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Sebastian worked quietly on the list of suspects he'd made the other day. As he did so, he wondered about where Raven and Undertaker had run off to during the party. Was it possible that the two had that kind of relationship?
No. Who would want to do that with the Undertaker? The very thought made Sebastian shudder.
So why was Raven with that man? Did Undertaker know about her true nature? The mortician did seem to be rather protective of the girl. With a slight shake of his head, the demon gathered his papers so he could leave to prepare his master for bed.
"Sebastian."
The butler turned, a slight expression of surprise on his face when Madame Red spoke. "Madame?"
The red-haired woman watched him carefully. "I know that we haven't known each other for a very long time and, indeed, hardly know each other at all. Therefore it might not be fair of me to ask this of you; but please don't leave Ciel's side. Make sure that he doesn't stray from his path and wander alone."
"I shall stay by his side until the very end." Sebastian smirked inwardly as he said this. "Now, please excuse me while I attend to the young master."
He bowed slightly before exiting the room, passing Grell on the way out. Their eyes met for a brief moment. Sebastian gave his famous closed-eye smile. "Have a pleasant night, Grell."
Grell blushed faintly and watched the other butler leave.
Angelina Dalles sat at the table her nephew had vacated, pointer fingers resting against her lips and eyes fixed on the seat across from her. It was only a matter of time before her beloved sister's son discovered who was pulling the strings on Jack The Ripper. What would her move be when he found out? She knew that she'd have to think over her plays carefully now; and hopefully she would be more successful than she had been in the multiple chess games in which Ciel had engaged her.
There was also Sebastian to take into consideration. She knew that the butler was no ordinary person. Her own butler had said as much, though he hadn't told her to what extent. Ann assumed that Sebastian was much like Grell's kind.
The events leading up to the night Ann met Grell were burned into her brain, never to be forgotten for as long as she lived. They were a brand that only she could see; forever marking her as an accomplice to Death.
"Madame?"
Grell's voice brought her out of her reverie. Ann looked up at the butler with a look of mild annoyance. "What is it, Grell?"
"I've brought your tea." The brunette set a cup full of steaming tea in front of the red headed woman.
Ann sighed softly. She had to admit that Grell could be rather efficient at times. Lifting the cup up to her lips, Ann took a small sip. . . and promptly spit it back out. "Grell, how many times do I have to tell you that sugar and salt are two different things!"
"I'm soooooo soooooorrrrryyy!" Grell wailed in dismay.
It seems that things are never serious for long when one has an incompetent butler.
"Well?"
"No matter how many times I go through the possible scenarios, only the viscount could have been the murderer."
Ciel sighed and ran a hand through his hair before narrowing his eye at the butler. "Only a supernatural being could have done this. Was it you, Sebastian?"
Sebastian smirked at that."Really, young master, I'm hurt that you'd think such a thing of me. I told you already that I do not lie. I am your 'chessman', here to take your orders as given. You alone will decide what moves I make. Didn't you say as much on 'that day'? For now I am merely playing the role of a butler, and I will not cross that line."
"So it wouldn't have been possible for someone who was at the party?" Ciel asked, seemingly moving on from his accusation and the answer his butler gave.
"Someone we are very close to, young master."
Ciel scowled as he said, "You knew all along."
"Of course. I'm one hell of a butler after all. Would you expect anything less?" The demon's eyes glowed fuchsia for a moment as the boy removed his eye-patch.
Ciel opened the eye he always kept covered, the mark of his contract showing clearly in the light of the lamp on his bedside table. "Then make sure you prove your worth to me tonight, Sebastian. You are my 'chessman' and now you shall become my sword. We're moving into check."
With an easy grace that only a demon could have, the butler knelt on one knee and held his right hand over his heart. "Yes, my lord."
Undertaker sighed gratefully as he sank into the warm bath water. Unable to sleep after kissing Raven, the mortician had gone to do what he did best; his job.
But even a death god needs his rest, and his body was now protesting to the fact that he had not gotten any for almost 24 hours. A nice, hot bath was just what he needed. . . But now he was free to think about something other than which thread he should use to stitch up what part of the body.
Raven's lips had been so soft when he kissed her the night before. The way her black tresses splayed out over her pillow made him want to run his fingers through them and see if her hair was as silky as it looked.
The retired reaper submerged himself under the water for a few moments before coming up again, pushing his dripping hair back from his face. He then reached for the little jar of soap he made specifically for washing his hair and started cleaning himself off.
Meanwhile, Raven had finally woken up after sleeping the day away. She shuffled her way out of her room (that was actually Undertaker's room), down the hall, towards the bathroom; completely unaware that it was currently occupied.
And Undertaker, in his exhaustion (not to mention thoughts of Raven filling his mind), had forgotten to lock the door.
Raven yawned widely as she turned the handle and opened the door to Undertaker in his full naked glory. Both Shinigami froze as they stared at each other; Undertaker holding a towel on his head with both hands in the midst of toweling his hair dry and Raven with her hand still on the door handle. It took a few moments for her shocked brain to register the scene before her, but when it did her face gave Madame Red's hair a run for it's money.
"Pardon me!" She exclaimed before slamming the door shut.
The man covered his face with the towel, certain that he was red from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes as he groaned in embarrassment.
Why are you so embarrassed? Mortis asked. Many women have seen you naked before.
That was before He changed everything. Undertaker looked at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes burning with hatred. Derrick Morningstar.
