Izumi's POV

The bell rang loudly. Signaling that school day had finally ended. Boy was I relived. But I have to admit. The girl's face was hilarious when she noticed that 'Adam' was watching her when she glared at me.

Her panicking face as she tried to get out the situation. He seemed pretty mad and concerned. Oh boy. I had a good mental laugh about that.

I called my mom to tell her I was going to go to study at a friend's house. She was pretty gullible, no offense to her, but it came pretty handy at times when you just wanted her to believe you.

Really this time. Honestly he had to be in Japan and since it was a big place in reality. I had no idea where to look. So I just wandered around. If it wasn't obvious to see, I was hoping to just bump into him.

Yeah I know it sounds crazy but it couldn't hurt to try. This is how much I love my dad. I wish I actually knew who was for once. All those times my mom talked about my dad and described she never mentioned his name, not even once!

I drove past passed shops and to the place where many people wore expensive things, looking snobby, yeah and not to mention they looked old becayse they were caked in worthless makeup. Limousines were parked everywhere.

Then bright light blinded me, I stopped the car immediately. I looked, and I had noticed that I was standing before the grandest, most expensive, hotel in all of Japan. The hotel that not everyone can be able to go to because of the unaffordable price. It was probably even the best in the world..

One room would cost more than £5,000 for just one night and or one day. Amazed at the hotel you walked in. Your mother did say your father was always protective and she met him at a black market auction while she was  working in the middle of her shift because she broke a vase.

The hotel would be the first place to check things out. Slowly I waltzed into the building like a 19th century Englishwoman. Of course I earned a couple of stares but I didn't really care. At least I wasn't caked in make up like they were.

I walked through the lobby and ended up inside the elevator with a man with short brown hair that reached his shoulders. He wore a red fedora, a red suit jacket, a black inside shirt, a white tie, gray pants and black dress shoes.

This dude must be going to some kind of formal party to be dressed like that... then again I am in Tres Spades. This formal wear could be simple wear for rich people such as himself.

His nickname and once shall be forever is Red. He should rp as Grell one day. I thought to myself the guy walked to a bartender that looked like the Mad Hatter. Probably more insane even.

Curious I listened in on their conversation. "Rabbit." Red said. "What would you like." Mad Hatter said. 'Rabbit?!! Is that his nickname around her or something?'

"Spade." Red said. The Mad Hatter opened a door for him and then tightly locked the door. Curiosity got the best of me as I walked up to the bartender. "Rabbit." I said plainly. He looked me over before mumbling, "You seem a lot younger than I expected."

'Mad Hatter, bro. I am younger than you excepted. Do I look like I'm old to you?!!'

"What would you like?" The Mad Hatter asked me. "Spade." I said plainly. He nodded but it seemed like slow motion to me. I walked in to see a room filled with many, many mirrors. I looked around all of them didn't have many fingerprints except one.

Figuring everyone pressed that one or knocked whatever they did I pushed it opening a path for me to follow. 'WTF?!! WHAT IS IN THIS PLACE? THIS IS FULL IF MANY MYSTERIES. AND... IT'S LATE!! MY MOM IS SO WORRIED. I'LL RETURN HOME AS SOON AS I CAN. Just as soon as I dig a few bones on this case...' I thought frantically to myself.

When I found myself in room, in which many people were wearing colored masquerade masks as they socialized with people amongst the crowd drinking a few of their champagne here and there. I saw a stage in the room and being myself as the curious cat I entered backstage and found out it was so dark you couldn't see anything. Like pitch dark.

I bumped into something tall and hard. After reading many fan fictions on Wattpad about Black Butler I had an idea of Sebastian coming to the 21st Century and I happened to have bumped into him.

But I hesitantly brushed away my thought knowing it was impossible but only a dream; an imagination. Something that will never exist. But I did hear a loud sound that sounded like a vase being broken.

At the moment I was too frantic to think straight.

OH MY GOD! DID I BREAK SOMETHING?!!WHAT DID I BREAK?!? WAS IT VALUABLE? AM I GOING TO BE KILLED!?!?!

"She broke the Mars Vase." Someone muttered angrily nearby.
"What do we do?!!" Another voice asked in the distance, frantic, worried.
"She takes it's place of course." The guy earlier spoke.

They sounded like men. At least in their early 40s or so. From where the voice come from it might've been from a person that was at least 5'4 at least. But I wasn't sure. All I was sure about at the moment was that I had to get out of here.

As my run for your life instincts came in, I turned on my heel to start running but they held my wrists and pressed a drugged cloth to my nose and mouth. I tried to hold my breath but I didn't last long.

I accidentally breathed the painful air in and fell into a void darkness. Hearing nothing at all I entered the state of unconsciousness.3

. . . .

I woke up to a bright light on me. It turned out to be a... spotlight? 'WHAT IN THE WORLD?!! WHY IS A SPOTLIGHT SHINING ON ME, RIGHT ON ME?!!!'

My body seemed calm but my brain was literally screaming at me to get away but I couldn't. I was trapped.

Trapped in a large, human sized, golden bird cage. My hands were handcuffed together and the car was sealed with a small golden lock.

I looked towards my left and saw the Mad Hatter standing at the podium. His mouth near the microphone.

"What?" I whispered quietly to myself. "What did I get myself into?" I whispered again.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when the voice of the Mad Hatter ringed in my ears. "Sold to seat number 100!!!" The Mad Hatter yelled proudly.

'SOLD!?! WHAT THE HELL DOES HE ME- HOLY JESUS! THIS WAS A BLACK MARKET AUCTION!! Yayy! I am one step closer to finding my dad! Wait I mean NOOO!!! MOM IS GOING TO BLOW HER TOP!!' I thought.

I snapped my head up and luckily the blinding light of the spotlight  started to cease down to almost a nothing. The stage curtains closed and the footsteps of people heading outside to exit the room. Two men wearing masks took my birdcage upstairs I was starting to get fidgety.

Then a thought came to mind.

'Didn't my mom say she was sold at an auction. I thought it was a lie but now when she said it turned out to be great  I don't suppose I would know what she ever meant by that.' I thought to myself.

They took me inside an elevator then opened a door. I looked around and frowned. "We bought you." Mr. Inchonimiya said.

"Yay. I never knew that." I said dramatically AND sarcastically. They set down my birdcage and I got a better view of the couch itself.

A lovely shade of blood red. I escaped my cage and stood up brushing off my stupid, skimpy school uniform. The men took off their masks and I just stared at the guy wearing red after a couple of seconds I said, "Hello, nice to meet you... Red!"

He looked taken aback. "Hello Mr. Inchinomiya. Hello black haired dude that doesn't care about my presence. Hello guy smoking on the balcony trying to ignore me. Hi Ota Kisaki, my idol." I said trying to sound happy, which I wasn't except when I said Ota's name.

Their mouths widened in shick exceot the guy smoking trying to ignore me. Which I would never take as an answer being Sebastian...

"Sir, it is rather rude when you don't answer to when someone greets you." I exclaimed, trying my best to look hurt with my head cocked to the side pouting in his direction. He stared at me before saying the least expected answer.

"Hiya kid." He said and turned around and continued doing... whatever he was doing.

"I'm your idol?!" Ota said. Shock written all over his face. I nodded. "Dude?" Black hair said shocked repeting it like a question. Which it probably was.

"RED?!!" Red nearly screamed. No one ever called him that. Smiling, I waved at him with that oh-so-sweet-and-innocent smile at him. "I am glad to be your idol." Ota said and tried to tackle you but scooted away.

"Since you're the artist and all... why is the couch not matching the interior?" I asked curiously. They all stared at me, then at the couch, the room and then back again. The process repeated itself.

"You're right. Red doesn't match it." He murmured. "Well you were my inspiration on studying arts and doing my own." I started but Ota made anither shocked gasp.

"I DID?!!" He asked loudly. 'The whole world heard you Kisaki... why do we have the same last name?'

Then he had started dragging me to God knows where. He opened a door and I entered slowly, ever so cautious.