Kuroshitsuji: Another World

Chapter 26: Maboroshi no basha wa yami wo wake…

The wind whipped wildly through my hair, the trees…nothing but bluish-green blurs as the landscape melted into one solid ephemeral mess. Sebastian was carrying me. I only briefly wondered why the day passed as quickly as it had (especially since I didn't want to do the mission anymore). Sighing mentally, I only had one thought in mind, 'And to think I'd planned on cuddling with Snake before going to sleep. Being held by Sebastian is nice, but I don't think he's in a cuddling mood right now.'

We finally made it to Undertaker's shop just as the last dwindling rays of sunlight were snuffed out by the blanketing darkness. He set me down, taking care to arrange my hair into decency. All at once, he pulled me tightly into his chest. My lips collided with his in a surprised, open-mouthed kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened.

Perfection.

That's the word that popped into my head as his skillful mouth worked against mine. I wanted to pull away, but that delicious tongue of his kept running against mine, making me want more.

'But what about Snake?'

Those words came as a mental slap to my face. Slowly, I pushed against him, my breath coming in stinging gasps. He smiled gently at me before releasing me and disappearing back to the manor. My fingertips softly touched my lips, they felt tender and tingled softly at the slightest touch. I smirked softly, 'Sebastian, you're one hell of a kisser.'

"So are you just gonna stand there like some kind of love sick puppy or are you going to come in?"

I turned, my jaw dropping in amazement, Undertaker stood in the doorway with his arms crossed (and leaning on the door frame), candle light giving him an ethereal glow. Already he'd dressed the part, adopting his role and Hyde's personality. I had to admit, he looked stunning, and he fit into the character like a second skin.

"Is that Nekohime?" Grell's voice sounded from inside the shop.

He emerged, wearing his dress. Strangely enough, while he was holding the skirt of it in his hands, I'd noticed the he'd 'borrowed' the knee high heels that I'd worn once before.

"It is!" He exclaimed, smacking Undertaker on his shoulder, "Don't be rude, she is your attachment for the night you know! Go act like it!"

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the layers of black tulle that my short dress was made of, walking to them. I kind of regretted (now) not telling Nina about my dress flaw, I looked like some demonically disturbed gothic/ emo fairy (that is, minus the smoky gossamer wings).

"I'm not being rude," Undertaker retorted, unfazed by Grell's hit, "I'm just trying to get into character…I just couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy form someone else kissing on my attachment."

"Possessive, aren't we?" I teased, attaching my hip to his. I wrapped an arm around his neck and placed my head on his shoulder, the back of my other hand was the only thing that separated my cheek from his shoulder, "Aren't those mine?" I asked, staring at Grell's legs.

"Yes, these were the only things that matched." He replied, applying a more 'cattish' look to his eyes with some kohl in a hand mirror (we'd forbidden him to wear his glasses). After applying a deep ruby color to his lips and a very pale pink blush to his cheeks, he sighed, brightening, "So, can I give you a makeover?"

My eyes widened, surprised at his question, "I don't know. I've never worn make-up…"

"I'll do it," Undertaker replied, snatching the make-up box from Grell, he smiled and pointed to a stool for me to sit on, "I'll make you look so pretty!"

"Hey! It was MY idea!" Grell argued, pouting.

"Yes, but at least I won't make her look like a clown," He continued, holding my face steady as he applied a dark plum shade of lipstick to my mouth.

Grell's face now contorted into anger, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE A CLOWN!" he yelled, throwing a fit.

Undertaker sighed," My bathroom is over there, Grell. Go clean you face and I'll re-do your make-up." His hand never stopped applying the color to my face. Now he'd moved on to putting kohl around my eyes, as Grell stormed off to do as he was told.

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Eventually, (after Undertaker re-applied Grell's make-up) a carriage showed up to take us to our mission. We all rode in silence, mentally perfecting our roles. Slowly, my mind drifted to the kiss Sebastian and I had shared earlier and to all other kisses I've shared with him and Snake. I knew I'd have to choose soon, but I just didn't want to at the moment. 'I doubt I will ever choose. I can't. I need them both. I want them both.'

A tear slid down my cheek, unnoticed in the shadows of the carriage's inside.

'Why do they both have to be so perfect?'

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It was hot and stuffy. The air reeked of sweat and forbidden ecstasy. The main club's room was so dim, that I felt that I could see better in pitch darkness. There was a subtle, cloyingly sweet smell that left a dry, putrid taste in my mouth.

"Opium, my sweet." Undertaker whispered, replying to my sudden unease and nausea, "Luckily, I won't put you anywhere near that."

Since Grell had disappeared into the crowed and Ciel and Sebastian weren't here yet, Undertaker and I found some seats near a low wall. We sat in a position that gave us (pretty much) a 360 view of the room. I was sitting on his lap facing him, (this gave me a view of what was going on behind him) and he had a view of what went on behind me (that is, if he peeked over my shoulder).

"Nervous?" He asked, fiddling with the metal chain loops that decorated the bodice of my dress.

"A little," I admitted, flicking my eyes away from a couple (that ran seamlessly from mouth to hip) to his.

"Don't be," He replied, leaning up to whisper in my ear, "rumor has it that there are certain dominants here that sense, let alone, smell fear."

I pulled away, pressing him back down and covering my mouth with a hand to stifle a small laugh, "Smell? I wonder how, especially since we've been here maybe ten minutes and all I can still smell is liquor and opium smoke…not to mention sweat and body odor."

His eyes flicked to look behind me, then back to mine, "Ash…" he whispered as he gently grasped my hips with his hands. A small blush colored my cheeks, "Blend."

I withdrew from my bodice, the switchblade he'd given me yesterday. Lightly, I skimmed the point along his exposed collarbone making a thin cut (similar to a paper cut) that welled quickly with blood. Biting my lower lip, my eyes flicked a wordless apology to him as I traced the wound with a finger. I then began outlining his lips with the bloodied finger, he licked them before licking his blood off my finger.

"Look at this. These newcomers are gothic masochists with a blood fetish."

They're so young, but they know what they are doing. I still wouldn't mind pounding into that though."

"I dare you to touch. Heh, word is once they pair, they start acting like wolves."

"I wonder if she'll howl once I tame that pretty little body of hers."

You think it's worth a shot? I wouldn't…"

Undertaker's eyes narrowed as he glared maliciously at the speakers. Still, that didn't stop the hand that spanked me. Immediately, I swung the blade into the arm that had foolishly grabbed me. Laughter and a pain-filled howl sounded behind me.

"She cut me! THE STUPID SHE-WOLF CUT ME!"

"I told you not to mess. When it comes to wild animals like that, you gotta earn their trust first THEN take what's due."

At those words, Undertaker pushed me onto a seat next to us and stood up. Although he was and inch or two shorter than the two dimwitted neanderthals, the aura he exuded was enough to make them both take a step back. They were frightened. A dark stain formed around the crotch of the gorilla that touched me, clutching his right arm just below the elbow, the other just stood there, gaping stupidly at Undertaker. I stood up, wrapping my arms around his waist, trying to prevent him from starting a fight.

"Hyde," I whispered, making my hold tighter, "Let them be. Those morons don't deserve to be touched by your perfection." I glared at them, my voice becoming hard as I spoke to them. "Leave us, but be grateful that I decided that you should live. Go."

They left, mumbling some senseless from of apology. As they walked away, they kept glancing over their shoulders to see if we'd changed our minds and wanted to kill them.

"Und-Hyde," I asked, "you still mad?"

"No, but I owe you for stopping me." Undertaker replied.

"I let him go, "No problem."

He turned and smiled at me, "Look," He pointed to the main entrance, "Jameson and Fleur are here. Time to get started."

I grinned back, attaching myself to him, "Let's do this."