The banging on the door became louder and louder with every second, indicating that the person behind it was getting pretty impatient. Undertaker quickly got to his feet. Who could be wanting to see him so badly? Earl Phantomhive perhaps? But if it was him, he wouldn't be knocking so rudely...

More curious than annoyed by the constant banging, Undertaker approached the door and unlocked it with the key from his coat's pocket. When he opened the door, Grell Sutcliff, his face mostly healed now with new glasses, stood.

"Yes?" Undertaker asked, emphasizing the word.

"You're the only undertaker in London, aren't you?" Grell asked bluntly.

Undertaker blinked.

"I wouldn't say I'm the only one, but I'm the one most people come to."

He gave a curious expression.

"Is there an argent reason to be banging on my shop's door?"

"Yes, and you either just made my job a lot easier or harder."

Grell quickly moved passed Undertaker and stepped into his shop.

"If you don't mind, I would like to ask you a few questions," he said. "Regarding if you worked on the corpse of a certain woman."

Undertaker took a moment to study Grell's face, as the sunlight reflected his yellow-green eyes.

There was a familiar look about him that made Undertaker wonder where he had seen this grim reaper before, but he did not question it out loud as he closed the door.

"Well, with the Jack the Ripper case concluded, I have gotten less female guests," Undertaker said with a crooked smile. "But perhaps I may have come across the woman you are looking for..."

A nervous look flashed on Grell's face for a second at the mention of Jack the Ripper.

"Right..."

He took a seat on one of the coffins, as if it was natural, which made Undertaker's grin grow.

"Would you care for some tea, or perhaps a homemade biscuit?"

Shivering like he was recalling a bad memory, Grell quickly shook his head. Undertaker chuckled to himself and walked over to the doorway between the rest of his house and the parlor.

"Tell me, who is this woman you are looking for?" Undertaker asked, his voice unusually loud. "Are you searching for a long-lost relative that may have been kidnapped or murdered?"

Grell crossed his legs.

"Well...it is a bit complicated, but I'm basically looking for this woman who has run away."

Undertaker gave a thoughtful look.

"Ah, a runaway you say? Well that's a bit troublesome..."

"You have no idea," Grell replied with a sigh. "And honestly, I can't blame her, to an extent. But I've been forced to go find her, dead or alive."

"He he he...interesting." Undertaker grinned. "And why are you forced to go find her?"

Grell narrowed his eyes.

"The reason is not important. What is important is if she has been brought to your parlor or not."

Standing up, Grell took out a picture from his giant red coat's pocket, which Undertaker swore it looked like a woman's coat. Grell handed him the picture.

"Here is a photograph of her," he said as Undertaker took it. "Her name is Lucinda Harrowine. A really...odd person, to put it lightly."

Undertaker studied the picture. It was a small photo, clearly an older one as Lucinda looked slightly younger. It looked like a picture taken at some kind of party, for Lucinda was wearing formal attire. Though she had an uncertain look on her face, which was a mix between annoyance and embarrassment, she seemed rather beautiful to Undertaker.

But then he noticed that there was another person in the picture, which was Ronald, who was winking at the camera with a stupid grin on his face. He had his arm around Lucinda, bring her very close to him. Undertaker's grip tightened slightly on the photo.

"Who is this man she is with?" he asked softly.

Grell blinked.

"Oh him? That's her friend, Ronald. He gave me that photograph so I could show people what she looked like."

He sighed.

"Though it is a terrible one, if you ask me. I mean, she looks dreadful!That dress, if you can call it such a thing, is just so unfashionable and colorless and ugly!"

Undertaker stared at the photo.

"...She is very pretty," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I can see why anyone would be worried about her..."

Grell shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess, I mean she is not as pretty as I am, especially in that monstrosity, but different men have different tastes... Even if poor..."

He paused for a moment.

"...Damn, I'm getting sidetracked!"

He quickly snatched the photo out of Undertaker's hand.

"So, have you seen her?"

Undertaker took a moment to reply, the picture of Lucinda and Ronald still fresh in his mind. He gave a small smile.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen or worked on anyone like her."

A look of disappointment appeared on Grell's face.

"Well...my job just became harder."

He sighed dramatically.

"Well, if you do end up getting her corpse brought to you, keep it on hold. I'll probably come back within a month's time...probably."

He made his way to the door.

"Goodbye, Undertaker."

He then left the parlor. Once Grell was gone, Undertaker made his way to the door and locked it again, his mind going all over the place.

"I can't believe you were able to fool him like that."

Undertaker blinked, turning around to see Lucinda. A small smiled appeared on Undertaker's face.

"It would take a lot of effort for him to find out what I really am," he said. "Though even if I was an armature, I doubt he would still be able to see."

He gave a small laugh.

"He is a very simple-minded shinigami, I can tell just by the expressions on his face."

Lucinda smiled.

"Which is a good thing, considering that I was just a hallway away from being caught."

There was a small, awkward silence, Lucinda nervously twirling the ends of her hair.

"So...what exactly did he say?" she asked curiously. "I wasn't able to hear him from my room. I was barely able to hear your warning."

Undertaker smiled.

"He was just asking me if I had you as one of my guests, confirming if you were dead or alive to the higher officials."

"I see," Lucinda replied. "Were you able to get his name?"

Undertaker shook his head.

"No. But he wouldn't be a hard one to miss."

A curious looked appeared in Lucinda's gaze.

"Why, what did he look like?"

"Oh, just a gender confused grim reaper with an odd obsession with the color red and overly long hair that really needs to be cut."

The way he said it made it sound like an everyday sight. Lucinda's eyes widened. Putting her hand to cover her mouth, her face twitched as she tried to contain her laughter. Undertaker smirked.

"...Did I say something to amuse you, m'dear?"

Lucinda took a moment to reply.

"...The way you said that..." Soft fits of laughter escaped each word she said. "The look on your face, oh my God..."

She lost it, unable to control it as she leaned against the doorway for support. Undertaker smiled, a warm feeling growing inside of him.

"It seems that you've gotten over what happened earlier, as you are smiling again, Lucy."

Lucinda immediately stopped laughing. Her eyes slowly looked up at Undertaker, her face redden a bit.

"...Yeah," Lucinda said softly. "I'm really sorry about what happened. I just got too careless and didn't see, well, feel, where I was going and..."

She started twirling the ends of her hair again. Undertaker gave a sympathetic look, moving closer to Lucinda.

"It's alright, Lucy. If anyone is to blame, it is me," he said with a smile. "I should have prepared you more for this kind of assignment and as your teacher, it was careless of me."

Lucinda refused to make eye contact. It was clear she still felt uncomfortable about what happened, and honestly, Undertaker still felt the same way. He didn't know what, but something was developing between the two of them, something that they could not ignore or take lightly.

And how can I properly teach my student if she so scared to look at me in the eye?

"And because of my carelessness," Undertaker continued, "it is only fitting that I apologize to you for it."

Putting a few of fingers underneath her chin, he made Lucinda look up at him.

"So to make up for it, why don't I take you out tonight for a nice fancy dinner? Maybe even show you some of the sights of London and other attractions humans love."

Lucinda blinked, seemingly surprised.

"Really? Can you afford to do that?" she asked.

Undertaker nodded.

"Of course. Besides, I can't remember the last time I had a nice meal or really took the time to see London while I'm not on business..."

"And what about..."

Lucinda's lips twitched slightly.

"...That gender confused red wearing reaper who is after me? Or any of the other reapers that may be out?"

"We'll just have to be careful," Undertaker answered. "Since it will be at night, any other shinigami would have a harder time being able to see."

He smiled.

"So just as long we stay away from the color red or men in suits with large death scythes, we will be fine."

Lucinda chuckled softly.

"True, I see your point. And it would also give me experience how to spot other grim reapers at night."

Undertaker nodded.

"Exactly, m'dear!"