AN: Hello again, everyone! I'm back with another chapter!

IMPORTANT NOTE: Before reading this chapter, please go back and read chapter 10 if you haven't read the edited version. There are bits of important parts in it that are important and you need to read. If you have already read the edited one, please forget about this note.

Anyway, now that's out of the way...

Disclaimer: BLAH BLAH BLAH I DON'T OWN BLACK BUTLER. ;A; (Lol, what the hell was that?)

Okay...Well then. Let's begin this chapter! So excited~

Memorial Scars: Chapter 11

"Young master, it's time for you to wake up. We have much to do."

Like every morning, Sebastian parted the curtains to his glass window and let the bright sunlight flow in. This time, it didn't seem as bright. Ciel blinked several times to get used to the light, and glanced outside. The sky wasn't a beautiful, rich blue like it usually was- it was a dark gray, texture-less rain clouds covering the entire sky like a blanket. Everything seemed so much darker without Tsunami. It was like she had permanently changed his life, and once he had gotten a bit of her, you wouldn't be able to let her go.

Ciel swallowed to revive his dry throat, and gently rubbed his eyes with his pale hands. He blinked twice again and slowly stretched his sluggish arms above his head. He flexed his thin fingers as he brought down his hands to his side, and then Sebastian stood before him, a black eye-patch held in his gloved hand. He brought up his white-gloved hands to tie it on, and as he did so, he said, "First, I will show you a newspaper regarding Judgement, and tell you of the information I found." Once Ciel nodded approvingly, Sebastian continued. "I'm guessing were going to take a visit to the undertaker, and if not, I suggest we look around town. I have some places I have in mind." "Alright," Ciel responded shortly, his clothes now put on by Sebastian.

His butler quickly grabbed a gray hair brush off the black table next to Ciel's comfy bed and gently tugged it through the master's soft, short blue hair. He made sure to get through all the tangles, since Ciel had a bit of a nasty bed head. Once Ciel's hair was detangled and neat, they moved onto the bathroom. Ciel brushed his teeth and washed his face and other necessities for the morning. Then they traveled down through the large hallways of the Phantomhive estate to go to the breakfast room, and greeted the three Phantomhive servants on the way. They were all still pretty groggy and drowsy, but were trying their best not to show it in front of their master.

Once Ciel and Sebastian had reached the dining room (which had a table with Ciel's breakfast on it), Ciel sat down in his chair and surveyed the food laid out for him. "What am I eating?" He asked, eyeing his breakfast. "There are strawberry-jelly filled scones with a brown crisp, salted organic boiled eggs, and a cup of fat-free, organic white milk," Sebastian replied. Ciel nodded silently, and picked up his fork to eat. After a few seconds, Ciel inquired, "What of Judgement? Show me the newspapers." Sebastian nodded, and picked up a pile of papers with inscriptions and pictures on it from the other side of table.

Ciel held out his hand, and Sebastian placed the newspapers in it. Ciel's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the news on the old newspaper. There was a big headline on a newspaper dated approximately twenty-five years ago. The headline read: "DOLOR MURDER CASES SOLVED". Murder cases? Ciel thought suspiciously as he took a sip from his cup. His eyes climbed down the page to read the article.

DOLOR MURDER CASES SOLVED

The Dolor murder cases were a mystery to the entire detective department. No one was able to find the murderer. So, the case was handed over by the orders of Queen Victoria to Vincent Phantomhive. It was solved in record time— a mere three days. The detectives had taken a month to attempt to solve this murder, and Vincent Phantomhive had solved in a short amount of time.

The first murder Dolor had committed was in London, which naturally, caught a lot of attention. The victim was a married couple, both the age of twenty-four. One was a man named Joshua Albers, and the other victim was a woman named Victoria Albers. They were brutally murdered and cut up in a dark alleyway at approximately 3:36 AM. They were drained of all of their blood.

The other murders traveled up north, from Oxford to Carlisle. They were all murdered in different ways, but the one thing all of them shared in common was that they were all drained of their blood. In total, there were 48 deadly murders spread across the country of Great Britain.

Vincent Phantomhive and several other unknown people searched for Dolor after one of her murders. The chase took approximately four and a half hours. She was caught in the middle of a dark forest with an accomplice. The accomplice's name was Iratus, the same age as Dolor, whom were both twenty. Dolor and Iratus were arrested on October 13th, 1850 at 3:00 AM.

After not much discussion, a verdict was made in court. Both were given the guilty verdict and the death penalty. Dolor died on October 15th at 6:47 PM, and Iratus died on October 15th at 6:48 PM.

Peace has settled once again in Great Britain, and we all hope nothing similar to this incident ever happens again.

(AN: I don't think a Phantomhive case would be put in a new article, but for the sake of the fanfic, I put it in the newspaper. Just wanted to clear that up.)

Ciel's eyes widened at the sight of his father's name on the paper, let alone Dolor and Iratus. Dolor and Iratus were of Judgement, and had been given the death sentence, according to the newspaper. How are they alive? Ciel pondered, biting his fingernail. Oh...Wait... I know, Ciel realized with a pang. "If you are wondering how they are still alive, they were brought back from the dead by Mors," Sebastian informed him. "Yes, I just figured that out," Ciel replied, grimacing. So, he must have the power to bring people back to life... That will be a problem... Ciel thought.

"As you see, Iratus and Dolor are...Partners in crime, I suppose," Sebastian said. Ciel nodded, and an image of Iratus and Dolor popped into his mind. Dolor: the one with the floor-length hair as dark as the night, with crazed magenta eyes. Iratus: the one with the blood-red, spiky hair and the burning, dark blue eyes. He hated them both— he hated anyone who was in Judgement.

"Don't you have some sort of report for me?" Ciel asked Sebastian. Sebastian nodded, and began to talk. "Yes, my lord. I found some human experiments that had Judgement's scent on them. One was a girl that had her DNA mixed with a tabby cat's." Sebastian had a weird look on his face when he said that. Ciel's eyes narrowed, and then he questioned suspiciously, "I'm guessing you brought this cat girl with you?" Ciel's voice was grateful, but exasperated at the same time. "Yes, I did. She was barely alive, so I had to get her back as quickly as possible," Sebastian explained. "Your head must be in the clouds right now," Ciel mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said, young master," Sebastian said innocently. Ciel rolled his eyes and responded, "It's nothing."

"Didn't you say there was 'some' human experiments? There must be more than one, correct?" Ciel asked. "There was another human experiment, yes," Sebastian admitted, "...Although he was already dead," He finished. "Ah, I see. Was this boy's DNA mixed with an animal as well?" Ciel inquired, the question nagging him. He bit into his third scone, chewing it thoughtfully as he waited for an answer. "Yes. His DNA was mixed with a chocolate Labrador." Sebastian frowned, but quickly covered it up. Ciel thought, looks like his love for cats affected his choices...

"Can I see the girl right now?" Ciel asked as he finished his scone. "Well, she is currently asleep, so maybe after we go to the Undertaker?" Sebastian suggested, obviously wanting the girl to rest. Ciel blew his hair out of his face and said, "Fine." He stood up from his seat, as his breakfast was finished. "We should be going out now. Get my coat and we shall head out," Ciel ordered, walking towards the door. "Your wish is my command, my lord," Sebastian bowed as he disappeared to fetch the young master's coat.

Sure enough, when Ciel reached the door, Sebastian was patiently waiting there for him, a black coat in head. Sebastian put the coat on Ciel, and he said, "Let's get going to the Undertaker's as quickly as possible." "Yes, my lord," Sebastian said calmly. They walked out the door and into the daylight, going into their carriage that was called for them by Sebastian. They hopped in and they started driving to the Undertaker's.

Once they were there, dropped off, and the carriage was far away, Ciel began to go into the Undertaker's place, or whatever it was. Even though Ciel was extremely worried about Tsunami and saving her, he was still nervous about how he was going to make the Undertaker laugh. Sebastian would be able to do it, but who said he wasn't going to be forced to make him laugh? Sebastian opened the old, wooden door in front of him with ease, and the worn hinges squeaked in protest. Ciel strode right in, met with a room full with coffins and dark walls. It was no different than the last time he had been here. The undertaker was nowhere to be seen. Ciel sighed in annoyance and looked around the large room, searching for the Undertaker's presence. When he wasn't found, Ciel called out to the empty space, "Show yourself, Undertaker." Sure enough, Ciel heard a creak of a coffin door opening. His eyes flashed to the right, to see a black coffin with the Undertaker inside. The lid was off, and the Undertaker stepped right out, smiling at them.

"Why, hello there, Earl Phantomhive and Sir Michaelis. Such a delight to see you. Are you interested in purchasing a coffin~?" The Undertaker asked with a joking tone in his voice. His long, pale gray hair was reaching down to the floor. As usual, was wearing his black top hat. His bangs covered up his eyes, and a scar was visible on his face. Sebastian greeted, "Hello." Ciel merely said, "No. You know what I'm here for." When Ciel impatiently glared at him, the Undertaker's mouth curved up. "You know, you seem..." The Undertaker searched for a word. "...Different. Changed." When Ciel stiffened, The Undertaker's grin grew wider. "Ah," The Undertaker whispered, knowing he was onto something good. "Tell me what happened. I'm sure it'll make a first-rate laugh!" He chuckled quietly.

"…" Ciel felt stuck. He really didn't want to tell the Undertaker anything at all about his Tsunami. He had a feeling that the Undertaker would certainly...Laugh his head off at him and their relationship, and that's not he wanted. But, if that's what he had to do— then he would do it. He—!

"I'll make you laugh, if that's what you require," Sebastian offered, taking a small step forward. The Undertaker's mouth curved down, seeming heavily disappointed that Sebastian was coming to his aid, but at the same time, expected it. Ciel gave a quiet sigh of relief, a weight coming off his chest. He was happy that he himself didn't have to make the Undertaker laugh. The Undertaker was silent, staring at Sebastian and Ciel.

"...I do want a laugh..." The Undertaker began slowly, walking in a circle. "...But…" He turned to face them. "…Not from you. I would like a laugh from the Earl Phantomhive himself," The Undertaker's face was no longer disappointed. It was the opposite—it was smirking maliciously, like it was a cat that had trapped a mouse. A shiver of dread ran through Ciel's body as he stared at the smiling Undertaker in horror, and the weight came dropping back like an anvil.

Oh. No. I have... I have to tell him...That…That… This isn't... Oh...No. OH NO! Ciel screamed mentally, beginning to freak out on the inside. He glared frighteningly at the Undertaker, but he was unfazed, smiling right back.

"We don't have all day," The Undertaker teased, walking closer to Ciel. "Hehehe…Tell me...Are you in a new…relationship?" Crap. He knows! Ciel realized. Ciel felt his face start to heat up, and with all his might, he was trying to force himself not to blush. "Nn-no!" Ciel stammered. When he had seen what he had done, he thought, Dammit, I stuttered! "Did you just stutter? The Earl Phantomhive stuttering? Preposterous," The Undertaker commented amusedly, another chuckle escaping his throat. Ciel glared at the Undertaker, thinking, this bastard is so enjoying this right now.

"I did not!" Ciel barked. It was getting harder and harder trying not to blush now, which didn't help a bit. "Ah, so you are in a relationship! With who? She must've been quite an angel to melt the cold Ciel," The Undertaker taunted again, grinning. Ciel bit his lip in worry and looked back at Sebastian for help. Sebastian just gave Ciel a very dark look, as if saying, I apologize, young master, but you must tell him. I cannot help you. As Ciel processed this, he felt all of his hopes being vigorously crushed to tiny, bite size pieces.

"Her- Her n-name is Tsu-Tsunami Mizu!" Ciel blurted out, a full, dark red blush erupting on his face. He embarrassedly looked away from the highly amused expression of the Undertaker, deciding to stare at the floor instead. "I thought she was dead… I guess not," The Undertaker murmured. "Do you…love her?" He asked slowly, attempting to savor every single word. Ciel's blush only grew darker, thinking; I hope I don't start rambling. If I do, it'll be the death of me—but I have to answer truthfully…

"I love her very much," Ciel choked out, the blush heating up. "Everything. I love every bit." Alright, that's enough, Ciel ordered, but his mouth couldn't stop moving. Wha—?! "Her soft, wavy, navy blue hair, her porcelain skin, her beautiful blue eyes you could lose yourself in, her kindness and trustworthiness, her love, her personality, her soft lips—" Ciel bit his tongue to cease his ranting, and he swore his face was on fire. He clenched his hands in a tight fist and could hear the Undertaker trying to suppress his giggles.

"S-So," The Undertaker said unevenly, his stifled laughs disturbing his speech. "H-How much d-do…You l-love her? Tell me everything." Ciel thought in embarrassment, Please let this be the last question…

"I love her so much I would willingly trade my life for her happiness in a flash. I would do anything for her, even die for her. My life is not complete without her—if she is not by my side, I'm not content. Everyone else could be dead for all I cared, but I just need her. I love her that much," Ciel said confidently. The Undertaker stared at him in pure disbelief, but was still amused.

"One last question—really," He promised. Ciel rolled his eyes and mumbled, "This better be the last one…" "Did you two kiss?" He whispered, a grin spreading across his pale face once again. It was extremely mischievous. "I—…Yes. Twice," Ciel admitted quietly. He stared at his feet, his back feeling hot from all the embarrassment. His face was blushing five thousand new shades of red. He could feel Sebastian's shock behind him, and the amused Undertaker in front of him.

"…"

"HAHAHAHAHA—!"

The Undertaker burst out into a fit of giggles, clutching his stomach with his arms and hands. "Hilarious! Earl Phantomhive? In a relationship? Cheating on Ms. Midford? Kissing?! Loving someone that much?! This is way too much!" Ciel winced at the "Cheating on Ms. Midford" part, but said nothing as he watched the Undertaker laugh like a school girl. Ciel rigidly turned his gaze back to Sebastian, whose face was stone hard. Ciel was as stiff as a board as he forced his gaze back to the quieting-down Undertaker.

"Are you quite done yet?" The black butler questioned darkly. The Undertaker choked out a laugh, and then forced himself to stifle it. "I—I believe so," he answered, a content sigh escaping his throat as he walked to set up some coffins. "What are—?" Ciel asked, but was cut off by the Undertaker, who said, "These are for you to sit down on. I believe you wanted to ask me about Judgement? That answer is going to take quite a while." He knew, Ciel thought.

Ciel and Sebastian took a seat on the coffin somewhat reluctantly, and the Undertaker took a seat in the opposite direction. "I have one question that has been nagging at me," Ciel started. The Undertaker smiled, and said, "Ask away. I've got all day."

"…Who is the grim reaper that helped Mors?" Ciel asked.

"…I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that."

"What?!" Ciel exclaimed. "You must know!" He stared at the Undertaker, and he didn't seem so giddy anymore—rather, he seemed anxious. "What are you hiding?" Ciel demanded. "Nothing," He replied a little too quickly. "I know you know. Tell me, now!" Ciel ordered.

"…"

The entire room was silent. No one was saying a word. Ciel didn't even dare breathe. The Undertaker was no longer smiling anymore. He was frowning, actually, and it wasn't pleasant. The atmosphere was thick, and it was growing thicker by the seconds.

"I believe it's not Grell Sutcliff, Ronald Knox, or William T. Spears," Ciel said, thinking it would be best to tell his suspicions. The Undertaker nodded slowly, as if stalling. Sebastian stared at the Undertaker, and it had not gone unnoticed by the funeral director. He stared right back (Or at least, as much as he could stare with those bangs in his face), slightly daring.

Sebastian's eyes turned purple.

The Undertaker was unmoving.

He stared at him.

He stared right back, his gaze locked.

Ciel looked at them weirdly, not understanding what was going on. Sebastian noticed, and said, "There is only one more death god that we know, correct?" Ciel nodded, and replied, "Yes, that's the—" He stopped talking. A pang of realization hit him, and there was only one more guess. It made total sense, and he wasn't going to hesitate asking.

"…Undertaker." Ciel said. "…Yes?" He responded, his voice raspy.

"Are you the death god that helped Mors?"

The Undertaker looked at him, still silent. He had not spoken this entire time. Ciel demanded, "I need an answer! Tell me!" He stood up and glared at him. The Undertaker raised his head to look at him. Then, the Undertaker smiled. It wasn't a happy smile.

"…Haven't you already figured it out, Mr. Earl?" The Undertaker whispered. He was chuckling hollowly—it was empty. Ciel's and Sebastian's eyes widened in sync and Ciel persisted, "Wait! That must mean…Doesn't that mean the grim reaper is — "He stopped. The Undertaker stopped him by raised his hand. Ciel shut his mouth, looking at the funeral director.

The Undertaker let out a long, dejected, sigh. He raised his hand to remove his hat, and dropped it to the floor. It was as loud as an explosion in the rigid silence. Then, he brought up his other hand to move his long bangs out of his face. Ciel's eyes widened in surprise. He had seen this eyes only once from the Undertaker—and that was in the Campania.

A pair of piercing, startling, bright green eyes met the blue eyes of the Earl.

It all made sense. Ciel knew who the death god was. It was the red-haired grim reaper, the one with the lawnmower, or the stoic death god. It was none of them, and of course, that only left one possible choice left.

"Yes. I, the Undertaker, was Mors' partner in crime."

AN: I'M SO SORRY IF I SPOILED ANYTHING FOR ANYONE. I'M SO SORRY IF I DID. *cries and send ten thousand apologies*

Yes, the Undertaker is a grim reaper. Anyone who has read the manga knows that. My deepest apologies to fr0stedflakes. T^T

But, I'm glad this is done…

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