[A/N: Thanks for all the good response to Chapter 1! I hope this loaded properly... ~DMLR]
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuro, just the OC's, and If my representation of any character isn't how you think they ought to be, bite me, that's what they're like here.
Ch 2
I let out a sigh as I finished my tale. Undertaker took the news surprisingly well. I honestly didn't know how he would take it, I mean, it isn't every day that girls just pop up from the future. Undertaker also was polite and kept quiet while I spoke, only chuckling under his breath when I frustrated myself trying to explain things.
"So," I braced myself fo a barrage of questions, "you say that this 'Black Butler' is famous?" I nodded. "And you know it quite well." He eyed me conspicuously (as far as I could tell). "So who is your favorite character, or really, person?"
He really caught me off guard with that one. He could probably guess by how I instantly knew who he was, and if he didn't know, then he definitely had a clue spreading across my face in a blush. "Well, Sebastian is cool with the demon power and seductive charm. Grell is just hilarious! I love his pizzaz, but..." and there goes the blushing again... "y-you were actually my favorite. People said you were weird, but I just think you're wonderful! Even if you do get into mischief when you're bored. And I can respect a man with a job like yours who can always find the fun in everything."
"Well, I'm flattered an old man like me can still captivate a lovely lady like yourself." Undertaker chuckled and began to collect my dishes.
As the day progressed I was allowed out of bed and given Undertaker's mortician gown until the time came when I could be fitted for better attire. I tried to protest, but to no avail as the giggly, grey-haired man was insistent that I have lovely funeral frocks.
After I put the robe over my tattered dress, Undertaker lead me down to the lower level where his shop resided, along with the other main attributes of his home.
We took turns asking each other questions and telling stories. Undertaker had many adventures in his time as a reaper, but wouldn't tell me too many details. He was most interested in my life in the future. He also found his story and fan base quite amusing.
"So, people like us so much that they write their own stories about us? That's a right laugh; I wish I could read one!" Undertaker wrapped his arms around himself as he laughed a little.
I looked at the rows of books and specimens that lined the shelves in his reception room with a chuckle in my own throat. "I'm not sure about that."
"Oh~?" He glanced at me with a big smile.
Shit. My face was turning red again. "Well most of the time fanfiction is a romance involving at least one of the original characters, and they can get pretty... explicit."
He burst into laughter, obviously enjoying how flustered I was. "So you have read some? I wonder, are there any about me? I bet that would be a riot"
"W-well I-"
"Undertaker, I have need of your services." I spun to see who was at the door, expecting the little Earl of Phantomhive and his elegant butler. But the one who stood at the entrance was merely another customer with a dead relative to tend to.
Getting out of the way, I let Undertaker get to work. After exploring the house for a few minutes. I went into the kitchen next to the parlor so that I could help by preparing dinner.
As the customer left the shop to retrieve his mother, the Undertaker walked into the kitchen and spoke, "I have sent for the tailor to make you some clothes. She will be here soon. Don't worry about making dinner, I can take care of that. You should go upstairs and bathe. The bath is just off the bedroom where you woke up." He chuckled at the memory of that morning. I blushed, leaving the kitchen to draw my bath.
"Oh, and one more thing." The giggly man's head popped into the hall behind me, "If you would allow me to wash your hair after the fitting... It looks to need some care." He hovered, waiting for a response.
"Yes, I bet it does. And since yours is so well-kept, I will accept your offer." With a nod, we both went our separate ways; him whistling a merry tune, and me thankful to get clean again.
