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She'd heard something. A gentle creak of the dusty floor just to her left side. In a split second her dagger was held at the intruder's neck.

"Oooh~… Good morning to you too, Eulalia."

The Undertaker stood without a care in the world and tipped his hat. She sheathed her dagger back in place where it was concealed before. "What now?"

"I was just coming to fetch you for your private art lessons today." He took a folded piece of paper from his coat and straightened it out. It was a god-awful stick drawing of him and I standing side by side.

"Please tell me I'm doing something else…" She averted her gaze to his.

"Of course~!"

It wasn't much longer and I was spying on Ciel as he fumbled through his first day. I already spotted Sebastian in his professor garb and kept him in mind each time I would timidly peek around the corners. It was best not to be spotted even in disguise. Whatever the Undertaker was hiding from me couldn't be revealed, otherwise our deal probably wouldn't hold. Speaking of which, I hadn't gotten anything in return as of yet.

The halls were clearing with the students making way to their classes. I checked around the corner and nearly jumped out of my skin. For a second, I stared dumbfounded at the sight of a reaper strutting down the hall, observing a black book in his hand with his death scythe in tow. I leaned against the wall and casually held a book in my hands. Only a few moments later the reaper was rounding the corner. He hardly gave me a glance in my disguise. I need answers.

He sat there quietly in the office in a disguise of his own holding a paper. He was memorizing all of his research before turning it to ash. He couldn't afford a paper trail with the organization behind him.

Someone came in through the office doors and he looked up, trailing Eulalia's every move until she sat down across from him. What she asked wasn't what he expected though.

"What about our deal. It's time I asked the questions." It was more of a demand rather than a question and he was surprised by how blunt she was. Eulalia… He was surprised she had remembered that name all these years.

"Soon. I promise." Was all he could say to her. For now.

Soon… The word was ringing in her head. No closer to the truth even after months of essentially becoming his servant. She was restless. Eulalia shifted in the chair and took off the wig, throwing it onto his desk without another word. For once the Undertaker wasn't grinning and instead he was patiently watching her. She sighed and swung her legs over the arm, making herself comfortable. "At least let me in on your plans."

"Let us just say I've had a more successful experiment. You'll see soon, dear Eulalia."

She let out a short, unsatisfied hmph and crossed her arms. After a long stare down she finally decided to stand up and settle in the corner with a book that looked rather old; Grimm's Fairy Tales. All the while keeping an eye on the Undertaker who was confused by the new behaviour.

She was halfway through when her eyelids started to weaken. She'd read about four of the tales which were rather gory, but she wasn't all that surprised. Quickly she glanced at the clock. Eleven thirty at night. Her eyes trailed from the clock to the desk… Then the Undertaker, who had sprawled over the desk in slumber just like she did last night. She stifled a yawn in the all-too-quiet room. She was enjoying this peace while it lasted. No doubt his plan would be underway soon.

Despite herself she got up and made her way over to his desk. Even though she'd accompanied him for months already she didn't know anything of him or his life. She stared down at his relaxed face. His hair was out of the way of his eyes and the scar trailing down his face. Timidly she reached out her hands and shifted him slowly against the back of the chair. Her hand retracted and she turned around, pausing when she thought about the curfew. Just then something grabbed her arm and she jerked back. The grip was painfully tight as she looked towards him.

She trailed wordlessly, only managing an awkward croak before he let go. He was already falling back to sleep. How long had he been awake? Eulalia walked away and sank back into the chair in the corner. There was no way she was climbing to the top of the house during curfew.

I started my day by eating a large breakfast, courtesy of the Undertaker, and going off in search of the Earl. I was walking in the hallway when I spotted him after a half hour of roaming and stuck myself to the wall. He was talking to a doll-faced boy over something. An invitation to the Swan Gazebo at four o'clock tomorrow. Perhaps I should've brushed up on how this school's rankings worked, but it didn't matter. Wherever Phantomhive went, I would certainly follow.

Without him noticing I shadowed him through most of the day. Breakfast, lunch, hiding myself outside of classrooms and then a most fruitful room. Sebastian's office. I concealed my steps and lowered my breath outside of the thick wood door. Straining my ears for anything I picked up pieces of their conversation.

"...get the P4 and their inner circle to take a shine to me." Ciel spoke.

"Quite right, sir."

"Why in blazes do I have to… hand out cakes to children…?"

"You can win them over with real sweets…" Sebastian paused and I tensed a second. "However, I am due to… tomorrow at four p.m…"

"I highly doubt we'll be coming to blows. I'll be fine on my own."

Footsteps sounded at the end of the ill-lit hallway and I flinched, retreating to the shadows. The student made his way to the door, knocked, and was invited in. Not a moment later the Earl changed places with the student and walked away, to his house dorm.

I reported back to the Undertaker later that night and woke the next morning with determination. I picked up on his track and stealthily followed him from any cover I could find. A decorative shrub or pillar to make do with.

Halfway to the gazebo these hiding places began to lack and I was forced to slow down. As soon as I successfully made my way though it appeared that Phantomhive was being yelled at.

"... That we would be expecting you at two p.m.!" The doll-faced boy spoke innocently.

I could see Ciel gritting his teeth already. He'd been deceived. A boy named Edward to stepped up and shouted and he was made to retreat.

I reported back to the Undertaker with little to share. Once again taking that wretched wig off. "What's the point to all of this?"

"You just need to make sure Phantomhive and his butler stay in their place until the time is right." He used his hands as a rest for his chin.

"You're the most suspicious 'person' I know." I stated bluntly and stared at him, seriously considering why I had helped him thus far.

"Oh. But you love me too much, Eulalia." His usual demeanor started to gradually return.

"Don't count on it, love." I huffed and contemplated a random thought on my mind. "Besides, how old are you?"

He put a hand to his chin. "Hmm… It has beeen a while since I've been asked that. Let's just say veeery old." His fluorescent gaze met mine. "How old are you now?"

Not what I was expecting.

"Assuming I was born somewhere in Autumn…" I thought hard. "E-eighteen?" I responded unsurely to him.

"Imagine…" He paused for so long I stared at him funny. "Little Eulalia as child! I can only imagine how-" The Undertaker cut himself off and grinned.

My cheeks flushed and I gritted my teeth in embarrassment. "I think it's time I go to bed if you're going to tease me. Good night."

"Sweet dreams~..."