Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hey guys! Decided to review another chapter ^^ I'm starting to notice that I'm running out of chapters to upload, so I probably won't post them as frequently as before… or maybe I will! I don't know yet. I have Spring Break this upcoming week so I may end up writing a bunch of chapters and chilling =3 So… yep. That's the plan. And oh, now we're back in the office a little. I need to write more scenes there, but it can get BORING in an office… very repetitive XD ENJOY!
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"Hey Alex," Sophie said as she pulled out her chair and stood up, "I'm going out reaping. There are two demons in Richmond I want you to dispose of."
"Alright," he nodded, watching as Sophie stood up, swung her coat over her body, and put her hat on her head. "How's working again?"
"If you can believe it, I feel great," she chuckled as she handed him the folder. "Be careful. They're incubuses so don't go to sleep," she smirked, "Well… unless you're into that type of thing –"
"Gross!" Alex flinched back in disgust. "Don't say that again!"
Sophie giggled with a sly grin, grabbing a small book and shoving it into her messenger bag. "Now if you'll excuse me there's a jikininki I need to take care of," she huffed to herself and tied her black coat belt over her waist.
"Oh I see why you're taking that job," he smirked.
"Hey I don't like it when carnivores go after dead human bodies," she shuddered to herself. "Plus everyone else is doing something so why not? I have time," she chuckled as she gave him a quick salute with two fingers and took off down the stairs. Alex shook his head and look at the contents inside of the folder, letting out a sigh as he followed her down the stairs.
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"… You do you always~ end up with blood on your face Sophie?" Jericho laughed as Sophie smirked at him and closed his office door behind her.
"Hey a gal can't have fun with her victims~?" she smirked as she slammed a stack of papers on his desk. "Here are the forms you need to sign. Is it just me or is Fiona ticked off with me?" Sophie sighed.
"She is? Why?" Jericho shrugged as he grabbed the top of the stack of papers and looked over them. "Because of the blood?"
"Well – Actually yes," she chuckled lightly as she poked her chin in thought. "Something about 'Keeping the workplace clean' or something like that. I could care less myself," she shrugged.
"Just stay out of trouble," Jericho shook his head as he chuckled. "I know how you like to break the rules, but don't try to for… a few more days?"
"I don't break the rules, I bend~ them," Sophie smirked to herself as she gave him a wave, walking out of his office and walking down the hallway. The shinigamis she passed by shuddered with fright, seeing her outfit covered in blood and grime. Sophie didn't care about staying clean and wouldn't plan on giving up on her techniques anytime soon. She hummed to herself as she skipped down the stairs, walking down to the E level where her cubical was to grab a few more forms before she walked out.
Eric looked up from his work and nodded to her, pausing once his mind registered that she was covered in blood and leaned over to chuckle at her. "Having fun Miss Serbus?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"Actually yes," she smirked back as she grabbed the book she needed to record the souls for the day before heading back out. "A few cambions, two jikininkis, and an alp. Oh god I don't want to meet that demon in a dark alley," she shuddered. "Now to take care of the soul's list Mr. Tyrant gave me," she waved the book in her hand before putting it into her messenger bag.
"Wow really?" Eric raised an eyebrow and looked at his watch. "It's only eleven Miss Serbus."
"Well I like to get things done asap," she tipped her hat and began to walk away. "And I don't like that proper stuff. I told you to call me Sophia," she told him, "or Sophie if you prefer."
"Okay Sophie~" Eric chuckled as he spun in his chair and looked back to his papers. "Then call me Eric." Sophie nodded to him and smiled, giving him a wave as she went to the stairs and began walking down.
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"Rough day?" Sophie smirked as she saw Alex looked over at her from the stairs and walked down the hallway to her cubical.
"Yes," he huffed harshly as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "Damn… they turned into succubuses on me. I practically fainted!"
"Hey I thought you were up for the job," she shrugged as she continued to write on the forms in front of her, "but perhaps I was wrong~?" she smirked at him.
"I was only taken by surprise, that's all," Alex crossed his arms over his chest and let out another huff. "Besides I took care of them –"
"While you did all that I~ took care of eighteen demons and twenty souls before lunchtime. You need to keep up your pace Alexander. You're falling behind," Sophie snickered as she finished signing forms and put them down on a stack on the edge of her desk.
"Bu –"
"What I can't be mean?" She smirked at him and punched him in the shoulder, gathering the stack of papers in her hands as she began to walk towards the stairs. "So any plans for tonight?"
"Nope," Alex shook his head as he followed behind her. "Was going to put the kids to bed and spend some time with Rose… What is Alistair doing at the mortuary anyways?"
"Having fun with decapitated bodies I suppose," she shrugged as they trudged up the stairs. "Why? Do you want him to stop going? I can pull him out if you want –"
"No," he shook his head as he grabbed a few papers off of Sophie's stack before they fell over. "I know Undertaker is being good to him. I'm not worried… just as a father I need to know what my son is doing is a suspicious place like a mortuary."
"I assure you he's doing fine," Sophie chuckled as they walked onto the level Sophie was looking for, "and Sasha too. I have her going to the training facilities and reading up on strategy books. You should play a game of chess with her. She may beat you," Sophie nudged him in the arm, walking over to an office with the stack of papers in her hands and skillfully opening the door with her elbow.
Alex nodded and set the papers down on the top of her stack, letting Sophie walk into the office by herself as he held the door open. "Well thanks," he smiled, "and I'll keep that in mind next time we talk," he told her, closing the door behind her so she wouldn't have to maneuver with her hands full.
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"Hey Sophie will you –"
"Sorry Alex I can't," Sophie huffed as she slipped her messenger bag over her shoulder and headed for the stairs. "I have things to do –"
"But Sasha has been complaining about it all day," he mumbled under his breath. "Come on Sophie. We don't even know where to set up camp around here."
"… Do you have to do that today?" she huffed at him.
"They had trouble sleeping last night and I'm not going to sleep in a stuffy room again," he huffed to himself. "… Seriously –"
"I just don't feel like sleeping tonight –"
"Sophie~ come on –"
"No," she growled at him.
"Bu –"
"No okay! Not tonight," she grumbled under her breath. "Besides I need to go clean my weapons and make new bullets and –"
"Why didn't you say so?" Alex laughed. "We can get a fire started for you if you want. I need to teach those scamps of mine how to build a fire anyways. So? Can you?"
"… Do you know where Grell is?" she asked with a sigh.
"Not back from his mission yet?" he shrugged his shoulders.
"Nope," Sophie grumbled, "and I was hoping to talk to Grell before I went out but –"
"You called darling~?" Grell giggled as he walked up the stairs, walking past Alex and Sophie to set his stuff down on his desk.
"Grell just in time!" Sophie chuckled as she skipped back over to the cubicles and gave him a smile. "Listen, I still have some things to do tonight, so I won't be able to show up at the mansion tonight. Is that okay with you? Or should I call someone over –"
"No that's alright!" Grell grinned, "Great even –"
"Oump!" she stopped him by holding out her hand at him. "Wait… there's something I have to give you first."
"Oh?" he asked her questionably as she reached an arm behind her back to grab something from her back. "What would that be –"
"This," she smiled, pulling out a black feather attached to a long crimson red string from behind her back and running the feather across her face. "I give these to beings I care about, so don't lose this."
"… What is that?" Grell grumbled under his breath as she continued to smile and handed it to him.
"It's one of my feathers," she snickered, giggling at the surprised expression on Grell's face. "Don't worry it was going to fall out anyways," she chuckled, "but seriously keep it on your person. Its how I keep track of beings I'm trying to watch over. Don't give it away," she huffed at him.
"… Okay I guess," he shrugged, "but you'll have to tell me about this later."
"Yeah I know," she chuckled, "but right now I have to get going. A few more jobs till I can start cleaning my equipment – oh and Alex! If you want to set up a campsite do so over on the rocks close to the waterfall on the other side of London. About… 5 miles away I believe? I'll show up later, but make a big enough fire for three pots," she smiled to him.
"Can do Boss," he saluted her, giving them a wave as he made his way back up the stairs.
"Sophie…" Grell said with a concerned tone in his voice.
"What?" she turned back to him with a confused expression on her face.
"What are you talking about –"
"Nothing Grell!" she chuckled, "Nothing at all! Now if you'll excuse me I have to get everything done."
"But –" He huffed, reaching out his hand to her, but Sophie was too quick and didn't notice as she took off down the stairs. Then Grell mumbled under his breath and shook his head, slamming his head into his desk as he sat down.
William opened his office door and set a stack of papers on Alan's desk, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Grell grumbling under his breath and mumbling something about Sophie not telling him anything~. "Mr. Sutcliff," he sighed as he grabbed a different stack of papers from Alan's desk, "Is something bothering you?"
"Oh Will," Grell looked up stunned and ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't notice you," he chuckled lightly before letting out a tired sigh. "I'm fine," he grinned at William, though Grell was completely faking the wide grin on his face, "Completely fine~!"
"… Can you come to my office Mr. Sutcliff?" William asked him sternly, turning around and walking back into his office. Grell raised an eyebrow and followed after him, walking into the room and watching as William set the papers down on the desk. "Close the door," he ordered, Grell slowly closing the door behind him.
"Ooohh~~? Want your way with me Mr. Spears~?" Grell grinned, walking around the desk to wrap his arms around William's shoulders.
"No," William said roughly, glaring at Grell as he began to walk around the desk. "What is wrong Grell?"
"Wrong?" He blinked confused, pausing and retreated back to the front of William's desk.
"Don't act toy with me Grell," William sighed as he tilted his glasses higher on his head. "I can tell when someone is lying to my Sutcliff. So what's the matter? Did I anger you again?"
"You? Oh no!" Grell laughed as he sat down in a chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Not at all!... Why should I tell you?" he huffed suddenly, his eyes glaring into William's own.
William blinked confused for a few seconds before he coughed to himself, looking away and fiddling with his glasses again. "Then what?"
"… I don't see why I should tell you," Grell sighed as he slumped a little in the chair and looked over to William's bookshelf. The only thing that caught his eye was the shiny metal buckle, but barely seeing the markings clear enough to pay any real attention to it. "You wouldn't care anyways –"
"I will have you know that I do," William told him, "and if someone has hurt you then I will personally deal with it." Then he ran a hand through his slicked back hair, a stray black hair falling away from his neatly kept face.
Grell quickly noticed this, knowing every little habit William had and could tell that he was concerned since he ran his fingers through his hair. "Sophia," he answered him simply, keeping his eyes on the white wall as William looked up from his paperwork. "She's been… different? I don't know," he sighed.
"… Did you talk to her?" he asked, resuming signing forms and setting them off to the side.
"Nope," Grell shook his head, "because I just realized it… William I think she has a lot on her plate right now," he tried to explain.
"Like what?" William asked.
"… She's different then you and I," Grell grumbled under his breath with his arms crossed over his chest, "and I don't want to see her get hurt. She's exhausting herself; I have been seeing it ever since I met her… Could you let her rest perhaps? Hold back on the workload?" Then he chuckled, "I know this is a stupid request, but if she gets hurt again I don't know how I'll be able to handle it –"
"Grell," William interrupted him as he looked up from his papers before resuming signing forms, "Miss Serbus is the one who is asking for the heavy workload. I actually told her I'm going to suspend the amount of names on her soul's list because of her time in the infirmary, but when I did that she took on more work concerning demons. So I think it will be best to let her be, okay?"
"Oh…" Grell blinked in confusion as his eyes wandered to the floor. Then he looked up at William and grinned, giggling to himself as he stood up out of the chair. "Well~ how about you push her off of her high horse a little? She needs someone to yell at every once in a while," he winked at him and reached for the door handle.
"Grell," William called at to him as he continued to sign papers.
"Yes Will~iam~~?" he giggled at him.
"Thanks for telling me," he looked up and gave Grell as smile before quickly going back to writing on forms again. Grell's porcelain white cheeks quickly turned red, the red-headed shinigami placing a hand over his face as he closed the door behind him.
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Sophie hummed to herself as she sharpened her long, black death scythe against a spinning rock, wiping the wet from her brow as she stopped the wheel with her foot and took out her water skin to drink from. Then she resumed again, humming again as the wheel turned round and round and sharpened her scythe to a razor-sharp point. "Thank you for letting me do this myself," she sighed, continuing to hum as she kept the wheel turning.
"You're welcome Serbus," a shinigami chuckled as he grabbed a chisel from a shelf and began to walk out of the room. "I didn't know you knew how to sharpen weapons."
"I know how to keep my weapons neat and clean Lucas," she smirked as she looked back down at the weapon in her hand and kept her focus on sharpening the blade. "I wouldn't be a very good reaper if I didn't know how to sharpen my own tools."
"Ahhh~" he smirked, giving her a nod as he began to leave the room. "Oh!" Lucas suddenly remembered, "I was wondering if I could have you go over the new designs for death scythes. Since your department will need to make sure they can cut cleanly through demons."
"Of course. I'll find some time and ask you for the samples later," Sophie told him without halting her work. "I'll close everything up when I leave tonight."
"Alright," he nodded before he left the room. "Don't stay up too long Serbus," Lucas chuckled, closing the door behind him and leaving Sophie alone in the dark. The only thing lit in the room was a few candles on the table Sophie was working at and the clash of stone to metal as Sophie spun the stone wheel. She let out a tired huff, wiping the sweat from her brow before continuing again. It was hard work, but she would rather work her tools with her own hands then have someone else do it. She didn't know where she got that attitude from, but it helped her make sure her tools were at their best every time she went out to reap.
Sophie let out a sudden yelp, her pinky finger scraping against the stone as she flinched forward in fright. "Shit!" she growled, bringing up her hand to her face so she could see the few layers of skin peeling off of her finger. "Damn it Jay," she grumbled under her breath as she looked behind her.
Jericho smiled as he let go of her shoulder, grabbing a nearby chair and sitting down next to her. "I didn't hurt you, did I my lovely flower?"
"A bit," she glared at him and kissed her painful pinky, "but I'll live –"
He gently grabbed her hand and looked down at the scab he had caused, bringing her hand up to his face and gently kissing the blood dripping down her finger. Sophie flinched at she felt his lips on her finger, his mouth opening up as he licked the blood off of her finger and grinned at her. "I'm sorry," Jericho smiled as he kissed her finger one last time before letting go of her hand. "So what's the plan?"
"The plan?" Sophie chuckled as she went back to sharpening her scythe. "Well I'm almost finished with this scythe. Then I'll clean out my guns. I hope they're not getting rusty on me," she sighed. "I'm going to go camp with the Engjëlls and anyone else they may have invited… and make my specialized~ bullets and pills. Why?"
"I was hoping to spend the night with you," he chuckled to himself as he put a hand on the top of her thigh. "I don't want you passing out on me. I can tell you're starting to get stressed again so I figured I should keep you company tonight."
"… You're just saying that because I'm not at the Undertaker's right now," she smirked as she stopped spinning the wheel and looked at her scythe. Poking the top of her finger gently and running her finger over the blade, she smirked and let the death scythe vanish into her black haze. Then she got up and grabbed her guns out of her holster, putting them on the nearby table and un-cocked the guns. She grabbed the cleaning supplies next to her and began to clean them, pushing Jericho's hand away as he grabbed for the other gun that was sitting down on the table.
Jericho stood up and wrapped his arms around Sophie's waist, cuddling her as she mindlessly cleaned her weapons. "You love me right?"
"Of course I do," Sophie chuckled to herself, "but don't touch my stuff without my permission," she huffed at him.
He chuckled and kissed her shoulder, "I love you too." Then Jericho sat back down and watched as she cleaned her weapons, smirking as he thought silently to himself.
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"Тетушка can I try it now?" Alistair asked as he leaned closer to the fire to warm up his hands.
"Of course love," Sophie chuckled as she turned the ladle in her hands and tasted the soup in the pot before letting him take a sip. "What do you think?"
"Not as bitter as it usually is," Alistair grinned happily.
"Hey why can't I have some?" Sasha huffed as she pouted on the other side of the log.
"Because you're not sick," Alistair stuck out his tongue, looking up at Sophie as she walked back over to the fire and continued with her work. Sasha grumbled under her breath and crossed her arms over her chest, kicking up the dirt a little with fury for being left out.
"Don't worry about it little Sasha," Ben told her as he chewed on a strip of jerky. "It's better to not have to try the liquid anyways. It shows you're sick or dying." Sasha only shook her head continued to grumble, her voice slowly getting quiet as she began to look at Sophie in awe as she held her hands over the two pots next to her hands and muttered an enchantment under her breath. Then she touched the liquid in both pots with her finger, the water glowing bright as Alistair and Sasha let out gasps of astonishment.
Sophie giggled to herself when she heard the gasps behind her, grabbing capsules pills out and filling up every individual pill. Ben walked over to help her, Jericho appearing from the other side of the fire to hold out the bag for her. Jericho looked at her as Sophie and Ben filled up the pills, making sure his hands didn't glaze the pills as they placed them in the bag. Then another, and then another. Eventually the bags were all filled, Jericho putting them down in Sophie's messenger bag as she went back to the other pot and pulled out a canister full of silver handmade bullets. She hummed to herself as she poured the hot liquid into the bullets, closing them up with her black haze and setting them back into the canister. "Thank god I had enough of these to last me," Sophie chuckled as she worked as fast as she could to fill up the canister with several thousand bullets. Then she handed the bag to Jericho and he set it down in her bag, guarding it by his side as she picked up the pot and poured it off to the side. Everyone watched as a few plants and an enormous tree suddenly grew out of the ground, the tree bearing fresh fruit for them to eat as a way of thanking them. "Thank you," she smiled as she plucked a peach from the tree, munching on the juicy fruit as she grabbed the other pot full of medicine and poured it into the last remaining pot at the end.
Jericho helped Sophie pick up the pot and place it in the middle of the fire, the flames engulfing the pot and boiling up the stew inside. "I'll take care of that now," Rose said, grabbing the ladle from Sophie's hand and turning the food inside. Sophie chuckled and planted a kiss on Rose's cheek, grabbing Jericho's hand and sitting down next to him on the other side of the fire.
"I miss this," Theodora sighed as she looked up to the stars with Lewis sitting next to her.
"Yeah… it's not the same as back home though," Lewis told her as he looked over to his younger sister with a smile on his face, nudging her in the arm and causing her to giggle. "Like anyone yet?"
"Nope," Dora shook her head. "Well… no," she sighed to herself, "No one interests me here."
"Try looking around," Sophie chuckled as she set her hat down on the log next to her and wrapped her arms around Jericho's arm. "Sometimes love is the last place you look."
"No kidding," Jericho chuckled, nuzzling their noses together before Sophie let out a sigh and set her head against Jericho's arm. "Tired?"
"I don't know…" Sophie shrugged, watching the fire as Alex sat down next to his kids and began tickling them. The others chuckled at the children's giggles, Jericho and Sophie looking at each other with smiles on their faces before they got comfortable against each other again.
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Jericho sat down as he munched on a peach in his hand, glancing over at Sophie as she watched the flames roar as it slowly died down. "Sophie?" he asked, frowning when she didn't respond to him and instead watched the flames intently. "Sophia?" he sighed as he finished the peach in his mouth and wrapped his arms around Sophie.
She body flinched by his touch, but she continued to stare into the fiery pits of the campfire. "… Have you ever been to hell Black Blood?" she asked quietly, low enough for the others around them to not hear her, but enough for Jericho to hear her. "A place of fiery hellfire and frozen with blood and guilt. Where the sinful reside to be tormented to the ends of eternity, inflicted with a never ending cycle of suffering and pain. You know it wasn't always just for the sinful," she chuckled to herself, "but for death too. The dead would go there after their life was done until… You don't even understand why I am here do you? I honestly don't either Shezmu. I just want to be good and not a sin… but how can I when every attempt I make to the divine is struck down by those from above? Just… how can I live on in this world when I'm always being cast aside and put on a pedestal to be made an example of? How Shez –"
"Sophia this isn't you," he said sternly, wrapping his arms protectively and shook her body against his chest. "I know you hate Hell. I… I made a promise to keep you here and I don't plan on letting you leave me. You understand that spirit? I am not doing this for you, but for Sophia… the other soul inside this body. P-please don't do this to me… I can't live with myself if you cast her away because you want to become a being of Hell again. Just… just let me be with her, whatever you are."
"Jay…" she said quietly to herself, grabbing hold of his arms tightly and putting an arm up closer to her face as she tried to hide away the tears that began to streak her face. "I-I'm sorry –"
"Don't be," he answered her quietly as he rocked her body back and forth. "Don't be… I love you too much for you to be cast into hell by that spirit in you. Now," he smiled as he turned her face around so she looking up at the gleeful grin on his face, "how about we get to sleep ma fleur?"
Sophie smiled and nuzzled his face with her nose, giggling to herself as they looked over at the fire till the burning wood all turned to ash. "You know me too well," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist and hugging him with her head buried into his chest. Jericho chuckled and kissed her forehead, picking her up and setting her down on a large blanket.
He continued to smile as he wrapped the blanket around their bodies, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her towards him. "Which makes me wonder what would happen to you if you didn't have me around," he chuckled, getting another giggle out of Sophie as he kissed her neck and then her lips. Then they both let out a tired sigh at the same time, cuddling up with each other for warmth as they both tried to fall asleep. Luckily for Sophie she was tired enough to quickly get to sleep, but unfortunately for Jericho he could feel a familiar presence from the woods keeping him awake.
After what seemed like hours the figure walked out of the woods, holding his long sleeves up to his face as he crept towards the sleeping couple. Grabbing a peach from the tree that rooted up from Sophie's energy, he sat down on a log and giggled quietly as he munched on the peach. "Trouble sleeping young Shezmu~" he giggled, as juice dripped down his face and coated his black coat.
"… Yes," Jericho grumbled under his breath as he shifted his weight to look at the man wearily. "No thanks to –" he quickly paused, coughing to stop himself before he said anything insulting.
The Undertaker giggled at the boy's sudden pause, rolling down from the log he sat upon and onto the blanket the two shinigamis were curled up in. "I had a horrid~ time finding little maiden. I thought she was going to sleep over with Miss Grell, but I guess I was wrong hmmm~?" he grinned at him, munching down on the peach and hovering over Jericho's face.
Jericho grumbled as he wiped the peach juice from his face, staring at him tiredly and wishing to just go to sleep. "Could you tell me what you're doing here sir?" he asked the Undertaker, snuggling his head around the top of Sophie's head as he smacked his lips sleepily.
"Sophia," he said sternly, causing Jericho to stop grasping her tightly. "I still have to give her energy~ boy~~" he grinned, giggling to himself as Jericho shuddered at the eerie tone in his voice.
"Oh…" Jericho paused, looking at him confused as he sighed and shifted away from Sophie's grasp to let her go. "You're her father after all… but be quiet."
"I'll be as quiet as the little maiden is," the Undertaker grinned deviously, pulling back the covers and throwing them over Jericho's face. Jericho let out a grunt as he threw the blanket over to the side, glaring at the Undertaker as he only laughed at him. Then the Undertaker paused, staring down at the sleeping form of Sophie. He smiled, brushing a finger through her long auburn hair as she breathed silently to herself. "Like when she was a child," he chuckled lightly; Jericho looking over at him as he sat up on the edge of the blanket watching them.
Undertaker leaned into her face and gently kissed her lips, Sophie groaning a little in her sleep as he pressed his body against the top of Sophie's. He grinned at he pulled away, looking over at Jericho and then back as Sophie as he trailed his hands down her body and wrapped his hands around her body. Then he licked her neck before biting into a vain, Sophie let out a sudden gasp as she was muffled out by the Undertaker's sleeve. She shuddered underneath him, her eyes not opening as she laid fast asleep in a dream. He grinned once his mouth pulled away from her neck and he lick her blood, the wound quickly healing, but turning into a purple bruise as he pressed his thumb into the damaged skin. Jericho winced, watching as he tormented her in her sleep; while the Undertaker kissed the bruise he had made and chuckled lightly to himself. "Perhaps you should have told me where she was first, eh Jericho~?" the Undertaker grinned at him, getting a glare from Jericho as he could only watch.
The Undertaker removed his hand from her mouth as she lay on the blanket breathless. He rolled down his sleeve and looked at his hand, seeing blood trailing down the palm of his hand. Jericho smirked, mentally cheering Sophie on as she fought back the man in her sleep. Then Jericho frowned, hearing soft, quiet words coming forth from Sophie's mouth. "U-under-tt-taker," she groaned in her sleep, gripping the man's sleeve and trying to curl up in his coat.
Undertaker giggled, at Jericho's ticked off face and Sophie's words as he leaned into her face and kissed her forehead. "A good little maiden you are," he whispered into her ear, chuckling as he lifted his body from her slightly and exposed the hand that was bleeding. He lapsed up the blood with his tongue, grinning at Jericho before turning his gaze back to Sophie. He kissed Sophie's lips gently; reminisce of his blood coating her lips. She opened her mouth and licked the blood off of her lips, smiling to herself as she shifted comfortably in her sleep. Undertaker grabbed the peach he still had under his sleeve and munched the rest of it into his mouth. Then he pressed his mouth into Sophie's, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he held her head and body still with his hands and the weight of his body on top of her. He bit down on the bottom of his lip and forced the liquid to flow down into Sophie's mouth, the sleeping shinigami under him groaning in her sleep and forcefully drinking down the juice and blood. He let go of her mouth, pressing his hands against her cheeks and smiling down at her with affection. Sophie gasped as his lips left hers, leaving them open as she licked her lips looking for the sweet taste of blood to come back on her mouth.
Jericho looked at the two of them, a confused, but yet, a marveled look on his face as he saw the affection in the Undertaker's features. If he had been able to see his eyes he would see the Undertaker's shinigami green eyes sparking intensely at the sight of his flushed maiden. Greeting Sophie's lips yet again he kissed her, levitating the top of her body off of the ground as he gave her a gentle kiss. He pecked her lips one last time, slowly letting go of Sophie as he sat up on his legs and jumped backward onto the log behind him. "Don't tell a soul," the Undertaker grinned as he held a finger up to his lips and shushed him, "It's our~ little secret boy." Jericho gulped and nodded, the Undertaker grinning as he stood up and swiftly left him in peace. Jericho looked down at Sophie and frowned, noticing the cheerful smile that lingered on her face. He wrapped his arms around Sophie protectively and hugged her close to his chest, rocking back and forth as he let out a tired sigh. He grabbed the blanket that had been thrown off of them and covered them up again, closing his eyes as he kept Sophie head pressed against his chest.
"He's testing you, you know," Jericho heard from the other side of the campsite, looking up wearily at the voice till he put his head back down on the blanket.
"I know Alex," he grumbled under his breath, "I know…"
"Won't you do something?" Alex asked, brushing a hand through Rose's light blonde hair, "because if someone did that to my love I would kill him… and I think Sophie would do the same thing too."
"Yes well," Jericho sighed, "I don't know what to do. He's her father after all –"
"But not a lover," Alex huffed. "Man up Jericho. That's why Sophie started having doubts about you. You can't hold yourself when you're feeling intimidated around a bunch of Gods of Death."
"So what should I do?" he shrugged.
"It doesn't matter to Sophie if you can protect her or not," Alex explained, "but if you can act and believe that you can then you'll make a difference. She'd rather die than live without you, so do her the common courtesy to defend her when she's in trouble. Alright?"
"Alright Alexander," Jericho chuckled to himself. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Alex yawned, curling up close to Rose as Alistair shuffled closer to his father. Jericho let out a tired sigh as he gripped Sophie tightly; running his hands through her hair to comfort himself as he slowly went to sleep.
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A/N: I think a few of you guys were wondering why Grell was getting pissy? Where there you go. Question solved =3 Happy? Not happy?... well this was just a little filler anyways. I think I'll be getting back into the main story in the next chapter. I hope you've enjoyed it. SEE YA'H!
