Chapter 1 Book 2
Maka put in a black dress, she was getting ready for the funral. The lace that layerd over the cloth was resting neat, her black hat layed over a vale and she pulled her black gloves on. She seemed saddned, she didn't want to go to Madam Red's funral. Undertaker had led the men out of their shop with Madame red's body and coffin in tow several hours before as the preparations finished at the church. He then came out in his average clothes. This was a normal day for him, "Shall we, Maka dearest?" She turned to Undertaker and frowned "I'm not sure of this... I don't know her all to well or the family. Are you sure the Earl Phantomhive wont mind if you bring me?"
"I don't much care if he minds. And half of London knew her, yet only her buisness partners are coming. She needs a friend there, eh?" Maka nodded "Alright" She said placing a hand over her stomach, she felt a little morning sickness, but it was mainly from being so nervous "Alright, my dear, I'm ready." He smiled, as he took her arm and lead her to the church. Madame red was in an open casket. She wore a white dress, and was just a beautiful as when she lived. Maka looked at the body, saddened. She lost her only friend that she had in this city, Maka sat and waited in the back. She knew Undertaker had to stay outskde and prepair to burry the body.
A young boy, also wearing an eyepatch, entered the church halfway through the ceremony, carrying a puffy red dress that Madame would have loved. He walked down the aisle, ignoring the comments of people saying how scandalous a red dress on a corpse would be. Maka watched him. She said nothing of the dress being red, she as well knew how much Madam Red loved that color. How perfect it would be if she was buried in that dress. With a slight smile, Maka leaned back and watch the boy, the boy approached her coffin, and lay the dress over her, as Lizzy entered the church in a vibrant green and black dress, tears in her eyes, and Undertaker standing beside a VERY handsome man in a black suit.
Maka watched saddned even more so then bofore as little Lizzy said her good byes. After that, the coffin was carried to the Carrier. Maka sat up front in the drivers seat as the boy and his butler were in the back to be brought to her grave stone
The coffin was slowly lowered into the hole, as Lizzy cried on Ciel's shoulder, having been quite close with his aunt. Undertaker had been sure to keep her activities to himself, and the Ripper case, officially, went unsolved. Maka watched from a distince behind Undertaker "This wasn't the doing of Jack the Ripper. But since she died they thankfully stopped" said Ciel as Someone escorted Lizzy away so Ciel could say his last goodbyes "She can rest soundly, I have no doubt in that." Undertaker stayed solemn, but was obviously giddy. Funerals always make him like that. "What will you do now?" asked Maka "I will continue to work for the queen and protect her upon her request." she held up his ring that was on his thumb "This ring shows that it is my duty"
"Personally, I could do without the old wretch. Lazily passing her problems to the young Earl..." Ciel looked to him "It is my job to protect the queen and all of London. I hold the ring now! The Phantomhives have been doing it for generations" He replied to Undertaker, who just snickerd "Oh I know. I worked with your father~! But I only have issue with THIS queen."
"Why?" asaked Maka leaning against a stone. She slowly pushed her self off and went to him "I thought it was all the queens you hated and that's why we have nothing, cause you refues anything related to her" The Undertaker just nodded in agreement to his wife's statment "I do refuse anything related to her. But I had no issue with the other queens."
"There is nothing wrong with this queen!" said Ciel. Looking at him with an annoyed expression "As you say, young Earl..." Undertaker's tone made him sound like he was calling the young Earl a fool. Maka looked to Undertaker once more "Um.. It's getting late" she said trying to adovied any fights to be broken out. He gave a curt nod, taking Maka's hand, "Of course. You need rest." Maka waved good bye to Ciel and Sebastian as they walked back to the Parlor. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you hated the queen that much" she told him, feeling guilty abou t it.
"Ah, it's nothing. The woman simply... Irks me."he giggled as he unlocked the door to the shop, pulling the door open for Maka. Maka smiled "Good, I hate to see you when you're mad." Maka walked in the door and gasped. The shop had been ruined. Cookies were everywhere. The coffins were thrown all sorts of ways. Pictures, his tools, his make up supplies, everything was everywhere. "Who..." He stepped in confused at her reaction, stopping as he saw everything he'd made and collected were smashed. His expression was utterly shocked for over a minute, and he didn't move.
Maka turned her head to Undertaker "Now um... I'm sure we can fix all this." She walked over to a coffin as quick as she could, trying to lift it. Even though that wasn't the best thing for her todo since she was pregnant she had to try. He placed a hand on her shoulder, keeping her back from the splintered mess of coffins, still utterly quiet. Maka frowned and then turned to him "Are you okay?" She asked and looked away "Oh, look, there is a note on the coffen you sleep in."
"I will not leave my home for the sake of a few cowards. And my protection of you goes to the baby. You will be safe." She sighed "Fine." she slowly attempted getting off of the coffin she was sitting on "But, I still think I will call Ciel" He helped her off of the coffin and shrugged, "I will not personally take his help, but it is for you..." She stood on hee toes to lightly kiss her husband "I'm going to make the call now" She walked out of the room and towrds the phone. He was unresponsive to her, as he cleaned up some of the mess. Maka was worried since he didn't kiss her back that this may have effected him... to much.