The Landlord Next Door | A Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) fanfic

01 House Rules

France, Paris.

Reporters from all over world faced their cameramen, addressing their country's viewers through the live cameras rolling. The huge posters of the different world-famous models hung high up in full view and a sea of people – fans, reporters and cameramen alike – crowded around the red carpet rolled out for the models that were about to walk down.

Today was one of the world's much anticipated grand event, The Pinnacle, ran by an influential, powerful figure in the fashion world nicknamed 'The Undertaker'. The various major fashion industries in the world – Prada, Chanel, Gucci, Burberry, Phantom, etc. – had brought out all their latest designs for the biggest show of the season.

For past weeks as the event drew closer, there was an intense coverage on the event – which famous fashion designer has arrived in Paris, which model was spotted strolling down the streets etc. The celebrity models were, naturally, always the hottest feature of their discussions.

Like how any similar events started, the special guests had to turn up first.

The eager chatters turned into uncontainable screams of delights when the first luxurious car entered the scene.

....

Great Britain, Brixton.

Her jade green eyes were glazed with disinterest as she watched her two friends continue squealing over the live recording of the Pinnacle before turning back to the device in her hands. Her unruly brown, almost dark enough to be black fringe fell over her eyes once more as she returned to the pictures in her camera, trying to pretend that her two best friends weren't acting like morons.

She shook her head incredulously. Geez, what was so amazing about those models that they had to scream their heads off and smacking each other like morons every fucking minute one step into the scene?

Now she had so much regrets agreeing to let them stay over at her apartment. She was truly an idiot for not realizing why they chose today out of all the other available weekends to have their sleepover. They had been gushing and fangirling more intensely about their favourite models ever since the media begun the countdown. How could she not notice?

Glancing up, she eyed the live show grudgingly and looked down with an amused snort when her friends let out another scream of delight. She thanked god that her mother and brother had gone out because she was pretty sure they were loud enough to wake the whole neighbourhood.

"You know, Erin, I'm seriously still jealous that you're going to London for university next month."

Surprised to be addressed by her obviously engrossed friends, Erin's face fell. Of course, only because of the commercial break right now. No wonder.

"Nahhh, I'd rather stay here. Why the hell would you be anyway?" Erin said, returning her gaze to the little screen of her camera.

A pair of exasperated sighs made her look up again and she quickly realized her mistake with a grimace appearing on her face.

"Oh god, don't start." Erin eyed them with a warning look, knowing they were about to open their mouths to 'enlighten' her with their continuous gushing and ranting, "I totally understand why."

How did they even become friends? She was all about photography, mangas and rock music while all they talk about was who they saw on the latest Vogue magazine cover and who was dating who.

"Hey Audrey, what if Erin bumps into one of them while in London?" They turned to each other, their eyes bright with excitement, and began to shriek.