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New A/N in profile (also, this will be following the manga and not the anime of Black Butler)
What was he up to?
Kagome looked up to the sign of the funeral parlour, glancing at the Undertaker out of her corner of her eyes while he merrily hummed a tune as they arrived at his work place, having walked there from the cemetery on foot, though that was not much of a problem on either of their parts.
'Why would be request my presence for the day?' The Miko wondered, chewing on her last bone-shaped biscuit, 'I doubt he will tell me the real answer if I just asked him outright.'
"Well then, M'dear," The Undertaker bowed, opening the door to the funeral parlour as he grinned almost maniacally at her, "Do make yourself at home~!"
"I hope I won't be a bother to your business," Kagome said sincerely, stepping into the funeral parlour with the Undertaker right behind her and her senses immediately focused on that strange coffin that she had noticed earlier when they had visited before, "But I can help in any way I can if you want me to."
"I be not so greedy," The Undertaker chuckled, waving off her offer, "Having your presence to meself for a teensy bit is all that I want!"
Kagome blinked before letting out a sigh, "Surely I can't be the first holy human you have ever met?" She asked in slight disbelief, "Christianity is strong in this country and so is the supernatural, so Priests and Priestesses should not be extinct in Britain."
"Ah, ah~" The Undertaker waved his finger almost playfully at her, "Not quite so," He grinned, "Perchance you are projecting what you know of your homeland onto this empire?" His grin only stretched at the curious tilt of her head, "Demons, the kind you are so used to, are not so common here. Britain is the main Realm of the Faes."
"Faeries, you mean?" Kagome looked taken back for a brief moment, "I..." She faltered, "I have never encountered a Faerie before," She admitted, "But why would that affect the numbers of holy humans here? Faeries are no less dangerous than Youkai."
"Of course," The Undertaker agreed, "But with the human population growth and the growing belief in science over religion, the Christian God sees no need to grant Britain the blessing of a holy one," He chortled, "Never seen me a British holy Priest or Priestess in the time I've been around."
"Still doesn't make much sense to me," Kagome muttered, moving her head to eye that coffin so she could change the topic before it became too uncomfortable, "I'm just going to ask now," She pointed at it, "Just what in the hell are you trying to do there?"
The amusement on Undertaker's face did not fade at all like she expected, "Caught on, have ye?" He smirked, "What do you intend on doing about it?" He asked almost in a casual manner.
"Nothing," Kagome answered, much to the Undertaker's slight surprise, "I'm just curious as to why a Death God, of all beings, is trying to resurrect someone who is already dead," She shrugged, "And besides," A brief dark expression appeared on her face, "I'm the last one to criticize anyone trying to bring back someone of the dead. It would just be hypocritical of me."
"So, why bring it up then?" The Undertaker's eyes flashed from underneath his hair and his smirk grew, "You have the power to try and stop me from committing one of the greatest of taboos."
The Miko stayed silent for a moment, "I just want to save whomever is in there from suffering," She finally stated, "If you don't have the correct tools to truly revive someone from death and are just using dark spells and other foolish means, then this person will endure a tragic existence if you actually succeed."
Kikyou was proof enough of that.
"Then come at me!" The Undertaker spread his arms wide as his manic expression returned, "And stop me like a good little Priestess should!"
"And waste precious Mana on you?" Kagome huffed, "No, as I already said, I would be a hypocrite for condemning on such actions when I, myself, have been brought back from death many times and even requested for others to be revived," She glanced away from the coffin, "I thought it would just be a courtesy to warn you of the consequences."
A cold hand on her face surprised her.
"And I will take in account of what ye have said," The Undertaker playfully pinched a cheek and was out of her space before she could automatically slap his hand away, "Why don't I fetch you some more biscuits?" And with that, he was walking out of the main room as she stood there in shock, "I added a special ingredient to them, just for you, dear Poppet~!"
'He's fast!' Kagome rubbed her cheek, berating herself for letting down her guard when it quite clear he was potentially a dangerous foe, 'I can sense he's very powerful, but just how strong is he?!'
No.
'It shouldn't be anything to worry about,' The Priestess thought, 'I can purify him or at least cause some serious damage to him if my Mana stores are low if we ever fought,' She let out a breath, 'Besides, I doubt a Shinigami can ever get near Sesshoumaru's level.'
It just wasn't possible.
Right...?
Kagome jumped, startled when the door to the funeral parlour opened and in walked two men – both with a rather serious expression to their faces.
'Why did he have to leave now?' Kagome panicked a bit, not expecting customers, but quickly put a shaky smile to her own face as she attempted to greet them, "How can I help... you?" She almost stumbled back, staring wide-eyed at the taller male while the shorter held up a piece of paper.
"We are searching for someone," The male asked in accented English, holding up a rather crude and childish drawing of what appeared to be that of a female, "Have you seen an Indian woman who looks like this?" He asked in an almost haughty tone.
Kagome vaguely knew she was being extremely rude, but she gaped at the white-haired Indian male, sensing something that was very familiar, though unfamiliar at the same time – probably because he was most certainly of a different religion than her, 'T-that man is...!'
There was no mistaking it.
"I asked you a question," The shorter male frowned, waving the paper around as if to snap her out her daze, "Are all you British so rude?" He demanded, not liking the fact that this girl was gawking at his servant and not at him.
"Your Highness, this woman does not appear British," The white-haired male said, staring at Kagome intently, not sure what he felt, but he knew she was not anyone ordinary, "She appears to be from the far east."
"Still, I have asked a question, and she does not answer, just stares," The shorter male huffed, "That is still rude, no matter where one hails from!"
'That man is...' Kagome felt her face grow red and heat up, knowing it was from sheer excitement, 'He really is one!'
He was a holy one!