EDIT ALERT, EDIT ALERT! IT HAS BEEN EDITED BECAUSE WE HAD A SUDDEN REALIZATION OF GREAT TRUTH!

That it wasn't very good and full of plot holes -_- I apologize if you have read the story but trust me it's for the best XD

Jinsei POV

I yawn and wake up, gazing out of the window at the bright light to wake me up. By sheer force of will I drag myself up and out of bed, pull up a stool and gaze out the window at the tree that I called my own. This had been my routine ever since I started here, around a year and a half ago, I tend to awake a little earlier than the rest for no other reason than to wander around and stretch. But today I must have gotten up a little later than I should have, and a sharp rap on the door startled me slightly. There is no doubt who it is.

But even if It was obviously, he should have at least waited for me to tell him to come in before simply entering!

It is Sebastian, a tall, fairly handsome 'devil-of-a-butler' that is also in the employment of the Phantomhive residence. Just another servant really. He smiles, devilishly, "A lady must always ask whom it is before allowing someone to come into the room at night"

He winked at me. What? Was he... flirting?!

"Well, the fact that it is light and the position of the sun tells me that it is about half past six in the morning... Also I have a clock that says half past six, so I would hardly call it night!"

My over-reasonable response to his earlier remarks left him stunned and slightly taken aback.

"Well then. I don't need to remind you that Young Master expects us ready for a half past seven, so I would say you have forty-four minutes exactly to get ready."

"I know that! I was just being lazy!" My tone should have been called impertinent, but apparently not.

I jumped up from my stool at the window in my haste and then realized that my short nightgown violated all that was 'proper' about a woman in this day and age.

"Mr. Sebastian! Don't you know that it is improper for a man to gaze upon a woman's legs?"

My God, I sound so posh.

"Now, now" he soothed "I'm sure this is only the convention in public, but nobody else is here."

"But, still..."

"So be it, I shall leave you to get dressed. I'll prepare the Young Masters breakfast."

He turned his back and closed the door with a quiet 'click'. Thank God! I have to take like 'a lady' when I'm around him or Ciel, or anyone else! A lady! Ha! He addresses me like that is what I am! Oh, sometimes I wish he and Ciel knew the truth about me. Then I could drop the facade, and maybe stretch my wings once in a while.

That's right, wings. You heard me; I'm a bat demon, the only bat demon left in existence, Jinsei Atashi.

It took all the other servants what seemed like a millennia to get themselves ready, and since we share a communal bathroom, I had to wait for ages just to get into there.

After I had finally gotten myself washed I glanced at the clock. I had fifteen minutes left, which should be long enough for what I need to do. So I opened the middle drawer in my bedside table and took out a sharp knife.

This was the painful part.

I slid the tip of the knife down my back, in two parallel lines directly below my shoulder-blades. I tried not to scream in pain as my black, silver-tipped wings wrestled themselves free through my back.

This was one of the last times I had to do this, but up until my nineteenth birthday (which wasn't to far off), this was common practice among those of my kind until they all vanished.

I stretched my wings out fully, applying special oil to them and letting it soak in for a good few minutes. I was just about to press my wings back in when-

"Jinsei, Jinsei! It's twenty-five past seven, time you were going upstairs! Wait... Jinsei? Where are you?"

I had hid under the bed just in time and pressed my wings back in, waiting until I heard the door click shut before I emerged, fully-dressed, and headed upstairs to get my orders for the day.

Shi POV

I woke up, early as usual. I became accustomed to the dark long ago, and I became used to the little clock on the black coffin door, telling me it was eight in the morning.

Sliding the coffin door open, I crept out of the black coffin and stepped into the beautifully cold, dark room, which smelt like death. Undertaker's parlor had been my home for three years now, and I still hadn't tired of the sight of coffins lined up, they just looked so awesome!

I wandered around for a bit before I woke Undertaker, and my first task was to collect the newspapers that were left every morning. Undertaker can sometimes find out whether or not he'll be expecting a 'customer' from what's in the paper, although most of the time the deaths are well-concealed or taken care of by the Young Earl.

I read the newspaper through and didn't spot anything unusual. The short while between I got up and Undertaker got up were boring as my keyboard was to loud to play and I hadn't many books or games.

But anyways, it's time to wake Undertaker now!

If I'm completely honest, I can't understand how he sleeps like that. The coffin is stood upright! How the actual hell does the guy do that? He says one day I'll be able to sleep like that just fine, but it's been a three years now and my coffin is still lying down on the floor. At least I can't complain, it's comfy and it has air holes. What more could I want?

He slid open the door, giggling to himself (or me, I could never really tell), and peeked out slightly.

"Why, hello there!"

"Undertaker, we've been through this. I've been here for years now, you don't have to make a dramatic entrance!"

He loves a laugh and I guess he likes making people laugh as well, but to be honest his jokes weren't really that funny and his dramatic entrances got boring after the first week.

"Bestow upon me the choicest laugh-"

I puffed my cheeks out in a comical manner and left Undertaker to laugh himself out for a few minutes. It was the only way to wake him up properly, making him laugh.

Later on in the day, several new corpses arrived. Same old, same old. Mafia death, Anglo-Indian related death, stabbed, shot, yaaawn. Oh, gunshot wounds were rare! But still, same old, the only fun about those is that Undertaker likes painting flowers around the wounds with blood.

But even if I grow tired of this job sometimes Undertaker loves it when the corpses arrive.

Sometimes, he loves it too much...

"UNDERTAKER! That's horrible! You old pervert!"

Is it normal for Undertakers to fondle the dead? I don't know if I prefer a yes or no answer to that question. I mean, it's bad enough when he paints flowers with blood, but actually fondling them is just...

"Shi, do you hate me?"

"No, I suppose no- UNDERTAKER STOP THAT!"

"My god, undertaker, you wouldn't do that to your dead mother! Wait... Never mind, I can't be certain of that."

I sighed. I didn't choose to work here, but I don't rebel because it's the best job I've ever had, being Undertaker's assistant. And I suppose the guy is pretty cool.

I suppose the main reason for my being here is for my brother's sake, because my brother told me to.

He sent me here to keep an eye on Undertaker.

My brother. The head of the Death Gods.