Chapter 3: The New Kid

Alois proceeded to take the seat beside Ciel. The blonde slouched, resting his chin on his arm and looked at the teacher. His face showed no emotions, Ciel thought as he observed Alois from the corner of his eyes. The platinum blonde had given off a very convincing impression of being unbothered by his new surroundings but anyone who noticed his white knuckles and tightly clenched fist would know otherwise. Ciel had to alert Sebastian of the potential trouble however, with the root of the trouble seated beside him now, his planned had to be put on hold for a while. Throughout the entire lesson, the bluenette had been thinking up reasons for why his once enemy had enrolled in this school. In his mental quest to find out the reason behind the new student, he hardly paid any attention to Mr Oleander leaving the classroom.

Alois dug his fingernails into his palm, barely concealing his nervousness. He was sitting beside the boy who had almost caused his death two centuries ago. He should have know that Claude had a motive for suddenly enrolling him into a school. Furrowing his brows, he wished that he had kicked up a bigger fuss about coming to school and not come at all. Meeting the Earl Phantomhive was definitely not on his to-do list.

A loud slam on his table startled the blonde lad. He jumped and looked up. A boy with spiked up hair, wearing a pair of red- rimmed sunglasses was peering down at him. "So you're the new kid, Alois right? Nice to meet you, don't mind Mr Grumpy Gills beside you, he hardly ever smiles. If you ever encounter any problems in school, feel free to come and find me, I'll always be willing to lend a helping hand," the queer-looking boy chattered on. Alois gave him a brilliant smile, in a blink on an eye, that smile had turned into a scowl. Taken aback, the boy in the shades frowned. He remembered when he had first transferred to this school, everyone had treated him coldly because he was different. He did not want others to experience the same unpleasant feeling of being unwanted, so he had always tried to be friendly towards new students. However, the blonde lad did not seem like he wanted to make any friends at all. He had an aura of authority, just like a certain bluenette but not as strong. Pursing his lips, the spiky hair boy resumed his task of trying to befriend the blonde. Said blonde however did not want to interact with him anymore. Abruptly getting up, he walked out of the classroom.

Alerted of Alois' sudden dismissal, Ciel slipped out of the classroom after him. He followed the blonde at a sedate pace, after all if he could not handle a small problem how could he be called the Queen's watchdog. He took out his cellphone and sent Sebastian a text to alert him of the situation. He continued following Alois, wandering further and further away from their classroom. At last, the blonde stopped in front of a door, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he proceeded to open the door. With a start, he realized the door would not budge. Alois tugged at the handle again, as time passed his actions became more urgent and frantic.

Feeling that something was a missed, Ciel used his sixth sense, that all demons possessed, to find out the cause of the blonde's discomfort. After scouting the area, his eyes widened. With inhumane speed, he grabbed hold of Alois and jumped backwards in the nick of time. The spot where Alois had stood at just a second ago exploded. Debris hit the two boys as Ciel held Alois back with a vice-like grip. The blonde lad clawed at Ciel to release him, his eyes were wide with shock. "Luka…" the two syllabus word escaped from his mouth. At that moment, a clapping sound could be heard. "Your reflexes aren't bad, good job Phantomhive," a cold voice mocked him. Both boys' heads shot up, there balancing on the barely standing support beam was a young boy with honey-brown coloured hair. "Luka!" Alois cried in relief. His precious little brother was alive and safe. Scrambling to his feet, he approached Luka tears of relief shining in his eyes. "Stop moving," Ciel's words went unheeded as the blonde lad moved closer and closer to his beloved brother. A sound of metal slicing through air was the only warning Alois got before a golden butter knife was embedded into his skin. Luka's usually warm brown eyes turned into scarlet slits for a split second before turning yellowish-gold.

"Claude Faustus, how dreadful to see you again," a voice smooth as silk came from behind Ciel. Without looking back, the bluenette could detect a slight hint of a smirk. "The teachers are evacuating the students out of the school now, we have exactly 10 minutes," the same voice whispered into the boy's ear. "Sebastian, I order you to get rid of him immediately," Ciel pulled off his eyepatch, uncovering the glowing Faustian contract carved into his right eye. "Yes, my lord." Without a moment's hesitation, Sebastian leaped into the air and landed near the possessed boy. Avoiding the onslaught of knifes deftly, he landed silently behind Luka. Grabbing the boy's chin and restraining his arms, his lips met with the little boy's.

Not too soon, Luka's body fell in a crumpled heap, Ciel anticipating the action had already positioned himself to catch the little boy. A dark mist appeared from the younger Macken's body and shifted into the figure of a man. With swiftness and grace of a tiger, the butler clad in black shot the other man in the head. Blood trickled down from the wound as Claude Faustus' lips turned up in a smirk, "you should know that an ordinary gun harms a demon as much as an ant does, or have you forgotten while frolicking with humans for such a long time, Michaelis." The black butler held Claude's chin in place as his eyes bored into the other's. "I wouldn't waste a bullet on the likes of you if it could not kill with a single blow. Golden eyes widened before it dulled once again. Releasing Claude's chin, Sebastian removed his gloves in disdain and put on new ones, unaffected by the crash of the demon's body on the floor. "Claude!" Alois struggled to crawl to the fallen demon's side. "Claude wake up, I order you to wake up. Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel. Get up now," the blonde's desperate cries were of no use.

With a sigh, Ciel carefully deposited the small boy on the floor and tied his eye patch back in place, "Sebastian, clean this place up and bring us home." "Yes my lord," his ever faithful butler bowed in reply.

Sherms: Sebastian kissed Claude indirectly, does anyone ship sebby x claude? Yes? No? Oh well.