A/N: If you've been waiting for an epic pervy breakdown you've come to the right place~! It's not much, but it's pretty okay in my point of view ^.^
Sorry if the Undertaker is a little OOC in this chapter, I can't have him giggling and creeping around ALL the time! In the last Ophelia chapter you saw him accepting the challenge, but here you'll figure out just how he's going to carry out his attack.
Will he win~? :3
Find out in this SUPER long chapter! It's not actually that long, but it's the longest one so far! 4,165 words exactly :3 The rest are usually around the 3,000 mark CX
Well, you're probably getting tired of reading this (if you are reading this)
ONWARDS~!
Chapter Nine
Let The Games Begin
Ophelia had roamed around the kitchen aimlessly for an hour now, opening cabinets and cupboards every once and a while.
'Undertaker wasn't lying when he said he didn't have any ingredients...' She thought to herself before opening up yet another empty cabinet.
'What does he eat? Just those cookies?' She wondered, opening a drawer to find a few assortments of tea.
"Well then how the fuck is he so lean?!" She asked aloud. A yelp escaped her lips as a tall body pressed lightly against the back of hers.
"That's a secret I'll never tell~!" A voice that Ophelia deducted belonged to the Undertaker called.
The redhead fought to keep her face from matching her hair as a cold arm crawled from behind her and up to her face where the pads of his fingers traced along her skin.
"W-what are you doing?!" She sputtered out.
"Eheehee~! You initiated the game. I'm simply playing, m'dear~" He said, showing a smirk that Ophelia couldn't see with him behind her.
The girl's eye twitched as she turned around, ready to throw a tantrum for the Undertaker, only to be embraced by cloaked arms and pressed against his torso.
'Damn, even his arms are super-fine.' She thought as she stood awkwardly in the surprisingly warm embrace of the silver haired man.
"Okay, okay!" She said, the words coming out muffled because of the material, "I might have gone a little too far!"
"Aw~ Is the kitten giving up so easily~?" The Undertaker asked, deliberately provoking her.
'Aw, bitch! Hell naw!' She thought angrily.
"Of course not! ... I'll just die of orgasm if this continues on..." She mumbled the last part, quiet enough so he wouldn't hear it.
He heard it.
"BAHAHAHA!" The Undertaker belted out. The action made Ophelia, who was still pressed against him, clutch onto the material of his clothing in order to stay standing. He shook with laughter and it felt weird for Ophelia to be shaking with him.
"Oi! Quit listening to me when I say embarrassing stuff!" Ophelia complained loudly, secretly enjoying the way she was being held so close but trying to deny it.
"I'm not the one saying it~ I can't help but listen~!" He cackled.
The redhead pouted and pulled away from the Undertaker, "Well then stop laughing at me for it!"
"Eheehee~ But I thought you liked my laugh~?" He said, pouting falsely but making Ophelia noticeably shiver. The Undertaker began chuckling at her reaction which made Ophelia scowl.
"What the fuck, man?! You can't just do that!" Ophelia cussed out.
The Undertaker seemed slightly surprise at her language but chuckled, "Why, I just did~!"
She gaped and glared defiantly at him, "Well then I'll be watching you. And don't you dare think for a moment that I won't get you back!"
"Hmm... A competition of sorts~?" He asked, grinning again.
Ophelia smirked challengingly, "That sounds perfect."
"First one to give in loses~" He said slyly.
"And whoever wins gets to choose what the loser's punishment is." She declared.
"Eheehee... Deal~"
"Deal."
The Undertaker held out his hand for a handshake, as it was a traditional thing to do when making a deal. Instead, Ophelia stood on her tiptoes up the the tall man's face.
With their noses a mere inch apart, Ophelia brought her arm to the back of his head under the curtain of long silver hair.
He tried to hide the hitch in his breath as she leaned in a little closer with a smirk. He realized he hadn't been so close to a living person in a long time and couldn't help the increase of his heart rate.
She brought her lips to his ear, knowing what to do. She was a flirt after all and intended to fully use it to her advantage.
"Starting... Now!" She whispered gleefully, pressing a single peck to his ear and flitting away to the kitchen door. She turned around and waved before disappearing behind the door and pressing her back against it. She sighed and attempted to calm her erratically beating heart.
'This'll be fun.' She thought to herself while lightly blushing. She honestly couldn't believe she'd just done that but was enjoying the opportunity at being a perv.
The Undertaker stood in the kitchen, rubbing his chin thoughtfully and wondering what to do next. His heart still thumped uncomfortably in his throat and his face felt hot.
He knew he had the disadvantage of not being with anyone for a long while but he had the advantage of knowing much more about the art of flirting throughout all of his years. While he hadn't been terribly social in that way when he was a shinigami, he did pick up a few things over the years.
He wondered if, because of Ophelia coming from the future, she would have this competition in her favor.
'No doubt, things are a little more racy in the future~ I still haven't mentioned that little outfit she's wearing...' He thought disapprovingly. The thought of her strutting around town whilst wearing that had him feeling uncomfortable.
'I'll have to find her new clothing if she plans on going out...'
Suddenly a thought came to his mind and he started chuckling darkly with a large grin on his face.
"Maybe~ I can just find her some new clothing in general~!" He whispered to himself.
The mortician took a moment to fix himself a little from his flustered state and walked casually through the door. He found Ophelia standing not too far down the hall with the lightest of blushes on her face that seemed even less visible in the dark hallway.
"Oh, kitten~!" He called gleefully.
"Yes, Undertaker?" She replied, turning back to look at him.
"I think it's time I showed you your room~" He said.
Ophelia gasped, "U-Undertaker!" She blushed, "That's not teasing! That's inappropriate! There's a new rule. No sex to win the game!" She sputtered.
"Eh...?" The Undertaker sounded, tilting his head adorably while Ophelia nearly raped him on the spot, contradicting what she'd just said.
"BAHAHAHA~!" He cackled out, finally getting that she thought he meant to bed her in order to win the game.
"No playing, kitten~! Eheehee!" He said after he'd finished, "I really mean to show you your room~!"
"Oh... r-really?" Ophelia asked, blushing.
"Really."
"Well then let's go!" She said authoritatively but walking in the wrong direction.
"This way, m'dear~" The Undertaker said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him.
'Might as well do whatever I can~!' He thought, happily noticing her blush and quickening breath. Part of him felt smug that he could make her feel so flustered with something so simple.
Ophelia fangirl-ed to herself and nearly crumpled onto the floor. She kept moving with the Undertaker though and only tripped a few times.
He encased his arm around her shoulder and led her deeper down the hallway and up a small flight of steps. The staircase led to a rickety old door with a loose doorknob. The Undertaker used his other arm to open up the door, keeping in mind that Ophelia had clutched her arm around his waist and smirking a little.
The door creaked open slowly and Ophelia was greeted with a short hallway with only three doors. Two doors sat across from each other and one was nestled at the end of the hallway.
The Undertaker nudged her in the direction of the door on the left and giggled when she stumbled a little and looked back at him expectantly.
"Are you coming?" She asked, almost as if she were afraid to go without him. He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach at the thought and grinned widely.
"If you want me to~" He said, shrugging a little and stepping forward with her. The two walked through the threshold and into the medium-sized room.
The first thing Ophelia noticed was the king-sized bed in the center of the room. It looked like it had been used recently and she wondered just how many living guests the Undertaker had staying with him.
The floors were covered by a large fluffy black rug with complicated white designs through it. There was a dresser and closet in there too, made out of the same grayish wood. Next to the dresser, which was pressed against the wall, was a vanity with a dusty looking mirror.
"Where do you sleep?" Ophelia asked while turning her head towards the Undertaker, who was standing a little behind her.
"Why, this is my room~! I'll be sleeping here~ Eheehee~" He said with a smile that Ophelia depicted as evil.
"W-what?! But you said -"
"Your room isn't fully prepared yet. You did arrive on late notice~" He said, giggling a little.
"You -! You know what?" She said, changing from shocked to sly.
"Yes, kitten~?"
"This could be a very good opportunity to win..." Ophelia sighed haughtily, strutting closer to the bed.
"Hmm~ I suppose you're right~" The Undertaker said, smiling and cocking his head to the side.
"I can be very competitive, Undertaker." She said, turning to look at him challengingly.
"I can be very persistent, kitten~" He replied, crossing his fingers together and easily grinning from ear to ear.
Ophelia smirked and walked forward towards the silver haired mortician. She stuck one finger out to poke him in the chest, leaning closer in order to turn the conversation in her favor.
"Even in my time, which is far more open about sexual subjects, I'm known as a dirty minded flirt and I won't hesitate to fucking obliterate you in this game of ours." She said, lowering her voice to a half growl.
He felt a sort of coiling sensation in his lower abdomen and was glad his bangs covered the lightest of blushes on his pale face. He grinned widely and chuckled lowly.
"You have my consent to do anything you want to me, m'dear~" He said suggestively while leaning closer to her already inches-away face.
Ophelia blushed lightly and the Undertaker noticed her throat muscles flexing as if she were fighting to let any inappropriate sound escape. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose before swallowing and looking up to his bangs.
The man noticed that she looked straight at where his eyes were and seemed to be burning holes through them despite the curtain of silver hair. There was the slightest haze in her eyes as she smirked, reaching on her tiptoes to get all the more closer to his face.
"I'll take you up on that offer." She said, desperately trying to sound as sensual as possible. She swore that for a second she saw him bite his lip but decided she imagined it. She did notice that a tinge of pink peeked out from under his bangs and she smirked inwardly.
No. She actually smirked outwardly. And she wasn't smirking... She was grinning madly as she realized something amazing.
'Hell yes. I'm so sexy I turned the Undertaker on!' She thought, doing a little happy dance in her mind and ignoring all ideas that she might be a little arrogant.
"I was hoping so~" The Undertaker replied.
It was then that Ophelia realized they'd both leaned in extremely close and if anyone were to walk in, they'd assume something romantic was going on. The Undertaker had realized their position before Ophelia did and noticed how she seemed to unconsciously move forward and closer to him as if by a magnet.
He calmed the blush on his cheeks and wondered if he should start leaning in too. He didn't know what the redhead expected him to do. It seemed she hadn't noticed her own moving forward yet and the two were having a short staring contest between each other.
The mortician hadn't kissed or been kissed in a while and wondered idly if he still even remembered how. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with kissing Ophelia, he'd barely met her and he was sure she felt the same. But it confused him beyond belief why the two began leaning even closer to each other.
He realized he'd been the one to really begin the whole contest. Even before it happened, Undertaker could easily tell that the redhead was one for revenge and would surely hold a grudge.
So why did he do it?
Just as he was about to reach up and stop her she froze. Her jaw dropped open and she blushed a pinkish color on her cheeks, nose, and tips of her ears.
"I-I-I um... Bathtub! I should bathe! Ya know? Yeah! So I-I'll just...go do that." She sputtered out, maneuvering around the Undertaker to the door behind him. Just as the door closed it was opened again.
"Um, where's the bathroom?" She asked sheepishly, still blushing.
The Undertaker giggled casually, albeit extremely nervously, and led her out of the room without touching her. He walked to the end of the hall where the door was and opened it to the bathroom.
It wasn't remarkably huge but it was great compared to what Ophelia had been expecting in the 19th century.
"Kitten~ I'll prepare the bath for you. Why don't you go to my... I mean you- I mean our room and situate anything you might need to~?" He said, stumbling over his words for the first time Ophelia had ever experienced.
She nodded dumbly and scurried out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. In there she fully considered her hard beating heart and the nervousness causing her brain to nearly shut down.
She was somewhat fangirl-ing, only because it was the Undertaker. But she was also extremely nervous for what seemed like no reason at all whatsoever.
'I can't win the game if I act like this!' She complained in her thoughts, trying to think up pervy ways to make up for it.
In the bathroom, the Undertaker started thinking about how to set his plan in action. It would be the perfect time to begin when Ophelia was in the bath because then he could take her clothes and leave only the ones he wanted her to wear.
He'd acquired several types of clothing from his guests throughout the years and he had a particular one in mind that would look absolutely winning. While he thought about this and prepared Ophelia's bath, the redhead was mulling over an idea that would surely put her in the lead.
Right when she was actually getting somewhere, the Undertaker opened the door with a large grin on his face.
"Oh, kitten~ Your bath is ready~!" He called.
Ophelia jumped a little and nodded, walking with him to the bathroom. As soon as she walked through the door the Undertaker scurried away, leaving Ophelia to try and fight her way through the awkward air and into the tub.
She shut the door and looked around for a lock, not finding one. Instead she placed a mat under the shut door so it would falter when someone opened it.
Eying the door, she stripped her clothes and set them in a pile. With one more glare towards the lockless door, she jumped into the tub quickly.
Goosebumps crawled under her skin as she transitioned from cool air to warm water. She simply sat in the water for a while, staring down at her legs. Only after she spotted a bottle of liquid in the corner of her eye did she start actually bathing.
She scrubbed the soapy liquid throughout her hair and ducked down into the water once she'd cleaned everywhere. The redhead tried to get back on track of things she could do to win but the only thing she managed to immerse herself in was her situation.
Ophelia worried over where Cassie was. She wondered if she'd ended up in a main setting of Black Butler like she had. If so, she'd have to ask the Undertaker to let her check out the Phantomhive manor, the townhouse, and maybe even somewhere like Lau's place. She giggled aloud at the thought of sweet, prudish Cassie staying with Lau.
While the redhead bathed, the Undertaker made his way down to the lower level of his shop. He passed a couple doors before turning suddenly into one on the left. He came upon crates of clothes labelled with different words.
Words such as: mens, boys, women, girls, formal, underclothes, miscellaneous, and street clothes.
However, the crate the Undertaker was looking for was not aforementioned. He found what he needed all the way in the back, labeled only with a large 'X.' He opened up the crate delicately and pulled out a folded set of clothes.
Grabbing an empty crate from beside the wall, he set the clothes inside of it and loosely sealed it. Giggling gleefully, he picked up the crate and nearly skipped up the stairs. He silently walked down the corridor filled with doors, into the rickety door, and down the short hall to the door on the end.
He picked up the sound of water moving and slapping against the sides of the tub. The image of her in there sent a wild feeling throughout him that made him smile widely but blush lightly. The silver haired man assumed he would have to grow used to the odd feelings in his abdomen. He also assumed the feelings and impulses came from not living with a person, never mind a woman, in many years.
'I'll simply have to grow accustomed to it...' He thought morosely, not liking the idea of not knowing what to feel for a long amount of time.
Sighing lightly, he set the box down and silently floated down to the basement and started fixing up the woman again. He'd finished sewing her up but was in the process of embalming her.
'Plus, I'd rather be away from the kitten when she finds the clothing I've set out for her~' He thought with a large grin. He laughed quietly to himself, talking to the corpse every once and a while, as he added chemicals to the victim of Jack the Ripper.
In the meantime, Ophelia was just getting out of her bath when she realized that somehow her clothes had disappeared. She looked around a little and also noticed that there was only a small towel hanging on a hook.
After panicking a little, she decided it would be best if she just peeked her head out and called for the Undertaker. He'd surely laugh at her but at least she'd get some clothes, right? She grabbed the towel and tightly wrapped it around herself.
Only allowing the door to open a few inches, she stuck her head outside and called for the silver haired mortician.
"Undertaker?" Her voice echoed eerily throughout the halls.
When she got no reply she stuck her head out a little more. It was then that she noticed a little box a foot or two away from the door. Raising an eyebrow she looked around the hallway, making sure the Undertaker wasn't hiding anywhere.
With no sign of the Undertaker, she stepped out in the super short towel and grabbed the box quickly before shutting herself in the bathroom again. She shivered at the feeling of her wet skin meeting the cool air.
She decided to dry herself off a little instead of just holding the towel to her body. Ophelia scrubbed the towel through her sopping red hair until it was merely damp. During her bath, she'd found what looked like an ancient safety razor and decided to shave even though she knew it was probably for dead bodies. She knew for sure that women didn't really start shaving until the 20th century but she liked the feeling of no hair on her body.
She didn't grow a lot of hair on her legs or underarms and what did grow was her natural hair color, which was an extremely light color. Unfortunately, that also meant the hair on her head took super long to grow.
The redhead decided that later she'd look around for makeup things. She knew that the Undertaker was bound to have some, as he probably used it on bodies all the time. Ophelia didn't like the way she looked without makeup, it was something else that made her look like a kid.
Sighing, she turned towards the box and hoped the Undertaker had put some sort of clothing in there. After a few seconds she managed to pop the lid off and look inside. After seeing the first article of clothing folded onto the top she was slightly confused.
Granted, she was glad it was clothing. She just wasn't sure whether or not she'd want to wear it.
She delicately pulled out a set of stockings, patterned with white and black stripes. What she dreaded were the garters attached at the end, making her wonder what she'd possibly connect them to. Her mind flew to the underwear she had on before but remembered her clothes was gone.
'Oh my god, did the Undertaker take my clothes?' She wondered, having trouble imagining the former anime character as a pervert.
"Undertaker!" She nearly shrieked.
In the basement, the Undertaker heard the anguished sound and giggled gleefully to himself. Ophelia, obviously, did not find the little prank quite as funny.
With a deep breath, she shook the thoughts away and continued looking through the box wishing she had her underwear.
It was one of her favorite pairs too. She frowned, realizing she'd grown attached to underwear but decided it was okay.
'They had chibi skulls on them...' She pouted miserably and pulled out the next folded up item. It was what looked like a white skirt, it seemed to go all the way up to her upper midriff where it connected seemingly snug. She held it up to her bare body and caught her breath as she realized it went down only to a short length.
Ophelia pulled several other things out of the box. After the skirt, she found another skirt. This one was lower on her waist - but still high compared to clothing in modern times - and it expanded outwards like a cupcake top when she popped it open. It was white in color with black floral patterned lace covering it.
The next thing she pulled out made a little bile rise in her throat. She fingered the edges of it and felt the near-leather material, it was then that she realized the Undertaker was winning this little game of theirs.
'No way in hell am I wearing a corset! That pervert!' She thought furiously. Ophelia had to admit it was smart of him to take her clothes. She also had to admit that she was pitifully losing this game.
'Not if I can help it.' Determination flowed through her and she breathed in deep through her nose. She took out gloves that went all the way to her upper arm and what she assumed was supposed to be this century's underwear.
The redhead gave one disapproving glare at the underwear - which really looked like loose, frilly shorts - and ripped them up a little to vaguely resemble modern panties. They were slightly loose, but a few safety pins she found in the drawers fixed that easily. It took her only a few seconds to hike up the underskirt and button it up the front and back. As she assumed, it was snug around her and actually poofed out a little more than she expected it to.
Afterwards, she grudgingly slipped on the white and black lace cupcake skirt and groaned audibly when she saw the length. It seemed that the skirt actually ended just above her knees, but because of the cupcake quality it seemed much shorter.
'I'll have to be careful bending over...'
At the bottom of the box she'd noticed a short, loose article of clothing that seemed somewhat like a nightdress. The redhead remembered it being called a chemise but, having already put on the skirt, she decided she was just going to wear the corset by itself.
The corset itself had no straps at all whatsoever and would clearly expose large amounts of cleavage that she'd rather keep hidden. But she decided that if she wanted to win this game she'd have to toughen up.
So as the nervous and irritated Ophelia started receding, the perverted and teasing Ophelia demanded to show.
Still regretfully naked, she slipped on the striped stockings and attached the garters to her new and improved underwear. With a smirk she held the towel to her chest and grabbed the corset, walking out the bathroom door.
With a Cheshire Cat grin she strutted down the stairs and into the hallway and called out in the most innocent voice she could muster:
"Undertaker~? Would you mind helping me?"
Ooh la la~! We've got some super "friendly" competition going on here! ;) My BFF just got back from her dad's house across the fucking country! I missed her so much!
I'll be going to her house this...Sunday? Sure, Sunday! And since we both have a mutual understanding of fanfiction, I'll probably be writing a little there ;D I'll be sure to make Cassie's inevitable bath scene as fabulous and sexy as possible!
I don't know if you guys wanted me to post what's going on with this story on my profile or elsewhere. I asked this earlier but I'm pretty sure no one read it *shrugs* I'd just tell you when I'd probably update on what's going on and stuff. You tell me! I don't know if you'd go look to see what's happening 3X
Anyways as it turns out, the Undertaker's a perv X3 But will his 19th century pervertedness be any match for Ophelia's 21st century pervertedness? Probably not, but he's got several tricks up his sleeve that might just make him the victor ;)
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who won an OC in my little riddle contest! This includes: ShadowThiefVS, Alice primera, ReadandWriteButMostlyRead, and Jerkasaurousrex!
To those who haven't explained what arc and OC they want in the story yet (pretty much all of you except for ReadandWriteButMostlyRead) or else I won't be able to write it!
Thank you to everyone who's reading and for everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or followed me or my story! I love you guys~!
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