Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: AhHah! Decided to review another chapter ^^ Maybe this will help me with my slump? I don't know… but I figured I should give you guys another chapter =3 Enjoy!

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Undertaker hummed as he pushed his glasses higher on his nose, diligently filling out forms for the council. The paperwork wasn't as difficult as it used to be, but he still wasn't thrilled about filling out forms. Not only did he have to fill out forms for the council, but he also had papers from his clients. Finally noticing how much time had gone by he looked at his watch hidden under his cloak, raising an eyebrow at the time. It was irregular for Sophie to not come by the living room to say goodnight to him. Did she sneak out again?

Deciding to finish the letter in his hands before investigating, he took out an envelope and sealed the back with melted wax. Taking out a silver crested ring he pressed it into the wax, leaving the letter on the desk to dry while he searched. Putting his glasses away and setting his black hat back atop his head, the Undertaker walked out of the living room and leered down the narrow hallway. Hearing shuffling in the main room he crept slowly down the hallway, peeking behind the curtain and peering through. "There you are," Sophie smiled as she lay sitting sideways on top of a coffin lid and stared at him with a grin on her face. "I was wondering when you would come looking for me."

The Undertaker couldn't help but giggle, noticing the suggestive look in her eyes and the outfit she casually wore on her body. She was wearing a black and thin see through cloth she draped over her body like a dress. Using a thicker black cloth, Sophie wrapped it around her chest and around the top of her thighs in a stylish manner, but much like an ancient way of wearing clothing he quickly realized. She braided her long auburn hair down to one side of her face and wore silver sandals on her feet. He saw that Sophie was wearing her mother's green ring around her neck and her angelic black and gold robe around her waist. Then he grinned as he crept towards her, a hand reaching out and brushing the side of her large black wings as the Undertaker sat down next to her. "Whatever are you doing little maiden?" he giggled at her.

"You told me to come up with something else to pay you," she smirked, "so~… What do you think?"

"Absolutely stunning," he chuckled, running his nails through the wings that hung delicately by her side. He smirked when she tried to hold back a shutter from his touch, knowing how sensitive Sophie really was. "What do you plan on doing in this outfit. Seducing me~~?"

"If you want," she shrugged as she sat up on the coffin and poked his chest. "Honestly I wanted to stretch my wings out for a while. Is that a crime?"

He shook his head and kissed her forehead, giggling as he did. "Is this what you do to get information, hmmm~?" he hummed against her skin.

"Only for you," she smirked, "I wouldn't do this with anyone else… well maybe Jericho, but ego tibi," she admitted with a giggle. "And~" Sophie said quietly as she looked at the braid in his hair and twisted it around her finger, "if you give me the information too~, well that kills two birds with one stone right?"

The Undertaker wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close, eyeing her suspiciously. "Seriously Sophia… why?"

"Didn't I just say it?" Sophie pouted. "One, I want to stretch my wings. Two, this is only for you. Three… I want your information," she grinned. "But," she sighed, "maybe this was a bad idea. I just wanted to try the outfit idea out –"

She paused as his lips brushed against hers as the Undertaker began to knead his fingers into her wings and feeling the thin skin hidden under her dark feathers. "Don't do this," he grumbled to himself.

"I hear you do this all the time," she mumbled into his ear. He paused, slowly taking his hands off of her to stare bewildered into her ingenuous crystal blue and light shinigami green eyes. "You've done this with clients right? Well… aren't I one of your clients –"

"Yes~~" he hushed her with a finger, "but for you to do these sorts of things is unnecessary. Don't do this again."

Sophie frowned, looking at the ground in shame as she scooted away from him slightly. "Then… I think I should go to bed and come up with something else –"

"We a startling development in the streets of London," he giggled to himself, hanging onto Sophie's hands as he spoke, "and you may have heard the name, the Leather Apron."

"Oh," Sophie smiled.

"If you plan on helping me, then you'll come across his lovely decapitated~ victims~~" he giggled and poked the top of her chest. "Well? Good enough for you?"

"Yeah actually," she chuckled. "Though… there is a little apprentice of mine who wants to learn about anatomy. You think he could come by and help?"

"… If he shows up then I don't mind," he smiled, happy to see the sparkle back in his little maiden's eyes, "but he's your apprentice so your~ responsibility."

"I know," she smiled. "He wanted to come by anyways since I've been blabbing on about how I lived at a morgue all my life." Then she leaned her head on his shoulder, letting her wings brush against his back as she closed her eyes. "Did I make you mad?" she sighed.

"No," he answered, lifting up one of her hands and kissing the top of her hand with a grin on his face. "Only thinking," he giggled to himself. "… I'm sorry for being insensitive. Perhaps the way I was raised wasn't a way to try to raise you."

"Don't be like that," she looked up at him with a smile. "You raised me fine… Are you regretting something dad?"

"No," he chuckled, "I'm grateful to have met you Sophia."

Sophie smiled and leaned up to his face, "So am I," she giggled, placing a gentle kiss on his lips and brushed his bangs from his face. "Should I just go to bed? I was hoping to sleep in a coffin –"

"That's your game is it?" he giggled into his sleeve before his face surprisingly got softer as he leaned closer to her face. "Hmmm… since you went to all~ the trouble," the Undertaker said suggestively as he took a lock of her hair and twisted it around his finger, "and you still haven't had your sustenance of blood for the day, how about –"

He was quickly stopped as Sophie pressed her lips against his, forcing him to lean into her body and take her in his arms. "You don't have to explain," she smiled at him as they parted lips. "Just do it."

He chuckled and pressed their lips together, his hand pressing her head deeply into his. "I simply adore you, little maiden," he grinned. "Don't forget that."

"Yes dad," she giggled, her eyes slowly becoming mesmerized by his bright shinigami green and yellow eyes. Sophie brushed a hand over the scar on his face before she gently kissed him on the eye, her lips straying down his face and back to his lips.

The Undertaker grinned at the angelic stare in her eyes, noticing as she leaned closer to his face and kissed him close to his eye that she adored him too. As she pressed her lips against his he gripped her back tightly, running his hands down her back and pressing her chest up against his. She shuddered as he brushed by her wings again, causing him to chuckle as they parted from the kiss. "Cold little maiden~?" he breathed into her ear, biting down on her earlobe as her body shuddered away from him.

She mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to keep her body close to him. He chuckled before the muscle in his smile lightened as he pressed his lips on her neck and hugged her close. The Undertaker fussed with the light dress she wore and slipped it off her body, sighing into her neck as she shuddered and tired to hold back a moan. He slipped off his coat as Sophie knocked off his hat, taking care of the locket around his side as he set it down gently beside them. Sophie took off his beads and threw them to the side, moaning as her breasts were squished up against his firm chest. She pressed her lips into his and he stuck his tongue into her mouth, exploring the inside of her sweet mouth and grinning as she continued to moan and groan by his touches.

He slipped his hand under her dress and untied the cloth off the back of her neck, letting the dress fall down her body and land on their knees. The Undertaker grabbed her and wrapped her knees around his waist, setting her down on his lap as he ran his hands all over her. He cuffed her breast with one hand and pressed his hand between her thighs with the other, stroking both of them in a circular motion. Sophie let go of his lips and groaned, raising her back to him and bending her body back on his knees. He giggled at her submission to him, setting her body down on the coffin they were sitting on and climbing on top of her. Rubbing his hands back and forth on her skin he leaned his mouth to her other breast, licking the little nub before he began to suck. Sophie gasped as she closed her eyes tightly, letting him take her body as he enjoyed the sounds she was making under him.

She groaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his crotch between her legs and rubbing her body up to him. He stopped and groaned, not expecting the sensation going up his spine as he looked up at her and chuckled. "My, my~ aren't we forceful?"

"D-dad," she let out a breath and sighed, looking up at him as she panted. "H-how do you do this to me?" she asked him, letting her body fall back to the coffin as she laid there limp before him.

He smiled as he leaned into her face, giving her a kiss on the lips as she looked back up at him. "I seem to have a knack for controlling people," Undertaker giggled until his voice got quiet and he whispered quietly to her. "Don't ever change on me little maiden."

"I won't," she smiled to him, arching her back and gasping as he ran his hands through her wings. He groaned as he heard her gasp in delight, running a hand down her chest and down along her thighs.

Then she yelped in confusion as he flipped her body over, her wings fanning out behind her and brushing up at Undertaker's face. "This may feel weird," he told her in a whisper as he ran a hand down her back, "but let me take care of it."

Sophie gasped in surprise as he ran his face through her wings, kissing it gently as his hand trailed down the other wing. He combed his fingers through her feathers, an electric sensation running down Sophie's spine and causing her to yell with pleasure. "U-undertaker!" she gasped as he bit down on her skin and ran his teeth through her wings, "m-my god!" she yelped. She trembled as he left her wings, kissing down her shoulder and pressing a hand on her back.

"Content?" he asked as Sophie tried to turn her head and nod. Then he flipped her back over and picked her up, letting her wrap her arms around his neck as he walked into the living room. Opening up the coffin that laid in the middle of the room, he set her down inside first before following in after her. Then he wrapped his hands around her body, shifting their weight so they were both comfortable in the coffin. He closed the lid behind them, concealing them in the darkness. He ran his fingers through her wings as Sophie leaned up to his chest, biting down and causing crimson to flow from the cut. He chuckled and then sighed, letting her suck on his chest as they slowly went to sleep.

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Sophie hummed to herself as she finished sewing up a body, scratching excess glop on her hands as she went to the kitchen to wash her hands. "Oh Undertaker," she said as she wiped her hands dry on a rag, "what time is it?"

"Around noon I think," the Undertaker shrugged as he left the room and walked into the main room. "Why little maiden?"

"Only wondering," she shrugged as she followed behind him into the room. "I just know that –" Then she paused, hearing the doorbell open and two tall men in uniforms and big hats come walking in.

"Is this the Undertaker's residence?" one of them asked sternly.

"Hehe~ he~" he giggled as he grinned widely and jumped over in one bound at the men. They jump back suddenly at his actions, getting an eye roll from Sophie as she sat down on a random coffin and eyed them suspiciously. "A group of Basset Hounds come to do the Queen's work, hmmm~?" he giggled at the glares from the two of them.

"No," one of them huffed, "it's involving –"

"Let me guess," Sophie sighed as she leaned her back against the wall, "a woman died right?"

"… Who is she?" one of them pointed, but the other man shook his head and set his arm down.

"My little… wifie~" he giggled to himself as he leered over the man who asked the question. The man gulped as the Undertaker sneered before straightening out and staring at the other man through his silver bangs. "Do you want to see how it feels to sleep in my custom-made coffin as the last time~?" he giggled into his sleeve.

"N-no thank you," the man huffed and straightened out his uniform. "We're here with another body from… ummm –"

"Wow what a dolt," Sophie shook her head with her arms crossed over her chest. "Just get on with it," she growled and stared sternly at him.

The other man glared back at her, flinching back when a black robe fluttered in front of his face and made his way over to the woman sitting on the coffin. "You must excuse her," the Undertaker explained, "she has a low tolerance for obtuse~ people."He giggled as he wrapped an arm around Sophie and pulled her close, while she only looked away and mumbled something to herself about how the man is an idiot.

"Madman," the policeman mumbled under his breath low enough for the Undertaker to not hear, or so he thought. "Anyways," he began again, "our business is that a body of a young woman has been found along Buck's Row. Since you are a renowned mortician in London, we were wondering if you could examine the body for us."

"Of course," he grinned, "but I expect payment~"

"Oh?" the other policeman that had shied away to the door stood forward. "I have some coins –"

"I do not need~ the Queen's money!" the Undertaker jumped up and grinned, grinning widely several inches from his face. "What I require is first rate laugh~~" he swung his arms around his body and giggled madly to himself.

Sophie couldn't help but snicker, the Undertaker's grin widening as he heard her laugh from the corner of the room. "While you do that I'm going to go out back and bury our current guests," she winked at them, jumping off of the coffin and walking back the curtain and down the hall. The policemen blushed until they noticed the Undertaker's blank glare, coughing into their hand or rubbing the back of their head nervously.

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Alistair looked behind him as he took off in the streets, running through alley ways till he came upon the destination he was looking for. He looked down at the map in his hand, looking around hesitantly till he round a corner and gasped in shock. He blinked mesmerized for a few moments, a smile appearing on his face as he pressed his small hands on the large old gate and slowly opened it. He flinched as he heard it creak, being extra careful to not make a sound as he opened the door and walked inside. He closed the gate behind him and skipped up the dirt road, looking around as he glanced at the gravestones along the road. Then he stopped, noticing a tall figure dressed in a long black trench coat with a large black cowboy hat digging down into the earth below. "…Те-тушка?" he asked, flinching as the woman looked down and over at him.

"Oh Alistair," she grinned deviously as she went back to digging, "I was wondering when you would make your way here. Do your parents know where you are?"

"N-no," he shook his head hesitantly as he walked up the road and stood by her, "but I they know I'm in the city –"

"Well that's not good," she sighed as she slammed her shovel in the dirt and wiped her brow. "This is a huge city Al. They could think you're lost if you're not back in a few hours… by the way how did you find this place?"

"I asked Auntie Grell," he smiled, "and he gave me directions… but it took me longer then I thought to find this place –"

"Yeah," Sophie chuckled to herself as she picked up her shovel and began to dig again, "his directions aren't the best. Mostly 'take a left by the hot man on the corner next to the coffee shop,' or something like that. Hey since you're here go grab a shovel and help me."

"S-sure," he said as he set his bag down on the ground and looked around. "… Where Тетушка?"

"See the building down there?" she pointed in the direction of the mortuary. "There's a shed that is full of shovels and other things. I bet you there's one your size if you just look."

"O-okay," Alistair nodded, running down the hill as quickly as he could so he wouldn't feel like a bother. Looking up at the building he gasped, captivated by the cobwebs in the corners and the rotting wood. This was definitely not like the graveyards back home, but he was certainly excited to get started around here. Turning around and noticing the half-opened door behind him, Alistair opened it all the way and looked inside. He glanced around confused, the shovels thrown carelessly in the shed and much too big for his hands to carry let alone use.

Suddenly he froze, seeing a long black sleeve go past his face and brush against his cheek. He quickly spun around and let out a frightened yelp, the older man giggling as his sleeve retreated back against his body. "You're standing in my way boy~" Undertaker grinned at him from behind his long silver hair. Alistair nodded and slowly shifted away from the door, walking him awestruck as the mortician reached in and grabbed a shovel. Then he walked past Alistair with the shovel in his hand, skipping down the road as he did.

Alistair shrugged off the startled feeling in his stomach and coughed to himself, peering back into the shed to find a shovel. Glancing around for a while he finally noticed a shovel that looked to be his height, but it was on top of a shelf in the corner. He gulped and walked into the shed, climbing on the unstable rocks and stray wood pieces till he got to the top, his hand still a few inches out of his reach. Instantly he let out a yelp, crashing down into the chaotic pile below. Alistair groaned in confusion, looking around as he lay stuck in a broken bucket. Stumbling out of the shed he wiped the dust off of his coat, looking around confused as he heard an eerie giggle coming from the door. "Little Alistair Alexander Engjëll, do you need assistance?" the Undertaker asked as he chuckled, leaning over his small frame as he grabbed the shovel that was too far from Alistair's reach and brought it down from its corner in the shed.

"Y-yes sir," he gulped as the Undertaker leaned the shovel in Alistair's hand. "How do you know –"

"Your name?" the Undertaker finished him as he giggled into his sleeve. Then he threw his shovel over his shoulder, eyeing him from behind his bangs as he began to walk up the dirt road. "You look like your father," he said simply, causing Alistair to blink in shock and stand baffled by his words. Alistair was snapped out of his thoughts as he let out a hearty cough, shaking his head as he grabbed the shovel and ran up the hill to catch up with the strange man.

Sophie looked up from her work and shook her head, chuckling to herself as she almost finished clearing the dirt away. "About time you get here," she smirked as she threw the dirt above her head and out of the hole in the ground.

"Sorry love," the Undertaker grinned as he walked over to a plot of land next to the one Sophie was digging in and began to dig into the earth. "Little Engjëll couldn't reach a shovel," he chuckled lightly.

"Oh," Sophie paused before she shrugged and continued to dig. "Hey Al."

"Y-es Тетушка?" Alistair called into the hole Sophie was in.

"Go help Undertaker," she told him, "and after we dig in these plots and bury our company for good I'll show you the new decapitated guests we have. Alright?"

"Okay," he smiled, skipping over to the Undertaker and dug on the other side of him. Alistair looked up at the Undertaker in slight awe, quickly looking back at the ground as he noticed the older man glance down at him and his grin widened ten-fold.

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"Hi Ahe," Sophie smiled as a small black kitten jumped onto her lap, purring contently as she curled up on Sophie's lap to go to sleep. She grabbed the beaker next to her and sipped on the warm liquid, looking over at Undertaker and Alistair as they were leaning over a coffin.

"S-so this woman was sawed in half?" Alistair gasped in wonderment as he pushed up his body with his arms on the side of the coffin and leaned into the coffin.

"Chopped up nice and clean," the Undertaker giggled at the boy next to him. "How does it feel to clean her up for her big day~?"

"Fun!" Alistair cheered as he leaned back and set his feet on the ground, "but I was wondering… what are you? Shinigami? Human? Demon?"

"Al~~" Sophie shook her head as she set the beaker down on a table next to her. "I thought I told you –"

"So you're a shinigami?" Alistair smiled happily as he looked up at the Undertaker. "Oh I get it! You're Тетушка papa correct?"

"Father," the Undertaker corrected him, "but you are right. I am the Undertaker little boy."

Alistair just blinked in confusion, looking over to Sophie who was chuckling at his confusion. "Ummm, Undertaker he doesn't know about the legendary shinigamis yet."

"You don't even know about me?" Undertaker pouted as he picked up the coffin lid and closed the coffin shut. "You're a horrid teacher little maiden," he quivered his bottom lip.

"Hey don't be like that," Sophie giggled at him. "Would it be better to be thought of as a member of the family then simply a renowned individual?"

"Family?" Undertaker raised an eyebrow as he wandered over to where Sophie was sitting and plopped down next to her.

"Тетушка Sophia is my auntie," Alistair explained with an enthusiastic smile on his face, "and that would make you… my ummm…"

"Дядька," Undertaker told him.

"Uncle?" Alistair tilted his head to the side and looked at them confused, "but if he's your father then –"

"Your Тетушка is also my wife," the Undertaker giggled as he nuzzled his nose in Sophie's neck. "So I am you're Дядька."

"Daaaaddd~" Sophie rolled her eyes, "that's only because you said it when I was giving an alias. Geeze!"

"I think I get it," Alistair thought to himself. "You call yourself wife so you can live here without anyone suspecting something… right?"

"Ummm… yeah I guess," she shrugged. "Plus a sign of respect is to call your parents' friends aunt and uncle anyways... By the way, how are you feeling?"

"Alright," Alistair shrugged as he sat down on the coffin across from them and looked over at the Undertaker suspiciously, "but should we be talking about something so private –"

"Al what are you talking about?" Sophie shook her head and chuckled. "My~… seriously are you alright? Is the thorns of death under control?"

"Y-yes Тетушка," he nodded, "b-but I guess if we're talking about it… my heart has been hurting since you left." Alistair frowned as he rubbed his chest uncomfortably.

Undertaker looked over at Sophie and eyed her, never having heard of this little boy's disease. Sophie sighed and sat the kitten down on Undertaker's lap, holding out her arms for Alistair as he stood up and eagerly sat down on her lap. "It's alright," she cooed, running a hand through his short dirty blonde hair. "Do you want me to heal you again?"

"I-if you won't mind Тетушка," he looked up at the woman smiling down at him, unable to hold back a soft smile on his own face. Sophie looked over at Undertaker before she looked back down at Alistair, pressing her hands around his chest and setting her head down on his shoulder. Alistair closed his eyes with Sophie as he rested his head against Sophie's protective chest, feeling a gentle surge of energy flowing through him.

Undertaker looked over at Sophie as he saw a white light coming from her hands, the glow flowing through the little boy's small frame and brightening him up like a fog light. He leaned over and pressed a hand against Sophie's, her eyes opening up as she was startled by the hand upon her own. "You need to explain to me," the Undertaker began as he kept his hand pressed against her own and leaned into her ear, "why you're doing this."

Sophie blinked before she let out a hefty sighed, her hands going back to normal as Alistair let out a tired huff and looked up at Sophie. "Т-tетушка?" he asked her confused.

She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair, causing Alistair to sink further in Sophie's embrace and close his eyes contently. "We ran into a problem back in America," she began to explain as she let another sigh escape her lips. "You know I have always loved Alex and Rose's kids. They're like my own kin alright? Well… there was this demon and one thing led to another… We were in the Grand Canyon at the time. I came just in time to save Veronica and Alistair before they died, but when I killed the demon he… his soul…" She bit down on her bottom lip, looking down at the boy in her arms and hugging him securely in her arms.

"Really?" Undertaker paused as he looked down at the boy. He ran his fingers through Alistair's hair, a smirk appearing on his face as he chuckled to himself. "What a strong boy."

"Yeah," Sophie nodded to him as she leaned over and set her head on his shoulder. "He is… I can't believe I let it happen to him though. At least with Alex I could take out the record from his heart because it was my own, but this demon's… I've been trying to come up with a way but I have nothing," she sighed.

She blinked with puzzlement as the Undertaker tilted up her chin, leaning down and pressing his mouth against her soft lips. "Don't overexert yourself," he told her with a grin, "You'll end up in trouble agai –"

"Alistair?" a voice came from the door, Rose walking in with Sasha tightly gripping her hand. "Oh there you are!" she gasped, rushing over to Sophie and running a gentle hand through Alistair's hair. Then she looked over at Sophie with a smile, putting a sheet of paper in her hand into her pocket. "I'm sorry if my son was a bother," Rose began, "but he took off this morning and I didn't know he had left till this afternoon. Luckily Miss Grell told us where he went, but I couldn't help but be worried –"

"You don't have to be sorry," Undertaker held up a hand to her. "A mother has a right to be protective of her children."

"Дa-а," she nodded, grabbing Alistair from Sophie's arms and carrying him against her chest. "So… this is your father Sophia?"

"Yep," Sophie chuckled at her. "The one and only Undertaker."

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir," Rose smiled as she opened up her free hand to shake his own. "My son can be a handful when it comes to bodies –"

"Был никаких проблемbовсем," he giggled, stunning Rose that he knew her native tongue, "right wife?"

"Right," Sophie sighed. "Oh! Tell Jericho I'll be back into work by the first. In the meantime Alistair can come over to help. We're still swamped with customers because of the unthawing of the season."

"Okay," Rose smiled as she gripped Sasha's hand. "I'll keep that in mind. Now I need to go back home. It's about time for these two little boogers to go to sleep." Sophie chuckled and waved to them as they left, Sasha looking over at the Undertaker before gulping to herself and rushing after her mother.

"… You want to return to work so soon?" Undertaker asked as he stood up and walked over to the door as he began to close up the shop.

"Dad I just want to get back to work," she sighed, "and I should keep a better eye on Grell… he seems to be hacking up his victims more violently, well more violently in Grell's case. I wonder why." Undertaker nodded as he grabbed the tea pot and the beaker, walking out of the main room and into the kitchen. Sophie paused and ran after him, swinging her arms around his waist protectively. "I'm not trying to leave you!" she yelped, "Don't be cold!"

"Little maiden…" he chuckled, setting the dishes down in the sink and grabbing her shoulders, "I didn't think you were."

"Well… you're being quiet and I don't like it," she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Just tell me your feelings, will you?"

"Alright," Undertaker grinned as he kissed her on the forehead and went back to work, "I will." Sophie giggled when the Undertaker turned around and grabbed her body, swinging her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

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A/N: Wow… I've been writing a bunch of fluffy glop haven't I? ^^' Oh well. You guys don't seem to mind it so that's alright =3 I hope you guys have enjoyed this chapter! If you have any questions or comments or just want to talk I'm here you ya'h =D BYE!

Дядька – Russian – uncle

Был никаких проблемbовсем – Russian – He was no trouble at all