I realize that the characters might be well out of character and I want to apologize for this. It is my first time writing for these characters so I have a little trouble with it sometimes.
Skullina POV:
I sat there for I don't know how long after Grell left. I eventually got up and took my bath, then got dressed and went to bed. I woke up before them and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I decide to make a simple meal so that I'll have time to make a packed lunch. I start on making scrambled eggs, then bacon and toast. Just as I'm putting the food onto the plates is when Undertaker walks in. He seems to be surprised that I'm up so early, an amused smile on his face.
"Good morning~ You seem to be a very early riser." he says sitting down at the table.
"I always have been taking care of the others, reaper training, alpha lessons. Always something to do or has to be done." I place his food in front of him along with some tea. When I go to fetch Grell Undertaker grabs my hand. I turn back to him confused, but he just smiles and shakes his head. "You know what happened yesterday don't you." he nods his head and releases my hand.
"He needs time to think I believe m'dear."
"Well I'm at least taking up his breakfast." I say grabbing a serving tray and loading on Grell's food. "Go on and eat I'll only be a minute, I'll leave it outside his door if he doesn't answer. And only stay if he wishes to talk." I add the last part when I see him start to object to me going. I pick up the tray of food and head off to Grell's room, thankful that I decided to pull my hair up into a high ponytail. ( think samurai style or icy from winxclub ) I probably would have tripped if I hadn't, I love Seria but hate her clumsiness trait. I reach Grell's door and knock on it a couple times, Grell yells out something and I hear him rushing to the door. It swings open to reveal the redheaded shinigami, he is dressed but his hair is a total mess. He stares at me for a minute his mouth opening and closing like he has something to say.
"I brought you breakfast." I say holding out the tray of food. He moves away from the door and motions me inside, I don't move. "Undertaker said I should leave you to your thoughts, I was only to give you your food then leave." I state my voice flat and cold. I enter the room and place the tray on the table next to the window. I turn to leave but Grell stops me at the door, he looks at me with a Cheshire smile but his eyes are sad.
"I wish to apologize for last night, it was terribly un -lady like how I treated you."
"Do not fake your happiness, it hurts me to see that." his smile disappears being replaced with a sharp toothed frown. I sigh and grab a brush from his nightstand, and pull him to the chair at the table. "Eat your breakfast while I fix your hair. And you can ask me anything you wish, or tell me what you wish to get off your chest." I say grabbing his crimson hair and starting to carefully brush through it. He calmly starts to eat the only sounds in the room being the clink of the silverware and teacup. I brush through his hair all the while and smile when I see his shoulders relax. He finishes eating and just sits there waiting for me to finish. "Do you wish to leave it down or for me to style it for you?" I ask once his hair is tangle free
"If we're going to Undertakers shop I want it put up. That man has a serious dust collection."Grell states seeming to get some of his usual flare back. I giggle and start to separate his hair, parting it so I can make a braid. "Why are you not yelling at me?" his question makes me stop my work on his hair.
"And why would I be yelling?"
"You know perfectly well why! Last night when I saw you.." he stops there a blush covering his cheeks. I merely sigh and start braiding his hair again.
"You are my mate and would eventually see me that way. I feel no shame or anger at you seeing me naked. Yes I was startled but nothing more than that." I state firmly tying off the end of the braid. I then start to twist it into a low bun, and finally clipping it in place with a rose hairpin.
"You blame yourself for when I hurt you. Why?" he stands an turns to face me his face a mix of emotions. Pain, confusion, fear, anger, sadness. All of them flashing in his eyes, as he stares down at me. I stare back through my bangs, too shocked to react. "I'm just so confused by all of this!" he yells stomping his boots and clinching his fist at his sides. "All these years I've known I preferred men to women, and then you show up. Make me your mate and only after a few days I start feeling like this!"
I don't move suddenly feeling a little scared of Grell. Someone clears their throat and we both turn to the door. Undertaker is standing there with his hands tucked into his large sleeves and a smile on his face. But anyone who knows him well can tell he isn't happy with the two young reapers.
"Now now deary's ~ no fighting please." he says in a mock stern tone and shaking a long finger at us. "Skullina I need to go to my shop now, Grell come along when your ready~" he then proceeds to pull me out of the room and to the portal door that leads to his shop. He opens it and softly pushes me inside before walking through and closing the door.
"I didn't force him to talk to me, he stopped me from leaving looking like he had something to say. I just fixed his hair while he ate and told him to talk to me when he was ready. That I would answer his questions and listen to what he wanted to tell me." I state sitting on one of the many coffins around the shop.
"I know m'dear but he shouldn't be yelling like he was. Very un-lady like~" he says with a chuckle and heading to the front door, he unlocks it then turns to face me. "I need to tend to my clients so while I do this you can watch the front. If anyone comes asking for me just come get me." he then quite literally skips into the back rooms. I sweatdrop at how hyper he is, but that's just Undertaker being Undertaker. I walk up to the counter and sit on the tall stool behind it. I look around the dusty shop, noticing that some of the coffins have lost their shine. I look around for something to clean with and find a duster, along with an old broom and dustpan. I start by sweeping the floor doing my best not to stir up to much dust. But this proves difficult making it to the point that I have to sweep almost painfully slow. I prop open the front door to let in some air, and so I can sweep out one of the many piles of dirt. I finish with one pile one and start with a second, and jump when I hear someone yell out in anger. I quickly look up to see a small boy covered in dust, a tall man is standing behind him smirking.
"OH! I'm so sorry I didn't see you there." I rush up to him and start to clean him off with my handkerchief. He swats my hands away and glares at me. I take in his appearance now, he looks to be around 12 or 13 years old. He has sort bluish-grey hair and wears an eye-patch over his right eye, the left eye being a bright blue. He is dressed like a noble, well minus the dust, and is using a small walking cane.
"Stop that this instant woman! Sebastian if you'd please." the boy orders the older man. This Sebastian is quite handsome he has short black hair with longer strands that frame his face. He looks to be around his mid 20's and has bright pinkish-red eyes. He has on a winter coat but under it I can see his butler uniform. He calmly walks up to the boy and within seconds has all traces of the dust gone. When he is finished he steps back to stand behind the boy to the left. "Who are you and why are you in Undertakers shop?" the boy demands glaring up at me.
"Well aren't you the pushy one, shouldn't the male introduce himself first." I say putting my hands on my hips and glaring back. He stares at me in disbelief, not seeming to like being talked back too. "And I'm am sorry for getting dust on you, I did try to help you clean up."
"That doesn't answer m question! Now tell me who you are this instant!" he yells tapping his cane on the floor.
"Well I never, you are very rude young man. But to answer your question in human terms, I guess I would be called a wife." I say picking up the broom again to finish the sweeping.
"Wife! Since when did he even start courting anyone, let alone marry?" the boy shouts angrily "But besides that I wish to speak to him immediately." the boy proceeds to push past me an walk into the front room of the shop.
"I apologize for my masters behavior, he has been under some stress recently." Sebastian say coolly bowing to me with his hand over his heart. "But even i wish to know about how Undertaker and you met." he stands back up straight and smiles at me. I can tell it is fake just like I can tell what he really is.
"Do not fake a smile for me Mr. Demon I am not fooled by it." I smirk when his smile fades and his eyes flash red glaring daggers at me. "I am like Undertaker that is how I know, now please come in and I shall fetch Undertaker for you." Sebastian continues to glare but nods and walks in, plastering a fake smile on his face.
I follow behind him and close the door, sitting the broom down against the counter. I ignore the little boys glare as I walk to the back rooms. I head to the very last room in the hall, the door is made of metal and is made where you just have to push lightly to open it. I walk in to see Undertaker finishing up one of his clients. I wait for him to finish completely with his work and is washing his hands before I speak.
"Someone is here to see you, a boy and his butler Sebastian." I say handing him a towel to dry his hands on, my voice showing my hate for them.
"Ihehehe I see that the little earl has angered you~" he says walking up to me so our faces are mere inches apart. "Why is it I wonder ~ Hmmm~" he asks in a singsong voice and leaning closer making me have to lean backwards some. ' Is he trying to kiss me!?' I ask myself trying not to blush at his closeness. Just when he goes to lean closer a loud crash is heard from the front room. I take that chance to back away and head to the door, Undertaker chuckles at this and follows me out. I hear an all too familiar voice and cautiously inter the front room. I freeze at the doorway at what I see. Grell is here finally for one thing, but it's what he's doing that makes me stop dead. Grell is trying to hug Sebastian while the demon butler is doing everything to avoid the redhead.
"OHH BASSY! ~ Just the person I wanted to see!~" Grell says while chasing the other man around the shop. I notice all the broken jars on the floor along with some of the old books as well. I sigh and walk directly into the path of Grell as he lunges at Sebastian again. He has no time to stop and barrels into me but I don't budge, having braced myself for the impact and dug my feet into the stone floor beneath us. He lands with his face in my chest and arms stretched out behind me, my arms wrapped around him making it look like a strange hug.
"Grell please stop running around the shop, your making a mess of it." I ignore how embarrassing this position is and remove my arms from around his shoulders. He mumble out a reply not seeming to realize that I have released my hold on him. Sebastian pulls him away from me and throws him in one of the open coffins, locking him inside it in the process.
"I would have thought that since he calls himself a lady he would know better. Just standing there with his face in your chest, disgraceful." Sebastian states looking down at me with one of his fake smiles. "But why did you let him is the question, especially since your married to Undertaker."Me and Undertaker look at each other then start to laugh. Causing the others to look at us like we're crazy and glare at us for laughing at their expense.
"What is so funny! And Undertaker why are you laughing, your wife was touched by another man!" the little boy shouts his visible eye staring coldly at the senior shinigami.
"Why should I be mad?" Undertaker reply's between giggles leaning against the counter for support. "He is her husband in a way as well."
"That is ridiculous, you can only have one wife or husband at a time." the boy reply's angrily clinching his cane tighter than necessary
"That is where your wrong Ciel Phantomehive." Undertaker reply's waging a finger at him and smiling down at the small earl.
"Sebby~ why did you throw me in a coffin?~" Grell whines as he climbs out of the coffin, having finally managed to get it open. "Skullina Are you okay Darling~" He adds prancing over to me and checking me over.
"What in the world is going on here!?" Ciel screams in annoyance an almost visible aura coming from the child. I sigh and tell them to sit down, after making tea and serving it I tell them about me. How Grell and Undertaker are my mates and about everything, that isn't personal, that has happened since then.
"Another thing added to the list of oddities." Ciel states pinching the bridge of his nose "No matter Undertaker I require your assistance. Sebastian." the little earl then proceeds to pull me and Grell out of Undertakers shop. After about 3 seconds Undertaker goes ballistic, the sign on the front slipping down some. We all walk back in to see Undertaker laying flat on the floor. He is giggling like crazy with a little drool coming out of his mouth. I rush to his side and help him up and wipe the drool from his mouth, him giggling the whole time muttering about seeing utopia. "Now, you have been paid so answer my questions on this case. You two leave now if you will." Ciel orders the last part waving a hand at me and Grell.
Grell starts to yell random things that children should not hear. I simply stare at the boy he is glaring at me only now being eye level, for he is sitting on one of the display coffins. ( I mean when the coffins are put on tables or pedestals for display ) I then turn my attention to Undertaker, he doesn't say anything only smiles in his usual manner.
"Instead of us leaving how about you and Undertaker go to the kitchen. Sebastian will stay with us and help clean. He is part of the reason it's like this now." I say pointing to all the broken jars and beakers, along with everything else that was disturbed. Ciel looks around the shop seeming to just realize what a mess it is.
"Very well I see your point, Sebastian help them while I talk to undertaker." Ciel orders the older man before following the mortician into the kitchen. I watch them go before turning to glare lightly at Grell and Sebastian. Grell flinches and hides behind a coffin only his eyes and top of his head visible, while Sebastian seems unfazed. I sigh grabbing the broom and duster again. I hand the duster to Sebastian and the broom to Grell.
"I trust I don't have to explain how to clean." I say my face seemingly blank, but inside I'm furious that all the cleaning I did went to waste. Sebastian doesn't say anything but starts to dust, Grell pouts and mumbles angrily as he starts to sweep up the broken glass. I sigh and start picking up the books and strange objects that got knocked off the shelves, doing my best to dodge the glass scattered everywhere. But being me even then I screw up, when I went to grab one of the fallen books I cut my fingers and palm. Somehow a few shards of glass worked their way into the pages of the book. I curse silently to myself and stand up intending to go to the washroom to clean my hand.
"Miss Skullina..."
I turn to see Sebastian standing with his hand over his mouth and nose. His eyes are bright red and he is sporting a massive blush. He is emitting a strange aura, he isn't trying to threaten me, he doesn't even seem to be able to control it. Grell is in front of me in an instant, standing protectively chainsaw at the ready.
"Now Bassy~ if you try anything to hurt Skullina, I won't hesitate to die you in glorious blood red." he states giving the butler a smile that is similar to a lunatic.
"W-Why is her blood effecting me this way?" Sebastian mumbles behind his hand. "I do not wish to fight, I do not wish to see what would happen if I smelled more of your blood." he then leaves the shop quickly the door slamming behind him. Ciel comes rushing in Undertaker walking calmly behind him.
"What in the world happened?" Ciel says annoyed. If it is at us ( me and Grell ) or Sebastian I can't tell.
"We have no Idea Brat!" Grell spats placing his chainsaw on his shoulder and sneering at the boy. ( did i get that right? some facial expressions are weird for me to describe ) "He just spazzed out when Skullina cut her hand."
During this I was just standing there spaced out, still not fully comprehending what just happened. And when I felt someone take my hand I jumped, pulling my hand away on instinct. I hear a sad chuckle and sigh in relief when I see Undertaker. He holds out his hand to me so I place my cut hand in his. He carefully examines the cuts and using his long nails starts to pull out the glass shards. I'm surprised that I don't feel any pain from this, especially from the larger pieces in my palm. Once he has pulled all the glass out he looks up at me with a cheshire smile. I can't help the shudder that happens when I see that look. He lifts my injured hand up to his mouth and starts to lick the cuts. I blush at this, especially when I turn to see Grell and Ciel watching.
"W-what is the meaning of this!" Ciel stutters out a light blush coming to his cheeks. Grell chuckles at him loving the fact that he is such a child.
"Shinigami have healing abilities, our blood and saliva can be used to heal. Saliva is a quick way to heal small wounds, blood it for when an injury is more fatal." Grell states leaning down to be eye level with Ciel, giving the boy a slightly seductive grin. "Usually only married shinigami do this, well in our case mates, it is somewhat of an aphrodisiac. " Grell laughs when Ciel's blush deepens and he rushes out of the store, then turns to face me and Undertaker. "How long do you plan to torture the poor girl old man?" Grell asks glaring at Undertaker with his hands on his hips, chainsaw in one hand.
Undertaker releases my hand and snickers at the look Grell is giving him. I pull my hand back and hold it against my chest. I know it's the quickest way to heal my wounds but it's so embarrassing. I turn my head trying to hide my obvious blush. I go to walk into the kitchen but instead of doing what I want, my legs decide to give out on me. Grell yell's out my name but my mind is all fuzzy, and I can't form the words to answer him. Just as I'm about to faceplant the floor one of them catches me, the last thing I see is a flash of silver hair. Then my mind is consumed by darkness, and the nightmares begin.
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Well how was it? I wish to ask people their opinion on who you think is the best match so far. Skullina/Grell or Skullina/Undertaker.
Next chapter will reveal some of Skullina's past, is it good or bad you'll just have to wait and see ' gives a cheshire grin with eyes glowing behind bangs'