CHAPTER I

Ciel's P.O.V.

I hopped off the bus and took my first step on school grounds. The word 'school' disgusted me. Ever since I began taking educational lessons, they have always been private in the familiar comfort of my beautiful manor. However, that stupid lawyer decided to reread mother and fathers will only to find a single note he skipped at the reading. They wished for me to go to public school to meet and socialize with other kids.

Only I could never lead a normal school life for one reason alone. I was starting my freshman year at the age of twelve! Yes, my knowledge surpassed others my age and therefore Auntie Angelina decided I should start my first year of public school at a higher start then others. I myself felt as though my intelligence passed those of a college level, however, Auntie only laughed when I told her this (although she knows this to be true).

To make the matters worse, I am not from these lands. Just two years ago, after my parent's death, Auntie moved me to this place called "America". I believe this to be a rather foolish name that could never compare to England. My accent often confused others when in fact, they spoke in a way that insulted English on its own, using improper grammar and those "slang words". However, there was no way to slide past my parents last wish no matter how much I wished for it to be untrue.

Even though this was a public school, uniforms were required, and how odd they are! For a boy like me, green plaid shorts along with a white long-sleeve button down underneath a black vest with golden lining*. A red tie was also needed but I preferred to customize the outfit with a golden tie instead. I already read the school handbook twice to verify that there was no possible way I could get in trouble for this small act of stubbornness. For a girl, all same except for the shorts turned to a skirt.

I looked around the school grounds and gave a small groan of dissatisfaction. Rather small building which could mean one thing. Small number of students and this meant another thing. If I were to embarrass myself in anyway, the whole school would eventually find out and my family name would be soiled. However, being a twelve-year-old freshman from England would be sure to attract attention almost immediately. Giving a long sigh, I made my way to the building I referred to as "Hell on Soil".

Murmurs began almost immediately around me as soon as my left foot stepped into the building. I suddenly felt aware of the familiar eye patch on my right eye, but covered my feelings with the wall I learned to poses so well. My extraordinary hair swept in front of my eyes and I purposely kept them that way. It was colored almost blue with hints of silver and grey, I inherited such an odd hair color from my… my father.

The one eye that was left uncovered was also what others described as unrealistic. My Auntie told me it was the color of the sea during a storm of vengeance. I liked the way she described it. My other eye…

I made way to my locker which was locker 80. I found it with ease a tossed my satchel inside. Just as I was preparing to close the door, a hand slammed it shut and stayed there against the locker, inches from my face.

"Why hello there! Aren't you a sight to behold?" I turned around in shock to see a boy by the looks of fifteen leaning towards me… very close… very irritating. I looked at him in surprise. "My name is Ronald! Ronald Knox. But you, my lovely, may call me Ron!" he grabbed my hand and gave it a tender kiss. I only looked at him in disgust wondering what in the hell this boy was thinking.

"What the hell? Are you gay or something?" I asked very impolitely and attempt to fake American slang. The boy's eyes widened and he stepped away and I only watched as he hung his head and walked away. "What an odd boy," I told myself. Then, without another thought, I made my way to my first hour class, English.

"Damn! First day of high school and I can't seem to find my class!" I wondered the halls in search of room 12, English I. Eventually, I found my way back to my locker and began to question my parents judgment. I leaned against my locker and sank to the floor. Just then a door opened and a girl flew out seemingly searching the hallway. As soon as she spotted me, she beamed and yelled something I couldn't quite understand.

As I stood, I looked at the classrooms plaque that was mounted next to the door. 'Room 12'. I stared in astonishment, disbelieving that I had walked around the whole school in search for a class that was right next to my locker the whole time! Sighing, I walked towards the room and stood in the doorway.

"Ah, so you must be the new student! Welcome to New London High School, please stand upfront to introduce yourself," I felt my face start to brighten due to this being the exact thing I was trying to avoid. Ignoring my own feelings, I gave a look around the room and made my way to center front.

"She is so pretty!"

"Why is she wearing the boy's uniform?"

"I love her hair!"

"What happened to her eye?"

"How old is she?"

"Dude she is totally hot!"

"Yeah man! Most gorgeous girl I've seen for a while!"

I looked confusingly around the class and for the first time, I looked at the teacher. He was a tall man, and rather handsome. He had hair as black as ravens wings and red eyes that compared to blood. His features were extraordinary and for a moment I stared with my mouth open like a fool. He then caught me staring at him and looked me right in the eyes, which only made me turn pinker.

"Miss? Would you like to answer the class?" he asked. Just realizing what everyone was asking I spoke for the first time.

"Miss? Wait!" I shouted which caused half the class to jump. I stared at the class in shock. A boy stood up and walked over to me. He had long grey hair which covered his eyes**. The way he walked over to me made me more then nervous.

"Please, young lady, answer our questions!" he stopped in front of me and reached his hand towards my face. His long black nails traced my jaw line which made me shiver in disgust. I didn't move as he pulled my chin so that my face was towards him. I was still looking at the class as they watched like a cat watches his prey before striking.

"Look me in the eye when I speak to you!" I did as he said and his eyes widened in shock. Just as he let my chin go and stepped back to look at my full body, "Well, well, well. I couldn't tell till I saw your eye. It's just your features are so soft and your body so petite and fragile looking," with that he walked back to his seat, obviously not going to share what he had just learned. I knew that by now, I was beat red.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive, I am from England and… I am not a lady!" I shouted the last fact with more then enough force. The whole class gasped and another boy stood up. This one had hair blood red that reached below his waist***. He rushed up to me and I could see his eyes were almost golden.

"My my, you're so cute! Are you sure you a boy? If so, call me!" he slipped a piece of paper in my pocket while grabbing my waist. I swear this class is so weird! The rest of the class started asking more questions.

"You're a boy!"

"Why do you look like a girl?"

"How old are you?"

"Your accent is so cute!"

"Are you gay?"

"What happened to your eye?"

"Wait, he said his name is Ciel Phantomhive, right?"

"Yeah, isn't that the name of the one kid who got kidnapped over in England two years ago?"

"I think so! Hey! Were you ever kidnapped?"

"What did your kidnappers do to you?"

"Did they rape you?"

"How did you survive?"

I was shocked and horrified by the last few questions, and just as if the world had decided to end my suffering, the bell rang. The students, seeming to forget me, ran out of the class. A few girls stopped and asked how old I was. I only looked down and thankfully, someone answered the question for me.

"Mr. Phantomhive is at the age of twelve. He is rather famous in England for multiply reasons and is wildly popular with the ladies I see," I looked in horror at the teacher who was on Wikipedia. The girls giggled and more then half of them gave me the "call me" signal. I turned pink and once they were gone ran towards the teacher who sat at his desk ever so casually.

"How dare you say those things! True or not, you had no right to tell those girls personal information about myself without my Okaying it!" I slammed my hands down on his desk. He got out of his chair and began to back me up towards a counter. I felt my blush deepen from his closeness. Those eyes of his were astonishing.

"You see Mis… Mr. Phantomhive, if I hadn't given those girls some facts, they would've pestered you the rest of the day until they retrieved some answers. And I could tell you don't seem to like answering personal questions," All the while, he was pushing me further against the counter and sooner then later, I was practically lying on top of it!

"My," he reached out and took a hold of my face, "You do resemble that of a young lady, and what gorgeous features you have," he was tracing every feature of my face with his gloved left hand. He almost seemed to be indulged in me. No matter how odd it may seem, I actually found this flattering. This (gorgeous) older man was practically hypnotized by me! His eyes were locked on mine and he seemed to be staring at my very soul. He then acted as though he was going to take my eye patch off, and my eyes widened in fear.

"You look stunning when you're terrified, so cute, so perfect," he was running one hand through my hair while the other was following my spine down and around my waist. Surprisingly, I shivered with pleasure and I could tell that gave this odd teacher satisfaction, "What a marvelous child you are," I could tell he had let his guard down so I made my escape.

I was panting heavily and I was horrified that this man had made me shiver from his touch. My lungs felt heavy and I dropped to my knees having a cough attack. I began sweating heavily and soon I was lying on the floor, curled in a ball, grasping my throat. "My asthma!" I thought. I hadn't carried my inhaler with me for the past year, believing I had taken control of my condition. Apparently not.

Mr. Teacher looked at me desperately, reaching out for my small body. His emotions could shift in seconds. One second, he was seductive and the next, frightened. Right now, he seemed determined. He picked me up in a sort of princess like way and ran for the door. I didn't know where he was taking me but I felt safe. Still hacking up my organs, I shifted my head towards Mr. Teacher and somewhat buried my face in his jacket.

Suddenly, everything seemed dark. I felt alone…

* I got this outfit from Pandora Hearts!

** Yup! It's Undertaker!

*** No, this is not Grell but only a mini Grell. Sutcliff will appear later for sure!