𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓'𝖘 𝕷𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖙

Day Two

TW: It's not a slur! I promise! It is what is in the manga and I am sorry in advance if you can't take it seriously because I know I sure can't.

Even with the enormous window letting the sunlight seep into the room, shadows crept out of every corner, threatening to swallow the nobles up in darkness. Two gigantic organs were crawling up the stone walls, their golden tubes reflecting the sunlight that dared to stream into the room through the humongous window. A giant pendulum swung back and forth in front of the window, casting a moving shadow across the room and the red carpet that lined the floor. The room felt more like a throne room than a Headmaster's Office. It was enough to make even Y/N feel small as she and Ciel stood side by side. The two of them were facing a figure cloaked in darkness, the P4 lined up beside them with two on each side. Only silence dared to fill the room, the swinging, 'whooshing' and creaking of the pendulum hardly breaking it.

"It's been a whole day since you moved into your House..." Greenhill spoke up at last, the aura of the room and his stance with his cricket bat making him seem more like a soldier than a student. "Are you two getting situated, Phantomhive? Brewer?"

"If you don't feel like you're fitting into Blue House, come to Red House anytime," Redmond offered them, his scarlet eyes almost glowing in the shadows. "Someone of your status shall always be welcome."

"The Headmaster alone retains the right to decide the House to which a student is assigned. There are no exceptions," Bluewer scowled across the room to Redmond, the Prefect's glasses clicking ever so slightly as he pushed them up the bridge of his nose.

"Mm, well, all the Houses are the same if you ask me," Violet mumbled, his cloak covering him in even more inky shadows.

The man sitting at the desk's voice boomed through the room like thunder in a dry field. "Our school is a prestigious public school protected by tradition and discipline. Now that you have entered its halls, we must ask that you obey its rules. Typically, the Headmaster would be the one imparting his wisdom to you here, but as he is terribly busy..." The man gently shut the cover of the thick book sitting on his desk. That small sound alone was enough to make Y/N flinch. "I shall act as his substitute," the man continued as he leaned forward, his face slowly creeping out of the shadows. "I am Johann Agares, Vice Headmaster."

Johann Agares was a handsome man, and he reminded Y/N very much of Sebastian. He had thick, messy black hair and golden eyes that had growing bags under them. At first glance Y/N didn't notice, possibly due to the distance between her and the Vice Headmaster, but if she squinted, she could see that his face was slightly worn. If she didn't know better, she would've thought he was on the younger side, but either he had one tough job or he was actually a bit older than he had first appeared. Even with his age, he was still quite the sight. If she wasn't on the job and on edge, Y/N might've missed what the P4 said next.

"In this school, the first and last word lies with the Headmaster," Greenhill's voice boomed as he slung his bat over to rest on his shoulder.

"And here, at school, his word is absolute." Redmond smiled down at Ciel and Y/N. Perhaps Y/N had been wrong, maybe it was Redmond and not Violet who was the vampire prince.

"The Headmaster has entrusted us Prefects with complete autonomy herein," Bluewer warned as he adjusted his glasses once again.

"A rather disagreeable role, having all manner of tiresome matters forced upon us," Violet griped.

The Vice Headmaster captured their attention once again, resting his head on his folded, gloved hands. "That has been the tradition of our school since its founding. And..."

"Tradition is absolute!" The P4 chanted in unison. This time it was Ciel's turn to shiver. The P4's mantra reminded him of the chanting cult he had once been a prisoner to.