Yay! I have started this new and really random one-shot that got stuck in my head yesterday.

I hope you like it! Poor Undertaker… (Cackles)

I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OC AND THIS PLOT

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"What about-" "No." "But I was just going to-" "Nope." "Will you ever let me fin-" "No." "… OH FOR PETES SAKE JUST LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCE OK!"

Undertaker jumped slightly at the loud change of voice before sighing and turning to the young girl in front of him, who was currently trying, (and failing) to keep her temper in check.

Natalia Jasper Rodriguez breathed out and glared at the man in front of her. Her normally happy and cheerful brown eyes glared at the oddly dressed man. Natalia's short blonde hair, had a few idiot hairs on top of it, and her tan cheeks were flushed with pink. She was about 16 years old, held herself proudly, and wasn't afraid to say what she thinks of others. This didn't seem to end well with Undertaker.

"Look Mr. I-Only-Care-About-Dead-People-AKA-My-Guests, I was just sent here because Ciel Phantomhive, the little evil one, and his Butler, Mr. Sebastian Michealis, another evil one, just taller, sent me here! They said that it was too dangerous for me to help with this mystery! Hah! Ciel's the danger-magnet, not me!" Natalia said this, letting all her anger into the rant.

Undertaker raised an eyebrow, (Not like anyone could see it though.) and turned back around to making a new coffin. "Hey don't you ignore me!" said Natalia, who was getting annoyed with Undertaker's lack of words. 'By now Undertaker would have said anything. Huh, wonder what's wrong.' Thought Natalia.

A few minutes passed and Natalia finally calmed down to the happy cheerful girl everyone knew. She came over and stood by Undertaker, watching him pierce together a coffin. "Hey Undertaker?" She got a 'Hn." in response. "Why are you called Undertaker?"

Undertaker froze for a second before he relaxed and cackled softly. "It's easier to remember me by." Natalia pouted at the answer but pressed on. "So? Wouldn't it be better for everyone to call you your name? I mean seriously, how many Undertaker's are there, and how many go by Undertaker?" She didn't let him answer before continuing. "A lot, that's how many. And how old are you anyway? I remember Ciel telling me that you've been with his family since his father and before, yet you don't look a day over 20." The blonde haired girl was now thinking out loud.

Undertaker became tenser with each passing word. 'Gee, either this is one smart girl, or I'm getting more careless with my age.' He picked the first one.

"And why do you even where those clothes? I mean, you could have joined the circus and fit in perfectly, no offense." Undertaker continued to make the coffin, now adding some blood red silk inside. "And why don't you let anyone see your eyes? I don't like how I can never tell what you're feeling, or making fun of me."

Undertaker was getting seriously annoyed by this 16 year old girl. 'Earl Phantomhive thought this was a safe place? I might have to kill her to have some peace and quiet.'

"And don't even get me started on-"

"OK! Just shut up already will you!" Yelled Undertaker. Natalia blinked before she smirked and said, "Well I win the bet." Undertaker froze before he sighed and handed over the money.

You see dear readers, Undertaker and Natalia had a bet to see who could make each other annoyed with the other first. Undertaker cracked, and Natalia won.

There would be peace, for now…

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It's different than what I had planned, but I still like it. Short, simple, and it annoys Undertaker. Cheers!