The Phantomhive Academy - CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED

The Phantomhive Academy Chapter 2

Chapter Two -- Brands and Bicycles

"You called me a demon earlier. Think of this as revenge that I am going through as well." I reassured him while collecting the key and a lighter that I had from...somewhere.

This was going to hurt.

I clenched my teeth and hissed as the white hot emblem on my key chain bit into the skin of my hand. The light smell of burning flesh hung in the air. I scrunched my nose as I quickly applied water to the smoldering mark.

I was about to ask myself what exactly was going through my head, but then I remembered. I was supposed to be some sort of 'demon'. Right. The small boy on the bed was clutching his arm, where his brand was. The arm that had the mark on it was rigid in the grip on his other one. The mark itself was a fierce shade of red. I shook my head.

That would calm down after a while. "Give me your arm." I said.

"Why?" Ciel asked suspiciously, pulling back further.

I sighed, placing two fingers to my temple. "Because water will help the burn." I answered simply. My own burn was still clenching painfully on my left hand. I shrugged it off. That would heal.

Ciel shuffled a bit, before finally allowing me to tend to his arm.

"Are you sure you are not a demon?" Ciel asked, staring at me with his cold blue eyes.

I smirked with a snort. "Why would I be? I already said I am not." I answered without looking up from his arm.

"Because you are sadistic!" His voice rose on pitch as I pressed a cloth to his own contract seal. He hissed loudly, trying to pull his arm back. I did not let go of it and simply kept working as he struggled. When I was finally done, he had calmed down.

With a bored look I now inspected my own burn. It actually looked rather cool, but I would need to hide it. No one could see that or unwanted questions would be asked. "I am sadistic?" I scoffed. "You made me place brand on my left hand. It is not only too obvious, but that is my leading hand!"

Ciel smirked. "Then you better wear gloves." I raised an eyebrow.

"I am going to sleep. I am now too tired to put up with you. This contract officially begins in the morning." I lay down on my bed after turning the lights off. "Good night, young master." I switched off my lamp, bathing us in complete darkness.

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I only woke the next morning because of my internal clock. If it were not for that skill of mine, then I would have surely overslept on the first day of the weekend.

My keen ears immediately locked onto the sound of another's breathing. It took a moment for my mind to remember that there was indeed someone else in the room with me. A few more moments revealed to me what I had done the night before.

I looked down at my hand and hissed in displeasure.

The brand mark stood out black against my pale, creamy skin. A horrible, black mark. My black painted nails stood out next to the scar now as well. On a normal occasion they actually looked appealing. Now it looked quite scary.

I sighed and began ruffling through my bag in search of a pair of white gloves. I could have sworn that I had packed a pair. If not, I was in deep, deep trouble. "Ah ha!" I hissed, as I pulled out a pair of white, thin gloves that I had, by some stroke of luck, packed.

I silently slid towards the bathroom after grabbing a black button up shirt and a pair of black trousers. The gloves completed the ensemble. I sighed and ran a hand through my black hair. I held up a few strand in front of my eyes as I stepped into the bathroom and dropped my clothes in a neat pile next to the sink. "I might need to cut my hair." I murmured. "Especially if I meet that dragon-lady again." I shuddered. That was by far the most interesting first day I had ever had.