A/N: For all of those who are still reading, I'd like to present to you this chapter which is literally labeled: If everyone had stayed in character.
Its basically self explanatory, just one day where the guys are still in character while raising the baby and taking place at the Dispatch. Even Shellobeth stays in character XD Sorta. Anywho, just a random drabble that I felt like doing because I reviewed my old OLD stories of Black Butler and noticed that in my earlier work a lot of them were missed at mark. Granted I hadn't seen an actual episode before I wrote my first one. Any, who is just a drabble.
The cart of books rattled loudly under Shellobeth as she looked around the room curiously. This may have been the second time that she had visited the Dispatch, but this was the first time in her few months of life that she had ever been in the Dispatch Library, and to be honest she was a little less than amazed by it all. What she was more amazed by was the amount of books that where on the cart with her. That's all that really mattered to her at the moment.
Behind her, her officially adoptive father pushed the cart closer to a section of shelving that was nearly bare with the lack of books on it. Frowning, Shellobeth attempted to recall what William had babbled on about the first time she visited. Something having to do with what she would have to do when she was older in order to be a reaper. In her tiny remind, she remembered something about identifying dead stuff being involved.
"Blank." Shellobeth noted out loud, pointing to the shelf that was eye level with her. "Shelf dead?"
"Hm?" The older reaper looked down at the little girl and followed her finger to the blank shelf.
"It dead." She repeated, grabbing a nearby book and setting it down on her lap. "No inside."
Her father suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, which resulted with him on the floor for some reason while Shellobeth watched. She smiled and figured she did good as she picked up the book again and opened it. She couldn't read yet, but she enjoyed looking at all of the pretty pictures of mangled bodies and murder weapons and she did this while waiting for her daddy to come back around and answer her question.
"Yes, the shelf is dead. But we're going to make it pretty again." Undertaker said, smiling his usual creepy grin as he plucked the book from the baby's gasp.
"Oh good." Shellobeth chirped as she watched the book get placed on the shelf.
This was nothing like the bodies or dollies that she helped daddy make pretty, but at least it was something. Giggling again, she carefully climbed down the side of the cart and crawled over to the silver-haired man's side and tugged at the edge of his cloak. He stopped and looked down at her for a moment.
"Es-plore." She sounded out as she rose to her knees and gestured to the surrounding area
"Not now Shelly, papa is busy." He responded with a smile, despite the little girl's disappointed one.
At that moment, William T. Spears of the Dispatch Society, entered the room and took in the current scene. There was that child again, the same one that the retired reaper had insisted on keeping, and the same one that always seemed to find a way to cause trouble for the others. With a grunt of disapproval, he adjusted his glasses and spoke.
"Did you really have to bring her with?" William snapped sharply upon his arrival to the place. "She will only serve as a distraction and danger to the others."
"Danger?" Both Crevans asked in unison, their strange accents lining the end of the word.
"Yes. As I seem to recall, the last, and the first for that matter, time you brought her, not only did a fork end up in the company's toaster but also a poisonous mushroom cloud was released in the break room." He said sternly, his voice raising a bit as he recalled the events.
"Hey! The toaster bit was blondies fault." Undertaker informed him in a matter-of-fact-shut-the-hell-up-no-ones-listening, type way. "It was funny though."
"What wasn't funny was the amount of paperwork that had to be filed to get a replacement toaster and replacement fork." The raven haired man said, adjusting his glasses yet again. "But that is besides the point. The point is that the child must be left at home. This is simply no place for her yet, and I kindly ask that you remove her from- Where did she go?"
He paused suddenly and looked down at where the child used to be. She was no longer in her spot and there was no sign of her in the library at all. With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his throbbing temple and looked up at the father and then to the shelf of books, and then back at the floor again. He waited for an answer and got one the moment his eyes fell.
"She went exploring." The other reaper responded, casually going back to shelving the books, not really worrying much over the missing girl. "Have faith, she'll be back, hehe."
"Dear, God... Just keep the child under control, for there will be consequences should anything go amiss." With that being said, William calmly left the room, crossed back over to his office, entered the room, and then closed the door.
A series of fowl words and a rant about the importance of order and paper work could be heard by Ronald, who was now walking passed with his arms wrapped behind his bed. Upon hearing this, he let out a light laugh, muttered an 'Oh shit, Boss is pissed,' and stood at the door and listened in. He didn't get to hear much of the ranting though, because the door suddenly opened and he fell in.
"Knox, don't you have field work that needs tending to?" The older reaper sounded a touch annoyed with the blonde and used him as a door mat as he left his office.
"Don't worry, boss." Ronald said as he popped back up like a cartoon character and smiled. "I'm getting to it right now."
He then summoned his lawnmower-scythe and started for the Dispatch exit but stopped when he felt someone hugging his leg. Looking down, he spotted a familiar baby reaper. Smiling he reached down and plucked her up and tickled her tummy.
"Hey mini, whats up?" He greeted, kissing her little cheek. "Haven't seen you around here in a while."
"Splorin." Shellobeth gushed, returning the little kiss.
"Really now? Are you supposed to when your daddy isn't around?" He said in a mock-stern voice, poking her tummy as he did so.
"Nope. Liberry shelf dead. Make pretty again!" Shellobeth tried to explain that her daddy was around, just not there.
Ronald looked at her with the same blank expression she held, but then smiled and ruffled her hair gently.
"Works for me. Say, how about you come with me? Get some first hand experience with field work for when you're older and less clutzy." He offered, knowing that the baby would more than likely say yes.
"Yeah!" She began to bounce up and down in his arms. "Red too?"
"I don't know hun. Lets go ask." Ronald said, tucking the child into his open jacket and buttoning it up so that he could carry her around, though he didn't have to go far to find the red-head.
They found him leaning against the wall, looking into a hand-held mirror while applying a shade of red lipstick that matched his hair. Looking up at the pair, he casually waved a gloved hand at them and then went back to looking into the mirror, muttering things about the hue of red or something like that, seemingly attempting to appear busy. This never stopped Shellobeth from disturbing the peace before though.
"Red! Splorin with us!" Shellobeth called over to him, waving her chubby arms around.
"Gee, I would love to but-" The red-head looked up and was about to decline the offer, but the look the baby was giving him made him feel a bit guilty.
Her little cheeks were puffed out and her eyes were squinted slightly. They were also very glossy from a few tears that had yet to fall while her bottom lip was sticking out and trembling. Her little arms were still stuck out in a 'hug' like way and she was making grabby hands while she whimpered. That was a look that none of the reapers were able to resist. He squealed at how adorable she looked and pulled both her and Ronald (she was still in his jacket) into a tight hug.
"Aww! That is so cute!" He squeaked, rubbing his cheek against the now happy baby's. "If I ever have babies, I hope they are just as cute as you."
"So, es-plore now?" Shellobeth giggled, kicking her tiny legs back and forth.
"Did your father say it was okay?" The red-head asked, "And Will for that matter, because if they get upset with us then it'll be your fault."
"Who cares? Will wanted her out anyway, and shes in safe hands." With that being said, the three left for the human world, with a laughing Undertaker and a horrified Will still watching from the dispatch.