Payment, A Kuroshitsuji Fanfic.
Summary: What happened when Sebastian had to make Undertaker laugh? Here's my theory! Crack? Mehbeh. You read and decide!
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"Everyone, please wait outside. You should absolutely not see this."
The door closed behind the butler from Hell. He was now alone with the eccentric man that was obviously not human.
"How are you going to pay, hmm?" asked Undertaker.
Sebastian didn't respond, but closed the distance between the two with a few steps. He had to make this good, a stupid play on words or vulgar gossip wasn't going to make him budge, so he decided to go for a more...eccentric method.
"With this." Sebastian said, lifting his hands up infront of him at chest level.
Undertaker was confused. He didn't see anything. "With what?"
"Coochie, coochie, coo!" Sebastian chirped as he tickled him with his expert fingers.
The Undertaker let out a loud, shrill laughter that could probably be heard in Hell. Outside, the sign that announced the shop fell at the feet of Bocchan, Madame Red, Grell and Lao.
"Coochie, coochie, coo!" continued Sebastian, and Undertaker continued to laugh until he slumped against a nearby coffin, clearly spent. Thinking that the payment was enough, he went to the door to let everyone inside again.
"Please, come in. I do believe that he is ready to talk now." he told them with a smile as he opened the door. Lao, Madame and Grell looked shocked and Bocchan just looked a bit eager for tea.
Undertaker hiccuped. "I saw Heaven..." he muttered.
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