"This is where I sensed 'it' my lord." Sebastian smiled.
"Good, let's find him and get this over with." Ciel waved Sebastian off with a bored expression on his face.
Undertaker took this as his cue to walk into view, hiding a knife in his sleeve.
"Ah, the young earl! What can I do for you?" Undertaker grinned as if it were a normal visit.
"We are looking for Grell, have you seen him lately?" Ciel glanced momentarily at Undertaker.
"No, not lately, I've been making cookies." Undertaker tapped his chin as if putting thought into the question, then pulled out a cookie to prove his point, nibbling on the end.
"May we check your back rooms?" Sebastian asked after glancing to his master for approval.
"I'd rather you not." Undertaker smiled, finishing off his cookie.
"If you don't know where he is then you have nothing to hide." Ciel smirked slightly.
"I just don't find any reason for you to be in my personal rooms. My bedroom is a mess and my kitchen has burnt cookies, unless you would like one." Undertaker remained unfazed by Sebastian's searching look.
Ciel looks to Sebastian whispering so only Sebastian can hear.
"I want you to do a thorough search and report on what you find." Ciel whispered.
Ciel then turns to leave, looking back to Undertaker "For your sake let's hope you are being honest."
"Goodnight Earl! Be careful for thieves." Undertaker grinned, waving to the preteen.
He then turned to Sebastian, smiling.
"Would you like a cookie?" Undertaker chuckled.
"No, but I would like to ask a few questions." Sebastian looked at Undertaker.
"What would you like to know? You do know my price." Undertaker grinned as Sebastian frowned.
"Nevermind, I'll just search." Sebastian sighed.
He then perked up catching on Grell's scent.
"He's here. His scent his everywhere, including you. If I didn't know any better I would believe you two 'played' with each other." Sebastian's eyes narrowed knowing exactly what they had done.
"Ah, he was here yesterday, we played twister for a while but he went back to work and hasn't yet returned." Undertaker kept up a cool voice.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I look around." Sebastian more stated then questioned.
"Of course" Undertaker cooed.
The two walked into what would be a sitting room, still with the twister board.
Sebastian smirked slightly.
"Oh dear, it seems only a fraction of your story was true. The master will be very displeased by this." Sebastian put on a false look of disappointment.
"Whatever do you mean?" Undertaker asked in an almost casual way, yet he slowly started unsheathing the knife from his robe.
"Do you really think that will work?" Sebastian grinned wickedly at the knife, beginning to see a fight starting.
"No, I suppose not.~" Undertaker chuckled.
Sebastian glares at Undertaker wondering if he would pull something.
"How about a deal?" Undertaker smirked.
"This wouldn't have to do with a contract would it?" Sebastian glared distastefully at undertaker.
"Not at all. It's a race, fighting allowed. Whoever gets to the phantomhive manor first wins. If you win then I will go without a fight. If I win then you must not speak a word about Grell to your master." Undertaker became serious.
"Hmmmm Sounds interesting." Sebastian mused, "Very well then."
Undertaker grinned before speeding out into the streets toward the phantomhive mansion.
Sebastian sped off after him.
"Don't you think you're exerting yourself, considering you're old age?" Sebastian smirked confidently.
"Ihihihi, I'd do anything for my lovely rose waiting my return." Undertaker countered back, keeping pace with Sebastian.
"Why bother? A true rose has too many thorns, and will be your downfall." Sebastian replied.
"This rose is worth the pain." Undertaker sighed.
"Roses wither away, you're wasting your energy.
"Ah, but if I take care and nurture this rose he will remain for a good time. I've lived so long alone I'm planning on spending eternity with my rose. Demon's have their masters. Why Can't I have someone?" Undertaker looked tired.
Sebastian's guard slid down a bit before his eyes glared a demonic pink.
"Nice try shinigami!" Sebastian hissed throwing a black feather at Undertaker," Demons are chained to the demeaning task of following our master's orders."
(A/N: yeah black feathers aren't in the anime but my rp Sebastian is so awesome black feathers shall be thrown 8C)
Undertaker barely dodged the first attack of feathers and began preparing for the next.
"Shinigami don't live a rosy existence either. We not only know what it means to live but we must take away the life we so wish we had again. Hell rules get to you quickly. I left them and found it's rather fun breaking them, unfortunately supervising life and death leaves scars to those unprepared." Undertaker looked lost for a moment before picking up speed.
The two battled with wit and speed before Undertaker finally noticed he was hit with a feather.
He sped up one final time but Sebastian caught back up with him easily.
"Well only one more option." Undertaker thought in exhaustion.
Before Sebastian could catch the shinigami he phased away, teleporting to the destination of his choice, using the last bit of his energy.
His choice was the phantomhive gardens, Undertaker stumbled tiredly to the door before smirking triumphantly when Sebastian reached the steps.
Fury was apparent on Sebastian's face as he grabbed Undertakers neck, contemplating on snapping his neck.
"Now, now, I've won this race fairly. There were no rules against using powers." Undertaker smirked, gesturing down to his chest which had a feather sticking from him.
Sebastian glared before growling "Fine, but don't you come near my master, I don't want you or your precious rose in my sight again.
I don't even want to smell you."
"If your master comes near me that's his business. As for Grell if I sense you near him there will be consequences. I don't want you in my shop either." Undertaker took on a serious face that would make William look unprofessional.
Sebastian nodded as the shinigami hopped off into the city, most likely back to his shop.
He would stick to the deal, but one slip up and everything will be over for those two.
Undertaker was absolutely exhausted from the race yet he knew he had to keep going until in his shop.
Momentarily his bleeding wound was forgotten and his home was the goal.
Now if only he could just keep running without notice.
This should prove a problem for the tired shinigami.