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Stage One: An Offer

Ciel stood at the bus stop, his heavy schoolbag carelessly lying on the ground next to his feet. He stared down the road in search of a bus and studiously ignored a group of girls seated somewhere to his right, probably chattering about something unimportant and contributing to the noise pollution in his neighbourhood.

One particularly loud squeal echoed down the street.

"OMG, Josh is coming down the street!"

Everyone at the bus stop, including Ciel and two old ladies who had been frowning at the lack of decorum showed by the group, automatically looked down the street.

I don't see anyone... Ciel thought in confusion. Then, Wait. Does she mean the car coming towards us at the end of the road? Since it's the only thing coming towards us? How does she know it's him when he's in a car the size of an ant...?

"What do I do?" The first girl continued to screech at the top her lungs. "I mean, he, like, bumped my elbow with his soccer ball yesterday after class! Does that mean we're, you know, together?"

A second girl, breaking through his thoughts, practically screamed. "He actually bumped you with his soccer ball?"

"YEEEEEES!"

"OH MY GOD, Diana, you are SO a couple now! I mean, you touched his ball!" A third girl said. And then the whole group started babbling loudly with excitement. Ciel sighed and began to massage his forehead in an attempt to dispel his sudden headache, wondering how a mere group of five could make so much noise.

"Ciel!"

The boy turned and looked away from 'Josh and his killer smile'.

"Sebastian. How are you?"

The taller boy reached Ciel and smiled calmly down at him. "You know, most people don't say 'How are you?' nowadays, and especially not all formal and serious.'

Ciel raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, who just smirked, and then frowned slightly as he caught sight of the state of Ciel's uniform.

"Ciel, how old are you?"

"You know how old I am."

"Just answer the question."

Pause. "Fifteen."

"Yeah. Fifteen." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at Ciel in return before kneeling in front of Ciel and began to retie his shoelaces. "And you still can't tie your shoelaces or button your shirt properly."

"What are you talking about? I did button my shirt up properly."

"Oh, really. Then can you please explain to me why the ends of your shirt don't match up?"

Ciel glanced down at his shirt. "They do match up!"

"Yeah, right. Just keep telling yourself that." Sebastian tightened the knots on Ciel's shoes, so scuffed that the original black shoes had faded to a dark grey (Ciel had once tried to polish his shoes, but had ended up getting the polish all over his hands instead of over his shoes, and so had never polished his shoes again), then stood and briskly redid the younger boy's buttons, undoing and fastening buttons so quickly Ciel had problems tracking what Sebastian's hands were doing.

"Ciel, you're lucky that our school's not that worried about what we wear to school, as long as we wear their shirts and shorts and black shoes. Or you'll have a much harder time dressing in the morning, having to tie ties and button up blazers and all that."

Ciel looked in amazement at his (now) neat row of buttons.

"How is it that you can do up an entire row of buttons in a matter of seconds while I take a minute to do up one button? You're only a year older than I am."

Sebastian smirked. "How is it that you can't do something that kids four times younger than you can do?" Ciel opened his mouth to retort, but Sebastian ignored it and continued smoothly on. "And I'm better maybe because I get more practice, since you always never do them properly and so I have to fix it for you?"

Sebastian smirked again at Ciel's lack of reply, when he caught the conversation between the two old ladies.

"Those two boys are so touching," one warbled to the other. "They remind me of my grandchildren." The two of them looked over to where the boys were standing.

"I agree," the other warbled back, "The older one cares so much for his younger brother ("Brothers!" scoffed Ciel), running after his younger brother and fixing up his uniform every day. Their care for each other reminds me of when I was a young girl being asked out by my husband."

"They are so considerate of each other."

"Unlike those girls over there." The two grandmothers turned and glared at the group of girls, now loudly arguing about which celebrity was the hottest, and then looked back at the two boys. Ciel stared into the distance, trying his hardest to look nonchalant. Sebastian stiffened, his posture even more upright than his usual, straight-backed stance, and began to smile benignly at the two old ladies.

"Ah," they said to one another. "Look at that. He's smiling so dignifiedly at us, yet he's glaring at us like we just called his brother a 'barmy old codger'! He's still trying to protect his brother from any embarrassment! His devotion to his brother is so touching! Don't worry!" One old lady suddenly called out to Sebastian. "We're just talking. We don't mean your brother any harm!"

Sebastian continued to glare=smile at them.

Ciel sighed. "Sebastian, I don't think they realise that they're making us seem like incest-y brothers."

A horn blasted through the group, effectively silencing both the girls and the old ladies as well as stopping Sebastian's glare.

That is, the girls stopped talking for a moment before beginning to scream in excitement.

"It's JOSH!"

"He just honked his horn at us!"

"Is he going to say hi? TO US?"

The cream and red Mini Cooper, approaching the group at high speed, screeched loudly to a stop. A window rolled down, revealing a brown-haired, extremely tanned teenager. He leaned out of the window and winked at the group.

Diana whimpered. "I think my heart just stopped when he winked at us." The other girls nodded. Ciel and Sebastian sweat-dropped.

"Hey girls. Wassup?" A smile that revealed practically all his upper teeth.

Ciel's muttered "Smarmy guy, isn't he?" was drowned out by the girls' collective greeting.

"JOSH! HI!"

One girl said breathlessly, "I like your car, Josh."

He looked down and patted his car, still smiling that reveal-all-my-teeth smile.

"It's awesome, isn't it?" All the girls nodded in earnest.

Another honk blasted through the group, this time issuing from the bus that had crept up behind Josh-of-the-dazzling-wink's car. The bus driver leaned out of the window.

"Get out of the way!"

Josh barely glanced at the bus driver, deeming only to throw a blasé "Whatever" in his direction.

"Anyway, nice talking to you girls. I'll see you at school later, yeah?" Another wink, and then he was off, with an over-exaggerated engine roar.

The bus driver slowly drove his bus forward, placing the door right in front of the two grandmothers. They shuffled on, followed by Ciel, who nodded a 'hello' to the driver, and Sebastian, who stalked past to sit next to Ciel.

When the girls finally followed the others onto the bus, one whacking the bus driver's face with her bag and another accidentally stepping on another passenger's foot, they sat down noisily at the back of the bus, occupying the seats of ten passengers when there was only five of them.

At the front of the bus, the bus driver muttered in annoyance under his breath as he closed the doors of the bus. Usually, bus drivers are tolerant people. However, when they become annoyed, they can employ an expansive range of methods to make the passengers irritating him to have a particularly bumpy ride.

This particular bus driver, spotting that two of the girls (including the one that had whacked her bag into his face) were kneeling on their seats to talk to their friends in the row behind them, first sharply turned the bus away from the kerb, accelerating all the while, before swinging the bust, doughnut-like, around the corner. The girls at the back screeched as they nearly toppled over into the aisle, while the other passengers sat in relative stability.

The bus driver grinned. Bus driver: 1 School girls: 0

Elizabeth sat under the shade of a large, leafy tree, her curly blond hair messily tied up in a bun. Next to her, a maid adjusted a fan so that it blew directly at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth frowned. "Paula, the wind's too strong. Please turn it down a bit. It won't do for it to mess up my hair now, would it?"

"Yes, Miss," Paula quickly bowed. "I'll turn it down right now." She turned a knob.

"Paula."

"Yes, Miss?"

Elizabeth crooked a finger at her. "Come over here." Paula sat next to her mistress.

"Can you feel anything, Paula?"

"No, Miss."

Elizabeth smiled sweetly at her maid. "Then would you possibly be able to turn up the fan just a little bit? So that I can actually feel a breeze?"

Paula nodded and turned the knob again.

Elizabeth sighed as a soft gentle wind began to blow towards her. "Thank you, Paula. That's more like it. Now be a dear and make me a drink."

Paula spluttered. "But, Miss! You're still fifteen! You can't drink alcohol! It's illegal!"

Elizabeth nearly face palmed. "Paula, I don't mean those drinks! I mean drink. As in a liquid substance to wet my throat on this hot, hot day."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Now make me one. The usual."

In a few moments, a tall glass filled with frothy, creamy brown liquid and floating ice cubes, complete with a red umbrella, was placed into Elizabeth's waiting hand, who then proceeded to suck noisily on the straw.

"Uh… Miss! Your friends have just walked through the school gates."

Elizabeth, engrossed in her Coke Spider (where coke is mixed with a HUGE scoop of vanilla ice-cream, for those of you who don't know what it is), quickly looked up.

"Oh, they are! Thanks, Paula! Remember what I told you. This isn't a Coke Spider. This is a frappucino, ok?"

"Yes, Miss. Now you better lean elegantly against the tree, or they'll see you sitting like an old lady."

The young blonde quickly leaned back against the tree, extending and crossing her long legs in front of her. She smoothed down her skirt, checked her white blouse for any stray leaves that might have fallen on her, and turned to Paula.

"How do I look?"

"Wonderful, Miss. As usual. Are you going to keep your hair in a bun like that?"

Elizabeth thought for a minute, sipping her drink slowly. "Yeah. It's too hot for it to be down. Besides, messy buns are cute, in a messy kind of way, and they're all in fashion right now."

Paula nodded, and then her friends arrived.

"Lizzy!"

"How are you, Lizzy? You're looking good!"

Elizabeth smiled and gently put her drink down. "Hey, girlfriends." She stood up elegantly and hugged her friends. "How are you all? Anything interesting happen over the summer? Oh, George!" she exclaimed to one of the girls. "You cut your hair!"

Georgia smiled. "Yeah. I got it because you know, like, all these celebs are like getting pixie cuts now, and so I got one too."

Elizabeth looked at her hair admiringly. "Well... I think it's cute. Suits your pale skin very nicely."

"You think so?"

"Definitely." Smiling, Elizabeth sat back down, re-adopting her position from before. Her friends threw down their bags and sat around her, chattering loudly at one particular girl.

They laughed. "Tell her, Diana!"

Diana grinned at Elizabeth, leaning back on lean, brown arms. "You know Josh?"

"The one you've had a crush on for like, forever?"

"Yeah. Well… My elbow knocked against his soccer ball yesterday when I was going to lunch!"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, lunch? Today's the first day of school."

Diana laughed. "Uh… you see, Elizabeth, I joined a gymnastic class, and it's at the same place where Josh plays soccer. So that's why I could see him."

Elizabeth widened her eyes. "Gymnastics? Di, you totally don't seem the type."

The girl sitting right opposite Elizabeth laughed. "That's because there she has an excuse to see Jo-osh."

Diana gave the girl a shocked look. "Sarah, you're like, totally missing the point!"

"So..." Sarah responded with a wicked grin, flicking back long, shiny chestnut hair. "Are you like, saying that seeing Josh shirtless every day isn't, like, you know, why you're doing gymnastics?"

Diana's face was so surprised at that comment that everyone burst into laughter.

"You mean, you never even thought about seeing him shirtless?"

"No!" Diana gaped, a blush slowly spreading over her face. "I mean, like, the only thing I thought about was that I could, you know, like, see him every day! Not see him shirtless!"

"Aww, Di!" Elizabeth teased. "You went just to see him every day? That's so cute!"

"AHA!" Sarah shouted at the same time, pointing at Diana. "So you DID go gymnastics to like, perv on Josh!"

"JUST TO SEE HIM! NOT TO PERV ON HIM!" Another round of laughter sounded.

Elizabeth took another sip of her drink. Di's crush on Josh was cute, but more important things had to be dealt with first.

"Hey, guys."

Everyone turned to her, still teasing Diana about her obsession with Josh.

Georgia, checking the state of her makeup, closed her compact. "What?" she asked crossly.

Elizabeth laughed. "George, I swear you like, spend more time looking at your cute self than you like, do anything else."

"Now that you've realised that," Georgia sniffed dramatically, earning laughs from the other girls, "Can you please like, get on with it?"

"Well," Elizabeth put down her drink and leaned forwards. "It's, you know, the start of a new year. And you know what that means, right?"

Everyone looked at her blankly. Then Sarah gasped. "Operation: Transformation time!"

Operation: Transformation (O:T) was something that the girls had come up with after watching Clueless in the summer holiday after their Year Six graduation. Friends since kindergarten, they had established a routine, or a ritual, where they would camp out at someone's house during the first week of the summer holidays. During that particular, fateful sleepover, Elizabeth had been so inspired by Cher's mission to transform Tai that she came up with the idea for everyone to pick a social outcast in their grade and transform said outcast into a member of the 'in' crowd over the course of the year. Naturally, being giggly tweens, someone had suggested that they work on guy outcasts to transform them into hotties.

Obviously, O:T quickly transformed into a competition to see who could work the most complete transformation, as well as developing an unsaid criteria to see who could get their 'doll' to fall the most in love with them. The results would be judged at the annual end-of-year school dance, where the person who won the grade's Best Couple with their doll would win.

As expected, Elizabeth had won O:T ever since the operation started, and thus every year she gets first choice of doll. Also, because O:T had been amazingly successful, all the misfits in the grade naturally dream of being chosen as being their dolls, as it meant a chance to become the social elite of the school, with the added bonus of being able to actually talk to Elizabeth and her friends. It was so successful, in fact, that other grades at the school had begun to do their own versions of O:T, although, admittedly, none were as great as the original O:T, or the transformations so spectacular.

Elizabeth nodded, smiling. "It's that time of the year again!"

Cindy, black corkscrew curls flying, turned excitedly to Elizabeth. "So, who are you going to pick this year?"

Elizabeth smirked. "Since you girls all like, catch the bus together, you'll know him very well."

"What? We know him?" Mariette demanded, large violet eyes flashing.

"Yep."

"But so many people, like, catch our bus line!"

"Yeah, but not so many get on at the exact same stop as you, right?" Elizabeth spotted two figures, the (much) taller one walking slightly behind the smaller boy. "Look. There they are now, walking across the other side of the oval."

Everyone's head swivelled and stared at the couple.

Cindy first broke the silence. "You mean, you're going to like, work on Sebastian? The guy with the really, you know, scary-but-calm smile?"

Sarah chipped in. "He's so creepy. Like, he's got the height, and the looks, but he's got like, this, you know, like, this scary vibe. And his posture's always so like, straight that it's like, you know, like he's strapped himself to a pole or something. Like, if he weren't so, you know, creepy, he'd totally be part of us."

Elizabeth giggled. "Not him! The other one! Ciel! The cuter one! I noticed him the day after last year's dance because he was eating a cake with the cutest expression."

"That's more like it," Georgia smirked. "Short, hangs out in the library like, twenty-four seven, has a bunch of friends that are like, you know, just like him, looks like a..."

"Okay. Time to move on, people!" Sarah interrupted Georgia's analysis quickly. Seriously, that girl could analyse everything, and then talk about it for hours on end. Too bad her analysis skills only applied to all things fashion, beauty and dieting. "My turn! I came second last year. Okay... let's see..."

While Sarah began to stare at all the guys present on the grounds, Georgia began to stare at the drink in Elizabeth's hand.

"Lizzie, is that a Coke Spider you're drinking?"

Elizabeth choked. "No! This is a frappucino! Why would I drink a Coke Spider? They were so primary school!"

Georgia continued to stare suspiciously at the drink in Elizabeth's hand. "You do know how many calories exist in a Coke Spider, right?"

"It's a frappucino! Not a Coke Spider!"

Sarah elbowed Georgia, effectively stopping her arguments that 'it is SO a Coke Spider!' by telling her to pick her doll.

"You came third last year, so... pick!"

Elizabeth sighed a breath of relief. If anyone found out that she still drank Coke Spiders... she didn't even want to think about the effect that it would have on her popularity.

Ciel shoved his books into his locker and slammed the door shut. "School is so pointless!" he ranted to Sebastian, who was standing ramrod straight next to the smaller boy. "I mean, school was created as an institution to educate people, but all these people," Ciel waved a hand around vaguely, "Are more concerned about their social standing than what they learn! It's preposterous and an utter waste of time sitting down in a classroom, six hours a day, five days a week, just to observe egotistical teenagers getting their fix of popularity." The two boys began to walk towards the library.

Sebastian grinned. "What about your precious education then, brother dear?"

"You really need to stop saying that," Ciel shivered. "Just because those old ladies thought we were brothers doesn't mean that you actually have to call me 'brother dear'."

"But, brother dear, it's so amusing seeing you all disconcerted and annoyed."

Ciel scowled. "Sometimes, Sebastian, I really suspect that you were some sort of sadistic dictator in a past life of yours."

Sebastian smiled politely and benignly at Ciel. "What were you saying about your education, brother dear?"

Ciel sighed. Sebastian would get over this 'brother dear' nonsense soon enough. Right?

"Well, you learn things so fast that you practically know what the teacher's talking about before they teach it to us, and then you teach it to me, and so I don't benefit from coming to school at all. So coming to school for me is a waste of time."

"What if I refused to teach you anything?"

"You wouldn't. I know you too well." Ciel smirked over his shoulder at Sebastian, who always inexplicably walked slightly behind and to the side of Ciel.

"Ciel! Sebastian!" Three figures, two boys and a girl, ran up to the pair excitedly.

"Bard. Finny. Mey-Rin. How are you?"

"We're good!" They chorused. Mey-Rin glanced over at Sebastian, cracked glasses flashing, and blushed.

"H-h-hi, Sebastian. How was your holiday?"

Sebastian looked down at her. "It was good. Yours?"

Finny jumped into the conversation. "I learnt how to use a lawn-mower over the summer!" His eyes shined with enthusiasm. "And then I mowed the lawns for every house in my neighbourhood for $10 a mow, and I earned so much money!"

Bard snorted. "You actually thought about earning money?"

"Ehehehe... my mum told me to do it..." Finny looked away sheepishly.

"HA! I knew it!" Bard punched the air in celebration. Ciel and Sebastian sweat-dropped. Being right about Finny's ideas, or lack thereof, was something to be proud of?

"Anyway, Sebastian!" Bard turned to the black haired youth. "I learnt how to make pancakes over the holidays! I followed your instructions EX-ACT-LY and they worked!"

Sebastian smirked at the other boy. "Of course."

Ciel looked up at the two. "Could you please not stare at each other over my head? It makes me feel short."

Bard looked down at the much shorter boy. "Ciel, have you grown at all?"

"Ciel!" Finny glomped Ciel, cutting off his reply. "Don't worry, I haven't grown either!" He continued to hug the navy-haired boy with a death grip, ignoring his protests to 'get off him' until Sebastian reached down and separated them.

"Aww Sebastian! Why'd you do that for?" whined Finny. "There's nothing wrong with a hug!"

Ciel glared at Finny. "Don't touch me!" He began to stride quickly down the path, creating a small gap between him and the rest of the group. Behind him, he could hear Finny arguing with Sebastian, albeit one-sidedly, since Sebastian wasn't exactly responding to Finny's statements.

By this time, they had reached the oval, and so began to traverse across it, avoiding the stray bags and food wrappings of their fellow students.

Under the shade of a large maple tree, emerald green eyes tracked the progress of the group. As the girl got to her feet, the sprawling mass of chattering students around her stopped talking and looked at her. The guys in the group, who had either been flirting with the girls (the 'cool nerds') or fooling around with a soccer ball (the 'jocks) stopped what they were doing and slowly ambled on their way behind her.

The five girls who had sat with Elizabeth in the centre of the group excitedly nudged one another.

"She's going now!" Mariette whispered loudly to Cindy. The two giggled drunkenly. All five girls nodded knowingly at each other, except for one particular honey blond girl...

"Di!" Sarah elbowed the girl in question hard. "Stop staring at Josh!"

"Wuh... what?" Diana looked around confusedly. "What's happening?"

Georgia rolled her eyes and smiled resignedly. "If you'd just stop staring at Josh for two seconds," Diana tried to protest, but Georgia ignored her interruptions smoothly, "You'd realise that Liz's gone to give Ciel his doll letter."

Diana shrieked. "She has?" She jumped to her feet, pulling Georgia and Sarah, the girls next to her, to their feet abruptly. "What are we waiting for?"

Cindy smiled, her eyes crinkling up with humour. "Err... you? To stop staring at Josh?"

"Shut up!" Diana ran away from her laughing friends, and quickly caught up with Paula, who was walking slightly behind her mistress. Very soon, the other girls caught up, and with Paula in the middle, formed the 'honour guard' for Elizabeth.

With everyone in the most esteemed social group of the school walking across the playground, everyone else began to follow them (from a discreet distance), one of the rare occurrences that they could feel a part of that group. Most of these extra people's eyes were fixed on the pale girl gliding in front of the group. The girls looked at Elizabeth and wished they were as beautiful and as popular as she was, while the guys looked at Elizabeth and wished that she would just look and smile at them, even if it only lasted a heartbeat, or the unthinkable, actually become her doll.

As soon as word that a glamorous gathering of people were walking across the playground, (since almost everyone knew by now that the social elite walking in a group meant that a doll was about to be inducted), nearly the whole school turned out to watch the first doll inauguration of the year.

"They say Elizabeth is choosing her doll now!"

"Oh, I wish it's me." A love-struck boy from the sidelines stared at Elizabeth's elegant countenance.

"As if." His friend scoffed. "Elizabeth is another unattainable dream to us." They all sighed in unison.

A third boy rubbed his chin. "I wonder who she's going to choose?"

"I bet anyone who she chooses will be so excited that they're going to fly off their feet. I mean, it's Elizabeth. The beauty queen that shook the whole school to its roots when she first stepped out of her limo."

"Yeah. I mean, anyone who doesn't know her must be a hermit. Living on a mountain. Under a rock."

Everyone in their group nodded fervently.

Not that Ciel noticed the crowd and whispers. All he was aware of was the library, a sanctuary from the loud, annoying people who populated his generation. Its doors opened out onto a path that lead to the oval and was firmly closed to keep the cool, air-conditioned air inside the building. Ciel had just put his hand on the handle when a creamy-white hand suddenly reached out of no-where to cover his own. He jerked his hand away.

"Don't touch me so easily!"

He whirled around to face his assailant indignantly, expecting some rude teenager to be glaring right at him. Except it wasn't a rude teenager glaring at him. It was a doe-eyed, willowy girl with blond hair tied up in a messy bun, scraggly bits of hair falling out of it to just perfectly frame her face. Her uniform was immaculate: the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned, the ribbon tied artistically at her collar. The hem of her pleated skirt just reached past mid-thigh to reveal long, smooth legs, with black, lace-up ankle boots only emphasising the length of her legs. Her emerald eyes, contrasting dramatically with her pale skin, were at this particular moment staring at Ciel's own dark blue eyes, filled with concern and apology. Pink lips opened.

"I'm so sorry!" gushed Elizabeth. "I didn't mean to piss you off! I just wanted to talk to you."

Ciel frowned in puzzlement, glancing at the silent crowd staring in anticipation at him. Well, most of them looked excited anyway, especially a row of girls at front... He sighed. Why was it always these five girls that were annoying him? Couldn't it be someone else for a change? He continued to look around him, noting with interest that some of the other guys were staring at him as if they hated him to the depths of hell. Ciel shrugged mentally. It's not like I actually know them, so ignore them, Ciel, he thought to himself.

Seeing the boy calm visibly in front of him, Elizabeth smiled reassuringly before straightening and looking around. "Paula?"

Paula hurried over to her mistress from her place in the frontline with a tasselled velvet cushion, on which there was a large, creamy envelope. Paula bowed, presenting the cushion to Elizabeth. Manicured fingers delicately held the envelope as Paula retreated to a place just behind Elizabeth. The girl smiled winningly at Ciel.

"I have been observing you ever since the last dance, and I've found you, Ciel Phantomhive, to be a perfect candidate for this role." Elizabeth handed Ciel the envelope, who took it, turning it over in his hands. The minute his hands touched the envelope, the crowd exploded with screams and enthusiastic shouts of encouragement.

Elizabeth squealed inwardly. He was accepting it already without even needing her to say it! Outwardly however, Elizabeth swept her eyes over the crowd, which rendered everyone silent instantly before turning back to Ciel.

"Ciel Phantomhive," she proclaimed grandiosely, "I hereby announce you as my next doll for Operation: Transformation!" All the onlookers (with the exception of Ciel's friends and the people who had been hoping they'd be picked as Elizabeth's doll) cheered, applauding loudly as if Ciel had just won an award.

Ciel, still looking at the envelope in his hands, waited for the applause to die down.

"May I ask you a question?"

Elizabeth laughed. He was so quaint it was cute! She'd have so much fun transforming him! "Of course you can, Ciel! We're friends now."

Ciel nodded. "Well, in that case, I'll be frank." He looked up from the envelope straight into Elizabeth's anticipating eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side. Elizabeth decided there and then that that particular trait of his was going to be his trademark mannerism. She looked at Ciel excitedly, possibilities whirring at high speed through her head.

Ciel raised one eyebrow. "Who are you?"

And there you have it. The first chapter of Operation:Transformation. I've actually been writing this for, I don't know, the past three months? Because I've been on holiday, and holidays have this effect on you where you just don't want to do anything... But imminent start of university (my first year! So excited!) made me get off my lazy butt and actually finish the chapter. And post it. And yeah.

A shout out to my sister for the constant nagging and idea-bouncing and all those "develop that bit more you stupid poo-poo brain" moments :D LOVE YOU!

Spellings/names might be weird for some of you because I live in Australia, and so use Australian spellings/terms :D like tap. And pavement. I'm also basing the transport system and school system on the Sydney network and my high school respectively. Although the layout of the school is my imagination, and Sydney bus drivers are usually nicer than that ;)

So... review! Love to see what people think about my stuff! Anyone too OOC? I seem to not get Sebastian right no matter how I write him... so tips will be appreciated! Oh yeah. What do you think of the chappie length anyway? Too long? Too short? Because I'm planning to keep writing them this long unless overwhelming amounts of people are like DON'T!

Happy Valentine's Day! (I thought it was appropriate, in a warped way, to update this on Valentine's, because they're manipulating people into becoming their 'boyfriend' (in short) for a year, which is totally twisting the whole romantic version of love). Here's a rose }=== or something like that :P