His Other Half- A Kuroshitsuji Fanfic

Chapter 1- Meeting Lord Phantomhive

Hiya!
Extreme boredom had me thinking, so I wrote a Black Butler fanfic. Hope y'all enjoy!
~Rissa
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Chapter 1- Meeting Lord Phantomhive

"Lady Alexandra, we must be getting close," my handmaiden, Marie, said. We were riding along in a carriage and were being jostled around like mad. Bloody driver was incompetent, it seemed.

"Marie, I told you to call me Alex, not Alexandra," I said, fidgeting with the ruffles on my dress. I hated my name. It was homage to my mother's mother, a woman I had never met. It was also so very feminine, just like the dress I was wearing. In France, I didn't have to wear such frilly dresses.

"Milday, I really shouldn't. Your father always preferred Alexandra, and he would be displeased if he knew you were denying the name."

"Well, Father isn't around anymore, is he?" I said, arching an eyebrow. She put her head down and we continued the ride in silence.

We finally reached the manor and I looked up at it in awe. What would someone do with such a large estate? I was helped out by Marie and we made our way to the front door, where an odd bunch of servants were waiting for me, along with their master.

There was a woman with large glasses obscuring her eyes and wearing a dark purple dress with a lace apron on top. Next to her was a rough blond man with a cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. On the woman's other side, there was an effeminate man, with red clips holding back his orange-blond hair and revealing the brightest pair of green eyes I had ever laid eyes on. He was flanked by an odd looking gentleman who was about two feet tall and carrying a cup of what I assumed was tea.

In front of them were two people, a man and boy. The boy had unruly blue-black hair and piercing cerulean eyes, one covered by a black patch. His single eye widened a bit when he saw us. He was wearing a dark blue knicker and jacket set. The man was unbelievably tall, at least to me. He had bright red eyes that were framed by long hair almost as messy as the boy's. He wore a black suit, complete with a chain that undoubtedly led to a pocketwatch.

The man bowed. "Milady, welcome to the Phantomhive Estate. My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am the head butler here. This is my master-"

"I can introduce myself, Sebastian," the boy said rather grumpily. "My name is Ciel Phantomhive, the earl and head of this estate. I am pleased to meet you, Lady...?" He looked inquisitively at me.

"My name is Alexandra. This is my handmaid, Marie," I said, bowing very slightly. "I am pleased to meet you, Earl Phantomhive."

"The pleasure is ours. Now, won't you please come in? Sebastian will be preparing tea shortly. Follow me to the drawing room." With that, the earl spun on his heel and disappeared through the wide doors. Sebastian held the door open for Marie and I and we entered, following the young earl.

When we entered the drawing room, Ciel sat at a chessboard and beckoned for us to come closer. Marie stood off to the side and I sat in the chair opposite him. "Do you play?" he asked.

"No, they kept me busy in France. I never had time for games," I said. "But I would love to learn."

"Perhaps I will teach you after tea," he said. He started rolling the knight in between his abnormally long fingers, obviously done with conversation. Marie began to shift slightly, clearly as uncomfortable as I was.

To pass the time, I idly looked over his features. He was amazingly slight for a boy, and if you passed him in the street, he could be mistaken as a female. Even his name was feminine. I once had a girl friend whose nickname was Ciel, which was short for Graciela.

"So, are your parents still in France?" Ciel asked rather uncomfortably. I sat straighter and placed my hands in my lap.

"My parents passed away," I said as lightly and as casually as possible. He murmured an apology that I waved off. "It's fine. My parents weren't exactly a part of my life. I lived with a viscount in France and he just recently moved back to England."

"That must've been interesting. Did you enjoy it in France?"

"It is all I've ever known. My parents moved me to France almost immediately after I was born. I consider it my home country."

"Yet you don't have an accent," Ciel pointed out. "You sound like us."

"The viscount was a British man. That was my main influence, so I never picked up an accent." Ciel opened his mouth to ask another question, but at that moment, Sebastian walked in with the tea. He served us and hurriedly left the room after hearing a crash from downstairs.

Ciel resumed his questioning. "Do you like living with the viscount?" He sipped his Earl Grey slowly, staring intently at me. I slowly stirred mine, not bothering to drink it yet.

"He has been very kind to me. He is the closest thing I have to family. On the rare occasions Father and Mother flew up to France, their visits were always awkward and strained. The viscount is a rather excitable man though."

"Who were your parents? Perhaps I heard of their death," I shifted and finally began on my tea.

"I don't really think that is important. Maybe I will tell you another time." He scrutinized me before returning to his almost empty cup. We finished our tea in silence, and then he spoke again. "So, shall I teach you chess?"

"If you wish. However, I warn you that I am not an easy person. I will more than likely get frustrated." He let out a half chuckle and smirked almost lazily, silently accepting the challenge.

Hours later, and I just barely had grasped the concept. I had thought with everything I had heard about the earl that he would have given up long ago, but he remained there, slowly teaching me the pieces and the moves they could or couldn't make.

"Lady Alexandra, I don't want to interrupt, but the viscount must be getting worried. It is rather late," Marie said, finally speaking from her position by the door. "And you and the earl both skipped dinner, so I am sure you both are hungry."

Ciel and I looked up, shocked to see that the sky had darkened considerably. "Oh, of course." I turned to Ciel. "I apologize that today's visit drug on so late."

"No need for an apology. I enjoyed myself and you are welcome back anytime. Perhaps next time we can have an actual match." I smiled and nodded. Marie and I followed Sebastian downstairs.

As he stood by the door, Sebastian said, "May I ask you a question, Lady Alexandra?" I nodded and he continued. "May you tell me why you came to visit my master today?"

I stopped; I had completely forgotten! I made up something on the spot. "I had heard of the famous Phantomhive hospitality and I wanted to experience it for myself." Sebastian nodded, satisfied with my answer. I walked through the door and made my way to the carriage.

Once we were inside, Marie spoke. "Milady, I thought you were there for a specific task."

"I did. I got a bit sidetracked, but today wasn't completely wasted. Did you see the look on everyone's faces when they saw me? They obviously know something is up."

"Are you sure this is okay? To disrupt their lives like you plan to?"

"You make me sound so cruel, Marie. I am not upsetting anyone's lives, I'm just obeying the will, okay?" I left no room for further discussion and we remained silent until we arrived home.

The viscount greeted us merrily. "My sweet tiger lily is home again! How was your trip, darling?" He gave me a tight hug.

"It was fine, Papa," I said. In this house, we could be informal, and I called him by the name I had given him since he was raising me.

"That is good to hear. Did you tell him...?"

"Not quite, but I will. It seems like the earl and I may be on the path of friendship." I excused myself and Marie and I went to my bedroom. She helped me into my nightgown and I lay down underneath the covers. She once again tried to get me to remove my necklace, but I refused as always.

"Milady, that will irritate your neck during the night," Marie said with a hint of exasperation. I crossed my arms adamantly.

"Then let it. I have not taken off this necklace in years, Marie, and I'm shocked that you still continue to try to get it off me," I said crossly. "And call me Alex, Marie. I hate the formality."

"You are my mistress, and to call you by that would be just plain rude," Marie said. "Good night, milady." With that, she left and I wriggled further into my covers, clutching my necklace in my palm. I fell asleep almost immediately.