In 19th century England, during the Victorian Era, lived a boy with a dark past whose life was destined to prematurely slip away…
"This boy was named Ciel Phantomhive, son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive. When his parents died in a great fire that consumed their estate, Ciel somehow survived, but eventually he was kidnapped by members of a cult. As they tormented and abused the boy he had a moment of extreme despair, and lack of faith. This accidentally summoned a supernatural presence. The boy was offered the opportunity to take revenge on those who murdered his parents, and he being eager for vengeance agreed without hesitation. From then on his life had taken a strange turn."- Read the young girl.
The girl who is currently in the library was leaning against a shelf of non-fiction books. She is reading a massively thick book titled "Aristocratic Oaths: Broken".
Unfortunately, as the story got more interesting for her reality became less distant. A sweaty, pimply faced teen boy with large coke-bottle glasses, was standing across from the girl and scratching his head nervously. The girl's nose twitches and she sniffs the air, immediately wrinkling her nose. She looks up to finally see the teen boy, and raises an eyebrow.
"Uh...hi?" says the teen, unsure.
The girl holds the book to her chest and extends one hand up to wave; she unintentionally gives an awkward smile. The teen boy however, is still obviously distressed. She looks behind, and notices the problem.
"Oh I see. I'm in your way. (awkwardly smiles once more) Sorry." says the girl.
As the girl is about to step aside the teen boy waves his arms and shakes his head; the girl stops, and the teen boy points to her book.
"No, no. Actually, it's your book- Well I mean that book is very troublesome. I-I wouldn't recommend it. (shakes head)" The teen boy says.
"..Hm, (smirk) the last time I got warned about a naughty book I was catching my father in the act." The girl says as she places a bookmark in the novel.
"What's so bad about this one?" The girl asks.
The teen boy moves closer to the girl and touches the book; the girl is startled.
"True evil moves in any form, and leaves all tainted. You've been warned, Jazmine." whispers the teen boy.
"How do you know my name?" says Jazmine, hesitantly.
The teen boy's head swiftly swings back and forth. Then he tightens his expression and leans even closer to an already uncomfortable Jazmine.
"...You're nails." whispers the boy.
Jazmine quickly specs her nails and looks back at the boy, annoyed. Jazmine being quite infatuated with design had decorated her nails with letters to spell out her first name.
"Take it easy junior." Jazmine says as she walks past the teen boy, still carrying the book.
Jazmine Truman Tacinelli or "Jazz" Truman as she preferred to be called, walked the streets of her hometown Holiday to a nearby subway station where she flashed her travel pass, and bolted for an empty seat on the train. I should probably describe our protagonist here considering it is going to be a longggg story so the audience should at least have the privilege of visualizing her.
Jazz is rather precious looking to most people from her big, expressive planets for eyes, to her luscious black, curly kink hair, her long, thick eyelashes, and those pouty, ruby red lips. Beyond her face is her body which is another beautifully crafted prize. Her curves come in and out like an hourglass, and she possessed quite a plump bottom...I swear I'm not really a creeper, I'm just doing my job!
As for her outfit, Jazz always likes sporting her signature ensemble: a black strap neck choker with a yellow medallion, a black beaded bracelet, a "Kit Cuddles" long sleeved knitted garment (It's a sweater with a cat face on it), a red miniskirt, black and white striped leggings, and black combat boots with yellow laces..Yeah, she's not exactly a hipster, but even I don't know how to categorize that fashion statement.
Now let me take a moment to properly introduce myself. I am the narrator, and though normally I just do my job telling you all what goes on from time to time I like to step out of omniscient mode and just talk about things I don't know like...-
Is Ciel Phantomhive's fate truly sealed?...What if there's a change? What if his drive for revenge is lost? Can it be lost?
Does Sebastian have feelings for Ciel? Can he experience love? Or is love really lust and possession in a demon's mind?
And what the heck does a little girl reading a book have to do with Ciel, Sebastian or anything in the world of Kuroshitsuji?!... Alright, that one I actually DO have an answer for.
Well enough of that tangent! Back to narrating…
When Jazz Truman arrived home, she found a raccoon lounging on the couch flicking back and forth between a Chinese soap opera and a cooking show...Both are terrible in case you're curious!
Jazz looks alarmed and runs over to the couch to snatch the remote out of the little vermin's paw.
"What..in the name of Zeus.. is going on here?!" Jazz exclaims.
The raccoon sits up and looks at the girl with a smirk.
"..I'm..watchin'..programs..Toots!" the raccoon shouts back as he snatches back the remote.
"Really? No kidding?" Jazz says faking awe.
"Mmm-hmm!" the raccoon says with a nod.
"Well I thought I saw a certain talking rodent named ROGER watching TV in plain sight instead of HIDING in my room like he should..I don't know-ALWAYS!" Jazz says.
Jazz then takes out the plug to the TV and picks up Roger. She starts walking into the hallway leading up to her room.
"(sighs) How do you expect me to stay in there with all those other people there?"
Jazz stops in her tracks, puts Roger down and kneels to him.
"Wait what?" Jazz asks upset.
"People. Room. In. Yours." Roger says slowly.
"Roger, what the heck?! Why didn't you tell me that sooner?" Jazz asks.
"Well excussssse me! I was in the middle of one of my favorite soaps. Mei Li was just about to confess to Huang Zi about the affair and-
"Roger! J-Just tell me who's in there!" Jazz says.
"I don't know. Some fancy lookin fellas.-Say they've been trying to find "The Chosen One" and only you have the power to defeat the evil wizard Ice King." Roger says as dramatic music plays over him.
Jazz puts her hand on her hips and sighs.
"You been binge watching that cartoon again, haven't you?" Jazz asks with an annoyed expression.
"...Alright..I made up that last bit, but I'm for real about those fellas. They look like they mean business!" Roger says.
Roger jumps onto Jazz's shoulder and smiles widely.
"But don't you worry, Jazzy! Roger the Raccoon is here to protect you from any foe! Ha, ha, ha!" Roger yells.
Jazz looks uneasy and starts walking up to her door. She kneels down and her and Roger peek through the door's keyhole; they see something black lying on the bed, but the hole is too narrow to see much detail...(Insert gross joke here)
"I only see ONE person, Roger and for all I know, it's probably just my friggin' coat." Jazz whispers.
"Hey! I'm not lying! They stormed in here, sniffed around the place like dogs, and started moving stuff! Two-TWO people, I swear I saw!" Roger whispers.
Jazz is about to stand up, but the door knob starts turning, and she falls back down. Roger whimpers, and Jazz covers his mouth while rubbing him gently.
And the door opens to reveal…