A Demon Kid's Probz: A Black Butler Story

Chapter 3: Michaelis and Faustus

As Grace and I stepped into the dark, tinted hallways, it seems as if a murderer had snuck its way in trying to brutally kill all the kids.

Children were screaming. Papers were everywhere. Teachers making mad dashes to calm kids down.

Well how's that for a first impression.

Still trying to get to our classroom, we were startled by a booming screech from down the hall.

"GET TO CLASS NOW OR I'LL-"

The ear-piercing scream was cut off as all the students scurried off to their classroom as quiet as little mice. Leaving Grace and I to find our rooms alone.

"Well that worked." The principal, who was a thin pale demon lady with dark brown, shoulder length hair and thin wire glasses, walked our way.

"Oh dear." Grace was squirming as I stood there, a bit worried but nonetheless calm. "Don't worry. I got this." I replied with a reassuring tone.

"Oi. Hello there young ladies. Do you need something?" I was surprised at how cool and collected she was after yelling her head off. Grace as well.

"Good morning. Actually we were looking for room B523." I hide to look at the paper hidden in my pocket to remember the room number. Hopefully I wouldn't have my head blown off for that.

"Oh okay dears. Just keeping going down these halls, take a left, and the classroom should be on your first right. And may I ask what your names are?"

The principal seemed to know her way around and if I didn't know better, I would say she's been here for a couple hundred years.

"Thank you very much! My name is Allison C. Michaelis." I said with a curtsy to be respectful.

"And I'm Grace J. Faustus. We appreciate the help, Miss?" She curtsied as well and left her statement hanging as we didn't know her name.

"Miss Habby." She gave a slight smile but that disappeared as we put a hand to our mouth to prevent from laughing. "Something the matter?"

"Oh not at all. Just a cough is all." I gave her a fake but warm smile and bowed.

"Oh all right. But a Michaelis and Faustus? How odd it is to see both of them getting along! How are your fathers and there rivalry? You see they attended Akuma Academy a long time back. And they were just the worst friends. So-"

She was cut off by the bell ringing once again.

"U-uh pardon us but we should get going before class starts. Thank you once again." I gave her a goodbye and we were off to class. Saved by the bell.

Once we were out of earshot, we began laughing like mad men. Well quiet mad men.

"That's the funniest name ever!" Grave said between laughs. "I know! Buy we should seriously run." She gave a quick nod and we began speed walking.

After a walk down the hall, a turn to the left, we saw the door to our death trap. We opened the door to reveal everyone there except the teacher.

"Yes! We made it!" I exclaimed as we took a seat in the middle row. "What is this class exactly?" Grace asked with a curious tone.

"History." The male voice had suddenly sounded out of nowhere. Grace looked around. "Where is he?"

I froze. A slender man with black hair, pale skin, and a smirk had appeared behind Grace. "G-grace? Look behind you." She turned around and jumped a little in her seat. "Hi there. The name's Mr. Jeeves."

"Good morning Mr. Jeeves sir!" The whole class including myself and Grace had shouted a prompt greeting to our odd teacher, who was now walking up to the front of the class.

"Good morning class. You all seem like a good bunch. Especially those two young ladies in the middle." He slender pale finger pointed to Grace and I.

I felt a blush coming and Grace too. He smiled at us and the class did the same. "So. What are your names? You two in the middle. You may go first."

I went first. "I'm Allison C. Michaelis." I felt welcome in this class. I had a feeling that this class was going to be my closest group of friends.

"And I'm Grace J. Faustus." She smiled and felt a tad relieved now.

"I see. Michaelis and Fasutus. I'd like to see you two after class." I felt my heart drop. Crap. Did we introduce incorrectly or something?

After that, the rest of the class introduced themselves and we began our lesson for the day. Today's lesson was about the rivalry of our ancestors. It was surprisingly interesting. We got to reenacted a famous battle between demons and reapers. With real guns. How freaking cool. No one got hurt but it was so amazing.

We got assigned a project on the first day of school. We were to write an essay on a current rivalry. But we had to do it while doing everything the master of the house ordered us to do. They were to be informed so we all received a letter. I tucked it snugly in my bag and awaited the next direction.

It was a partner project and I was paired with Grace. YEEAAAHHH. The project was due in a week. Easy. Hopefully..

Class ended soon and as the rest of class filed out for lunch, Grace and I made our way to Mr. Jeeves.

"Why did you want to see us?" I asked kinda nervous.

"Well. Michaelis and Faustus. As in Sebastian and Claude. Ladies. Give these to your fathers. Do not open it no matter what. Understood?"

"Understood." We replied in unison as he handed us each a small, palm-sized box "What's in it?" I asked with curiosity as I held the box identical to the one Grace held in her hands.

"Didn't I just say you couldn't-" I cut him off with a statement of my own and Grace knew what I was going to say. So we said it together.

"Sir. You said that we couldn't open it. You never said we couldn't know what's in it." We both gave a grin and Mr. Jeeves smirked.

"Smart as always. Go on to lunch."

"Yes sir!" We both saluted and left to lunch.

After a delicious lunch of toasted cheese and tomato soup, our last class for the day was gym. We only have two classes a day for we have to get back to the manor to help out with chores and such. We changed into our gym clothes and jogged to the gymnasium.

Our teacher was a slim lady with brown, curled hair which was neatly tied into a ponytail. "Good morning class. I'm Miss Junckle. Today's topic: Agility."

Dear me. Dad.

The class was filled with laps and races. I wasn't the slowest one so I was quite proud.

I wiped a layer of sweat of with my hand in one slick motion. All right. First day and I didn't die. Grace and I changed and grabbed our bags ready to go.

"Wait. Michaelis and Faustus right? Give these to your dads as soon as possible." Miss Junckle shoved two small letters, one into both of our bags and jogged off, smiling.

"What the heck is with these teachers and our dads?" I asked a bit curious again.

"I don't know. But it better be for a good reason." Grace responded before we walked out of the school and into the bus for the ride home.

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hope there wasn't too many mistakes! Thanks for reading and I'll update ASAP. :)