Chapter 13

Attempted Assassinations

By; CherryPoPzzz

(Katherine P.O.V)

I felt lonely.

And depressing.

Ciel had taken all his servants and left!

How boring.

I'm left here by myself having nothing to do. And I'm blaming it all on Ciel. Even though it was me who asked to stay home. And I know that it's my own fault that I stayed behind.

That's why I'm blaming someone else.

I have been ranting in my head surprisingly much nowadays and I'm getting worried. No, not really. I have always done this. Some kind of stress reliever for sure. I have gathered many of those it seems. I don't really know if that's good or bad. I'm going with good.

I had made a visit to Lau yesterday only to find out that he and Ran Mao had gone out of town for a while to take care of some business.

While musing on this I decided to go visit Elizabeth. She had been badgering me about coming to visit anyway and It was a change of pace after living with a bunch of idiots for so long. Lizzie was at least a little more organized.

She still had the innocence of a child that all of the occupants of the Phantomhive manor had lost. It was a little sad if you thought about it. Finny, Mei Rin and Bard was always goofing off so you didn't really notice it. But they had their days when you could see them thinking about what had happened to them before.

Sebastian is a demon. Well that should explain it.

And Ciel.

He had lost his parents and watched his aunt get killed.

I had my fair share of things weighing on my conscience. Every time I moved to another country I adopted a new persona. I have kind of tried on everything there is to do. That's what happens when you have walked the earth for more than two thousand years. It gives you experience, but sometimes it's just boring.

I had entered the stables and was letting Moonlight out to ride him to Lizzie's estate when I remembered Snow's condition and went to check up on her briefly before heading out. She was doing fine it seemed. Her stomach was big, but that was to be expected since she was expecting. I smiled to myself. Another horse. I would have to train it by myself this time. But I was happy about that. Training horses was fun, so wasn't complaining.

Patting Snow on the nose one last time I turned and jumped onto Moonlight, trotting out of the stables.

It seemed like all nobles and high society people had stables since I always had somewhere to keep my horses when I came for a visit. Even Undertaker had a horse. Not by his shop, but a little bit down the street there was a place he could keep his horses.

Now how come I came to think about Undertaker? Yes, he was amusing and entertaining. But he was also a shinigami. Well, retired reaper anyway. Just like me. I'm sure he is trying to figure me out, just like everyone else.

Nothing but a hatchling in my point of view.

There was only one other reaper left that was still living since that war. He was only a couple of years then. He still works as a reaper if I'm not too out of loop. He is in the council I believe. We are quite good friends still.

I haven't seen Michael in some time though. It's been almost two hundred years since last time. He was the demon that took me off the battlefield. A bat demon. It's miracle that he is still alive. The cocky bastard. I have his contract seal on my left hip. It's modified and only work for communication. I can summon him if I want. But I rarely do. It's the seal that strengthen my sensing abilities. The seal looks like a tattoo of a rose tangled in barbed wire. It's kind of symbolic for the two of us. Reminding us about our friendship.

I have another Tattoo on my right shoulder blade. Also a seal, this one for a high classed dragon demon. Another friend I made while I was hiding in hell. It's also a contract built by friendship. The seal is rather big, a red dragon curled around a black pentagram wings outstretched. I'm sure he made it big and noticeable only to annoy me.

They both bear my own little handmade marks. A white lily, petals stained red, dripping with blood in a circle. They both wear it on the insides of their wrists. It's kind of funny how they both nicknamed me petal for my love of roses and lilies.

I smiled a real smile at the thought, my whole face lighting up. Those two troublemakers. I loved them both as brothers. They were my battle brothers too. We fought in a war together after all.

I only noticed that I had arrived at Lizzie's mansion when I heard her calling my name.

I blinked slowly.

That was unexpected.

I patted Moonlight, such a remarkable horse, knowing exactly where I wanted to go. I dismounted and as soon as I reached the ground I was attacked by Lizzie who was hugging me tightly around the waist. I laughed lightly and patted her on the head. She grinned up at me.

"Kat! I didn't know you were going to visit today! No matter, come on. Let's go inside!" She told me whilst dragging me to the entrance of her mansion. She took me to the sitting room where she told a servant to get us some tea. We chatted for a while before Lizzie told me that she wanted to go shopping. I agreed, it was a long time since I indulged her. With Ciel and her mother away she must be terribly bored.

Just like me.

So why not amuse ourselves together?

It seemed rational.

I had a servant prepare a carriage (Ugh!) to London since Lizzie wasn't very good with handling a horse. So I bit my tongue and lived through the relatively short ride into the city. Lizzie ordered a servant to hold our purchases and I found some sadistic amusement with not having to carry them by myself. It was funny to watch him struggle with carrying all the things little lady Midford bought. He had to go back to the carriage and load off a couple of times. I only bought a beautiful silver necklace with a rose pendant hanging from the chain. I could carry that one myself since it was so small. Lizzie had bought a couple of dresses and head pieces to match.

We were walking down an alley when I could feel an ominous presence coming toward us, fast. I pushed Lizzie out of the way just before a slightly curved blade could pierce her. I had to take some damage because of it though. When I saw the attacker though I was slightly surprised.

A reaper.

'What is this? reapers popping out everywhere killing humans?' I thought sourly.

"Elizabeth, I want you to run, alright?" I told her voice telling her not to question it.

She nodded and turned to run.

"Oooh? girly thinks that she has a chance against me huh?" the reaper taunted.

I just stood still, waiting for him to make a move. He was enraged when I didn't answer him and swung his blade at me again.

I dodged while quickly unsheathing my daggers from my thighs after slicing my dress with two miniature knives hidden in the sleeves of my clothing. The reaper snickered.

"You think that you can defeat me with those puny knives? Hah! I don't think so!" He taunted.

I just stood there, the sapphires on the blades glowing eerily.

The reaper lunged again and I dodged and sliced him in the thigh. He shrieked in a rage and threw the blade at me in fast hits. I dodged all but one to get closer to him and delivering a fatal blow to his jugular. He screamed and fell to the floor. His own blade in my stomach. It wasn't fatal but it would take some time to heal since it was made by a reaper blade. I walked up to him, watching him squirm on the ground.

"H h how? I can't be killed my mere humans!"

I dragged my hand through my hair and let my bangs fall as they should, around my face. The reaper on the floor froze and looked at me in awe.

"The goddess of war..." He whispered brokenly.

I grinned savagely and knelt down next to him. My face inches from his, hair falling around our faces. His eyes was wide.

"Let me bestow upon you, the kiss of death." I whispered and kissed him at the same time as I plunged the dagger into his chest. Blood spurting out, covering my hands and the front of my dress.

The kiss of death was a signature move of mine.

I stood up and watched the corpse disintegrate then casually cleaning my blades off on my already ruined dress then sheeted them on my thighs once again.

I felt a little woozy and remembered that I had seen a slight sheen on the blade that was now lying at my feet. I picked it up and looked at it. It was covered in poison. I swore and thought about where the closest hospital were. I would need assistance with getting the poison out of my body. Then a thought occurred to me.

Undertaker!

He lived only a street down from here. So I ripped the edge off my dress and wrapped it around the sword then held it as I walked down the street. It was already dark out so I hid in the shadows. I was wobbling a little when I reached the door of the shop. I knocked and I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Just before the darkness took over I could hear the door opening, a slight shout of surprise and strong arms catching me when I fell.

When I came to again I was lying on my stomach. My back was bare and I guessed Undertaker had ripped it up to get better access to the wound. That still hadn't healed I noticed. I moaned in slight pain and annoyance. The stomach wound had healed before I got to the shop. However I could for the life of me not understand why the wound on my shoulder wouldn't close already.

"My, my. You got into quite the fight didn't you?" A voice came from above me.

I blinked and angled my head to the side to look at him.

"A reaper" I rasped out.

Undertaker gave me a glass of water and I thanked him. He looked at me oddly.

"How did you know that?"

"Eyes. Most reapers have eyes that is the same. They also has a special energy radiating off of them." I told him with a pointed look.

"Ah, so you know?" he inquired

"Of course I do." I muttered, offended.

"No need to be grouchy ~" He sung.

I sighed. This man was impossible I thought with an affectionate smile.

"You have two demon contract marks, how is that possible?" He asked me, suddenly serious.

"They are not normal contract marks. These are forged by friendship. And in turn they bear my own mark, even if I'm no demon." I answered. I saw no need to withhold the truth from him. He would keep it a secret, I was sure of it.

"Then you can't possibly be human. You aren't are you? ~" He sung. Cheerful once again.

"No I'm not" I answered shortly.

"Then what are you, m'dear? ~" He asked.

Instead of answering I pointed to his obscured eyes.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." I told him.

He sighed and seemed to consider it before parting his bangs and opening his eyes.

They were beautiful, especially since there were none of those awful glasses covering them.

He looked at me for a minute before pointing at my bangs. Silently urging me to keep my end of the bargain. I sighed and tugged on the braid in his hair stealing the hair tie on the end of it.

Sitting up I let the front of the dress fall since I had my back to him. I could swear I heard hi breath hitch. I took a nearby towel and wrapped it around myself. It fell down to mid thigh. I stood and stepped out of the dress, taking the stolen hair tie and bending over. Careful not to have my behind turned to Undertaker I hurried to tie all my hair up into a high ponytail. With no hair covering my face I stood up, still with my back partly to the man I turned around.

Eyes still closed.

Slowly opening them and then looking straight into his own uncovered eyes.

He gasped and stared. He walked around the examination table I had been lying on and reached out and touched my face. Rough fingernails trailing my skin. I in turn reached up, since he was taller than me, and touched the beginning of his scar. Trailing it down his face. He shivered lightly and I stopped.

I felt weird.

(Undertaker P.O.V)

Before me stood Katerina Star. The legendary shinigami. Also known as goddess of war. I didn't believe it at first but the gem on her forehead was real and so was she.

By the gods, she was beautiful.

She was powerful too.

And old, really old. She had probably reaped Jesus soul. And I knew for sure that she had fought in a war. I was probably no more than a child in her standards.

That made me sad. But even that didn't stop the affection welling up in my chest. I shivered slightly when I felt her caressing the scar running down my face. Then she stopped. I looked down at her. A slight smile on my face. She was looking slightly ill and I instantly felt a little worry for her. Must be primal instincts, I brushed it off and took her into my arms carrying her out of the room. She made a slight noise of protest before she quieted and leaned her head on my shoulder. She picked up a couple of strands of my hair that was falling over my shoulder and tugged lightly on them.

I chuckled, chest rumbling.

The woman was so amusing.

She looked up at me sheepishly and smiled lightly, offering no explanation. I smiled at her before opening the door leading into the only bedroom in the small house. I put her down on the bed and then turned to my closet. Digging out a dress shirt for her to sleep in. She accepted it gratefully and I turned around so she could change. I took the chance to change into night clothes myself. Then turned to her.

She looked awfully good in my shirt, I mused. Before grinning.

"I hope you don't mind sharing bed m'dear ~" I told her "I have no guest room ~" I explained.

She just smiled and shook her head.

"That's no problem." She told me before crawling under the covers of my queen sized bed. I too went under the covers after her and turned the lights off before falling asleep.

Katerina had already fallen asleep by the sound of her even breaths.

Finished!

There's some fluff in this chapter, tell me if it's acceptable and comment if there's something I should change.

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Till Later

CherryPoPzzz