat drop. "Is something wrong with it?"
"No...I was just imagining, y'know, ringlets," Ciel says, and I facepalm. "I think it looks rather nice on you, Ivy," Sebastian compliments, but I wave him off.
"No need to lie, Sebastian. I'm going to unpack now," I say, walking back to my room. No one appreciates me in this damn mansion...
I did miss having curly hair though, but I don't know if I should go back to the buns. Maybe I'll do half up, half down?
Eh.
My sister would probably know what to do...Natalie...
Gods, after the Greek case with Hele and Edda, it makes me really miss my family. I have Conall, but she's doing whatever right now and she's more like an acquaintance right now...
I do wish to see the world though. Now, if I remember correctly...
No, I can't remember anything. Because no large historical events occurred in 1888! And Lizzie will soon go haywire and off the map, and the Phantom 5-
Phantom 5?
Oh my god, the Music Hall Arc is going to be soon. That's where the manga ends off on, and I don't know what will happen after that.
But, the arc doesn't occur for a month after the Mustard Gas thingie, but the build up to the arc starts on a Saturday...
Oh my god, it's tonight!
It's currently 6:00, and it takes an hour to get into London...damn it I don't have long to prepare!
Wait, I can literally just magic up an outfit! With a snap, my eyes blaze blue and my outfit twists into a whirlwind of colors before settling.
I was wearing a light yellow blouse with a pink bow, put together with a long pink skirt to match. Putting on my dancing shoes and pulling half of my hair up, I rub my hands together. "Alright, I should put away everything..." I note aloud, as I put all my clothes back in their proper spots.
"6:30 now, I'll arrive in London at 7:30, 8:00 if there's traffic..." I state, as I leave my room.
"Wow Ivy, you're back! Where are you off to tonight?" Mey-Rin asks, turning from where she was 'dusting'. "I'm off to London tonight, can you please call the plain carriage while I go tell Ciel that I'll be back later?"
"Of course!" She stuttered with a tight salute, setting down the duster as she sets off to get the carriage ready from Snake. I walk to Ciel's office and bust in.
"Cielllllll!" I shout, and he jumps up. "You scared me! Wait, why did you change clothing?" He asks, and I smile.
"I'm off to London, I have an invitation to attend an event. I'll be back!" I say, before shutting the door.
"But you just got back!" I hear from behind the muffled door, but ignore it as I walk to the front door, opening it to reveal Snake and a carriage.
"Hello Snake, how are you today?" I greet, as he opens the carriage door for me.
"I am good, says Wordsworth. How are you? Asks Bronte," Snake says, switching in between voices.
"Lovely. How are your friends doing?" I ask.
"Good, replies Bronte. Where are we going to take you today?"
"To the Sphere Music Hall in London," I say, and he nods. Snake closes the door and goes to the top of the carriage, and we begin to move.
7:45, July 13th, 1888
"Wow, it's lovely...thanks for driving me Snake!" I remarked, waving goodbye as the carriage drives off. I step inside, looking at the crowds of happy people. Children of all ages eat at a table of free food, while adults a teenagers laugh. Older people meet with old friends, and jovial music plays in the background. I'm glad I didn't dress up too much, there's no noble in sight...
"Ivy?" A voice asks from behind me, and I turn around to see Edward. "Eddy!" I say with a smile, walking up to him and enveloping him in a hug. "How are you?" I ask, pulling from the hug to see him blushing.
"I'm Edward- I mean I'm good," he says, and I laugh slightly. "Oh Edward, were you invited by Herman?" A voice asks, and I turn to see Cheslock in a suit.
"Yeah, were you invited by Violet?" Edward asks, and Cheslock nods. "Hello Cheslock, how are you?" I ask, and he turns to me. "Oh hey Ivan-" Cheslock does a double take, and I nearly laugh. "Forgot that Ivan are one and the same, I see."
"Truthfully, I was hoping that was only a nightmare," he says, and I nod. "Don't we all. Things would be much easier if it was only a nightmare..."
"Midford! Cheslock!" A voice says from behind me, and I recognize it as Herman's. "Let's enjoy ourselves today, everybody together!"
"We can have a good time, regardless of social status," a smooth voice I recognize as Redmond's says.
"And broaden our knowledge," Lawrence finishes.
"Edward! Have you finally gotten a girl?" Redmond teasingly asks, and I turn around. "Are you silly boys talking about me?" I ask with a smile, and the former P4 turn pale.
"I-Ivan," Herman stutters, face turning red. "I go by Ivy, which is noticeably similar..." I note, and he bows deeply.
"I once again apologize for the events that occurred that night! No woman should have seen tha-"
"Herman, I think we should forget about the tea party. I also should apologize for deceiving you all, and if you'd like to ask me any questions I will answer them freely." I say with a short bow, rising to face them with a smile. "Besides, I still wish to remain friends with you all."
"How are you so damn good with a sword?!" Edward asks from beside me, and I laugh slightly. "Years of training, and not just in swordplay. I'm good at using most weapons, save for bow and arrow."
Ugh, archery.
"Are you of a noble lineage?" Edgar asks, and I nod. "Kinda, I guess. I'm technically a Countess of a small plot of land called Dunton, but I don't reside there currently or throw around my title. I'm still Ivy Adams, err, Taylor officially."
"How are you so smart for a woma-" Lawrence starts, but I start laughing awkwardly, grabbing a flute of champagne from the waiter walking by us. "Alright, I think we should celebrate together to our successes. Cheers?"
Everyone else grabs a flute, and we clink them together. "Cheers!" They shout, and we clink flutes. Everyone takes a sip, and I awkwardly look at mine before taking a sip.
It was an odd bubbly taste with a weird flavor...but I like it. Now that I'm 16 in this era, if I drink no one would have a problem, but it's still odd to drink in public.
We all talked for a bit longer, before dispersing to separate areas.
"Hey Ivy," Redmond asks, and I look at him. "Yeah Edgar?" I ask, and he leaned on the piano. "Can you play?" He asks, and I think.
"I can play a few songs, which are classical, and one of them is jazz," I confessed, and he arched a brow, head tilting in confusion. "What's jazz?"
Oh shit.
"If I had other accompaniments it would make sense, but I have the piece memorized so it would be a ritzy piano..." I trail off, and Edgar smirks. "That can't stop you from explaining it, can it?"
I roll my eyes. "It's, uh, a type of music from the United States. It hasn't really picked up yet, but it's spontaneous, and great... and never the same. A group of musicians play a pre-determined piece, and then they 'jazz' it up a bit, changing it as they see fit to make their instrument shine. A freedom of the instrument, basically."
"Freedom?" He echoed, and I laugh, sitting down at the bench, scooting him over. "It's something you Brits wouldn't understand."
Edgar scoffed as some of the onlookers laughed slightly, and he leaned his elbow on the piano. "Alright then, Ivy. Show me this 'jazz.'"
I flex my fingers and look at the keys, placing my fingers on them. "Should I sing along? I have to warn you, my voice isn't that good," I say, and Edgar shrugs.
"If it makes it 'jazzier,' be my guest."
I sigh. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you..."
I hit the piano chords, "Mama, I don't have time for dancing," I declared, running my fingers over the piano chords once more.
(A/N- play AnnaPantsu's cover of 'Almost there'. This is what I imagined Ivy's singing voice sounding most like)
"That's just gonna have to wait a while," I sing, and Edgar's eyes widen.
Probably at how much I suck.
"Ain't got time for messing around, and it's not my style,
This old town can slow you down," I sing, and Edgar rolls his eyes. "London isn't that old."
Smirking at his cheeky words, I hit the next chords. "People taking the easy way,
But I know exactly where I'm going..." I start kicking up the beat, fingers running over the keys.
"Getting closer and closer every day
And I'm almost there! I'm almost there,
People down here think I'm crazy, but I don't care..." I am considered crazy in this era though. I've gotten used to the looks and the whispers, though they still hurt a little.
"Trials and tribulations, I've had my share, There ain't nothing gonna stop me now 'cause I'm almost there." Someone starts playing the trumpet next to me in a little melody, and I play background music to it.
"That's the way it is!" I say with a smile, and Edgar arches a brow. "But that wasn't planned at all..."
"Exactly! The American Revolution wasn't planned, but guess who doesn't control America?" I question cheekily as Edgar's cheeks tint pink. Laughing slightly, I start playing a little rift to merge the parts.
"I remember Daddy told me: "Fairytales can come true
You gotta make 'em happen, it all depends on you"" Someone plays a little flute trill there, and I look up to see an elderly woman had joined in on the flute. Giving her a nod of acknowledgement I continue on.
"So I work real hard each and every day
Now things for sure are going my way
Just doing what I do
Look out boys, I'm coming through," I sing with a bit of a growl at the end, and I see a more people are looking over. Looking over my shoulder slightly, I see little kids dancing, and I beam.
"And I'm almost there, I'm almost there
People gonna come here from everywhere
And I'm almost there
I'm almost there," I back off a bit on the piano as the trumpet player and the flutist play.
"There's been trials and tribulations
You know I've had my share," I sing quietly, before picking up the beat.
"But I've climbed the mountain, I've crossed the river," our trio of instruments play their own parts perfectly,
"And I'm almost there, I'm almost there
I'm almost there!" I sing, as I play the finishing notes on the piano, finishing breathlessly. The little area was silent for a moment, before they applaud loudly. I nod at the crowd, cheeks red before turning to the flutist and trumpeter.
"That was amazing, thanks for playing alongside me," I say, and they both nod at me. "That was a fun experience," the older woman says, "I would do it again! Makes me feel young again."
"Agreed," the trumpeter says, "it was new and interesting."
They walk away, and I turn to Edgar. "Any thoughts?" I ask, and he flushes slightly. "Jazz is great, I can see how you Americans came up with it. It is certainly, err, 'freeing.'"
"It sounds a lot better with a full band, and a better singer," I say, and he shakes his head, red eyes meeting mine. "Your singing was lovely, all women usually have higher voices here and hearing a voice like yours was, er, uniquely deeper..."
"Uniquely not good, I've heard. My sister is a performer, and she sings beautifully. You should hear her, it's like the angels created her voice box..." I say truthfully, and he sighs. "If you were amazing, I would love to hear what you consider 'beautiful.'"
"Thanks," I say, and the smile fades on Edgar's face. "Why weren't you able to tell me you were a girl at St. George? We should have been able to trust each other, that was the relationship fag and brother have..."
"I told no one, Edgar," I divulged, "because you would have been loyal to your duties as a P4 and would have had me expelled. You would have to, to uphold the traditions and your own morals. It's nothing against you, you are an honest man, and your loyalties are firmly upheld at St. George."
"And who would you have told?" He points out, "You kept it to yourself the whole time!"
I shrug. "Most likely Soma's elephant. He doesn't seem like he would gossip much."
Edgar laughs slightly, before sighing, holding his hands up in defeat. "Alright, I understand. But if you have anything to tell me, you should tell me now before I find out at another tea party."
"I have 8 toes." I say bluntly, and he chokes slightly. "What?" He asks with wide eyes, "4 on each foot? 3 and 5?!"
"Just kidding!" I laugh, poking his puffed cheeks. "You should have seen your face, it was hilarious!"
"You're going to give me a heart attack one day!" Edgar jokingly says, patting me on the back and I continue to laugh. "I'm going to go walk around, I'll see you around Edgar," I say, and he nods to me.
"See you around, Ivan Taylor," he finishes with a wink, placing his fingers to his lips before walking away. He's definitely the Viscount's nephew...
I walk away until I spot Edward, and a smirk grows on my lips as I run up to him and hug him from behind. "I'm kidnapping you!" I whisper for him to hear, and he yelps before turning to see me.
"Yeah right!" He laughs, "You're smaller than my sister!"
"Don't rub that in," I grumble, letting go and crossing my arms. "I know I'm short, but if the ceiling falls down on us the tall ones will die first."
"That's intense," he pointed out, and we are silent once more.
"Remember," he starts again, "at your birthday, when my mother brought up the idea of marriage?"
"Yes, I remember," I reply, hoping he won't ask to court me. I already have to deal with Ciel and Sebastian about it...
"And she was telling me since I'm turning 18 soon I should begin thinking of finding a wife, or at least trial and error, but... I don't want to settle down yet. I don't know what I want to do after graduation, except that I want to see the world with my sister by my side," Edward declares bluntly, and I sweat drop.
If that was heard out of context that sounded very, er, incest-y.
"Your sister seems like a very good friend to you," I say, and he nods. "I'm just trying to say don't wait around for me right now, you should find someone to be with. Most nobles are promised at birth-"
"Eddy, I'm not 'most nobles,' I'm Ivy if you haven't realized by now. I'm like you and don't want to settle down, I want to see the world too. Besides, who would want a queer woman as their wife?" I laugh, as Eddy chuckles slightly.
"Well, we can travel the world together." Eddy says, and I smile. "Yeah, we'll be travelling buddies!"
"I like the idea of that," he admits, gaze falling on a small crowd gathering. "What's that?" he asks, and I sigh.
"That's Blavat's fortune telling, from what I've heard." I say, as Herman approaches us. "Hey, Hermie!" I call out, and he walks towards me with a blush on his face. "Yes?"
"Can you tell us about Blavat over there?" I ask, and Herman looks over at the blue-white haired man. "His fortune tellings are so accurate they became famous. Why don't you give him a try?" Herman asks, and Edward scratches his neck. "I'm not interested-"
"Come on Eddy, wanna do it if I do it?" I question Eddy, and he sighs. "Alright, let's go."
"Yay!"
Walking towards the Blavat area, I step behind Eddy. "You go first, I want to see how it works..."
"Fine, only because you're a chicken," Eddy says, and I sigh. "Whatever you say, Mr. Macho."
"Excuse me, sir, can you read my fortune?" Edward asks all proper-like with manners and such to Blavat, and Blavat nods.
"Sure! Prick your fingertip and drop your blood into this cup, and after that I'll read your fortune."
"Alright." Edward pricks his finger with the needle, dropping the blood into the cup. The water changes into a light red, and Blavat passes Edward a small cloth.
"You are under protection of Canopus," Blavat says, and I remember that's also Lizzie's 'protector.' It must be the same blood type for both of them... "People under Canopus are individualistic and self-centered, while they have a strong bond with their hobbies and are obsessive over things. Do you have a strong obsession to being loyal and honest?" Blavat asks, and Edward crosses his arms. "So what if I do?"
Blavat laughs, "I can also feel that you have a strong obsession towards family, most likely a sibling...?"
"Of course! My sister means everything to me!" Edward ranted, and I laugh slightly.
"Girl with the purple hair, you laugh at him, but yet do not do anything." Blavat says, and I walk over to him. "Should I do the same thing here as blondie?"
"Go ahead," Blavat teased, holding up the pin. I place my finger on it, a slight prick rendering in my finger. It was only for a moment, so I didn't flinch.
Besides, I've been through other shit in my past that hurt way more.
Holding my finger over the cup, my blood drips in, turning the water dark red.
"Woah! A Sirius!" Blavat says, and everyone's eyes widen.
"Woah! Are you...serious?" I cheekily smile which causes for Blavat giving me a *really* look.
"Wow! I'm super jealous!" A little girl says, and I sigh.
My mom has A negative, while my dad has AB positive. My sister is an A positive, while I somehow ended up with AB positive.
"The firs magnitude of Sirius is extremely rare. People under Sirius are often geniuses and prodigies and many are very two-faced and versatile-" wow, I love being told I can be two faced. My eyes starts twitching uncontrollably, as I place my hand over my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Blavat asks, as I give a smile in his general direction as my eyes stop twitching.
"Sorry, don't know what happened there," I say, uncovering my eyes. Everything seemed...different. Everyone had a weird glow around them, all in different shades, sizes and transparency. But Blavat's, well, his was oddly dim and a pale silver.
"Anyway, take this: a Sirius protection charm. You should feel closer to the divinity with it in your possession," Blavat says, and I smile, taking the silver bracelet. I could see my glow, which was a light blue, the same as my eyes.
How fitting.
"Thank you," I say, standing up. "Give this Canopus one to your friend, please," he says, and I nod. Taking the other charm and passing it to Edward, Blavat smiles at us. "Feel free to visit any time!"
Edward's glow was a dark green, with it being thick and large in a uniform shape.
I get up and leave, walking over to the ex-P4 and Cheslock with Edward. Cheslock's glow was a light shade of grey, flowing all over his body in different patterns. All the P4's glows looked calm, and completely matched their house colors.
Color schemes on point there.
What if these 'glows' were their auras? That'd be hella cool, but how did I suddenly start this ability?
"Everyone, it's already 11:00, it will be difficult to part ways..." Hermie says, and I sit down in the chair. "It was good seeing you all, a bit nostalgic."
Music starts playing, and Violet passes Cheslock, Edward and I papers. "Let's sing together." he says dully, and I look at the lyrics. "Never seen them, but that won't stop me from croaking!" I laugh, as the music plays.
I dance with all of them until it strikes midnight when everyone is gone but Edward and I.
"Do you wish to stay at the Midford manor with me tonight?" He asks, before blushing. "NotlikethatImeanintheguestroo-"
"Sure," I say with a smile, "I know what you mean. I'll give Ciel a call once I reach your house to let him know I'll be back later."
We ride back to Edward's huge manor, where maids and a butler greet us. "Edward! You're back, did you have fun at the get together?" Elizabeth asks, and Edward nods.
"Yeah, I did. I also brought back a friend," he says, and I step out from behind Edward. "Surprise!" I say, as Lizzie's eyes light up. She had a light pink aura which shimmered slightly, excitedly bouncing all over her body. "Ivyyyyy~" She squeals, running up to me and glomping me in a hug. Now she's a few inches taller than me, and I feel slightly overwhelmed.
"Oh, were you at the get together too?" She asks, and I pull from the hug. "Yup, I ran into Edward there."
"How fun! I wish I could go too." Elizabeth says, and I smile. "Next time let's go together," I tell her, and Edward nows.
"Really? I'm so happy!" Elizabeth cheers, "I cannot wait, it'll only be good if I dress up as well! Oh! And Ivy can be dolled up too!"
yay...but hopefully, I can prevent the leaving of Lizzie. But, I don't know why she left in the first place, so how can I prevent it?
And, it could be completely unpredictable. For example that at first, Agares passed as a human due to Undertaker's advanced techniques. Second, mustard gas existed centuries before its official invention, making it unsuspectable.
Anything and everything can occur, and that is extremely frightening.
"I'm back home!" I call out, entering the Phantomhive household as the servants bounded forward to greet me. All of them had excited auras, with Mey-Rin's a calm blue with a few splotches of dark blue, Finny's a bright yellow, Bard's navy blue with lots of splotches lighter blue.
Aura splotches: a lighter or darker version of the person's aura. They show the person's deepest regrets. These can be reversed, but the more a person has is the more they regret.
So...Finny had no splotches because he was such a pure cinnamon bun...Mey-Rin had few because she regrets being an assassin, and Bard...
Why did Bard have splotches?
"Hello Ivy!" Finny cheers, "Where did you go?"
"I went to a fiesta!" I state, as everyone looks confused. "Sorry, I went to a party."
"Oh! How was it?" Mey-Rin asks, "Good."
"Ivy has returned?" Ciel's voice calls from the top of the stairs, and I look up excitedly only to nearly fall over.
Ciel's aura...it was terrifying. It was dark blue, bordering black, but it was white at Ciel's center. The dark blue was looking ready to completely envelop Ciel's aura, like it was going to eat it up completely. Forcing a fake smile onto my face, I smile.
"Hello Ciel!" He looks down at me and smirks slightly, white light pulsing for a moment before returning to normal.
"Hello Ivy, how are you? After you completely left without telling me in person and not having seen me for a month?" He asks, and I cross my arms.
"You're not my mother, geez Louise!" I respond, ignoring him as I walk away.
JULY 20th, 1888
"I'm ready to go!" I say to Edward, hopping into the carriage, sitting beside Elizabeth.
"Oh! I'm excited to attend! Too bad I couldn't dress you up beforehand," Elizabeth says sadly at the end, and I laugh, patting her on the head.
"As long as you stay around, you'll have plenty of time to dress me up! I'll certainly enjoy it," I tell her, and her eyes light up, shining an emerald.
"Really?"
"Of course." I don't want her to leave, of course. I tell her what she wants so she stays around as long as possible...
Soon, we arrive to the hall and I'm whisked away by Edgar, placing me in front of the piano.
"Hey Edgar, I came here with a couple friend-" I start, and he smiles innocently at me.
"Oh Ivy, it wouldn't be too hard for you to do a 'jazzy' song again. It also wouldn't be too hard for me to talk of Ivan-"
"I get it, I get it," I say with both of my hands up, "but I don't know any other songs with a jazzier riff."
"What other songs do you know?" He asks, and I sigh. "Not much, honestly. My sister is the master musician, I just learnt most from her during the summer. Now, I have other things to do-"
"Ivy..."
"Edgar..." I scold back in the same tone. "You can start your own style of music, just give it a personal flair. Now, I'll be off now," I say, standing up and walking away from him to where I see Elizabeth standing by her brother, looking at the fortune teller.
It's beginning. Should I allow it to happen as it does in the manga? I don't know if she's dead or alive or a zombie as of the result of the manga not being over yet, and people have been dying...
No, I shall let it play out and interfere slightly.
"A fortune teller?" Elizabeth asks Edward, and he nods. "Yes, and he is known to be accurate. In fact, Ivy and I had our fortunes read the other day-
"Oh, that's wonderful! I'd like one too!" Elizabeth exclaims, and I raise a brow. "Alright, he gives you your star sign basically. I'm a Sirius, but I feel like I'm pretty fun..."
"...that was horrible, Ivy." Edward blanches, and I sigh. "Why does no one like my star sign jokes?!"
Elizabeth runs up to Blavat, and I watch the two exchange comments. Lizzie soon returns to me with an empty look in her eyes, the ones of a daydreamer.
Its started, and all I can do is place a seed of doubt into her mind for it to plant later.
"I'm going home," I say, quickly running to the outside of the ballroom. Creeping towards an unseen alleyway, I hide in the shadows.
With the snap of my fingers, my eyes blaze blue a change takes place. Bones crack, pains tingle my body as my body shrinks, hunching over. Brown hair flows downward as it shifts into a silvery, wispy grey. Skin stretches and wrinkles, hands gnarl and nails tint yellow. My eyebrows droop as my face sags, causing the old lady look to be more effective.
With the flourish of my hand, my clothes change to one of an older woman of this time. Hobbling out of the alleyway, I watch Elizabeth and Edward walk out of the music hall. Smirking to myself, I walk to the areas where carriages are, and I fall on my face.
"Oh, somebody help me~" I feebly call, as everyone continues to move around me.
"Move old lady, you're blocking my carriage!" An angry male voice calls, and I turn to see a rich looking man glaring down at me.
"I-I can't get up~" I cough into my hand, and I see Lizzie approaching from the corner of my eye.
"Here," she says, offering a hand to me. I smile, placing my hand in hers as she pulls me up.
"Thank you, kind little miss." I smile at her, and she smiles back, but her eyes are distant. "No problem."
"I don't know if this is too much to ask, but can you give me a ride home? My house is on the outskirts of London by the port, and my son is unable to come and get me. It'd be a 3 hour walk if I did it myself," I croak as Edward approaches.
"Of course, Miss." Edward helps me into their carriage, and I plomp onto the seat as the carriage begins to move. Looking at Elizabeth, who sat next to her brother, I gave her a toothy smile.
"Little miss, I shall grant you a request since you have helped me. Ask me of anything, and I shall tell you."
Elizabeth looks blankly at me, "What kind of person am I?" She asks, and I smile. Blavat's words most have affected her for her to ask that question. "Of course, I will answer this for you."
"Are you some kind of witch? Don't you dare curse my little sister!" Edward shouts, but I hold up a hand to silence him.
"Didn't your mother teach you to respect your elders, Mr. Edward Midford?" I ask, and he quiets.
"H-how did you know my-"
"Take my hand, please." I cut Edward off, looking at Elizabeth.
Hesitantly, she places her right hand on top of my eyes, images flash before my mind. I can't see the future through her eyes, but I can see the past and her personality.
"You're cheerful and passionate of what you care for." I start, rephrasing Blavat's words to be more positive. "Once you have something you are passionate about, you follow through with it 100%. This also traverses to how you are fastidious about your passions. You don't show your true side due to your fondness for your cousin, to uphold the 'true lady' image." I crack open an eye to see her intently looking at me.
"You're afraid of ghosts because they're dead, and they are sad reminders of the past. Your favorite flower is the pink marguerites as they are cheerful and bloom beautifully. You are also strong-willed and will do anything to make people smile around you. You protect those around you, as you wish for their happiness and utmost safeness. I must say, you are a very strong human."
"But...but what do the stars say?" she asks quietly, and I raise a grey brow. "What do you mean?"
"What do the stars say about me? Blavat says-"
"Miss Elizabeth, I shall let you in on a little secret." I lean in close to her, "Some of the stars we see today are merely afterimages of what once was, as the stars far, far away might already be dead. It's like looking into the past, you see. So, a past version of you cannot say anything of how you are today, as it is dead."
I lean back, as she looks at me with wonder struck eyes. "You are what you choose to be, Miss Elizabeth. You choose to be a cute-appearing person, which is not the stars' choice. That was yours. You are what you make of yourself, and very few completely find themselves in the world."
"Get out!" Edward screams, startling me. He pulled Elizabeth closer as the carriage pulls to a halt.
"W-what?" I ask, disturbed by this sudden behavior.
"Don't put some freaky-witch curse on my sister!" He stutters, and I waggle my fingers.
"Alright, bye, Edward Midford of," I answered, opening the coach door and hopping onto the cobblestones. "But beware-"
"No! No witch curses today! Good evening to you!" Edward roared, slamming the coach's door as it takes off immediately. Chuckling to myself as my disguise fell, I brush myself off, and with a quick apparation spell I was home.
JULY 22nd, 1888
"Lizzie's gone!" Edward announced as he ran into the room. Ciel stood up in shock as we turned to Edward, panting heavily.
"What?" I ask in fake shock, though I already knew this would happen. I just hope she would carry the seed of doubt within her...
Edward explained what happened a couple nights ago, as Ciel looked forward gravely.
"Sphere Music Hall," Ciel mused as Edward gasped. "How did you know?!'
"We have been requested by the Queen to investigate the very same music hall," Ciel reported, waving around the invitation/
"I don't think that Lady Elizabeth ran away because of a mere fortune telling," Sebastian theorized as I shrug.
"Regardless, we need to find Lizzie."
"No need, because I already saw Lizzie when I went back to the Music Hall yesterday. But...she didn't want to come back. She said she found her 'shining thing' there."
"Her individualistic spark possibly..." I drawled, "She found what made her happy, possibly, and I guess that is at the music hall."
Edward explained what happened, as Ciel demanded that we visit it.
So, here I am now, standing in the Music Hall dressed as a 'commoner' with Sebastian and Ciel, ready to have some fun.
"This is disgusting, everyone can talk to anyone no matter their class," Ciel grumbles, and I roll my eyes."Not everyone has the money you do, Ciel."
"But the people here don't seem to have any desire, which is something all humans have." Sebastian's words make my eyebrows crease slightly.
"I'm sure that some people don't have to have desires all the time, Mr. Soul Sucker," I scoff as Ciel snorts.
"The poorest of the people always have the largest of desires," he chortles, as I freeze.
I was never poor, but never wealthy. I always had such grand, independent emotions, and I had a desire to keep that all. But...
"I think I'll just let the two of you handle this," I quietly say, as I step away. Ciel's eye flickers to mine.
"Fine, go."
"No need to tell me twice, Phantomhive," I spit out as his eye widens. That's right, I called him by his last name, which is something I absolutely hate. Looking at Sebastian, a smirk danced upon his lips, believing what I feeling was anger.
"It's disappointment, Mr. Michaelis, not anger," I whisper so quietly that only he can hear, before turning on my heels and walked away from them, placing a large fake smile on my face as I delicately put my hand on Eddie's shoulder.
"I need you to dance with me," I whisper, "please, anything to get me away from Sebastian and Ciel."
"What happened?" Edward asks, pulling my hand up to the dancing position as we joined the crowd of waltzing individuals.
"Ciel is just being a jerk, he forgets that not everyone has the privileges he does," I rant, "and it angers me. He believes everyone always has a desire and it's weird to not have one, especially poor people-"
"I mean, it's kind of true. What desire do you currently have, if any?" Edward asks, as I roll my eyes.
"The desire to get away from Ciel," I mutter as Edward chuckles. "See? If you even have a temporary desire it makes sense, but to not have any at all may seem strange."
Oh god, I was being mean to Ciel for no reason...though he was not being nice about the poor-people thing, what he said about people having desires and not having them made sense. If someone had no desires...they have no reason to be living.
"I see-" I acknowledge as the clock chimes 11:00.
"Oh! It's time for carols!" A lady calls out, as I sigh. "Are we doing that singing thing again?"
"Yeah, at the end we all sing together. But...something's different this time." Edward and I stop dancing as the lights dim.
We turn our attention to the stage, where 4 men in cloaks stand, hoods drawn to not see their face. Other hooded men wandered behind them with candles, muttering a beat.
"Oh universal light, sea of stars! Oh stardust ones whose souls have lost their way! The endless nights will be illuminated by the pale and shining first-magnitude star! Let us offer up our own lights to protect the eternal radiance!" The deep four sang, almost like a barbershop. People in the audience sang along, before bursting into applause when the quad were done.
"Everyone, thank you for singing along," They bowed, before one stood up fully. "We are tiny stars merely floating in the enormous expanse of the universe! But, even if your light is dim, it's unique and completely different! Each star has enough brilliance to guide a lost soul!"
Damn, that's deep.
"Polaris."
"Vega."
"Canopus."
"And Sirius," the last person says, "may the radiance of the celestial guardians fall upon you all. Now, let's sing!"
Didn't they already sing?
The four men whipped away their cloaks to reveal the P4! They wore costumes fitting to their original colors, and I felt myself gasp a bit.
They were a boy band! This is too funny! Also, Greenhill's hair was spiky!
"And without further ado, here's our new song 'Shining Star!'" Lawrence called out as the audience (now, I noticed it was mostly girls) screamed in joy.
Now that I can see closer, Lawrence has a freaking dangly earring (is it a clip on or did he actually pierce it?)! And Violet has a choker! Greenhill's hair wasn't combed over (and he had his guns out, too!) and Redmond...
Eh, Redmond was still a pretty boy.
"This is lit!" I scream, as the boys start performing. I haven't been to a concert in so long!
"This is so confusing!" Ciel shouts out, approaching me in the crowd. "Don't worry about it, just have fun! That's what concerts are about, dingus," I laugh out, completely forgetting our fight from earlier.
"What's with their dancing?" Ciel asks as I move my feet to the beat. "It's fun, Ciel," I stick my tongue out.
"Hey, anything wrong?" Redmond and Lawrence call out.
"No!" We all shout back.
"You feeling down?" Greenhill asks, cupping a girl's face as she practically melts.
"No!"
"Don't cry, okay?" Violet asks, pulling a pouty look as we all melt.
They kept performing in a K-pop fashion, and it was freaking lit.
The concert soon ended and we all poured out, talking among ourselves.
"That was one of the shortest concerts I've been to, but it was good for the time period," I sigh, "Panic! At the Disco was one of my favourites to go to, mostly because I was in the pit with my friends, but-"
"You've been to other concerts like this?!" Ciel spits out.
Shit! I just spilled a bunch of future-beans!
"Y-yeah, but they're in America," I stutter.
"Welcome back, young master and Ivy." Sebastian's voice calls out from behind us, and Ciel sighs. "Sebastia-"
Turning to face Sebastian, I nearly laugh at the sight in front of me. Two women with their boobs protruding in their dresses clung to Sebastian, gushing about him being a 'dangerous butler.' Sebastian smirked at me, clearly testing me to see if I was jealous.
"Damn Sebastian, you got some!" I laugh out, as his brow twitches slightly.
"So, that's what happened," Sebastian pours a cup of lemonade for me as I re-cross my legs.
"Yep, it was pretty fun, too," I commented as Ciel gave me a bewildered look.
"I suppose, but that concert is absolutely nothing like opera or ballet! In terms of song and dance, they were completely odd and different."
"On top of that, the audience was waving and singing along. I've never seen such a spectacle!" Edward cries out, and I roll my eyes.
Who cares if no one's seen a spectacle like that? It's great for this time period and all, but it's really 2016-y. I would have thought they would start at 1990s pop!
"Oh? This type of song?" Sebastian asks, setting the tea tray down.
"You're a shining star! Even if your light is small!" He sings, striking a pose. I nearly scream at Sebastian (who's looking mighty fine while doing all of this, mind you) sings a pop song. God, I need to get him to do Britney Spears sometime!
"You're a shining star! Just join hands and look at them all! You and me, we'll be a sensation! We'll become a constellation!" Sebastian finishes with a spin into a peace-sign pose.
"Oh my god, Sebastian, you've become a K-pop sensation!" I clap out with a laugh, as Agni and Soma burst into the room with snacks.
"Ooh!" I look over at Agni's snack, grabbing one as the men talked among themselves. Sebastian spoke of the literacy rate and how that Blavat must be spreading his information through oral means: song.
"Yeah, I know about that. For war propaganda for countries or for commercials, they'll have bright, colorful images with a short and catchy slogan. Ciel, for your products you have bright images, right?" I ask, and he nods.
"Yes, because our targeted demographic is children," Ciel informs, "so we have small slogans to catch their attention so they can remember it."
"That's exactly what they're doing for Blavat, except their demographic is all ages. So, they can increase the slogan size, but they have to have it in a way for people to memorize easily," I informed as Edward gasps. "In the song, right?"
"Yep!" I nod, letting out a large yawn. "I'm heading to bed, I have a lot of sleep to catch up on."
"Ivy, you're a Sirius, right?" Ciel asks as I stand up, cracking my back. "Yeah, why do you ask?"
"Tomorrow is a Sirius event," Ciel remarks as I snort. "Good to know it's not a funny one."
"...anyway, can you come to investigate?"
"I don't know, I might be sleeping still," I wave off, yawning some more as I walk towards the door. My vision starts fading in the corner, as I put my hand against the wall.
"Ivy go night-night now," I whisper, before falling backwards.
"Ivy!" A voice shouts, and the last thing I see before I black out is Sebastian's concerned face hovering over mine and him catching me.
Cracking open an eye, I look around my room to see sunlight pour in. Ah, I must have passed out and slept through the night.
"Ivy, you're finally up," Sebastian's voice says from next to me as I yelp, shifting away from the voice as I look at him at my bedside.
"Wh-why are you here? I get up myself, usually," I grumble, wiping away my eye-crusties.
"You were in a deep sleep for 2 days, and didn't even move a muscle. Can you care to explain why?" He asks as I sheepishly laugh.
"Oops, if I use an excess of magic without maintaining proper sleep I'll go into deep sleep. It was just a recovery, don't worry," I wave off, "what have you discovered with the Sirius meeting thingie?"
"That they are doing blood transfusions at that time, and that's the price they pay for a hearty meal and singing by the P4. Also, some members who had bracelets linking them to the Music Hall have died of blood loss," Sebastian explains, as I remember that part in the arc.
The last chapter I left off on is coming up soon...
"No...they're not doing blood transfusions," I mutter, "they're collecting blood."
"What?" Sebastian asks, as I sigh.
"Do you really think that they'll be doing a bunch of blood transfusions at once? They'll have to have a lot of staff, it just doesn't make sense. They're probably collecting the blood and marking it by the star type, then storing it," I explain, as Sebastian pauses.
"That's...an interesting idea. But why was the young master dizzy when he stood up?" Sebastian asks, as I roll my eyes, getting out of bed.
"Well, did Ciel eat the food given to him?" I ask, and Sebastian shook his head. "No, he feared he'd be poisoned."
Ugh, what a dumbass...
"Listen, since you're a demon and all, can't you travel to the future and whatnot?" I ask, as Sebastian gives me a bewildered look.
"How do you know about this?"
"I studied demonology," I lie, "now can you or can't you?"
Sebastian sighs, crossing his arms. "Not currently, I am only able to do so when not under a master. Now, why do you ask me this?"
"When's the furthest you've gone?" I ask.
"I cannot tell."
"Ugh! That's not helpful at all," I grumble, taking a ribbon and pulling my hair into a quick bun. "Listen, when you withdraw blood cells from your body, you have to build them up again to fix the loss. So, you eat iron-rich foods to help the production of new cells. Does this sound familiar to you?"
"Possibly." Sebastian smirks, "You're not from this era, are you?"
Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Sebastian can tell if I'm lying if I try, so...
"No, I'm not," I truthfully sigh, "I got sent back in time on accident. I was lost in the woods, than I showed up here."
"I see, so did you foresee some of the events that were too occur?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"Kind of. The thing is, Jack the Ripper was never found in modern day times, so I couldn't point out who it was. I just used good judgement from my time period to rule out possibilities," I half-lie, wrapping my robe around me.
"What time did you come from?" He asks, appearing interested. "I don't need to tell you this information, Sebastian, when you don't even bother telling me much about your years," I laugh out, "but I'd prefer to keep this between us, alright?"
"Fine," Sebastian nods, "but one final question: do you know how this case ends?"
"No," I assured, putting my feetsies into the slippers. "I'm going to get some food, sleeping for 2 days definitely wears a girl out."
Walking out of the room, I knew Sebastian probably had enough smirks to feed a small, smirk-less village in Africa.
"Now, why are people dying of blood loss? Care to explain that one?" Sebastian leers down at me as we fall into pace.
"The answer is simple. Blood is vital to human, so if you don't have enough you'll die. Come on, Sebastian, you should know this already," I scoff, and he chuckles.
"Just wished to see the thought process of the esteemed Ivy Adams," he taunts, and I roll my eyes.
"And I wished to see a normal butler in England," I cheekily replied.
"I am no normal butler, I am one-"
"-hell of a butler," I finished for him, and his eyes widen in surprise, "we get it, Sebastian, it's a demon pun. I'm dying of laughter."
Sebastian frowns down at me for my smart-alack comment, as we head to the kitchen. I grab the muffin under the glass container as Sebastian sets forth to make tea.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but Elizabeth is back at the mansion-" he informs as I begin to choke on the muffin. "What?!" I spit out, as Sebastian looks at me, handing my a napkin.
"Goodness, a lady of your standing should know not to eat with their mouth full-"
"Can it, Sebastian." I stand up, and with the snap of my fingers and the blue glow of my eyes, my outfit morphs into a more casual one.
"Now, where is she?" I ask, adjusting my dress straps.
"Her guest room-"
With the quick apparation to the room, I opened the door and ran in just in time to see a blonde curl bounce out the window, tied to the bed sheets.
What a smart girl...
Quickly running out to the window, I grab the bed sheets and shimmy down, watching Elizabeth run to the gates.
"Elizabeth!" I shout, chasing after her.
"No! I need to go back!" She turns to face me, continuing to run all the while, but tears were streaming down her face.
I realized that I would be unable to take her back, no matter what I do.
"Fine, then let me take you back myself," I stop running, and she stops too.
"Wh-what?" Her lips quiver, as I offer my hand to her. "I'll take you back, I cannot shackle you here. But, can I at least take you back to make sure you arrive safely?"
"W-why are you doing this?" She steps forward to me, "My family and Ciel want me to stay back-"
"It's because you left without warning, and no one knew if you were safe or not. Examining you, though you seem to be hooked on Sphere Music Hall, you don't appear to be injured physically," I acknowledge, "and you don't appear ghastly, so that means you're at least being fed. I'm only concerned for your future, but in reality, I'm concerned for everyone's futures, because I don't know what's in the unknown. Oh! I'm getting a tad bit off topic here," I laugh, "but if you want to really go back there, I'll make sure you have a safe ride, at least."
Lizzie wiped away the tears in her eye with the back of her hand, before giving me a large hug. "I'd like that, Ivy."
I led Lizzie to the stables, getting on Zoro as I gave her the cloak that just happened to be in the rider's box (I actually summoned it, but she doesn't need to know that.). I rode into London, parked my horse, and I led her up to the front door.
"This is as far as you should go," she advises, "I'll be going now...thank you, Ivy."
"Alright, Lizzie, just remember to always do what your heart says...as long as its legal though! Don't go axe-murder London, alright?" I ask, as she giggles slightly.
"I promise," she confirms, before turning and entering the Hall.
She was out of my reach now. In fact, everything is out of my control. The last part of the chapter I left off on before I died was just the image of Lizzie's window. The only reason that I knew about the Phantom 5 was because of spoiler pictures, but I don't even know what happens then!
Godspeed to us all, then.
July 25th, 1888
"Ivy, we have decided to buy puppies and Ciel wants you to name them," Sebastian shouts, bursting into my room with a look of disgust on his face.
"Holy shit I'm coming!" I shout, quickly magicking an outfit onto myself as I run down the stairs to Ciel's office...
Only to see Clayton, Edward, Cheslock, Joanne and Soma there. Ciel sat at the desk, giving me a smirk.
"Everyone, thanks for coming. The existence of the S4 is exposing the citizens of London to immediate danger, therefore I'd like to borrow everyone's strength and create a music group."
"I thought I was getting puppies!" I groan, crumbling on my feet.
"Are you sure about this rag-tag lineup, though?" Cheslock asks as I elbow him. "Hey! I was forced to come here!"
"Not you, trans, but I'm talking about the bookworm," Cheslock nods at an irked Clayton, and I scoff.
"I am not a trans!"
"You pretended to be a dude at school!" He shouts back, as Joanne looked at me in shock. "You're Ivan?!"
"Ivan Taylor?!" Soma asks, as I face palm, sighing. "Yeah, I was Ivan Taylor at Weston College. I needed a good education, so that place worked for me."
"Oh! So instead of you being my big brother, you're my big sister! Cool!" Joanne says softly, and I grin.
"I was double friends with you~!" Soma does a little happy-dance, and I laugh. They took that well.
"There is lots of untapped potential here," Sebastian says, messing with Clayton's hair and making it spiky. He took the glasses, too.
"Dammmmmnnn Clayton! You smokin' now!" I noted, and he blushed slightly.
"I'm blind, though."
"Now, we open shop in two weeks. You all are going to be receiving special lessons and instructions starting today," Ciel informs as Sebastian passes out notebooks.
Flipping open the papers, I look at the top of the page. "Character identities?!" I screech. "And what the hell do you mean by a 'seductive angel' in this?!"
"A bit of a bad boy and force-ful," Edward grumbles, reading his own, "but that's so improper!"
"A devilish, mischievous little brother?" Joanne wonders softly. But Joanne is so kind!
"The cool-headed intellect," Clayton squints at the paper, attempting to read it. He's anything but coolheaded!
"Wealthy and ego-tistical! I was like that before I met you, Ciel!" Soma coos, running up to Ciel and smothering him in a hug.
"And I'm the same," Cheslock grumbles, "But what do you mean I'm unique! Why am I the only one who needs to keep it!"
"Oh, but Master Cheslock, ordinary citizens couldnt even begin to imagine the sight of you attending Great Britain's top school with such a hairstyle and full-faced cosmetics!" Sebastian beams as Cheslock gets mad. "You're asking for a beating!"
"I don't fully understand "a bit of a bad boy and forceful," what is that?" Eddie asks as I nearly choke on air.
Oh god, I hope no one needs to use the words 'call me daddy' in this stupid thing Ciel has us doing.
"Sebastian, if you will," Ciel asks, as Sebastian steps forward. "Was planning on it," Sebastian smirks at me, red eyes flashing as he steps awfully close.
"Uh, Sebastian?" I ask, as he pushes me into a wall, slamming his hand on the wall next to my face. Our height difference was so staggering, it was almost comedic when he leant down by my face.
His red eyes portrayed lust as he got close to my face, taking a finger and running it under my chin to its tip. I felt my face flush as I felt his hot breath on my face.
"Oh, quit acting so innocent..." Sebastian growled, "You've been begging for it the entire time, haven't you, my precious, little kitten..."
Sebastian's eyes lowered on my lips, as he low key held my hand above my head. "S-Sebastian," I stutter, feeling a pinching in my nose, looking away from him to see everyone's shocked faces as he takes my chin with his soft gloves, forcing my to look at him.
"What do you want to tell me, little kitten? Do you wish to be mine?" He growls, as I feel my eyes rolling back into my head.
"Ah-choo!" I sneeze, as Sebastian backs up from me. "Sebastian, that was un-necessary!" Ciel lectures, as Sebastian wipes his face.
"I was showing an example," Sebastian discards the napkin, "and I thought I was doing well. Ivy isn't easy to have submit."
"I sneezed! And I only let you do that for an example!" I scold, turning back to the other boys. Clayton, Cheslock and Eddie had nose bleeds, while Joanne and Soma were cheerfully talking among themselves.
"You want me to act like that?!" Eddie asked, as he points at me. "She sneezed! Will they sneeze on me?!"
"No, it's just dusty in here," I sniffle. "I'm just saying, if we merely stick to S4's regimen, we're merely rehashes! So, we have individual characteristics for individuality!"
"But can we defeat S4 like this?" Clayton asks, as Sebastian wraps a ruler against the back of a desk, his glasses on. "Yes, for I will take full reigns and give all of you a very thorough lesson..."
"Alright, everyone, pin Ivy to the wall!" Sebastian shouts, as my jaw drops. "What the fu-"
"Ivy is the most charm-resistant female I've ever met, so using your personas approach her. Ivy, go easy on them, alright?" Sebastian smirks, as I sigh.
"I don't get a say in this, do I?" I grumble, standing in the middle of the room. "So, who's first?"
"Oh! I'll go first!" Soma says, bumbling up to me. "Ivy, want 500 euros?"
"I don't need a sugar daddy. Next!" I call out, as Joanne calmly walks over to me.
"I love you, sister!" he robotically claims, and I laugh. "That was really robotic, Joanne! But, kudos for the sister reference. Next!"
Clayton started walking towards me, and ended up pushing me on the ground, pinning me to it. "Hey, I want to spread you open like a book," he stutters, nervously sweating.
"Oh my god," I groaned, "don't do the clumsy thing, please. It just ends up being annoying."
"I can't see, is this supposed to be attractive to some people?" Clayton asks, standing up. Honestly, I don't know why animes do the tripping thing, it's just annoying.
Next was Cheslock, who straight up pinned my to a wall. "I don't care that you're charm-resistant or whatever, I'm going to charm your pants off," Cheslock announces, and I shrug.
"That works for some girls, what you just said there. But not me. Next!"
Eddie walked up to me, pinned my against a wall. He tilted his head down, as his hot breath tickled my face. His emerald eyes pierced mine, as he put his free hand on my hip.
"I suck at seducing, but does this work?" He heavily whispers, popping my off the wall as he pulls me into a dip. My hair hung back from my face, as I bared my neck to him.
"Ooh! This is fun!" I laugh, "Get a better pick-up line, but this works!"
"What do you mean?" Eddie asks, as I wrap my free legs around Eddie's waist, pulling myself to be free.
"I'll have to show you, so you can feel it," I whisper, placing my hand on the side of his face, slowly dragging it down to his chin, my thumb lightly brushing his gasping lips.
Tilting his chin upward, I lean in, before tilting his head away so I put my face by his neck, "It's all about the chase, Eddie, give them that thrill. Waiting is especially fun."
Jumping off a blushing Eddie, I turn to see everyone blushing (I don't know if Sebastian is or not) and I giggled. "Well, if you guys do it to me, I have all rights to do it too!"
August 1st, 1888, Sphere Music Hall
"Today, we'll be unveiling a brand new song! Here is 'Search for Sirius!'" Redmond says from in front of me, as I kept the cloak over my face.
Ciel had asked me to be apart of the Phantom 5, changing the name to 'Specter 6.' Of course, 'specter' is a synonym for phantom, which means Ciel is still arrogant about the name thing. Though, the only reason he asked me to join was because of male appeal, which I wasn't really for.
Of course, I'll surprise him later with that.
Cheslock smirked next to me, "Hey! You frauds!" He called out, as the P4 turned back to us in shock.
Ugh, this wasn't apart of plan... "You call yourselves 'shining' with your dimly lit candles? Don't make me laugh," he guffaws, as I nearly face palm. The plan was to simply to take over the show, but I guess this works too...
"Now, take a look at true stars!"
On cue, we all whipped off our cloaks, showing the rocker outfits we sported. I wore a black, purple-laced corset top (with a hidden zipper on it, hehe), with black pants. I had a large, silver scarf around my neck, a cross necklace underneath, a large leather belt around my hips and black leather boots with a heel.
I was feeling pretty sexy...hell, when all the boys saw me they were blushing like crazy.
But I had a bit of a surprise... you see, the hair I was wearing was a wig. It was my exact hair-lookalike (but straighter), but other than that no one can tell the difference. I also had made my boobs completely go missing, which you can't notice under the scarf.
"Ivy?!" The P4 asked in amazement, as I blew a kiss i their direction. Cheslock started playing his violin, as I mentally prayed my singing would be fine.
"The night sky made of paper, those imitation stars. Illusion made by candle light, such a drab Saturday night!" Soma sing-disses, giving a wink.
"The deep, dark night sky and the stars of destruction," the once up-tight Clayton narrates.
"They're simply not just a beautiful sight, but make a thrilling, sleepless night!" I finish, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
"To all merry children with their toys for show, farewell!" Edward sticks his hand out, waving goodbye.
"And take my hand, tonight I'm going to take you out for a stroll," Joanne flips his hair back, looking like the true cutie-patootie he is.
"Into a brand new world of night we'll go!" We shout, as Clayton stops playing. "We are the true rulers of London's night, the Specter 6!"
"For those of you who'd like to dance 'til you drop, just head up to the front, I'll make sure we go at it until morning, alright?" Edward asks, licking his glove seductively as I roll my eyes.
"Don't steal all the fun for yourself, I want to have some fun with them, too," I reply, turning my shoulder and winking at the audience. The men (and some girls) blush. Smoke soon filled the stage, and the 6 of us ran off stage.
Quickly, we burst out the back doors and snuck over to the Funtom Music Hall, making our way up to Ciel's office.
"Excellent work everyone, it appears the infiltration tactic had quite the impact," Ciel applauds, blushing when his eyes fell over me.
"The audience's jaws were all on the floor! You should have seen it!" Soma smiles brightly.
"Th-that was nerve-wracking!" Joanne cries, and I rub them on the shoulder. "But you did so good!"
"R-really?" Joanne asks, and I nod.
"I have to question whether our conduct was appropriate...y'know, to behave in such a boorish and derelict manner," Edward thinks as I laugh. "But it was hot, though! You totally sold the bad-boy ideal," I respond as Eddie blushes slightly.
"I know it was a bit boorish, but the transformation! It was awesome! If the guys saw this they'd piss themselves!" Cheslock laughs, "I'm talkin' about you, Mister Hardass Green Lion!"
"I don't mean to interrupt, but could I kindly have my glasses back? I'm blind as a bat right now," Clayton asks, raising his hand.
"Oh! I remember that, Clayton, so I got you some contact lenses for performances!" I smile, walking to the box I had placed on the side of Ciel's desk this morning after practice when Clayton was told he couldn't wear his glasses.
While I had used contacts before, I wouldn't create them in fear of getting the prescription wrong. So, I had skirt-skirted over to the Reaper's Dispatch and got some soft contacts from there.
"Con-tacts?" Clayton echoes, as I open the case. "You take one and put them in your eye, then take them out and throw them away when you're done since these are one-use only."
"Thanks, but can I have my glasses still?" Clayton asks, putting the contact box in his coat.
"Of course, but please insert the contacts onstage," Sebastian responds, as Clayton puts them on. "Of course, and I am also quite uncomfortable with my hair in such an unkept state..." Clayton proceeded to brush out his hair, having it slick back to its original position.
"You look like a suburban white mom now!" I groan out as everyone chuckles lowly.
"Isn't Ivy the one who chose the fashions?" Clayton asks, as I shrug.
To be honest, I was just thinking of the dark, handsome and rugged types. I explained 'dark, rocker handsome' to Sebastian (who understood it, damn that demon) and then he organized it.
"Sebastian is the one, technically speaking," I shrug out as Sebastian chuckles.
"Now, we will win, no matter what!" Ciel shouts, as we all put our hands in the middle.
"Spectorrrrrrrrr Six!" We shout, raising our hands in the end.
I stand at the ledge, ready to jump off from my post on que. Looking at Sebastian at Eddie's rafter, the lights dim slightly. Sebastian lifts up his hand as I jump off the balcony while the others do too, hoods drawn over our face. We soar above the audience to the stage, landing on it. We quickly unzip our bat-ponchos, revealing our clothes.
"Now that you're all here, you're not gonna get away without paying a hefty price. You're in the palm of my hands now and tonight I'm gonna steal each and every one of your hearts," Edward smirks.
"Let's get this party started with Phantom Knight," I toss my hair over my shoulder, "ready or not, here we come!"
"Who's that calling me?" Cheslock, Edward and I growl out, stepping onto one side of the stage to meet the mics.
"What's that sweet, sweet smell?" The others ask, baring claws.
"Now the time has come! My time of awakening! It's time to hunt the prey I seek!" We sing into our mics.
"is it a tiny little mouse?" Joanne asks, "A trickling of fresh blood?" Clayton coninues.
"No, it's you!" Soma points, lifting up his towel.
"Alright everyone, follow my lead!" We all spin ours around, singing the next part.
"No matter where you go, go, I'll chase you down!"
"Now and forever, and ever! My appetite never stops!"
"Don't y'all fall asleep on me!" I shout, "Let's go!"
We all jump off the stage, as Joanne and I head to one of the corridors between people. Waving at someone, I wink in the general area of the crowd.
Soon, we all returned to the stage.
"Bite into the night!" Clayton shouts, as we all growl.
"Shyness ripped to pieces!" Joanne poses, as we all growl again.
"The virgin stripped bare," Eddie bites his nail as everyone growls.
"Ravishing our appetite," I run my finger through my hair, causing everyone to growl.
"Now melt into the darkness...for all eternity!" We pose, as the audience applauds. Suddenly, the lights completely cut out, as the other members run off stage.
Time to scare everyone.
Stepping towards the middle, the others back up and strike their poses.
Nodding at Clayton, he picks up the special violin and begins playing. Gulping to myself, he plays the intro notes.
"He got me goin' crazy
Why is my heart racing?" I sing, running my fingers through the back of my hair
"You are beautiful, you are my Goddess," Eddie steps forward, "but you are closed-off, yeah-yeah."
"I will knock on your door, so will you let me in?" Clayton grabs his mic, pulling it close to his face.
I will give you a hidden thrill!" Joanne flips his hair.
"I can tell you've already fallen for me because I can see the curiosity in your eyes
Don't be afraid,
Love is the way," Soma flips his hair out of his eyes.
"Shawty I got it.
You can call me monster!" Eddie bites his lip as the fangirls squeal.
"I'm creeping in your heart babe
I will overturn you, break and swallow you,
Yeah I steal you and indulge in you
I will ruin you!" we all sing,
"She got me gone crazy," Eddie does a half-grind on the mic (like a thrust?) and all the girls drool
"Why is my heart racing?" I sing, moving into our x-shaped choreography.
"I'm a bit hot-tempered
I'm not very tenderhearted ," Cheslock sings.
"I hated you but I want you," Soma sings.
"That's right, my type," Clayton nods.
"The heart does not lie," Back to Soma.
"It's started, I am sending
Dangerous signals from within me," Eddie beats his heart.
"Don't be afraid,
Love is the way,
Shawty I got it.
You can call me monster," I sing, as Joanne steps forward.
"I will live forever
Even if I die, I'm carved in your memory
Come here girl,
You call me monster
I will enter your heart," Joanne steps aside to let Eddie in.
"I get a thrill, turning your life completely inside out
I'm sorry you make me so crazy, you know you do," Eddie finishes, as I push them aside, jumping off stage. The boys do the background dancing, causing everyone in the concert hall to bounce
"Everyone fears me so I'm untouchable man
But why can't you honestly refuse me in the end," I rap, as everyone looks at me in confusion.
"I hide, watching you, and you're surprised
I'm like your antimony to you, but I'm part of you," the young guy buy me had my rabbit, which consisted of a scarved rabbit with little booties. Placing my fingers to my lips, I aim to give the bunny a kiss, but suddenly change it to the tip of his nose. He blushes, as I give him a flirtatious wink.
"Accept me as I am
Forget your fearful worries
Enjoy the pain you can endure
Fall deeper!"
"I'm toying with you in my palm however I want," I run to the stage as the beat picks up, turning my back to the stage. I lowkey unzip the side of my corset, waiting to rip it off.
"Don't run away, you will linger forever!" Quickly, I pull the wig off and throwing it backward, removing the corset top and tossing that to the side.
A large gasp ran through the audience as I faced the members of the S6 for the split moment before I turned. The S6's faces were open-mouthed, realizing that I didn't have any boobs, but instead a set of washboard abs and a rock hard chest.
Turning behind me to face the crowd, I ran my fingers through my hair. Everyone started wildly cheering at the trick, as the music started once more.
Basically, before we went to Sphere's Music Hall, I had changed into Ivan Taylor once more, but put on a wig to make my look normal. I simply kept my feet the same size so I could wear the boots, but other than that there wasn't much of a difference.
"I'm creeping in your heart babe
I will overturn you, break and swallow you,
Yeah I steal you and indulge in you," we all sing, whipping our towels around once more.
"I will ruin you," Clayton points in the general direction of the crowd, causing them to swoon.
"I will live forever
Even if I die, I'm carved in your memory," Soma puts both of his hands over his heart, making it 'beat.'
"Come here girl," I sing, patting my lap.
"You call me monster
I will enter your heart," Eddie sings, as the lights cut out black for the final act.
We soon do the glow stick thing, before the show finishes. We duck of stage, heading to our individual member hall.
"Thanks for comin', little darling," I place my hand on the girl's shoulder, letting it linger for a split second long enough to make her cheeks tint pink. "I hope you come again."
"I will!" She stutters, before quickly running off. I do other tricks with other girls and boys, before the final person in my line was Ciel Phantomhive,
"What kind of trick was that?!" His eyebrow twitched as I shrug. "You said seductive angel, and angels can be dudes, too. Regardless, I got their attention, right?"
Ciel sighed, face palming. "I suppose so, just do that again at tomorrow night's concert for the people who didn't come. Within a fortnight, everyone will already figure you are a male."
"Whoo! That was fun, then," I cheer, as Ciel rolls his eye. "Tomorrow, make sure to give another shock factor."
"You got it!"
For the next few weeks, we performed almost every night. Different themes, different songs, different performances. Hell, different costumes too! We had sailor girl outfits with short skirts, which made me laugh. When the other guys asked me how I got my chest to appear as a man, I just told them I had another corset on underneath that looked like a guy's chest unless touched, which was believable enough for them.
Ciel and Sebastian had explained how greedy Blavat was with his blood removals for the Sirius star, so while I had a performance they confronted the people who were burying a body on August 21st, 1888.
And I had my own plans to tend to that night as well.
Stepping away from my corridor after the concert, I hopped into the side-room from that, quickly magicking myself into a pair of trousers and a button down. I don a tophat, before stepping out and crossing my way over to Sphere Music Hall. I attempt to enter, but the door is locked.
Rolling my eyes as they flash blue, the lock clicks to an unlocked position, as I open the door and enter upon the S4 practicing, Blavat praising them from where he sat.
"Ah, what a wondrous performance!" I criticize, applauding slowly as they stopped performing, eyes turning in my direction. The hat was so obnoxiously large and tipped over so they couldn't see my face.
"Who are you? And how did you get in with the door locked?" Blavat asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
"I need you to stop withdrawing blood from your crowd-goers," I demand, as a collective gasp ran amongst the room.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Sir. Now, may you leave-"
"No, I shall not until you promise me you will stop. You are withdrawing too much Sirius, and not leaving enough time for their blood to replenish, essentially killing the person. I may not seem like I'm begging you, but you can consider it so until I will forcefully blackmail you. Now, stop."
I don't know where the manga goes from here on out, but I have decided that I will help in any possible form. And if this helps, so be it.
"Listen, we are not withdrawing blood from our people," Blavat smiles a fake smile, before turning to Greenhill. "Can you possibly remove our un-wanted guest?"
Greenhill looked at me, a firm look on his face as he withdrew a sword. "Sir, it would be against my code of honor if I were to strike you without cause, but if you do not leave now I shall have reasons to strike," Greenhill informs, as I reach into my own sheath, withdrawing a sword.
"I'm sorry, Hermie, but I cannot let this be," I mutter as Greenhill approaches me, "I still wish for us to be friends."
Hermie raises his sword to strike, but I quickly block it, parrying back in forth with him. I switch to offense, and with a quick swipe I knock the sword from his hands.
Turning to Blavat, I watched him escape the room, and a firm look settled on my face.
"None of you shall follow!" I announce, "For this is for your own good!"
"We're going to defend Blavat," Redmond responds, withdrawing their own sword as Lawrence follows. For some reason, Violet wasn't here...
"I apologize then, but somnum!" I shout, my eyes flashing blue as they collapse onto the floor, falling asleep. Racing after Blavat, I see him enter another room, as I race into it, slamming the door behind me. There were no windows, and it was just the two of us.
"Fess up, Blavat," I growl lowly, raising my sword as he gulped, "why are you doing this."
