Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi
"Hexenjagd" means "Witch Hunt"
Kagome watched as she allowed the gray-haired mortician to flip through the old tome that help a variety of spells at her disposal – the few hundred year old book's pages were long worn and yellowed, rips here and there along the edges.
Yet, the Undertaker took care to not rip or tear the pages. He'd have hell to pay if he were to.
Despite having the book memorized front and back, it was still something precious to the black-haired woman – a gift from her mentor all those years ago.
The vintage leather odor wafted around the room subtly as the Undertaker closed it, temporarily done and set it on the coffee table in between the two of them, "Candles are pret'y much required fer da majori'y ov yaaahr spells, aren't they?"
"Mhm."
He bit off a half of a bone biscuit, the chocolate melted on the top of it coating his fingers, "Oh, do I love yaaahr biscuits~"
Kagome smiled, but it became a bit strained as the man decided to make some interesting noises while munching on them – her butler shifted a bit awkwardly and uncomfortably off to the side.
Eyebrow twitching, Kagome reached over the coffee table with a handkerchief, dabbing at the drool that started to make its way down her guest's chin. A gleam shown from under the Undertaker's thick fringe, one of his eyes just a tad revealed as he grasped her outstretched hand with his free one.
"These treats ov yaaahrs are nearly enuff fer me ter ask yaaahr 'and in marriage, love."
Lovely.
She tried as gently as she could to ease her hand out of his, but the way his nails trailed over her white gloves bruned thru to her skin, "All right."
"You don't believe me?"
Kagome shook her head, "It's not that, but I've had my fair share of men looking for my hand in marriage. I'm not ready to settle down."
"Even if yew wan' ter marry, yew couldn't marry a nawmal man. They'd 'ave ter be inhuman…"
"I know."
The gray-haired man grinned, before standing, the butler at his side to show him out. Kagome watched him leave from her seat on the couch, blinking when the Undertaker turned around to look at her over his shoulder, "I 'ope i' ain't an' all much, but I require yaaahr presence at me parlaaahr in a couple weeks. A few ov me recen' guests 'ave been rafer… incomplete, if yew know what I mean."
She pursued her lips, as the man turned back around and disappeared behind the wall.
So that was your true reason for visiting.
Sorry for not updating the other day. I had this typed out, and when I went to upload it, nothing. The site wouldn't load. So to make up for it, today there will be three chapters updated. Two more after this one.
