Chapter Five:

My Expression must've been priceless, because Undertaker burst into another burst of giggles. He lost his balance on the rafter he was sitting on, falling to the floor.

His laughs never ceased, but grew louder and harder.

I glared at the laughing mortician laying on the floor. Eventually, my control faltered and I giggled softly.

When he had calmed, I helped him up.

"That was mean," I said.

"Maybe, but it was totally worth it." he chuckled. He glanced towards the clothes.

"Such a shame," he said. "It took such a long time to stuff those in there."

"Well why don't you just hang them up. It is a closet after all." I said. "And why did you make me tidy your shop when you were on the beam that whole time?"

"Correction: I didn't say you had to. If you were a bit brighter, you would have found me faster."

I gasped. "You tricked me."

He looked at me innocently. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Nevermind," I sighed. "When will I begin my training?"

"Whenever you think you're ready."

"Ok, I'm ready."

"No you're not." I looked at him, confused.

"Huh?"

"You can't train in that dress, I'm afraid." he said. He walked behind the counter and pulled a few clothes from behind it. He came back over, handing them to me.

"Hey, this is my hoodie and skirt." I said.

"I thought these would be more comfortable, so I washed them." he said. He pointed to the bathroom. "Go change and then we can begin."

I nodded and walking into the restroom, shutting the door behind me.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, amazed at how pale and flawless my skin was. My white hair was long and tangle-free.

I dressed, and looked at me reflection. If my skin color and hair color had been their normal colors, I would've still looked like my human self. I sighed and was about to leave the bathroom when I saw a green hair tie on the handle. I took it off the doorknob and pulled my hair out of my face and into a pony tail.

Now satisfied, I walked out, finding a dark room.

"U-Undertaker?" I called. There was no answer, and I felt my way to the light coming from the window. "I'm ready!"

"Nope. You're still not ready," he said. I strained to see in the dark light.

"What am I missing?"

"You're death scythes." he said. I looked around, trying to see, when a flash in the corner caught my eye. My katanas were in the corner. I walked over to pick them up. I hooked the belt to my waist.

"Am I ready now?"

"Yes," came the reply. Undertaker appeared behind me. "You are ready."

Another short chapter, but I'm updating once more. Next chapter: We go into the Jack the Ripper arc. Hope to see you there!

~JasmineCrevan