Black Swan Rising - A Black Butler Fan-Fic

17 - It's Time to Begin

"I tried to wake you, my lord!!"

"Why didn't you make sure I was awake?!"

"I didn't know you'd roll back over!!"

The gates to the college campus were closing quickly, and the two of us couldn't run fast enough. The binding around my chest kept me from speeding up.

The young lord called up to the two guards for mercy, and we found ourselves slipping through the gates just as they closed them. We bent over and placed our hands on our knees, heaving and gasping for air.

"We made it..." he managed out.

I simply nodded. There wasn't much else I could do.

Weston College was established near the Thames. With its beautiful campus, stunning architecture and high class professors, it was Britain's finest public school. The vast premises contained the complex buildings. It consisted of a magnificent gothic-style chapel and four historic student dormitories. The students were under strict discipline that valued tradition above all and were raised to be the new gentlemen of England through a boys-only dorm life and their individual high-level educational curriculum.

The young lord told me about this school on our way to the campus. After that, we spoke nothing more of it, nothing more of the incidents. Instead, we spoke to each other in French about politics, about philosophy. We spoke of the weather, of books we'd read before. I remembered vaguely the books he mentioned, and he refreshed me on the poetry of the time. The trip here was quite enjoyable. I loved being able to talk to him with such familiarity.

"No matter what, first impressions are vital," he said softly to me. "We have to keep it together." He placed his hat on his head, and we began our walk through the school. I too put on my hat, looking down at the young lord. Before I realized it, we were stepping past other students and rushing through the crowds. In order to get to class quicker, we decided to cut through the grass.

The students around us gasped, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. We looked around at them, thoroughly confused.

"Look!"

"I can't believe it."

"They stepped on the lawn."

"Definitely a 'y.'"

"What a guy. He's not even part of the P4. Neither of them are."

"Sheesh."

I looked over my shoulder and felt my skin go cold. Was my cover blown? Did this attention make them realize I was a girl?

The young lord looked at a few students, confused. "What do you—"

"Ah, look!!" called one.

"There they are!!" called another.

"It's the P4!"

We all turned our heads toward the center of the lawn, observing the four upperclassmen coming our way. The first I noticed was a beautiful man with flowing, blonde hair. I couldn't help but be reminded of someone, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The next I noticed was a man with a cloak. His dark makeup and lipstick made him daunting, terrifying. I didn't want to deal with him. I noted the man with the bat in his hands and reminded myself not to get on his bad side. Lastly was a man with his nose in a book, trying hard not to draw attention to himself. With his status, however, he was doing a rather poor job.

The beautiful man in red noticed us first. His eyes narrowed, and he changed his direction toward the two of us.

"They're in trouble!" cried a student. Amidst that lone child's concern were the snickers and sneers of our peers. I ignored them, kept my eyes on the students in front of us.