It was a utter shock, he couldn't believe it. Ciel stared wide-eyed at the Undertaker. A Grim Reaper the whole time, how did he miss it? The man gave no indication he was one. From what Ciel knew, he seem far from any traces of a Reaper. Yes, the man seem to enjoy his job over the dead, the young Earl just thought that was it. Not, all this. Then again...still Ciel remained shocked no matter what his mind tried to make sense of.

"You've been hiding yourself well." Sebastian said. "Since you kept your eyes hidden, I never noticed it either."

Grell agreed with a surprised Ronald who pointed out the similar eyes, Undertaker shared. "Yes. There's no mistaking it that yellowish-green glimmer. A Grim Reaper."

Undertaker laughed with light nostalgic and thin smile. "How nostalgic, it's been half a century since someone last called me that."

Before anything else could be said, Rian interrupts running over to Undertaker. "What's the meaning of this, Undertaker?" He demanded. "Didn't you tell me that we could control the corpses as long as have this device!?"

Undertaker smiled, a finger to his lower lip. "Is that sooo?"

"Did you fool me? Was it all a lie?"

"But you see I thought it was funny, since you were trying to bring the dead back to life in all seriousness." Undertaker smiled uncaringly, with a light humorous in his eyes. Gave a little shrug. "You were the perfect person for my purpose."

Rian was stunned. Undertaker kept going, delight and laughter in his voice. "So our goal of making the entire world healthier? That's your goal isn't it? Also," his smiled curled. "You couldn't perform the resurrection of human beings with that of medicine that you possess. Though, one has found another method." His eyes slide quickly to Ciel for a second, return to Rian. "In my book, from the moment you relied on my skills that can't be called medicine anymore. The kind of guy who would use a treatment he doesn't even understand on his patients is no longer a doctor you see."

Stunned Rian falls to his knees of the burying words. "No...no way.."

With a hand Undertaker pats Rian's head lightly. "You were a good boy who honestly believed in my story..don't worry," he whispered. "you're not the only one."

"So in other words," Ciel pieced together. "you're the mastermind behind this Aurora Society's human resurrection experiments...Undertaker!"

Undertaker's smile curled a little more. Held a finger to his own lips. "It's a secret." Softly cackled. "So I'll tell you, along with another. That will quite surprise." His eyes cast up for a moment, in the opposite direction Ronald stood his smile for a moment turned into a smirk. Returned back to Ciel.

All ears and eyes fall and stay on the man. He began. "Is what I'd like to but by doing that phoenix pose you've paid me for an awful amount of information. It's true that I was the one who made these moving corpses."

"Why?" Ciel demanded.

"Ah, yes...at first it was probably just my curiosity towards humans. Humans are 'a flesh body' and 'a soul ' if you bring these two together, one can exist among the living and keep on documenting their life's memories in the 'Cinematic Record' and when the flesh body withers and the Grim Reaper collect this souls, the record ends there and the living become the dead. Grim Reaper take the soul from the body according to a list, causing an end to the kaleidoscope. Day in day ou, peacefully, indifferently. I had lived that Grim Reaper life for a long time, when one day I thought. What would happen if the end had a continuation? What would happen to the flesh body if you were to connect a continuation to the memories that had come to an end without the soul? The body and brain that holds the memories are in this world."

"You edited the records?" Grell asked.

Undertaker points to some of the dolls, still coming. Chuckling a bit. "Well then how about you take a look at their records with your own abilities?"

Grell does, sliced a doll seeing two Cinematic Records. One of when they where alive and the other when they continued moving. Once they died. And at the end of the records the Undertaker appeared making goofy poses. They along with Sebastian where appalled by what they saw. Unable to see Ciel demanded to know what was happening.

With his smile still on, Undertaker explained further. "The end of mark the cinematic records that arrives along with every death. By connecting these fake records to them, I made it so that end would never come. Though unless it's stolen. Somehow the body mistakenly thinks that life is still continuing and starts moving again without a soul! And if you do that all living beings instinctively try to fill up whatever they lack. If your body gets wounded, it will close it up. If the spirit feels lonely one will seek others in order to fill this emptiness. The same with time."

His eyes quickly slide back upward towards the balcony, lingered their for a littler longer. Hummed that familiar nursery rhyme. Tuned Sebastian's attention further. Grell's too.

Undertaker kept going. "That's why they also instinctively seek what they lack..." his hands form a heart. "In order to find a 'soul' they will try and open up the bodies of the living. To settle the balance of the nearing-ending cinematic record, you see. It's nearly identical to another."

"Is that why they came after our souls even though they have no hearing or sight!" Ciel concluded.

"It's impossible for them to make another's soul theirs. It's the same with them and time," he side tracked with a sigh and light shrug. Returned back to topic at hand. though..I can tamper with their records. Just as they do with time." Side tracked again, returned. Though continued to merge the two. "I experimented a lot. But most of them never became anything more than flesh dolls without a self. Happen with them too, at first, though actually the first time was..well I suppose selfish accident. They began to tamper too, trying to figure out how to make time work for them, so they could-"

"Just what are you talking about?" Ciel demanded.

Undertaker held up another finger to his etched lips. "Don't be rude and interrupt. I did promise you a story. Let me finish, now where was I? Oh yes," he jumped back to talking about the corpses. "That's why I call them not living. The Bizarre Dolls and not dead."

"How perverse can you be?" Ciel said disgusted.

"I'm not the only one," Undertaker sings, waving a finger, walked up the stairs of the foyer. Brushing off Ciel's comment and prying eye wanting to know what he meant by his last comment. The amusement glimmered in Undertaker's eyes. This was just too rich. Kept going. "That you can't understand this beauty just means you're still to young earl..but, they did." His eyes brighten for a moment. "Until, well..."he shrugged. Took a doll and held her. Swaying back and forth. As if dancing, leaned his head lighting on hers. A glimmer of past yearning in his eyes. Closed his eyes for a moment, hummed softly.

No one knew what just came over the man, trapped in this swooning. "Precious memories." He said softly, with a slight...very light shiver. "So much exchanging of intimate pleasures. We learned so much from one another, deeply. Had to be careful not to wake...the our little mouse." His eyes open at the confusion of others. Especially Ciel's. Only softened, his stretched smile. Chuckled softly. "Do you know why it's called the Aurora Society? Why I named it so? It's was to retain a bit of piece and hopefully bring them back. You know, we use to," he held the doll closer, giving it a slight squeeze. Exhaled faintly. "Ah, I shouldn't go into details. I wonder if that soft hair of theirs smells like spring? It's been some time since I've held them so close. My..."

He stopped. Too much was coming out. "Look at me, the story was taking over. Now," he returns back the main topic. Though both where equally important. "This beautifully stitched skin as white as wax, just like when they were alive. Their mouths that cannot clamour nosily or tell lies any longer." His fingers intertwined with the dolls. Another moment of the story nearly slipped out, he caught himself. Swallowed it back down. "Aren't they all far more beautiful than when they were alive?"

Repulsed Ciel cringed slightly. "It makes me sick!"

"That's what you say, but...there're humans who want these Bizarre Dolls too you know?"

Ciel and the others where astounded by this.

All the more entreating for Undertaker. "What do you think?" He muses. "It's the best animal weapon there is, right? That eccentric bunch said they wanted to see till what extent they could use them. So we decided on experimenting by throwing the same amount of humans and Bizarre Dolls together on luxury cruise ship. Let them kill each and see how man survive on each end?"

"Quite deranged." Sebastian said.

Undertaker's smile spread further. "So are they, you'd be surprised. Anyway I never though we'd crash into an icebergs. Having quit being a Grim Reaper, I don't own the list anymore."

"I see." Sebastian realized. "You mean this ship was never headed for America." Undertaker smiled more. Giving some what of an answer.

That didn't sit well with Grell. "The more he says the more I know I can't let this pass."

"I know right." Ronald agreed. "Grim Reapers distorting the way of Death' is totally impossible. Though he doesn't have glasses. Is he one of those 'deserters' you see sometimes?"

Grell didn't care. "He can be anything for all I care. It's against the rules for Grim Reapers to come to the world and meddle with life and death maters."

The irony. "The quickest way to get him to cough up how the moving corpses work is probably to just tie him up and hand him over to the bosses...also..Even more than this being against the rules of crime of hurting a maiden's face!" Revved up his chainsaw attacked Undertaker. "No matter how hot you might be, I can't forgive you for that!"

Undertaker easily blocks Grell's attack. Ronald comes in from behind to assist Grell, gets kicked aside by Sebastian.

"What the hell Bassy!?" Grell seethed at the demon.

Who responded calmly fixing his glove. "I'd be in trouble if I let you guys hall him off."

"We also have a duty to present him the truth before the queen." Ciel added. "We can't let him get away!"

"So you see," Sebastian said, smirking and fixing his glove. "We'll be the ones to take him into custody."

That was not going to happen. This was a problem between Grim Reapers, no outsiders. Grell told them to stay away. But, orders where orders given by his master, Sebastian was not. It was his job as a butler. So may it be, neither party would hold back in the capture of their prey.

Taking amusement, yet again at the situation before him, Undertaker giggled. His eyes look up again once more at the balcony. Smirked fondly. "You know, I never did get a chance to finish the rest of the story. Would you like to know?" Directed the question to Ciel. Who remained stoic, but his eye flickered with a yearning. "Wonderful-"

"Who cares!" Grell snarled, slashed down with his chainsaw.

Undertaker moved, evading the three attack wave from the trio. Mused. "But, it's such a wonderful story. You know earl, you should really be careful you let into your home. Into your family."

Ciel's eye narrowed. "What do you mean?"

Dodging another attack, Undertaker just smiled. "Where to begin? Where did it began? Correction, when. It was on a cold day of winter, actually, now that I think about it...it was nearing winter really. The chill heavy in the air, in the dark. When it happened. When I found them, oh poor thing really. So cold and shivering on that cold, damp ground. Hanging on by a thread." He paused, for a moment. "When they came, it was like a rippling effect. One that had spread out further than needed. It coast someone dear, for their selfish act. Of self-preservation. But, they didn't care. Considering the time they stole, did you ever wonder, the strangeness of your cousins?"

Ciel's eye narrowed further.

Undertaker kept going. "No records of adoptions, now actual record of their home before. They just..it was as if they just instantly popped up." He evaded again, jumping back. Without a sweat. "Of course that Aunt of yours covered that trail. But, I'm sure before you fetched them, you did your own research, just not.."his voice lowers with a grin. "all the way."

"Wait a minute!" Ronald caught on rather late. "Are you talking about, May?"

Undertaker just looked at him. Before dodging another attack. "Have you wondered or noticed anything strange about, them? Hmm?" He directed back to Ciel. Who remained stoned. But there was fury building in that blue eye of his's. "I'm sure by now you've seen those markings. Oh, you have. How their garden grew despite all around them? Healthy people from their town? Life that just radiated without a single worry, but, the moment they left it just..."

"Died!" Ronald gasped.

"I suppose one can call it that. Did you know earl, that the youngest was known for become sick...sick to death. There where so many times death came knocking at the door. But, it never took the precious mouse. She was always happy and healthy. Yet, there where times she'd have nightmares and talk about a 'Bad Man' or just zone out. Now, why is that? Even the eldest did so, have you ever noticed them in a moment of pain. Briefly. Did they pass out and remain in a state of comatose for a bit?"

Yes.

"So you did," a light laugh slipped from Undertaker's lips. "and yet you knew no medical reason why. They suddenly awoke. You know time is a fickle thing, it can be stolen easily as it is given. Yet, at the same time, it cause immense guilt. Guilt that has been eating them alive since day one, of course they became disgusted for a brief moment at what they did, only to be crushed by the real truth later. They eventually learned to survive in a new place. Stealing to live. To stay. After all it's nature."

"Just what are you getting at?" Ciel demanded with Sebastian. Who's kick did not land.

"Ebony flowers are not just beautiful to look at," Undertaker said. "they are more than what is seen on the surface. In order for them to stay in such a condition, they kill anything around them. Take it. Ah," he sighs. Again fondly. Land his eyes on Ciel. "my beautiful Ebony Flower."

Sprung back suddenly. Before something sharp pierced him. Just smirked, looked up. The battle halted, heads turn to the balcony find golden-yellow eyes harder than still and darker than coal glaring sharply at Undertaker.

Snarling at him. Point a bloody finger at him. Speak in a voice so dark and cold, a chill filled the room. "Say one more word and I'm going to also rip your tongue out. You bastard."


Okay this is just something I would like to know from those who want to answer. Would you like me to do a Black Butler/Harry Potter story with May, Ciel, and Harmony? The others will be included.

Or a modern day life style with everyone? Let me know.