Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUI OR ITS CHARACTERS AT ALL (sadly T ^ T)
Main Pairing: Undertaker x OC
WARNING: YAOI/SHOUNEN AI (boy x boy love BL)
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Chapter One: She does not exist. . .
It's been a few weeks since the Undertaker last fled from his encounter with Ciel and his demon butler, Sebastian at the elite school for boys. It was fun to play principal with them but now it was time to go on and find a new place to sabotage . . . temporarily that is. He had to admit to himself, not that he'd ever really say it aloud, it was fun to play with the Phantomhive boy and the demon butler. He had heard of their next destination before he left, they were headed to Germany. So that's one country to take off his list. But now he found himself in westernizing Japan where the streets were filled with merchants—mainly fruits and vegetables, no doubt freshly cropped, were being sold. Merchant stands, a few tea shops, restaurants, pottery shops, jewelry stands and a couple of random self-promoting scammers trying to sell who knows what. The Undertaker's shop, obviously, filled with weird relics and antiques not to forget to mention the mountain stack of coffins lying about, was by far the oddest shop in the neighborhood.
He rarely, if ever, had any customers. Scratch that, he never had customers, just a couple of trouble making kids, no doubt dared to wander his shop, and time to time, a few new friends paying a visit. 'Jingle', a bell rang softly, but loud enough to alert the Undertaker of potential customers. He had been sitting, staring to the clear sky before his attention turned towards the door with a wide grin, "Welcome~!" he welcomed eagerly and paused, the grin never leaving his face. "Speak of the devils, friends" the Undertaker's voice slowing on the last word. "What can I do for you and what can you do for me?" he voiced humorously with a hint of sarcasm. His "friends" gave him a smug look as one in particular stepped up from the group wearing a loose dark blue robe and sandals. His hair was dark brown and his eyes were also brown, he was well tanned with several scars spread throughout his arms and minimally exposed chest and he was roughly around 38 years old.
"Same greeting as always newcomer" he smiled and sat across the Undertaker, waving off to his gang of men to leave the two alone. "Pickled eyes?" the Undertaker offered, holding a jar with a green slimy looking liquid with what was supposedly pickled eyes inside. The other huffed to his amusement, "I'm not looking to get charged newcomer". Undertaker never fazed his grin and instead shrugged his shoulders, "too bad" and he set aside the jar. "Sooo," Undertaker stretched his voice playfully, "what bring you here now Fujin?" he asked only to be answered with a piece of paper blocking his view. "Ohhh, what's this?" Undertaker took the paper intrigued. "It's a wanted poster for some woman," Fujin sighed, "The new landlord's going to pay real money for whoever finds this wench". Undertaker read the description written in Japanese letters, "Beautiful, short, Light blond hair, and blue with green eyes, last seen running off south" Undertaker read, "oh? Blue and green eyes?" he said intrigued by the description.
"And what can you possibly have that I'd want?" Undertaker grinned widely, now knowing fully well why his friend paid a visit. "Always quick to make deals aren't we?" Fujin remarked sarcastically, his arms crossed with a small grin before pulling out a blueprint from his sleeve, "though I knew you'd ask, so I went ahead and got this". Undertaker smirked and rolled open the blueprint, "ohoho~", he snickered to himself, "however did you get your hands on this Fujin?" Fujin huffed, almost insulted but ignored the comment, "so have we got a deal Undertaker?" Undertaker's grin widened more, if that was even possible, "so, what do you want me to do?" Fujin blinked and laughed to himself, his voice hoarse and rough, "Just capture the wench".
Undertaker rose his brow, quite surprised to be given such an easy task. "I fail to see how someone obviously this noticeable is left up to me to find" Undertaker accepted the task but mocked it with sarcasm. Fujin grunted, quite insulted but quickly grinned again, "don't let her fool you, finding her is easy, and if catching her was easy, you wouldn't see me here, handing over that valuable blueprint" Fujin warned. He knew Undertaker was capable of such a task yet unaware of just how capable Undertaker really was and if only he knew, such a warning would not be necessary. Undertaker sighed, he wasn't very fond of this type of work, he much preferred the business he did back in England, but business was different in Japan, so he'd have to suck it up. "Always a pleasure doing business with you Fujin" it was obviously sarcastic but Fujin could care less, with the bounty soon to be collected, the price of the wanted girl was worth it.
"Don't make me regret handing over that to you" Fujin stood, stretching his arm as the other hand scratched lazily at his stomach. "When have you ever had to worry about something like that? ~" Undertaker mocked playfully as Fujin made his way to the door. "When you capture her, you know where we are" and with that last comment, Fujin exited the door, with another 'Jingle' ringing softly. Such a painfully easy and boring deal. . . Undertaker thought to himself but quickly smiled widely, re-unscrolling the blueprint. "Piece number 1 of 12" he snickered rolling it back up and stuffing it into his sleeve before sitting up and stretching, "Time to close shop for a bit," Undertaker yawned, "too bad, business was going good too" he said sarcastically with a wide grin.
Walking south through the dark and eerily quiet forest, Undertaker could not be more appreciative of the gloomy environment. "Picking such a dark place to hide out, aware of its reputation" Undertaker mumbled under his breath with a grin forming on his face, clever girl. . .
Meanwhile, camping out deep within the eerie forest, stretching out from under a pile of autumn colored leaves, awoke no one other than the target. The description was almost right, Hair as light as beige yet still noticeably blond, skin white yet not paled, and eyes with the lighter shades of peacock blue and green mixed in the pupil, but, one small peculiar detail was wrong. Not that it was ever suggested in the wanted poster's descriptions, it was more or less assumed by the captors and bounty collectors. . . . Female? Recalling that was never inscribed, it seemed to be easier to think of the target as female. Well, of course, why not? It made every bit of sense that someone as beautifully described would be female.
Maybe that was how "she" was not found, because "she" did not exist.
(I know this was a very short chapter [bad way to start if I'm trying to get attention to my story—bad me] so sorry but I will be posting the next one soon, hopefully this caught your attention! . )