Chapter 7

For once, the Doctor was walking behind them, following them closely as they walked to the Undertaker's funeral parlor. Ankara was close on his heels, asking him all sorts of questions about his adventures, the people he had traveled with, and the places he had been. Ciel sighed and tried to swallow his irritation at their constant babbling, but Sebastian seemed somewhat amused by the female's burning curiosity. The Doctor's voice was excited and cheerful as he spoke, currently describing an encounter he had with some creature named Cassandra.

"So, she tells me "Don't get in the way of my plans." and the only response I can think to give is "Or what? You'll moisturize me?"" he said loudly, laughing at his own sassy response.

Ankara laughed as well, her voice ringing like a bell through the nearly deserted street.

"Then what?" she asked, enthralled by his tale.

"She dried out. Without her cronies there to keep her skin healthy, she just withered away. Or so I thought. Turned out she had been alive the whole time, living in the basement of a hospital where, get this, the nurses were cats."

At that, Sebastian's attention was immediately snatched away from the current situation, and he looked over his shoulder at the Time Lord curiously.

"Cats? What kind of cats?" he asked with a small smile.

"Tabby, I believe. They all got arrested, though. They had been growing flesh and using them to test cures for diseases, cures that were at least a thousand years too early. They ended up causing havoc, and creating a whole new species!" the Doctor waved his arms happily.

"We're here." Ciel interrupted, turning to give his butler a cold glare.

"Sorry, my lord. I do so love cats." Sebastian apologized with a nod.

The group stood in front of a strange looking gray building, with several large pots sitting around the edges of the door. A large purple sign strung by the roof read "Undertaker". The Doctor grinned widely and, without a moments hesitation, walked through the door. Ciel sighed and followed him, and Sebastian was close on his heels. However, the demon paused and looked back at Ankara, who was walking behind him.

"After you." he said with a slight bow.

Ankara thanked him with a polite smile and walked into the parlor, followed by Sebastian. Ciel gave his butler a curious look at the display, something that he had only seen the demon do when he had ordered him to be polite to important guests. The demon didn't seem to notice his master's stare; at least, he didn't acknowledge it. Ciel sighed and decided to ask about it later.

"Undertaker, are you here?" he asked loudly, looking around at the messy funeral parlor.

"Ehh-heh heh heh...hello there, earl~! Do I get the pleasure of fitting you for one of me coffins today?" a voice asked creepily, and the door of one of the nearby coffins slammed open.

Ankara nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden noise, and her normally blue eyes flashed a sinister red in alarm. Sebastian reassured her with a quick look and a prod on the shoulder, and she relaxed as the Undertaker stepped out of the coffin. He was a tall, and very thin man, with silver hair so long that it trailed down his back and hid most of his face. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat over it, with a point that was long and jagged. He held a pot in his hands, and his long purple fingernails clicked as he drummed his fingers against it.

"No, that's never why I'm here." Ciel said with an annoyed look, earning a slight chuckle from the strange man.

"Then what is it? There's nothing all that odd going on, unless you count the mess in the cemetery..." he asked with a thoughtful look, pulling a dog biscuit from the pot in his hands and munching on it.

"Ooh, that sounds promising! So, what's going on in the cemetery?" the Doctor asked, rubbing his hands together.

"Who wants to know? I've never seen you before." Undertaker asked, a curious smirk across his lips.

"I'm the Doctor."

Undertaker clicked his tongue and paused for a moment, then a twisted smile wormed its way across his face.

"You're a Time Lord." he said with a gleeful grin, hopping around happily and pointing a bony finger at the Doctor.

"How did you know that?" Ankara asked incredulously.

"How could I not know? There have been stories passed around at the Shinigami Dispatch Society about a man from another world who travels through time, answering the calls of those lost souls who need help. He's practically a Shinigami himself, with how much death follows in his wake! The lone traveler, the lonely angel, the wanderer, the last of the Time Lords!" Undertaker hissed gleefully, a Cheshire-cat grin nearly tearing his face in half.

"Ah, I get it now. You're a Shinigami, a "grim reaper" of sorts. We need your help, Mr. Undertaker." the Doctor replied, suddenly serious and somewhat solemn.

"Of course. If it's important enough to get a Time Lord involved then I'll help free-of-charge." Undertaker said quickly, suddenly serious as well.

"Good, I'm not in the mood for jokes. We need to know what's going on in the cemetery." Ciel asked, leaning back a bit to better look at the much taller person.

"Well, for the past few weeks now I've noticed that graves have been desecrated, disturbed, robbed." Undertaker hissed, eating another dog biscuit and offering one to the Doctor.

"Robbed of what?" the Doctor asked, accepting a biscuit and chewing on it as if it were normal to eat dog treats.

"The bodies." Undertaker replied simply.

"The bodies?" Sebastian asked, mild surprise written on his face.

"Yes, dear butler. They're just gone. Without a trace. As if they've been snatched from the sky."

"That sounds like something Remiel could easily manage, with wings. But why would he need dead bodies?" Ankara asked in confusion.

"A lot can be done with the dead, Ankara. Quite a lot." the Doctor replied thoughtfully, his brow knit.

There was silence in the parlor for a moment, then something occurred to Ciel. His eyes widened, and he looked over at the Doctor sharply.

"Doctor, last night you mentioned something like this happening in the future. Dead bodies being harvested to be used to create new life. What if it's happening early with this Remiel's help? What if he wants to speed that up to completely wipe the Earth clean? Doctor, could it be the-"

Ciel was quickly interrupted as the Doctor realized what he meant.

"DALEKS!"

Author's note-Yes, Daleks. What is a Dr. Who fanfic without them? Remiel is in league with the Daleks, but...why?