Hello everyone, I've missed you lot. Anyway, I'm back after about half a year and armed with some new stories. This one I did in about May to get my mind off exams. Hope you all enjoy. Oh and please read and review ^_^.

It was a typical wet and rainy morning in London as Ciel Phantomhive made his way down slippery streets. His butler Sebastian held the umbrella to shield his young master from the fat raindrops falling from the grey sky.

"Young master, pardon me for saying this but do you actually believe that Undertaker will help us after the last time we asked". Ciel shivered at the butler remark.

"Don't remind me".

Ciel walked into a mud-filled street and stopped outside Undertakers shop. The outside was even more cracked than the last time. They were probably from laughing too hard. The sign was hanging on by one nail and was tilting drastically to the left. A family of spiders had taken residence in a broken window panel.

Ciel walked into the dark shop "Undertaker are you there" he said with a firm voice but it didn't mean he wasn't scared shitless when the familiar sound of Undertaker creepy laugh crept from a nearby coffin.

"Heeheehee, good day Earl Phantomhive. 'ave you come to try out one of my specially made coffins". The lid slid off one of the coffins lay against the back wall of the shop.

"Or is it information you seek".

"Good day, Mr. Undertaker. As I've said before the young master doesn't want to be fitted right at this moment in time. May you come out so we can speak on the matter at hand"? Undertaker started to giggle which made Ciel even more pissed off.

"Well Mr. Butler I would but I'm a little tied up at the moment. Grell stopped by last night and chained me into this coffin".

He grinned madly at Ciel who was right in front of him.

"I'll give you any information you want if . . . . you make me a spot of tea and no helping from the butler".

Ciel groaned 'fine' then looked around the dust shop "Where do you keep the teapot". Undertaker looked to his left "Well the last time I used it I believe it was in one of those coffins against the wall".

The boy walked over to the wall and faced three coffins. He sighed trying to think why he would store a teapot in a coffin.

The first one he opened had an old broom, a bucket with some old rags in it and a skeleton holding up jars of jam. You could call it a jam graveyard. Ciel quickly slid the lid back into place.

Next one contained many different clothing garments, some shed snakeskin and what's left of some poor mice. Ciel sighed "I guess Snake was here not too long ago . . . I hope".

The last one was a bit more shocking. "What in devils name is this" Ciel said as Sebastian came over.

"I believe young master it's called a toilet" smiled Sebastian. This made Ciel angry and snapped back "Yes I know it's called a toilet but what is it doing here".

Undertaker gave out a bone-shaking laugh "Well you see earl, I had grown sick of having to go upstairs every time I needed to do my business in the loo. So I put one in a spare coffin. I didn't want it to look odd towards my customers did I? I call it a porta-coffin".

Ciel gave up and grumbled some curse words then stomped like a little kid out of the shop with Sebastian sharp on his tail.