Post by kuro2 on Apr 4, 2012 0:37:50 GMT -5
(+10 internets if you get the reference in the title 
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)The House of Trancy had been abandoned for quite some time now. No one knows quite what happened to the young Earl Trancy and his servants; only that, one day, they just vanished. The home had been overrun with weeds and plants. Until, miraculously, one day it just wasn’t. Local residents had gone to bed, same as usual, and the next: the old estate had been magically transformed back into an extravagant manor. Rumors had begun flitting about. Some believed a ghost or malevolent spirit had begun haunting the manor, others said the heir to the Trancy name had returned.
Within the stately mansion, there sat a young boy on one of the more elegant beds. He had pale blonde hair and pale blue eyes. His foot bounced up and down in time with his impatient thoughts. He was half-dressed, left momentarily abandoned, as breakfast was prepared. Upon his face was an expression of complete boredom. And then his face transformed into that of incredible happiness as a figure reentered the room. He was tall, clad in black. Golden eyes peered out under a head of ebony hair. Resting on the bridge of his nose was a pair of rimless glasses. Immediately, he set back to work. Pulling on the little boy’s green vest and purple coat, and finally his brown boots with their purple laces, neither had yet to speak a word to each other. Until…
“Are you so upset with me that you refuse to speak?” Alois Trancy peered down at his butler with a sour expression.
“No.” Claude Faustus gave his master a level stare as he put the finishing touches on his master’s appearance.
Alois’ mouth pulled down into a frown as he rose from the bed. “You deserved it; you both did.” His harsh frown lessened somewhat as the Trancy butler bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Then why have you not said a word to me since our return?”
“Day into night, sugar into spice, anger into passion, navy into golden. That is the Trancy butler way. I wait in the shadows, awaiting my master’s order.” That answer elicited a small smile from the young Earl. Claude had a way about him that was simply professional… and magnificent.
“Take me to him, Claude! I want to see him; I want to see how he’s living the life I gave him.”
Claude Faustus, the Spider Butler of the Trancy estate, dropped to his knee with his hand over his heart and bowed his head once more. “Yes, Your Highness.” It would appear his breakfast would go uneaten... Claude stood up before bending down and scooping Alois into his arms. He held his master tightly, making sure he would be comfortable, as he dashed out of the manor faster than the eye could follow and took him to the last place one would expect: Phantomhive Manor.
Stopping just short of the front entrance, the Trancy butler set his master down and the pair walked up to the home of their rivals. Claude grasped the knocker tightly and summoned the house's residents as Alois waited patiently with a glinting smile.