Already you're getting another chapter you lucky peeps! This is mainly because the next update will either be late on Friday night or early Saturday morning. XD I tend to write these in school so sorry if there's something weird going on. Having to try and stop your friends reading what you're writing is hard!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Black Butler nor do I own any other anime or Sherlock. I'm just a crazy, villain loving Fangirl who really has nothing else to do than Fangirl about EVERYTHING!
I was now looking at my tutor, Mr Taker. He was a slightly mad man who taught biology. He had silver hair that was usually in a braid of some sort and his fringe covered his eyes. He had a tendency to giggle and poke people's cheeks with his long and sharp black nails. A lot of people thought he was a crazy pervert but I knew he wasn't. He was quite nice actually.
"I see you have collected some… ~interesting pieces~." He giggled, looking at the three kids. Sebastian stood beside me, trying to be independent, Grell was tugging on my coat sleeve shyly and Claude was clutching my hand tightly.
"Oh, err, yes sir, I have." I said politely, patting Claude's head nervously.
"Indeed. Perhaps you would like to accompany to my shop, where we can have a ~niice cup o' tea." He said cheerfully, grinning again.
"O…kay. I didn't know you had a shop." I said as I began walking again, Claude clutching my hand tighter to keep up with me whilst the others followed obediently.
"Oooh yes~ teaching is only a part time job, you see." He said happily.
"Oh." I murmured.
"Well then, here we are." He said as we reached a door.
I looked up at the door and the sign, and raised an eyebrow.
"Your other job is at an Undertaker?" I asked curiously.
"Yes I won the place. Why do you think me names 'Taker'?" He said with another creepy giggle and I sweat dropped.
Mr Taker. His initials U.T. Was his actual name Undertaker? Now that's weird, and I thought my friend Narnia had a strange name. (True Story I have a friend called Narnia, well I did. Until she started hating me.) I stepped into the shop and looked around. It was dark, dank and depressing, but it also felt quite homey; possessions were lying about haphazardly everywhere and different varieties of coffins were set on each table. It was kind of nice.
"Just seat yerself anywhere." He said gruffly. "I'll go make some tea."
He left and I sat down. I lifted all of the kids up and then sat down myself. Grell once again climbed into my lap as the other two sat either side of me. I smiled at them; they were too damn cute.
"Undertaker, what is all the fuss?" A tired voice said.
I turned and saw a strange boy. His blue-black hair was ruffled and over one of his eyes was an eye patch. He was rubbing his eyes (eye?) blearily and he was wearing old-fashioned pyjamas. Then he finally noticed me.
"Who in the devil are you?" He demanded angrily.
"Oh, well, I'm Maryse Summers and these are my fake children." I introduced, looking down at the snoozing Grell.
"And why are you here?" He asked in the same demanding voice. I was about to answer but my hosts voice stopped me.
"She's my guest, Ciel." He said like a hyper child "I want to talk to her about those cute children of hers."
Ciel sighed and calmed down, so now he was looking at me and the kids.
"What are their names then?" Undertaker asked happily, sitting across from and the Ciel guy sitting next to me.
"Uhhh, the red one is Grell, the one on the left is Claude and the last one is Sebastian." I explained, gesturing with my right hand towards them, since Claude was gripping my left.
At that time, I didn't notice how Undertakers smile got wider or how Ciel stiffened at every name.
"Interesting names. Would you like your tea now?" Undertaker said handing me a beaker filed with tea before I even answered.
I sipped my tea quietly and then I noticed that Sebastian seemed to be struggling to say something. I leant in closer to him and smiled, making his cheeks tinge pink slightly.
"What is it?" I said quietly and he made a motion towards my tea.
I nodded in understanding and ruffled his hair.
"I think he would like some tea." I said and I was immediately handed another steaming beaker. I nodded in thanks and carefully gave it to Sebastian .But it seemed; he didn't have a very strong grip and hot tea soon was soaking into his pants. There was a loud pop and another burst of smoke. I bit my lip. How in god's name was I going to explain this?
And I'm finishing there, aint I evil? I finally finished season1 of Sherlock and I'm on Season 2 so happiness to me! Review or I'll send Angela and Mortiary to kill you…..
