Forgot to mention this first off!
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Not to mention, I kinda maybe sorta got grounded...? Eh-heh, oopsie?? ;w;

*clears throat* Ahem...anyway......without further ado, Chapter Three! *le bows* ^^~
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Crash!

Books were toppled over; Sebastian beneath the heavy mess. He worked at Dagns-N-Boble. Their bookstore seemed something from a history documentary by how it looked, and what it carried. Despite these, Sebastain felt great enjoyment here. Almost as if a get away to the past, yet nothing like a stupid history class. Or so in this opinionated being.

'I do like time traveling aspects...' The man soot some dust off his black cacti pants. Getting up while shoving those knowledgebase items aside.

Suddenly, a smack of what was heard to be a ruler caught the other's jumpy attention. The Senior slightly stiffened. Yes, a lecturer would soon unfold a lecture. Either that, or work overtime. (Not that Sebby here would mind.)

"Be careful, Mr. Michaelis. You are expected when you signed up to know-" Before Yana Toboso could bring forth another sound, it appeared her employee stole the spotlight.

"-that these library items are to be issued with utter most care, respect, and above all, " Sebastian stood calmly, ruby orbs trained straight into Yano's, posture magnificent, and smile ever very warm. Here, it deemed that this teenage boy, was different. No smirk. No labels. Merely. Himself. The raven simply embraced the policy known oh too well. Thus, he paused as she nodded. Yano's round rosy cheeks curving upward on the clearest cue.

"Comply Passion." They jointed into a joyous cheer. Hey, want to get someone in a good mood? Easy! Just whip something they like! Kinda like they're the customer, and your the chef!

Soon, they were stacking books. Each had their own colours. Some had common names others were plainly downright insane names! Sarcoline, for example. Did you know it's the color of your very skin? (That is, if you're American) Also, each was an acquirer of different designs. Personally, Sebastian relishes elegant, bold swirls at the corners.

'They stick out. Common at first glance, till you look at their tone, or shade. Then it becomes distinctive from the rest.' The teen flipped through one of his favourites-'Gone With The Wind'- before he gave it a rest in order to contribute to shelve the remaining return books. Alas, so the raven-haired boy wouldn't be distracted anymore than already was.

Yano there gave her worker a rather hard gaze, "Oh-ho ho, you may borrow that again. What is it...the FIFTH time this month?" The old coot teased, brow left to raise.

"Heh, I do believe you meant SIXTH, Ma'am." Swiftly, his hand swooped in for the prey, eye coordination precisely plucked a matty, fat rodent. Yano thought nothing of it. What with this crumbly excuse for a building, rats were expected more than twice daily. And that'd be a mere slow day.

"I see...alright, what is it? What's the reason?" Yano took the rat, and kicked it out the wide window.

"What would be what?"

"Something troubling you, Deary?" Curse this manager sometimes. Guess unlike a few, she actually took time in order to get to know what little workers she owned.

'My, the pros and cons of being Besties with your boss alright.' Sebastian boasted, body movements still.

"Depends."

"OTHER than those silly girls, or guys crushing and hollering." She snickered.

"Very well, since you're importunate on this matter, it's about a few concerns. Nothing too vague, mere curiosity if you will."

"About? Ohhhh! Will I finally get to meet 'someone'?!"

"Unfortunately, not in a long shot." Sebastian assured there's NO sparkle sparkle magical hearts to anyone, anywhere, "It's more of curiosities with Mother. She has gotten herself a new mate. Yet I fear for the worst." He casted a slight sigh, "Perhaps overreaction, or not enough reaction. Not to mention, there's a boy by the name of...Phantomhive."

"Ahhhh, I know of this...Small, and smart one. I've met his Father once..." The lady scrunched through memories that she didn't even know she had, "However, that was years ago. When this was new, not old." Yano shook her head.

"Is that so...very well. And Mother? What if she...you know..." Sebastian paused once again in hopes to gain a tad of wisdom.

"Well...what would Rhett Butler do?," Yano stalked over, taking his precious paperback from the correct shelf. In addition, the book was outstretched in front of him.

With this in mind, the clock spun faster than both would've let on. Night crawled where the sun should've been. As a result, Sebastian went ahead to his nearby home. Indeed, his treasure tucked away.

'I shall peruse this, before reading to Mother. ^^~'

The door gently unlocked, footsteps going into bleak darkness, "I'm home."

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"DING! DING! DING!"

There was the blasted call that rang. Every fucking morning. Tossing over and groaning, hands slid over the edge of cool sheets. See, the Morningstar soot out a nose to flick in order to shut a certain creature up. To his disappointment, only empty space was there.

"Up! Up!" Alois chirped like one of those birds NO ONE had a desire to hear.

"Right..." Ciel left his tempting mattress.

'When I'll have an actual clock, and nice morning...we'll know the world is ending.'

Per usual, down the weirdest colourful stairs they raced! Despite it was mostly blondie ahead racing. Claude also aligned in his casual tux suit while Hannah remained in her everyday navy dress attire. Luka as well as Alois sat close and laughed together. Would've seemed like the perfect family from some sort of reality show. But alas, Would've.

"Both of you, your Father has decided to be kind enough out of his busy schedule to give you a ride. Take it or leave it." She remanded. Tone between flat to firm.

A mixture of two opposites stirred. Possibly forming a new word in the English language if it was audible!

Luka puffed his tiny, pale cheeks, "One ath a thime!" He sorta demanded. That made both parents stiffle some held back laughter.

"Take it!"

"Leave it."

"Very well, have a nice day everyone." With that, the Mom wiped her greasy palms and gently went for a scoop of everyone's cheeks. The begrudgingly teen barely allowed those vile lips brush over his forehead.

On the other hand, the too-peppy-for-his-own-good Trancy eagerly anticipated the small peck. Even welcomed a second one at that! Now, of course ignorance Claude knew she enjoyed.

"None for me?" His complaint was blunt.

"Mmmmm."

The lengthy man swung his wife into a fancy French Kiss before adjusting his spectacles. Then left as Little Luka and Annoying Alois tagged along. Meanwhile,
Phantomhive here was already out the door!

'No bloody way does an Earl honestly need to scar his eyes this early dawn...'

In no time at all, the stinky, worn school bus came. It's treacherous horn booming a broken engine screech. A few people sure had strode on with him. They sat between friends. Perhaps squished in those corrupted blue seats.

"You can sit by me, Ciel-san." Came a soft redhead. Glasses huge circles. Her plaid uniform finely crested around the wavy body.

"Ah, arigato." He lent his items to Mey-rin. You see, she was one of the few people this boy wasn't picky to hang with. Almost standable was considered.

"Anytime, anytime. Did you get Mr. Undertaker's homework?"

'Homework? There was...' An imaginary boulder hit just right as the memory came to life. 'HOMEWORK!'

"By the blank look, and rushing for your stuff...you didn't, did you...?" Mey had her slim brows upward as a sympathetic expression was attached to her round facial structure.

"I-! It-!"

"Don't worry about it too much! I didn't do it either..."

"I need to maintain my 4.0 GPA for a good college." Ciel responded. Maybe a bit colder than intended. However, Mey over there surely failed to notice.

"Of course! Of course, I think Mr. Sebastian is picky about his grades too." The redhead hands were fidgeting in her lap, face a flushed mess.

'Oh, another admirer. How pleasant.'

The bus abruptly halt. A signal for everyone to be booted. Hurriedly, they got off. The pavement reaching everyone's soles. Elizabeth sprang for Mey-rin, while Alois sprang to some other people. Everywhere you peek, it seemed there was a group of some sort.

For instance, there's the Juicy Jocks hurdled around the left side of the enterance. Then there's the Drop-out Dopes smoking or drinking near the back by the dumpsters. Of course what's a school's fun without the Giddy Gossipers! They were bound to be spying, perhaps chatting about any moving object. Lastly, the bottom of the chain. The ones who get wither picked on, or picked last.

'Nerds.' This Nerd agreed at himself.

"Always deep and undisturbed in thought, no?" A pur cooed. Only one certain person could have that silky voice and not come off like a creepy paedophile...

"If someone would stop giving me heart attacks, there would be a chance I would be," Figure tense, feet stopped and whirled around. Yup. It was who thought to be. "Michaelis."

"My, my. I do have a name I'll have you know, Phantomhive." The High schooler said smugly. His uniform fit loosely around his thin body yet had a touch that made it seem to fit in any sort of perfection.

"Right..." Ciel responded. His one free blue orb glancing around in embarrassment.

"Which class?" See, after what little information was gained, he wished to speak more. Know more. After all, Phantomhive was a long, peculiar name that has popped up before in this man's mind.

"..." Ciel returned the gaze upward amongst the skyscraper for a teenager, "...Class?"

A chuckle erupted before gathering a response, "Which class would someone as the likes of myself would you label in?" His sentence hung around the air a moment longer. The vocabulary was considered an upgrade. Well, compared to the rest of average scholars and their vocab levels anyway.

"I'd say Jock." Ciel didn't give any sort of remorse. It was as if that answer had been on instinct, or as if they had years upon years of friendship. Which, may you all be reminded, they only met Monday. Basically yesterday.

' My, how expressive. And so sure of himself at that...' Michaelis' fierce red jewels moved them down. Clearly trying to muffle any analysis that appeared reasonable to relate to past information regarding the name.

After, a silent agreement exchanged until Sebastian disturbed it with a compliment tinted in a taunt, "Very well," This tall bastard knew how to push people's buttons, you can bet on that! Knew what to press, and how to press, "Nerd."

'Why that big bloody...' The Bluenette's crude curses remained sealed inside his nogen. Sure, Mr. Phantomhive could view it as true in the other's defense, but the fact specific people at home already called him that, made anger gurgle high.

They were already inside. Ciel quietly more up ahead because of such a fast pace. Sebastian assumed his snarky comment pushed just right to the Midget's button.
'Aha, so this youngling CAN get mad...' It was obviousness in front of the Giant.

"Shall I escort you to your locker?" An offer was granted.

"I've got legs, thank you." And now rejected.

Before the two could engage conversation, a strange man latched onto Sebastian from behind. Though it appealed to be a soft tackle, "Good morning, good morning~" The male wore his uniform strikingly neat against his firm, musculature body. Heck, Not a speck of any sort of particle anywhere!

'To think Hannah was tidy...' Ciel watched, casted in astonishment.

The high schooler had short silver hair, long silver eyelashes, bright silver eyes, and pale skin. Jeez, Ciel sworn this guy could be a ghost. IN SECRET. Glancing beyond his shoulder, curious ears had to peep their way into the two's chat.

"Must you be insistent on bombarding, Charles?" Hidden irritation poured from Sebastian's almost gentle greeting.

"Charles Grey to you, Michaelis! Why didn't you come yesterday?" The figure shot back. Of course, disappointment was in the equation.

Ahaha, the Freshman's attention was caught. Enough about the pity ghost man! Old news! Now, in comes the newer edition. Ciel
concluded the safest way to spy, was definitely foreshadowed upon both their background surroundings. Besides, the bell doesn't ring for another enormous amount of thirty-minutes! Moreover, Ciel sprung his plan into action.

'There are perks to being short. I admit...' Easily, he resorted to hide behind-the-scenes.

"Remind me...where?" The Senior shook Charles off, a blank stare holding the other's luminescent eyes.

"Yesterday night. At Charles Phipps house. At 9." Glossy eyelashes fluttered flowed in with the sentence. His aura? Secretly fumed with annoyance due to Sebastian returning a simple shrug gesture, "Oh don't tell me, I know EXACTLY why you ditched us~!" The same heightened 19-year-old lightly booped his pals nose.

"Per usual, you are gravely mistaken. 'Ditch' wouldn't be the right word. I had business on my own time, and hadn't any intentions that would help me with my studies at a..." Sebastian's slim skin crunched in disgust, " 'House Party'."

"Don't be like that! It was only oooonce." Charles returned an eye roll, "Your version of fun is that book thingy...What was it..." He sighed, bristling tiny strands away, "Dead-N-Barfs?"

Seems like his buttons were pushed! Along with patience, "First of all, that was hardly correct. Second of all, what a horrible joke for you, Charles Grey." The choice of shame was evident by how Sebastian took the tease.

"Dwa, whatever! Don't see why the ladies drool over a bookworm!" Charles leant his elbow off the teenager's broad shoulders. Then proceeded a fake yawn, "What a bore, Michaelis. A mighty bore."

"Shall this be the end of our lovely converse then?" It was fair that this hunk of flesh got to annoy his good ol' bud too. Especially after the stunt that leech pulled!

'Dead-N-Barfs.........how preposterous! Schemious!' Deep inside, yes, he knew how much of a hipster and douche Charles Grey, not Phipps, indeed proved to be. But even still. Insult his babeh bookstore? Sebastian shook his head as Charles slowly strode to the popular crowd. 'At least my book was spared from such harsh sayings.'

Ciel quickly gathered his black backpack, and was a blurry tot in the background while Sebby passed. Lucky was the best to describe bypassing that guy's sharp, sharp senses.

'What a miracle...' Ciel walked, partially relieved. He believed he did a fine job at sneaking. Even...if...he shouldn't of...but that's not the point! The tiny peer dodged the obnoxious student body flowing through the narrow halls. No way was he going to go to his locker. Between bothersome shoves, or avoidance in general.

Soon enough, the already too familiar bell rang. The bluenette rushed to class, along with other last minuters. Late again? Hell no!