Hey everyone~ I proudly present yet another Undertaker/ Theo x OC ff~
It is my sincerest hope that you all enjoy reading it as much I enjoy writing it~
Well r & r, and don't forget to review~ they really do make my day, honestly I am that sad... anywho, on with the story~
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Isabel Weller regularly finds herself bored of the same old routine, watching the humans' life replay was becoming steadily more tedious as time passed, it seeming to always be the same kind of story just different name and places, faces and times. Man being an reaper isn't all its cracked up to be especially in this line of work, when all you have to do between jobs is read magic plays and watch the daily life of humans.
There is an upside to being able to watch humans, as Isabel had found out, is that sometimes you come across someone or a group worth watching. This time being a particular group of individuals, which she had became rather fond of seeing them go about their day to day lives. The group consisted of a little boy, his demonic maid and butler, three human servants, the boy's aunt and her butler, who Isabel recognised as a fellow shinigami, by the name of Grell Sutcliffe.
There was something about them that seemed to make her existence tolerable, the three human servants made her laugh with their moronic yet well meaning efforts at the jobs the butler gave them. She thoroughly enjoyed watching the demonic maid's pranks on the aunt's butler, how every time she greets the butler she pulls him into a headlock and gives him a noogie which makes him scream "not the hair!" at the top of his lungs.
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One day while watching them, she saw a new character the group went to see, an undertaker, he was a peculiar man, with an odd appearance, the mystery that seem to shroud him made her curious, there was a familiarity about him… but she couldn't point her finger on how she knew him.
As she sat watching the group talking to the strange man, well the little boy and his butler was but the maid was preoccupied with throwing stuff at Grell using her telekinesis to pay all that much attention what was going on around them, and when he told her to stop it, to which the maid would stare blankly at him and say 'stop what?' innocently.
A knock on her apartment door interrupted her viewing schedule, as the usual guy delivering the marching orders of the superiors to the little people, turned up handing out her most urgent assignment.
Upon reading it, she couldn't help but stare disbelievingly at the paper, she couldn't comprehend it, she would be able to meet the very people who she loved watching as she had to collect Grell as he had, yet again, broken the most basic of rules.
Isabel hastily got ready to leave, grabbing her scythe, creating herself a portal and stepping out into the human world and heading to their location. Moving quickly as to catch them at their current whereabouts before she lost them as they moved by coach to their next destination.
"Oi Grell" she calls to him, as she closed in just behind the group, landing a kick to his face as he turned to face the location from which his name was called.
"You're a moron" she added coldly, pinning him to the floor by placing her foot squarely on his chest
Opening his mouth to offer a outraged retort, his eyes locked on his attack, causing him to rethink that urge, swallowing the response and closes his month again.
Feeling the groups collective glaze on her, Isabel turns to face them, "Good evening, my names Isabel Weller, and I've come to collect this" she bids politely pointing to Grell, balanced her scythe on his head, causing his face to turn several shades paler then his current ghost like colouring. Her introduction of the aunt and child, while the kid's maid and butler was far more responsive, with the maid looked deeply amused and the butler just contributed a look of mild indifference.
"Hehe, nice to meet ya, I'm Ebony Winters" the demonic maid greeted, breaking the silence, "any abuser of Grell is a friend of mine" Ebony added with a small laugh.
This caused a wave of introductions among the group, Isabel couldn't help but smile she final got to know the names of the group she had grown fond of watching.
With all the introductions and what not going on, she almost forgets that she was currently using Grell as a foot rest, well that was until she hears him start to grumble under his breathe.
"Well you shouldn't keep breaking the rules, so I don't have to keep dragging your sorry ass back to be judged, you damn flamboyant piranha!" Isabel stated coldly before she lifts up her foot just to bring it back down with force on Grell moments later.
Isabel grabs Grell hair and begins dragging him along kicking and screaming "well if you'll all excuse me, I best be taking this back to headquarters, bye for now" lifting up her scythe and creating a rip in the space in front of her and disappearing through it.
Arriving in a deserted corridor of the headquarters;
"What have I told you about you paperwork" Isabel exclaims throwing Grell into the nearest wall "when you don't do it properly I have to come and fetch your sorry ass back"
"You are lucky that I currently can't be arsed with you, meaning I'll let you off lightly this time but mark my words if you dare slack off again and I have to come and fetch you, next time I will not hesitate in making you a permanent ceiling fixture" grabbing his foot and throwing him into the opposite wall "m'kay pumpkin"
A gasp of an okay was just about audible through the dust and debris, hearing this she exited the room leaving Grell to retrieve himself from the wall.
He grumbled insults under his breathe as he dusts himself off and sulkily returning to his office to redo his paperwork.
Isabel walks down the corridor with a small smile on her face; ha he thinks he's the good actor, ha don't make laugh! She thinks as she lets the fake smile slide, replacing with a deep set frown.
How she hated having to baby sit that imbecile, it was so exhausting, especially since violence seem to be the only thing that got the message into his thick skull. Well never mind she sighed deeply as she returned to her room to find her next assignment waiting for her.
"Well I guess there really ain't no rest for the wicked" she sighs grabbing the paper before heading out…
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After yet another boringly predictable life story, followed by an equally boring 'tragic' ending, she decided to use her spare time to finally go and meet the strange person, who aided the little ear during the murder spree of 'Jack the Ripper'.
She navigated her way back to the little shop with the huge 'undertaker' sign quite easily, but something made her pause just outside the door for a few moments. She had a strange feeling come over her all of a sudden, almost like there was something important hidden here just waiting for her to discover. She simply shook off the feeling and casually walked into the little shop readying herself for the interaction with the extraordinarily odd person who dwelled within.
When she entered the shop, the inside was very badly lit, causing a dim gloom to hang thickly in the air. Around the room coffins of multiple sizes, lay scattered across the floor, several propped up against the walls, beside sets of cupboards, that no doubt held peculiar objects and tools needed for the business. The only thing the room seemed to be lacking was the figure of the person she came to visit.
The weirdest thing was, that once you had grown accustom to the darkness, the gloom was, in a strange way, almost comforting.
It took not time for her to deduce that the reason why he couldn't be seen, he was obviously hiding in one of the coffins, something she had seen him do while watching the group. Upon decided it was about time for him to get a taste of his own medicine, she laughed to herself, quickly slipping into one of the empty horizontal coffins, closing the lid.
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Opening the coffin in his usual ply to frighten his guest, he found no one for him to scare, which was rather odd since he had definitely heard the bell on the door go, could they have left already?
Oh never mind he had guest to attend to anyway, although he was looking forward to the opportunity for a good laugh. He simply headed back to back room feeling a little disappointed, not noticing the lid of the coffin behind him slowly slid open and Isabel pop up with a mischievous smile on her face, she jumped out the coffin and successfully glomped the unknowing undertaker, knocking him to the floor.
"I win" she stated triumphantly, smirking down at the surprised look on his face, as she basked in her moment of glory, which was interrupted by him letting out the loudest laugh she had every heard, and she swore that she heard the sign outside hit the pavement.
"You truly have an amazing laugh" she complimented thoughtful after the shock had worn off, getting to her feet, lending him a hand to help him to his own.
"That was the first time, I received the surprise~ thank you my dear~" Undertaker grinned happily at her, taking her hand, accepting the gesture "so what brings you here, to my little shop?" he asked while dusting himself off.
"No particular reason, just curious" said Isabel airily,
"Is that so? Curious about what may I ask?" he mused scratching his chin with a long black nail.
"You" she replied simply smiling back at him
He looked at her with a confused look pasted on his face, "why me?"
She could help but aww at his confused look, having to shake herself to get back to the matter in hand, "well, this wouldn't do at all, since you the one asking question it only fair I get something back" she smiled mischievously at him
"What is it you want?" asked undertaker, his grin sliding back in place, as she continued to surprise and amusing him.
"To see your eyes"
After thinking a moment he answered "Okay, if you let me see your real appearance~"
(Note: up till this point Ivory had disguised herself as a shoulder length blonde haired, brown eyed woman, in a black suit with a pale green shirt and shiny shoes.)
"How did you know? Well never mind you have a deal" she replied whilst thinking 'drat, how'd he know? Unless…'
"Hehe you can't fool me my dear~" he chuckled letting her move the hair covering his eyes,
When she saw them she couldn't stop a 'wow' escaped her lips, even among death gods they were amazing, being a very vibrant green they captivated her, she felt like she couldn't look away, not that she wanted to but never the less she had too. There was no mistaking those eyes, the giggling mortician was Theodore Warren… the legendary reaper, whose story that had always fascinated her.
Once she had regained her ability to speak "I guess I better keep my end of the bargain" she shook her head, her hair turned white and grew long before it plaited itself, her eyes turned back to a light jade green, her clothes morphed into a white trench coat with a grey tribal like pattern up the back and down her sleeves, black shirt and a red tie. She pulled out a pair of rectangle silver framed glasses of her pocket and slipped them on "Better?" she asked smiling at him
"Yes indeed, so what your name shinigami~?" he asked knowingly
"Damn I've been found out… the name's Isabel Weller" she laughs before bowing to the crazy man in front of her.
"Kukuku~ first time I've been bowed to in a while~ would you like some tea Isabel~?" he grinned at her, his eyes still free from his fringe.
"yes please" she said as he watched him disappear out the room, just to return minutes later with two beakers of tea, handing one over to her.
"So I hear business has been good lately, since there's supposed to be a serial killer on the loose," she said casually to the man with the Cheshire cat grin.
"Indeed, there had been a lot of guests lately, not so many lively ones though~" he chuckled in response. "And you are yet to answer the question I asked earlier, why are you here? Not that I don't enjoy company~"
"Like I said I'm curious about you, I seen you when I watch the group that surrounds the little earl, so I thought I'd pay you a visit" she answered a little too honestly but there wasn't anything she could do now.
"I see," he looked a little suspiciously at her, as his smile faded
"What's the matter Theodore? Think I'm up to something?"
"How do you know who I am?"
"Why shouldn't I? You're a legend among legends and the one, I've come to admire the most" she blushed slightly at the last comment. Why was she answering so honestly? She couldn't understand it herself; there was something about him that made her want to tell him the truth. "That's all I wanted was to meet you, and talk to you… nothing more" she admitted
He simply looked at her, not sure what to say, was she being honest? He couldn't be sure, but her voice was sincere so maybe, just maybe she was.
She started to think that this may have not been such a good idea after all "but I guess it was wrong to come here… should have let sleeping dogs lay… I'm sorry" she said deciding that it would best to disappear before things got more complicated. So she pulled out the miniaturised scythe, she restored it back to normal size before ripping the air behind her. She bowed to him and left without another word, hoping he could forgive her…
Leaving Theo to stare at the now empty space, mulling over what had just happened.