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Bird's P.O.V
Undertaker and I spent the rest of the day lounging around and doing nothing. It was nice, nothing to do, no bodies to fix up, which was funny seeing how, figuring all these arks in the comic had murders almost always occurred. I now, lay on his desk, suffering from the sweltering heat of summer, tossing one of Undertaker's decorative skulls up in the air and catching it as it came down. Undertaker was out at the moment, gone to get some actual food, since I was human and required nutrients other than sugar bone cookies. Suddenly the small bell on the door rung(A/N: more like the door bell! HAHA! So so sorry).
The notorious mob boss Azzuro Finell was standing in the doorway, smoking a cigar. I covered my nose with the collar of my Tee in disgust. "Sir, if you are going to throw away yor life on those things, please risk your own life and do it in a private room." Azzuro scowled and patted the cigar with his pinky finger, causing the rancid ash to fall on the floor. I sneered in disgust as he approached me. "I need information. You have it yes?" Looking out the skull, my fingers poking through the eyes and thumb manipulating the jaw, "do you think we should give him the information Alfie?" I made the skull shake side to side, a clear no, then moved it's mouth and said in a high squeaky voice, "No Bird, don't do it, he doesn't deserve it." "What? Why the hell not? My man said you give out information for a price so why the hell not?!" He shouts angrily. "Stormageddon says I shouldn't, because you are a bad, bad man."
"I thought it was Alfie? Wha- HEY!" I giggle in amusement, clearly Azzuro was just running around in circles. He grits his teeth and clenches his fists, glaring ferociously down at me, "Just. Give Me. The Information." I sit up from lying on the desk and waggle my forefinger at him, "Ah ah aahhh, you have to pay me first."
"Fine, how much money do you want?"
"Ohhhhh, we do not accept the queens currency here."
"Then how the hell am I supposed to pay you?"
"Hmmm, usually we accept laughter, but for you, I'll make a special case. Certain…..events shall we say, are being set in motion, and I will come to collect my dues at a later time after they have past."
"What are you talking about?! What kind of events? UG! Never mind that, just tell me what I want to know!" He slammed his fist on the desk. I think I am doing a pretty decent job being the Undertaker. "Jeez, you're sooooo annoying. What do you want to know?"
"Scotland Yard just seized a large shipment of opium from several of our suppliers, I need t o know, who has the key to the storehouse?" I laugh, ohhh, people are going to hate me for this, even though I am helping the plot along. Sort of….right?
"Ciel Phantomhive has the key to the storehouse, however I suggest if you don't wish to be caught in a rat trap of sorts, avoid him at all costs. Also, in a few days, you will receive an invitation to the Lord Phantomhives manor, whether you go or stay is your choice."
Azzuro Finell scowled at me before reaching for the door and quickly exiting. Undertaker walks in moments after, "Who was that Birdie?"
"Oh, just a customer, nothin lil' old me couldn't handle!"
"A customer? I don't see a body…."
"Yeah, he wanted information."
"I see! How interesting!" He walks to the kitchen to place the bag of food he was carrying on a counter, and I trailed after him like a baby duckling. "So what's for food?" (A/N: it's not a typo)
"Pardon?"
"Lunch."
"Lunch?"
"Yeah, you know, that thing that comes before tea-time?"
"You mean dinner?"
"But thats at the end of the day!"
"I think you're mistaken Birdie, supper is at the end of the day."
"But I thought," I throw my hands up in the air, "You know what? I'm done! I'm done! Bye!" I walk up to my room, nursing my headache. Jeeze this was confusing. I mean really, how does one simply british?! REALLY! I flop down on my bed and rolled myself up in the covers. The culture shock was finally getting to me. Hmm, so if Azzuro Finell stopped by for information, then the sleazy factory manager ark should be happening right about now….I'll have to keep an ear out to see if I can hear his quote on quote "piggish" squeals….. Undertaker was suddenly at my bedside, "My apologies if I offended you Birdie, it was rude of me to offend a lad-"
"Finish that sentence and I WILL end you."
He chuckles, "That might be a tad harder than you think, offing an old man like me."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a…...I'm stronger than I look."
"...Kay. Don't be offended, it's just the culture shock."
"I suspected as much, your accent gave it away. American yes?"
"Future American, yeah. Friggen angels and their telephone boxes…."
"Birdie, do you not think angels are heavenly creatures?"
"Actually, I don't have a religion, I'm atheist you see. I'm talking about a different kind of Angel. Hmmm…. I suppose a better name would be the Lonely Assassins." Undertakers face morphs into surprise. "How do you know of the Weeping Angels?!"
"Oh. Um…..Reasons…."
"Reasons such as?"
"Reasons such as reasons."
He sighs, knowing I am going to avoid the question no matter what. "Why don't we get you some appropriate clothes so you don't go running around like a nude crazy person."
"I have clothes!" I protest.
He scoffs, "Barely(Barley? idk.)" "Not true! My Hoodie is nice and warm!" I see the deadpanned look he gave me and mumbled, "Right...Time change….. But promise no frilly, fru-fru, girly dresses. OR skirts.""Fine, fine." He rubs his forehead, clearly I was giving him a headache. I sit up on the bed and give him a kiss on the forehead. His face flushes red. "AH! I'm sorry! Sosososo sorry!" "I-it's fine." His voice cracks uncharacteristically. "Please excuse me." Undertaker quickly rushes out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I feel my eyes tear up. Great, the one person who might possibly save me thinks I'm a slut. Fuckin Great. I flop down onto the bed and start chewing on my lip, feeling the beads of blood slowly begin to blossom on my abused lip. It was going to be a long...however long I was going to be here. I clutch the previous stuffed animal to my chest and let several tears slip down my cheeks. Nononono, I can't cry. Not here. (A/N:Conceal don't feel, don't let him knooooowwww) The door slowly creaks open, and I force myself into a light sleep. Yes, yes, running away from my problems, how very gryffindor of me. Undertaker is leaning in on the doorframe and sighs. He walks over to me, bends down and kisses me on the forehead. He runs his thumb across my lip, cold nails almost reaching my nose, wiping away the droplettes of blood. "I'll fix that tomorrow. I'l fix your broken wings little Birdie." And with that he left.
Sooooooo, what did ya think? I may or may not start doing One character per chapter, doing less per chapter, but uploading more often, what do you guys think?
