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I do not own Kuroshitsuji in any way. But all the other characters belong to me. Sebastian, Grell, Alois, Claude, Ciel, Elizabeth and the other characters from kuroshitsuji belongs to Yana Toboso.
Chapter 1 Proven So Wrong
He looks at me with those crimson eyes, so mysterious. I turned away, for I fear that I may be enchanted if I met his eyes any longer. He laughs arrogantly, and I curse him secretly. I hate his twinkling voice.
I hate everything about Sebastian Michaelis. He is too sure, too precise, and too perfect. Physically that is. My glasses cloud, or is it me that feels awkward whenever he looks my way? I’m not even sure why he likes to stare. Doesn’t he know it’s rude?
I mean, admittedly, I do spend a few minutes, okay approximately an hour, to look at him too. Not that it’s anything new. All the girls like him too. They admire his silky ebony hair, soft ivory skin, seductive crimson eyes and his devious smile. He carries clothes like he’s walking the runway or featuring a spread at a magazine. He is beautiful. And him, actually observing me too, that’s pretty weird.
It’s just so strange. I’m no muse. I don’t even count as ordinary. I’m hideous! Seriously, my glasses hide half of my face from humanly view. Curly red mess for my hair. The random freckles scattered all over my face. And my so-thin figure. There’s no way Sebastian Michaelis of section A-3, the campus heartthrob of Revelle College High School Department, would admire me. I look at him carefully thru my spectacles again. He was speaking to a classmate. I sighed. He’s a part-time model isn’t he?
No, I don’t like him. I’m just annoyed. He keeps on staring at me, with those bedroom eyes and captivating smile. I think, no. I know he’s mocking me. I stare back with a glare and he met my eyes with amusement. After 15 minutes, I gave up. He won.
I concentrated my gaze outside. The sun, as usual, is hiding beneath the gray clouds. The trees look dead; at least it seemed to me. The winds whistle an out-of-tune melody that adds a melancholic feeling to the atmosphere. Zhanaron is a place with twisted time, totally separated from the outside world. A different dimension.
I came to Zhanaron for 2 reasons. First was to escape some scandal that I was involved with in New Orleans. Second was to answer the request of an aging aunt to join her in solitude. It is a self-exile and an imprisonment, both at the same time.
Revelle College though, is a normal school with normal students and normal curriculum. We have jocks, like William Scottie, captain of the Tennis club. We have mean girls like Jessie Dwight, and you guess it, she’s a cheerleader. Who would forget the nerds, like Camino Dean who wears gigantic spectacles to school? Let us not forget to mention Ms. Popular, Denise Laurent with her straight blonde hair and tan complexion. And Sebastian Michaelis, the campus crush.
I guess it’s safe to say that even we’re quite isolated, Zhanaron is still packed with normal kids, normal stuff and just so normal. The walls of our classrooms, painted in odd purple are still a normal classroom. Zhanaron is a place of oddities, like our baby pink building and the dead garden filled with wilting cypress trees. The important places, like the municipal building, church, mall (or a grocery store from a city kid’s point of view), the shops and schools are all painted with peculiar hues like purple, apple green, sunshine orange, shocking pink, hot red etc. But the houses, big as it may, are painted in dull gray. All of it. Zhanaron is a medium-sized region, so from a bird’s eye view, the weird colors look like marbles inside a cement bowl. I’m thinking that it’s quite an agreement between the local government and its residents.
I walk past the orange hallway, lost in my thoughts. Ever since I came to Zhanaron 2 months ago, I haven’t had any acquaintances. Not that I didn’t try to have friends. It’s just that t they are too weird to even notice me. Or is it me that’s odd? It’s a big school but it feels like everyone’s in a conspiracy to ignore me. Paranoia? Who knows?
“Hey, watch out!” something came flying out of nowhere and before I can dodge it, a can of coke landed on my face and knocked out my specs. I stumbled carelessly and landed on my butt. Ouch. I can feel the throbbing pain. I bet a huge bruise would appear on my face tonight. Everything was so blurred and I touched the floor blindly for my glasses.
“Here you go.” I heard Sebastian’s voice. Someone put my glasses on with gentle hands. My vision cleared and the first thing I saw is Sebastian’s face, just an inch away from mine. I straightened up immediately, embarrassed. I’m such a klutz.
“Oops,” the cool sparkly soft drink trickled down my face. “Sorry, I just think you needed a nice bath so here you go!” it was Jessie, standing beside me and finishing the contents of the can. On my head.
I bit my lip. Everyone was staring and giggling at my disastrous appearance.
“How tasteless, Jess.” Sebastian smirked at my tormentor. “I know you can be mean, but I never expected you would go this low just to be noticed.” He held my palm and slowly dragged me away from that place. I was trembling and ashamed. I glanced back at Jessie as she flipped back her straight black hair with pink highlights. She looks back tauntingly and sticks out her tongue. I stare harder.
I wish you’d stick out your tongue forever like the b*tch you are.
I notice something weird about Jessie then. At first I thought she’s just making fun of me. She didn’t retract her tongue. It stayed hanging down her mouth like she’s panting. A worried expression betrayed her and she ran like a lunatic to i-don’t-know-where. I shrugged. She is weird.
He led me to the infirmary. There was no one there so Michaelis personally fixed an icepack for me and even made me drink a pill. We sat silently at the patient’s bed. It just feels so awkward to be alone with him.
“You’re Tatiana Petitia, right?” he raised one eyebrow in query. I stopped wiping my hair with the towel (which smelled like pungent detergent).
“How did you know my name?”
“My apologies,” he bowed lightly. “I’m Sebastian Michaelis. You’re new right?”
Newly soaked. I thought.
“Sorry about the Jessie thing,” he shrugged. “I’m not usually the nice guy type, but seeing you all drenched, it’s bad manners not to help.” Sebastian rolled his eyes in emphasis.
“Why thank you.” I grumbled.
“Since we’re friends,” Sebastian stood up and walked around the sky-blue clinic. “you are invited to the school party tonight.” He brought out a red ribbon and tied it on my ID lace. “There. So they’ll know I invited you.”
“Is it exclusive?” not that I really care.
“You can say that.” he winked. “I’ll pick you up at 9pm.”
Before I can ask him if he knows where I live, he went out to the hallways and disappeared.
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Because I didn’t actually expect Sebastian to show up, I was so surprised when he showed up at 8:30 pm. No, he didn’t need to explain aunt Audrei, because he invited himself in to my window.
“I figured you wouldn’t wear anything appropriate.” He looked at me from head to toe and snickered. I was wearing pajamas with pig prints. A far cry from Sebastian black t-shirt and jeans.
“Quite accurate. How did you know where I live?”
Smugly”I know everything.”
He went straight to my closet and found a red shirt and faded jeans. To my horror, he ripped them off by hand.
“what the hell are you doing?” I tried to retrieve my stuff, but his towering height of 6ft. 1 made it impossible.
“Customizing.” He tossed my clothes on the bed. “Great, isn’t it?”
I raised it up and cursed under my throat. I bet I looked like a stripper with this on.
“Are you seriously going to make me wear this?”
“try it on before complaining.” He pushed me to the comfort room and locked its door.
“there!” I grudgingly reappeared. He ignored my complaints with a shrug and pulled me to the window.
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Riding his big bike, we flew (it’s too fast for a human being after all) to the school. The party doesn’t look too obvious from the outside. But when we opened the door, the nightlights danced lasciviously as teenagers (wearing the same ripped clothes like us) walked back and forth rhythmically.
“What the hell is this place?” I questioned my companion when he returned from the punch table. He is carrying two goblets with white wine, and stemmed cherries swim in it.
“It’s a school,” he raised his glass to me.
“Yeah, but why are we partying again?”
“Don’t be such a spoilsport Tatiana.”
“You are not answering my question,” I glared, but not at him. I was fixing my gaze at the red cherry on my goblet. Slowly, it melted before my eyes. I glanced at Sebastian’s still whole fruit. He grinned at me, showing off his snow white molars.
“Sebastian,” Camino Dean approached us. He wasn’t wearing his gargantuan glasses so I was quite surprised. He got nice eyes, like the color of the turquoise gem. He, too was wearing a black ripped shirt that exposes his abs (surprise, surprise). He’s quite hot.
“Why did you bring her here?” he motioned to me, and sipped on a cocktail glass with purple concoction.
“She is one of us.” Sebastian nonchalantly put his arm around me, and I tried brushing it off in vain.
“oh?” he turned to me. “what kind?”
With a delicate finger, Sebastian touched the red ribbon which he tied on my red hair. I noticed too, that he also has one, which he placed discreetly on his pant’s belt holder.
“I see,” Camino offered his hand to me. A blue ribbon tied on his thumb. “Welcome to the Yokai Club.” He shook my hand indignantly and walked away.
“That was Camino Dean, right?” I gawked at the nerd/hunk as he went with a blue-haired girl upstairs.
“Yeah. It seems like they’re having an orgy tonight.” Sebastian shrugged. I almost spilled my untouched wine.
“So this is ‘the’ party?”
“Relax,” he patted my back. “We are not one of them.”
“I saw Denise, let’s go.” He took my hand and dragged me (again) to the muse of our school. She’s gorgeously wearing a light dress with a pink ribbon below her bust. She waved to us and left her pretty companions to attend to us.
“Wow,” she flashed a killer smile. “She’s your first, eh Michaelis?”
“yeah, but not the last,” he returned her smile with a more dazzling one.
“Welcome to the Yokai Club.” Denise cheered. “I hope Sebastian doesn’t give you a hard time. You’re his first member so be good!” She left us, me at dazed, and Sebastian? The same as always.
“So you entered me into some sort of secret society.” I turned to Sebastian “is it legal?”
“Beats me. But we are definitely not a syndicate or whatever.”
I walked hurriedly alongside him. “And the orgy?”
“Some ritual for Camino. I really don’t care. We are not doing anything like that.”
We entered a dark hall and opened a room. It was painted red with black candles strewn across the room. We closed the door, sat on the floor and he lit one black candle.
“Now before we proceed,” Sebastian opened a book and thumbed thru it. “I will tell you a brief history of Revelle.”
“Revelle is a small town to most people, but it is a refuge for us. For the Yokai.
“Yokai means ‘Haunt’ in Japanese. We belong to the category of folklore and fantasies. I know it sounds stupid. But I’m not making this up.”
I scanned Sebastian’s handsome face for any signs of insanity as he searched thru the pages of the heavy book. He looked scary, with his red pupils glowing in the dark, fascinating and frightening at the same time. He returned his eyes to me. Scary, but in his right mind.
“The blue order are witches and wizards. The pink stands for fairies-“
“You mean to say that Denise’s a fairy?” I looked at him in disbelief. He just nodded and continued speaking.
“The white is for vampires, the largest group. The werewolves own the color violet. The psychics belong to the orange.
“And us,” he stared deeper into my hazel eyes. “the red orders’ for demons.”
I laughed. Surely he’s just joking. I mean, I’m no saint, but I haven’t done anything criminal-
“Haven’t you? Then why are you hiding here? Wasn’t it because of Emperor?”
How? How did he find out about this?
“He was the guy who dumped you 5 months ago. The next day after that miserable moment that was the cause of all your insecurity, he died. A horrible death. All of his blood came out of his mouth. No causes, no evidence, but the main suspect is you.”
I backed away slowly. The cold floor seemed colder and the dark room darker.
“I didn’t kill him.” My trembling voice managed to speak finally. “Sure I had a dream that night before he was killed… It was just a dream!”
I held Sebastian’s palm in an attempt to explain to him the REALITY. “I had a dream that night that he was kneeling before me soaked in blood, and I was laughing. I didn’t touch him,”
He didn’t look convinced. The haunting memory of my dream returned, so real. Surreal. Emperor, blood, demonic laughter. All the frenzy took the rest of me.
“I DIDN’T KILL HIM!” all the unlit candles burst into flames. Like hell, we were surrounded with fire. I can see Sebastian’s face and his sinister smirk, glowing like Lucifer himself.
“You know you did kill him.” He touched my hair with his subtle fingers, and then let it lingered slowly to my face. “It’s not entirely your fault Tatiana. You didn’t know.”
I slapped his hand away. “I didn’t kill him. Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”
“You did, maybe subconsciously. But you did. Stop living in your sugar-coated world and face the bitter truth. You can’t run away any longer.”
I covered my ears with my hands. But his resonant voice still echoes faintly.
“The flames of the candles, Jessie’s tongue, it’s definitely not witchcraft.”
“I am not a monster!” hysterically I grabbed his shirt and faced him. “I don’t have a father, and I’m no angel but I’m precisely, certainly sure that I’m not a demon.”
“Stop!” he slammed his hands to the floor, and it bore cracks from the impact. His shadow engulfed the candle lit room and he glowered at me with those scarlet pupils of his. His little patience melted with my hysteria.
“You are so difficult to deal with. And I was so happy to find someone like me! You are living in denial Tatiana. You despicable coward!”
“What do you want me to do?” the night is deep from the window’s point of view. Wolves howled pitifully nearby. And chants echoes slowly then faster, faster and faster. First a whisper, then louder, louder, and louder.
“Do you expect me to believe in fairies, wolves, witches and vampires?” I whimpered. “Hah! I wonder why there’s no order for leprechauns and genies.”
“Don’t be sarcastic, young lady. I’m not asking you to be a criminal.” His voice shifted from anger to annoyance.
“I’m here to help you control your ability. I didn’t ask to be like this. Neither do you. Here at revelle, we can live peacefully without anything holding us back. Just try the very least to accept it.” He declared to end the conversation.
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The vampire order is led by Nonette Wordsworth, Revelle’s student council president. She’s a tiny girl with pale complexion, golden pupils and twisted black locks. She sat with dignity at the teacher’s table, surrounded by 50 students as pale as her.
“Welcome to the Yokai club Tatiana,” she leered, showing off her tiny white fangs. “to be honest, I didn’t quite expect you to be a Yokai, but because of the Jessie incident, you prove yourself to be one of us.”
She clapped her hands and her dominions joined in unison. “wow, a demon. The rarest of the Yokai’s.” She sniffed the air and licked her pink lips. “You smell so nice.” I’m pretty sure she meant I’m tasty.
Sebastian protectively grasped my wrist. “Now, now, Wordsworth.”
“In my 300 years of existence, demons always smelled so deceptively-” she combed her curly hair with a long finger. “Human.”
“There’s one way to test if she’s the real deal or not.”
“She doesn’t need to be tested.”
Nonette raised an eyebrow. “How would you know if she’s a half or pure? You can’t just train a demon.”
“I trained myself and everything went well.”
“Does she have as much willpower as you?”
Sebastian was silenced by the shrill remark.
“Just as I thought.” The vampire sneered. “Look at her Michaelis, and tell me. Does she look like she’s even willing to learn? She can’t even accept her true identity. Will she be able to handle herself alone without causing a ruckus? No? I thought so.
“Hey you!” she pointed one dainty finger at me. “Demon, do you want to know the truth?”
I nodded, stupefied.
“Good,” she grabbed my hand and led me to her place. “Sit here, be a good girl, or I’ll cut your neck.”
With one hand, she held me into place; the other held a double-edged dagger. I didn’t try to struggle as she pressed an edge of the blade on my cheek and lacerated my flesh. Blood oozed from the cut and she licked it without hesitation.
She closed her eyes in pure ecstasy. I shudder with fear as she stroked my wounded cheek, her eyes rolling like she’s being possessed or something.
“She’s a half.” Nonette gained her composure. “You can go now sweetie.” I stepped down and returned to Sebastian’s side.
“However,” my relief suddenly vanished. ”her half side is from a very powerful demon. Her blood is closer to the taste of demons rather than human.
“Train her” she crossed her legs with poise. “She needs to learn how to control herself. If she cannot be train then I’m sorry Michaelis, we will eliminate her.”
The scrawny vampires hissed upon the statement. I had jitters in fright.
“Oh, I will train her Wordsworth.” The demon grinned and took me out of that place.
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“You looked scared back then.”
“She’s a goddamn vampire Michaelis,” I hate his frigid face. “she will kill me.”
His lips twitched in a taunt. “A demon afraid of a vampire? That’s something unconventional.”
“What kind of training will it be?” I kicked a rock out of the way. We’re walking beneath the stars at the wilted school garden. I’m envisioning an intense training about balance, strength and martial arts like kung fu or what. So I’m pretty pissed when he produced a book.
“Reading is our training.” Sebastian declared haughtily. “The more we realize our potential, the higher our level would be. We are born fighters, we do not need to train our muscles. We just need to realize we can use them.”
I looked at the book closely. It bore no markings on the cover except a pentacle. It’s about as thick as a dictionary. I flicked thru the pages and my head ached. The writing was way too small.
“Finish that book tomorrow so we’ll be able to discuss it as soon as possible.”
A loud howl echoed in the night. I slightly shivered. It’s getting quite chilly now.
“I think I need to go home.”
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We passed silently to our backyard and we intended to return to my room thru the window. I climbed the mahogany tree and was about to jump to my room when Sebastian gagged my mouth with his hand and locked me tightly in an embrace. I tried to free myself but he whispered.
“Something’s moving.”
I watch with horror as aunt Audrei showed up from beneath my blankets. The evening is well-lit by the full moon and I can see in the effulgent light her distorted face. Aunt Audrei is old and gray, but I never remembered her eyes to be bulging out of the sockets. Her yellow pupils scanned my room, an awful shade of malady. Her skin was ghastly pale and she jerks in frenzy as she searches for me. Her body moving as if her bones are disjointed. It’s cruelly horrifying.
“Tatiana,” she croaks and I can swear it’s not her regular voice. “”Where are you dear?” her eyeballs rolled.
I hold on tightly to Sebastian, too afraid to speak. He placed a finger on his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. He quietly broke a branch of mahogany and with incredible speed and force, threw it to the farthest window. The glass smashed and aunt Audrei frantically ran out of my room and into the other.
“Let’s go.” He carried me into his arms and jumped out of the tree and ran to his big bike. He started the engine and as fast as it could go, flew out of that place which supposedly was my home.
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