In the shadows of the street, a girl sat in hiding, searching for her next target. She sighed and hissed softly under her breath "fuck…no good targets toda-" she paused as an odd man came into her sights. "Jesus…that's a cool hat..."she giggled softly.
She began to creep out of hiding and in the next minute, had plunged her hand into the man's pocket and run off with whatever prize she had grabbed. She ran as fast as she could, using years of practice running and dodging people through the streets. A hand lunged out and grabbed her wrist and she shrieked. 'How did u do that!' she yelped.
The man pulled her into the shadows, before grinning at her. He wasn't all too pleased that this girl had actually stolen something from him, but he did find it funny that she had managed it, and had tried. "I believe u have something of mine…"he held out his other hand to her, still tightly gripping her arm "…and I would very much like it back~." He giggled softly.
The girl glared at him and he could feel her trying her best to yank her arm out of his grasp.
"Come on now, you're going to have a hard time getting out of this." He chuckled. As he watched her, he could see her hesitation, and she finally gave in, handing the stolen object back to him. "Where did a young lady like you acquire such scars?" he asked her.
She glared at him before answering. "jeho žádný z vašeho organizačních." She hissed.
He giggled. "Do pardon me, but I can't understand you." he said, poking her nose with a long taloned finger.
She wrinkled her nose, "i…I said i-its none of your business…"she stuttered softly "n-now let go of me…"she mumbled.
Undertaker noticed that her words were hesitant, as if she was not very well practiced in English. "Hmm…you seem very able, how would u like to work at my shop~?" he said cheerfully, which caught her off guard to his enjoyment. He simply hoped he wouldn't regret his offer.
She stared at him with shock. This utterly creepy man was offering for her to work at his shop? What the hell? And he didn't even seem pissed that she had just stolen from him. She eyed at him suspiciously, what if he was only doing this to get rid of her? Maybe he would actually give her to the yard. She frowned softly "F-Fine… I-I'll work for you…"she said softly.
The odd man giggled again. "You may call me Undertaker. And now, what is your name, my dear~?" he asked her.
She gaped at him again. Undertaker? He's a mortician? He works with dead bodies... Creepy, but better than she had thought. As the saying goes, dead men tell no tales. No one to tell stories. Obviously this man didn't hear anything about her. "Tma. mé jméno je tma. I-I mean, my name is Dark. B-but a lot of p-people call meh- (undertaker noted the awkward way she pronounced some words)- Trickster...s-so that works too..."she said softly.
"Weeeellll~ , nice to meet you, Dark." He giggled happily.
Dark watched him with disbelief. This man was damned odd. Suddenly, the grip on her wrist moved to her hand and she was dragged out of the shadows. "H-Hej! Co děláš? Kam mě vedete? a pustit z ruky ty kriple! Nezatahuj lidi na ulici bez nich vědět kde sakra utečou! Pusť mě! Jsi hrozný starý muž!" In her surprise, she had started yelling at him in the language that she spoke naturally.
Her protests fell on deaf ears as he dragged her along through the streets. After resisting his grip again, he slowed down, walking next to her as if on a leisurely walk.
Undertaker grinned. Her surprise and panic was rather funny, and the expression on her face was rather cute. But he decided to slow down for his new pet. He giggled as she fell into step a little behind him.
Then he felt the ribbon of his hat sway, more than it does as he walked. He paused and looked back at Dark, who had pulled her hand away quickly, blushing shyly. He giggled as he realized that she was batting at the tail of his hat. "Having fun? Such a kitten~" He giggled, causing her to blush even more.
"I-I'm not a cat!" she protested, a little too strongly.
He giggled even more. So the girl was hiding something, was she? He was determined to find out now. But for now, he didn't want her scared of him. He would find out later, what Darks secret was.
She blushed as he turned away again. Dear god, that was awkward. She just couldn't resist batting at that trailing thingy from his hat. It was so goddamned tempting, and he had noticed the moment she did it. That trailing thing was so tempting, but she resisted batting at it more. She was pissed that such a thing attracted her attention.
Being a neko, she had cat-like habits. It pissed her off even more that she couldn't just take the thing and run. Undertaker had offered for her to work for him, which appreciated. She liked his kindness, even if he was creepy, weird and eccentric. He didn't press questions, and he didn't hurt her, or yell for stealing from him. She liked that.
She gave a faint smile but kept her ears pressed to her head so no one would see. Her tail was safely tucked in her pants, to her discomfort. She barely realised it when he had stopped in front of his shop, so she bumped into his back.
"Neh? Oh..." she looked at the sign of the morgue. "Ahh...w-well...at least people know where you are..." she mumbled.
Undertaker giggled and nodded before leading her into the morgue.
Dark entered the morgue, looking around with shock. With such an odd man, she half-expected to find corpses piled everywhere. True, the place was messy, but not too bad. There were coffins everywhere though. She looked inside one, seeing a man with a stitched up face.
Undertaker saw her looking at the coffin. "Aaaah~ found him first, did you?" he walked over, standing next to her. "Hmmm, yes~ fairly unpleasant, slashed across the face with a shaaarp tool." he said, a little trace of a giggle in his voice. "But we can talk about that later. We need to find u a place to staaaay~" he giggled.
She looked at him and nodded. "O-Okay…" she mumbled, moving away from the coffin. She followed Undertaker as he led her to a room in the back.
"I believe this will suit you veeeery nicely." He commented, noticing her relief. He watched her as she walked into the room, sitting gingerly on the bed. His grin grew as she smiled softly.
Dark looked up at Undertaker and smiled. "Th-thank you sir…Undertaker…"she corrected herself. She smiled and blushed, looking down. When she looked back up, the odd man was no longer in the doorway, but right in front of her. She shrieked and jumped back, slamming against the wall.
"Quite sorry, my dear~ But I was wondering exactly why you were looking down? I rather enjoy watching you blush." The odd mortician commented with a light hearted chuckle as she gasped for breath.
She blinked at him "r-really? I-I…ummm…" she paused and looked down again, before quickly looking back up at him to avoid another surprise.
"My, my~ you are quuiiite jumpy~" he giggled happily. "Alright, my dear, I'll leave you here for now to get used to the arrangements. Please do come out when you are ready~" he said, hiding his mouth behind his sleeve as he giggled, leaving the room. As he walked out of the room, he smiled. Not his usual crazy grin, but a sincere happy smile. "Company, finally. I hope she plans to stay for a while." he murmured softly, walking to the front room.
Dark let her ears pop up once he left. Black cat-ears, blending well with her black hair, swivelled on her head as she listened for anything in the room. Finding silence, he smiled and lay on the bed. She let her tail out from its confinement and sighed in relief. She stretched and sighed with content at the sounds of her joints popping. Her tail twitched and she sat up, walking around the room and beginning to explore her quarters.
The darkness appealed to Dark greatly, as she could find many hiding spots within the shadows if it was required. Undertaker had chosen well. Dark frowned as she thought. There had to be a way to repay him. She sighed, pressing her ears to her head again and hiding her tail in her pants again as she left the room.
Undertaker stood at the side of a coffin, working on stitching a corpse as Dark walked in. He turned, hearing her soft footsteps. "Ah, hello my dear…I'm working on a special gueeest~" he said, motioning to the corpse. "Would you like to come see? This one isn't very interesting, as it is only a gunshot victim. But he won't relinquish the bullet that took him~" undertaker giggled as Dark walked up to the coffin. "I've keep trying to get the bullet oooout~ but i just simply can't get it..." he sighed with fake sadness.
Dark looked almost amused, noticing the cuts on the body, obviously made by undertaker in his "search" for the bullet. She grinned at him "Undertaker...w-where is the...bullet, you think?" she asked curiously, slight pauses in her voice. She looked where he pointed, and noticed his long black nails. She stifled a giggle and suddenly plunged a hand into the corpse, which to her pleasure shocked the undertaker. She searched inside the body, drawing out the bullet when she found the small metal. "Opravdu chcete váš expert?" she giggled softly. "starý blázen." she said teasingly, smiling up at the undertaker.
Undertaker watched her for a second then grinned again. "Well...you've certainly made my job muuuuch~ easier." he giggled. He held out his hand for the bullet, which she dropped into the palm of his hand. "Now i suggest you go wash your hand." he said, patting her head.
Dark looked happy at the friendly gesture, and nodded. He could hear her as she left the room, saying "Jé! Zábavný a šílený, podnikatel, hrobník, mrtví pracovník!" though he sorely wished he could understand her, he wondered if he really should know. "Interesting as she is, I think I should probably just focus on keeping her happy...she can work well when she is, apparently." For now, he would have to just learn how to keep her happy.
Dark had lived in the morgue for a few days now. She had watched Undertaker, learning his habits, what he ate, where he slept (she finally found out after so much searching), his likes and dislikes, everything as far as she knew. She never gave up much information about herself though.
Undertaker seemed to enjoy letting her find out these things, as if it were a game. Multiple times he had scared her by simply waking up and stepping out of his coffin. She made a point not to be in the front room around the time he woke up. But she enjoyed her stay.
Undertaker had been watching her as well, but she had been hiding her secrets very closely. He didn't pry though. He enjoyed her company well enough, quiet and hesitant as she was.
She learned quickly, as she already could stitch up a body on her own, and she seemed to enjoy the job almost as well as he did. It was an improvement for the shy girl, though she did not speak much and her English was as hesitant as ever. He always giggled when she stuttered, it was just so cute, and it would follow with her blushing and looking down. But she seemed to have gotten used to him getting close, which he was relieved about.
Dark sighed as she watched Undertaker work, his talented hands working quickly and easily over his 'guest'. She lay on top of a coffin and stared at the ceiling. A cobweb stretched across a little part of the ceiling, a fact which irritated her to no end. She would have to get it later, when Undertaker wasn't looking. She looked over at the mortician and realized he was finished. He looked back at Dark and walked over.
"My dear, I'm going out for a few little errands~ Do you mind staying here and fixing up a few of our guests?" Undertaker asked, looking down at the girl. He was pleased when she nodded, with a mumbled "Ano." He figured that meant yes; for she said it every times she nodded to a yes or no question.
He would have to ask later, maybe even learn a bit of the language from her. He giggled and patting her head, which she looked happy about. He smiled and began to walk towards the door, but just before he left he felt arms hug him from behind.
As he turned to look, he saw Dark running quickly toward her room and disappearing. He giggled and grinned. "My, my~ Maybe we're better friends than I thoouuught~." he chuckled to himself and left the morgue.
Dark sat in her room. She hugged him. She couldn't believe that she had done that, but she had felt a little panicked at the thought of him leaving the morgue for a bit, and felt the need to be a bit possessive. So she had hugged him. She did not wait to see his reaction; she was too nervous to hang about, and too embarrassed.
She sighed and let her ears pop up and let her tail free. She listened to hear if Undertaker had left. Finding he was gone, Dark emerged from her room and proceeded to figure out a way to get rid of that damned cobweb on the ceiling.
She had contemplated how to get rid of the web for a few minutes, before actually dragging coffins and piling them on top of each other. She huffed as she jumped on top of the pile, grinning victoriously as her tail twitched. With one swipe of her hand, she destroyed the cobweb and laughed. "Got you! Dostal jsem tě, ty malej bastarde!" she said victoriously. She jumped down and washed her hand, her ears flicking happily. Once she had washed her hands, she began to take down the coffins, dragging them and apologizing to the corpses inside as the coffins made a dull thud on the floor.
During that entertaining moment, Undertaker was finishing his errands. He made his way back to the morgue. He entered, and spotted Dark dragging coffins around the room. He paused, amused by the scene until he spotted two very interesting details of his new assistant. Cat ears, and a waving cat tail. He noticed her look of surprise and horror. That's when he began to laugh.
Dark was terrified. H-he saw! Her ears and tail! Oh shit! What now? She was beginning to panic until he started laughing. Then she was hurt.
Apparently it showed on her face, because Undertaker giggled and said "I'm sorry, my dear. I couldn't help but laugh. They're so adorable you see~" he fell into another fit of laughter and Dark stared at him in dumbfounded shock.
Adorable? She let go of the coffin and blushed. "A-adorable?" she mumbled shyly.
Undertaker giggled. He walked to her and nodded. "Veeery~" he finally stopped giggling and looked down at her, "If you don't mind, may I~?" he asked. She looked surprised, but nodded. He reached out his hand and touched one ear. So soft… he began to rub the tip of the ear, and she blushed, giving a slight purr.
He grinned and sat down, pulling her into his lap. He rubbed her ear some more and she purred louder. He grinned and stopped, and she made a small complaining noise before blushing badly and jumping up off his lap.
Dark was blushing crimson at her own actions. She had to admit, she did like the attention, but when he stopped, she had almost begun to beg for him to continue. That was just too embarrassing.
After she had calmed down, she sat slowly sat next to him on the coffin. Undertaker smiled at her and rests a hand on her head. "Now do you mind helping me with a few of the guests?" Dark nodded and stood with him.
Undertaker chuckled. "Such soft ears~" he giggled. That made her blush again, which put him into another fit of giggles. She looked shy and embarrassed, which only added to the cuteness. This could make her stay veeery interesting.