A Brush with the Past

Paintings, Paintings Everywhere.~

'No.

'That would just be silly, right? Well, if I'm able to teleport to another time period, why not another realm. This guy wouldn't know if he was or wasn't in another realm. Shit. He's no help. But if he knew about the Phantomhive's...Yeah, I better ask him about Ciel.' You try to move your hands again. Your middle finger on your right hand twitches, slightly scraping against this man's 'ahem.' He notices, looking down at you in an instant. A look of shock is plastered to his face.

"Can you move?" You stare at him with determination. 'I'm going to move my arm. That way I can write something, anything. Well, when we get to the shop.' Your thumb twitches along with your middle finger. 'I'm getting somewhere.'

"Hold on. We're a few feet away from my shop." He nods towards the right, to signal it's out of this alley and to the right. 'Hurry. I have questions, bud. Plus my throat still feels like a cleaning instrument for asphalt.' Click. Click. Click. It sounds like he's wearing heels. Splash. Click. Click.

"Here. Hope she's still awake." He taps his foot against the bottom of the shop door. As you look inside, you notice paintings. Hundreds at least. 'I guess he's a painter. We share something in common.' Boom. Crash. Click. Cli- Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

"I'll be there in a minute!" You hear a girl yell. She sounded younger than you. Maybe she was 8? Somewhere around there. More stomping sounds were heard, quickly reaching the door. The door was flung open to reveal a short, young girl.

"Welcome home da-" her happy face is replaced with a face of shock. 'I guess she's never seen a dirty, naked teen before. Her shocked face makes sense. It IS late at night and her father just came to the door with me in his arms.'

"Honey, could you move from the door and clean off the dining table?" He says calmly to her. A small smirk appears on your face as she practically trips over her feet, rushing upstairs. You look at the paintings since now you can see better. A few old timey wedding paintings, multiple portraits of men and women, old and young, and paintings of scenery are hung up. 'Now this guy can paint, they all look so real.' You can see the back of frames leaning against the walls. The room itself is small. About the size of an average bedroom. The staircase on the back wall, slightly on the left. It went up six steps, then turned to the left. (Author-chan: I have no idea how to describe these fucking stairs. Just imagine them however you want. Also, I think I'm going to include a sketch of the floor plans. I suck at describing some stuff so they should clear it right up. Your welcome.)

"Ah, you like 'em? I paint them myself. It's a shame my girl doesn't want to follow in my footsteps." 'She's crazy bro. Maybe you need to talk some sense into her.'

"Stubborn, just like her mother. Emma's a spittin' image of her too." You look up to him. ' What happened, buddy? Where is she now? I'll ease the question on you later.' We slowly travel up the stairs. Beads up sweat are now occupying his forehead, causing some of his hair to stick to the surface. 'He must be tired, but his arms are still holding me up effortlessly. He's gonna be sore. Sorry.' I look back to the front of us to see a small, open room with a large chair facing a fireplace on the right wall. On the back wall a few counters can be seen along with a huge metal contraption and what seems to be a fridge. In the middle of the room is a short, rectangular, mahogany dining table with four chairs, one on each side. 'My next destination. It looks comfy.' He speeds up his steps as you near the table.

"Emma! Grab a blanket and set 'er down on the table. Now!" Click. Click. Click. She runs over with a simple, white and black checkered quilt and spreads it upon the table. She backs up and stares at you with curiosity. You feel the plush blanket under you as...'What IS his name? You'd think that was an important thing to tell a helpless girl that you were bringing into your shop and home. Baka.' sets you down on the table.