"Yoo-hoo, anyone home?" Lilith smiled, the door to the mortician's parlor creaking open.
"Would you like a custom-made coffin?" A coffin slid open to reveal a black hat and long silver hair. The man fell onto the floor when he saw her, dressed as flamboyantly as ever and standing right in his shop.
"My darling little joker!" Lilith lunged at the man, not caring that she was on the floor and the door was wide open. "Oh, it's been ages! I came to England so I could visit my favorite little butler, but then I remembered that my favorite mortician was in England and it's lovely! It hasn't changed since I was here a few years ago!" Lilith sighed wistfully, her hair falling messily out of it's bun as she stood.
"Lilly, you're the same as ever, m'dear!" The Undertaker chuckled, pushing his hat back in place. Lilith was looking around the shop, peeking in coffins and inspecting shelves. Normally, people came in and kept their eyes from roaming, but he knew Lilly wasn't exactly a normal person.
"Hey, I came with the Earl Sebastian is working for, do you know anything about the brat?" Lilith asked, sitting atop a shiny black coffin. Undertaker chuckled again, standing in front of her after shutting the door.
"Yes, yes, the little earl comes to me for information on the underworld." Lilith raised a brow at this, not having anticipated the brat to be so involved with people she knew.
"Hmm... I hope he pas you well. Humor is a tricky thing to come by nowadays." Lilith sighed, roaming through the door into a small seating area. She walked up the stairs, Undertaker not far behind her, and entered the kitchen. Undertaker didn't question what the girl was doing, having known her since she was a teenager and knowing that if there was one material thing she valued above all else, it was food. He couldn't understand why. Humans in general fascinated Undertaker, but then there was Lilly.
"Did you hear me?" Lilith asked, snapping her fingers in front of Undertaker's face. "Where're your cups and plates? You know what, just show me where everything is in general. Please." Lilith added the last bit as an afterthought, and Undertaker cackled. He gave her a brief tour of his kitchen, reminding her not to use any ingredients from the top shelf of his pantry.
"Hmm... Yeah, I'm gonna make an omelet for myself. Do you want anything?" Lilith asked, turning towards Undertaker.
"No, no, m'dear." Undertaker grinned, and Lilith remembered that he didn't eat. She shrugged to herself and fixed a ham and cheese omelet for herself, grabbing a fork and walking after Undertaker as he walked back downstairs and hopped in a coffin.
"Weirdo." Lilith sighed, hearing chuckles from inside. She walked back into the sitting area, enjoying her meal. "Damn Sebastian, not even appreciating the fact that I spent so damn long looking for him. What the hell, going off and making a contract with some brat? I never did understand that guy's tastes. I mean, really? P-"
"Undertaker?" A familiar voice met her ears, and Lilith groaned inwardly. She didn't want to see the brat except at the estate, but Undertaker had told her that he was the brat's informant. And the brat was investigating a murder or whatever.
"Hello, little earl, would you like to try one of my custom-made coffins at last?" Undertaker cackled, and Lilith could picture him crawling out of the coffin again. His face had been quite priceless when he saw her, and Lilith was almost sad that he seemed to have gotten used to her already. Her habits had always been random and bizare, though, so there were always surprises when she was around.
"Creep." Ciel muttered, then handed Undertaker a file full of faces. "Have any of these people been one of yor guests?" He demanded, and Undertaker flipped through with a grin.
"A few~ All had the same cuts on their skin and their Achilles Tendons were slashed." Undertaker said, and Ciel nodded.
"Anything else?"
"Nope~" Ciel nodded and went for the door. "Little earl, this time I'll let you go free of charge but don't expect the same thing next time~" Undertaker smiled, and Lilith walked in with her omelet just as the boys left.
"Well someone's feeling generous." Lilly smiled, and Undertaker erupted into his usual fit of giggles. "They'll be looking for me soon, and I'd rather not mysteriously appear at the manor. I want the brat to be in the dark for as long as possible."
"Oh~ and why's that?" Undertaker grinned.
"Who cares, so long as his reaction is amusing. Oh, maybe someone will hit me with a carriage!" Lilith was brimming with joy at the thought, already preparing for the sight.
"Princess Lilly can be quite funny, too!" Undertaker was cackling again, and Lilly was upstairs and back in a flash, her plate gone.
"I'll be back soon, okay? Maybe tomorrow or the day after." Lilith shrugged, giving Undertaker a hug.
"Whenever is perfect for Lilly~" The Undertaker's normal grin was in place, giving her a small wave as she stepped through the door.
"We'll get to catch up then, I promise!" Lilith let the door swing closed behind her, and she glanced around for the brat or Sebastian.
"Sebastian, am I expected to help solve the case?" Lilith asked, meeting the butler in the kitchen. He turned away from the stove, glancing at the time and then her.
"Not particularly. The Young Master had probably hoped to learn more about you during today." Sebastian chuckled, and Lilith sat in a chair.
"Why?"
"You introduced yourself as my friend, he's curious." Sebastian replied.
"Tell me more about the child. Why is he working on murder cases?" Lilith demanded, her arms crossed. The playfulness from today was gone, her tone serious.
"The Phantomhive family has been the Queen's dogs for generations. As you know, every country has an underworld, and the Phantomhive family rules over them and eases the Queen's worries." Sebastian said, his eyes never leaving the food he was preparing. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" He chuckled, and Lilith kicked his calf.
"Oh shut it, I don't need to sleep and you damn well know it." She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "What of his parents? How'd they die?"
"A fire burned the little lord's house down when he was ten." Sebastian put the finished food in the fridge for the morning, then walked out to fix the gardens.
"So why're you serving him?" Lilith's brow rose, her curiousity poking at her mind.
"To destroy those who sullied the Phantomhive name. I must not lie nor betray the little lord, that's what the contract states." Sebastian said evenly, and Lilith stretched and yawned in reply.
"As interesting as that sounds, I'm bored so I'll fix those gardens for you. Should I replicate the way they were before Finny's accident?"
"Please do. Then clean the windows and polish the fine china." Sebastian grinned, and Lilith nodded.
"Gotcha." She gave a mock salute before heading off. Sebastian was relieved to have help with all the mundane chores. This way he might even get to relax a little before waking the br- the little lord.
