Vampy: I don't own anything from Black Butler. Thank you to everyone who has followed/favorited/reviewed Lover's Morgue! And though I may have edited this chapter a bit, I fear it shall forever remain one of the shortest chapters.
Undertaker carefully shifted Raven in his arms so he could open the door to his shop with out waking her. She had fallen asleep at some point during their journey home and it was taking every ounce of self control the mortician had gathered over the millennium to not let his hands wander.
Bloody hell, you rusty old creeper! Get your crazy mind out of the gutter.
The ancient reaper walked down the hallway towards the room in which Raven was staying. You've been surprisingly talkative today, Mortis. I thought that you would never talk to me again after what happened with Elizabeth Bathory. I've missed you.
Oh believe me, I'm still mad at you. The only reason I'm talking to you right now is because you have been thinking and doing stupid things. Besides, you have been much to busy to miss me. Mortis scoffed.
Well, it's true that I don't relish hearing voices in my head.. But you are still my scythe. We've been together since the beginning of time. Of course I'd miss hearing from you.
He heard the equivalent of a mental snort in his head. Yeah right. You cast aside everything that made you a reaper on the day of your retirement.
Everything except you. If you recall, I got my scars when I prevented my fellow Shinigami from taking you away.
Mortis didn't reply and Undertaker left the scythe alone as he gently laid Raven in her bed. He sat on the edge next to her, brushing some of her silky, black hair away from her face. She really was very beautiful. He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against hers for a moment before realizing what he was doing. With a blush, the silver haired Shinigami hurriedly stood up, kicking his toe on his bedside table in his embarrassed rush to escape.
Raven forced herself to lie still as she listened to the mumbled curse Undertaker let loose, a blush on her cheeks and her top teeth biting her lower lip to keep from laughing at how flustered he got; and this was when he thought she wasn't awake! She wondered what his reaction would be if he knew she'd been awake during the brief moment their lips touched.
But why did he kiss me? She wondered. Is it possible that he likes me? No, of course that's not it. Who would have a romantic interest in someone as pathetic as I am? No one.
She fell asleep to memories of her father's harsh words and painful punches, certain that Undertaker's kiss had been nothing more than that for a friend.
William T. Spears adjusted his glasses for the hundredth time as he stood before the Shinigami Council. Though he looked calm and collected on the outside, he felt far from it. The news of an unauthorized Shinigami had not been taken well, just as Agent Slingby had predicted. Not to mention that the fact the girl was keeping company with a reaper whose mind was dangerously unhinged; the Council members were not happy campers.
"You are to assign two reapers to watch the new Shinigami and the Undertaker. They will report any suspicious activity immediately. If the girl does anything- and I mean anything- that may cause the Society to be discovered, she is to be disposed of immediately."
Not being in the habit arguing with his superiors, William simply adjusted his glasses once more and bowed. "As you wish. I will assign Agents Slingby and Humphries to the case."
"Good. You may go now, Agent Spears."
William bowed again and left the room. After a few more minutes of murmured conversation, the Council members left the meeting room; all except one. A reaper with unusual greenish blue hair continued to sit at the back of the room, hands clasped and eyes staring into space as he thought about the report Spears had just given the Council.
A girl, hm? And they looked rather close? Heh.
A smirk slowly began to spread across his face as he clicked his tongue. "Adrian, Adrian, Adrian. Didn't I tell you not to get close to others? You must be a masochist, putting yourself in a position to be hurt yet again. Surely you realize by now that I'm not about to let you live a happy life."
The laughter that left his lips made the council room seem a few degrees cooler and the shadows a few shades darker.
Ciel threw down the newspaper in anger as the headline stared up at him mockingly. Jack The Ripper Strikes Again! The newspaper screamed out his failure to the world.
Sebastian smirked at his master's misfortune. Though the demon hadn't outright lied to the boy, he hadn't told Ciel that no human could have been the one to kill the victims.
"So, Ciel, what are we going to do now?" Madame Red asked as Sebastian poured everyone some tea. He watched Grell from the corner of his eye, snorting inwardly with disgust at the love struck expression on the incompetent butler's face.
Ciel rubbed his temples. He could feel a head ache coming on and wished for nothing more than to be eating cake in his study back at Phantomhive Manor. "Sebastian, go over the list of suspects again."
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian bowed to his master. When will you realize one of your pawns has defected? Oh my dear young master, I wonder how you will handle the situation when you finally discover who Jack the Ripper truly is. . .
The boy stood up and walked over to the window so he could stare out at the streets of London. His young mind raced as he tried to come to a conclusion as to who the real culprit could be. Everyone on Sebastian's list had an alibi, therefore it was impossible for any of them to have murdered the victims. Or was it? It wasn't unheard of for a murder to have an accomplice so it would seem that they had an airtight alibi. But if one was to go down that trail of thought, then the accomplice would have to be. . .
Sebastian smirked again when he saw Ciel's head whipped towards him, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He knew the boy was not stupid. Foolish on occasion, but what human was not? He continued to look over the suspect list, discreetly wiping some drool from his lips as he thought about how delicious Ciel Phantomhive's soul would taste in the end.
