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Ch.16

"So you want me to look at a sick servant of yours, Earl?" Undertaker asked, walking inside the manor.

"I'm pretty sure I made that clear on the way over here." Ciel snapped back.

"Is he dead, or on the verge of death?" Undertaker continued, anticipating the answer.

"I'm more than sure that he is, alive, and, well?" Ciel hesitated.

"Don't say that of course he's alive you idiot!" I exclaimed hitting the top of his head lightly but firmly.

"Khehehe, quite the energetic one we've got here." Undertaker addressed, an eerie glow shown from behind his silver locks of hair hiding his eyes.

"I wouldn't—" Derrick started, "She can be just a bit angered quite instantly."

I shot the three of them a cold glare and headed for the study. Quite frankly, I had no time to waste on the likes of them.

"Clarissa, do you not wish to attend to the matter yourself?" Sebastian asked, at least he had the courtesy to speak so proper, then again I shouldn't be the one talking.

"Maybe later, I have a lot on my mind at the moment." I stammered.

"Are you sure? I thought you wanted to see Pluto." Derrick asked.

"I'm positive, would you mind coming with me?" I asked.

"W-Well I wanted to go along with the rest so—" Derrick began.

"Good, it seems as though you have no objections, come on." I finished walking towards the other hall.

"Geez." Derrick complained from behind.

"Oh, so now you want to complain?" I asked.

"You're a real pain." Derrick sighed.

"Excuse me?" I asked, emphasizing my tone.

"You made such a big deal out of this and you aren't even going to check up on him?" Derrick continued.

"Well, like I said before, I have a lot on my mind, I can't think straight right now." I explained.

"That doesn't seem like a good excuse, let's go." Derrick said grabbing my wrist.

"No, leave me alone I have to think this through." I snapped pulling my wrist away.

"Think about what? What could possibly have you in this attitude?" Derrick stressed.

"First, Undertaker, is that even his name? He runs a funeral parlor, why would he of all people help us, and to what advantage or knowledge does he know about this. I know we can't get an actual doctor for specific reasons but why him. He gives off and ominous feeling. It might just be me, but I don't feel like we should trust him. Also, he wants to know about us, isn't that the slightest bit unusual?" I stated.

"Well it was your fault for agreeing to it. I'm sure Ciel had some sort of plan to have Undertaker come anyways. You shouldn't have acted on your own accord, now we have to be extra cautious of the information we give out." Derrick countered.

"Okay I get it I made a mistake, again." I apologized slightly.

"What? Is this your way of saying sorry?" Derrick asked in amusement.

"Fine, let's go I've had enough of your pity." I sighed.

"Oh I wouldn't call it pity, more like—"

"Enough." I interjected.

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"A coma? Was it really that bad?" Ciel asked.

"Well considering, with the information you've given me, the blast must have taken quite the effect on him. It doesn't look too serious; I'd say that he should wake up in a day or so." Undertaker explained.

"Thank you for your service, Undertaker." Sebastian said flatly.

"But~ If I doesn't work out so nicely I'd be happy to create the utmost lovely coffin for him." Undertaker chided.

"Thanks but no thanks." Ciel uttered.

"Oh Earl, you don't have to take my jokes so seriously." Undertaker professed.

"Your 'jokes' seem to be in a convincing tone, you might want to fix that next time." Ciel advised.

"I'll take that into consideration, now then, before I go how about some tea? I can have my form of payment at that time as well." Undertaker began.

"That is, if that little lady would like to join us."

"I'm sure she'd be more than happy to." Ciel lied.

Crap, how am I supposed to get Clary to have tea with Undertaker? She's pretty pissed off at the moment anyway. Ciel thought

"Is that so? She seemed upset when we got here; I thought she would at least like to check up on her, friend?" Undertaker questioned.

"Friend seems like an appropriate term in her relationship with Plu- erm, one of my servants." Ciel responded.

"Shall we go then?" Sebastian asked.

"I guess Derrick wasn't coming after all." Ciel said lightly.

"Now that I think about it, he did say something about coming back." Sebastian replied.

"Should we wait then?" Undertaker asked.

"No, we can discuss this later." Ciel finished, moving toward the door.

Sebastian quietly followed, along with Undertaker. Ciel reached to turn the knob of the door but to his surprised, the door in turn jolted open. Ciel jumped in surprise only to find the familiar faces of his accomplices standing in the hall.

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"Where were you headed?" Derrick asked.

"Where was I headed? What the hell were you thinking opening the door before knocking, a little, 'Hey I'm coming in.' would've been a nice heads up." Ciel said sucking in his breath

"Sorry about that." I began.

"W-Well it was more of Derrick's fault anyway." I pouted lightly.

"My fault?" Derrick questioned.

"Yes, you idiot." I responded in a flat tone.

"Fine, anyway, how's Pluto?" Derrick asked.

"He's going to be alright it isn't anything serious." Sebastian answered.

"I want to see him." I said pushing my way through, Derrick following close behind.

Pluto was lying in the same position he had been the first time I'd seen him in before. His breathing wasn't as heavy either. I placed my hand lightly over his forehead, it wasn't as warm either.

"Thank goodness." I sighed in relief.

"Are we done here?" Derrick asked.

"If you are, then we will be having tea in the dining room. Care to join us?" Ciel said.

"Certainly." Derrick answered.

"I guess so." I said lightly.

"Great, I'm looking forward to be better acquainted with you two." Undertaker grinned.

"Well, let's get going." Ciel urged.

The halls were brightly lit, unlike the time before. It was a lot easier to maneuver through; it had a nostalgic feeling to it. Sebastian was right at Ciel's side like always, and Undertaker strode right behind the two. Derrick walked slightly ahead; it was only expected of him either way.

The dining room was neatly decorated with vases of all different sizes, shapes, and colors. Each vase had all sorts of beautifully arranged flowers. The walls were a dark, wood furnishing with elaborately embellished gold designs. A long table that seated 8 was in the center of the sapphire-blue carpet; that too had intricate embroidery. The chairs matched the carpet's coloring and looked as if they had been polished none too long ago. Ciel hardly has acquaintances, let alone guests so I never expected the dining room to look as grand as it had.

"Please, make yourself comfortable. I will be back with the tea and snacks." Sebastian began.

"Derrick would you mind?" he finished.

"No not at all." Derrick replied.

"O-Oh, Do you need help?" I asked.

"No it's fine. Thank you for your offer though." Sebastian murmured.

"I see you are one to help?" Undertaker asked as I took a seat across from him.

Ciel was seated at the head of the table, with Undertaker to his left, and me on his right.

"In any way I can I suppose, although I don't seem to be of much help." I let out an uneasy chuckle.

"So what relations do you have with the Earl?" Undertaker questioned.

"W-Well it's hard to say, I guess we are just working together." I answered.

"That was a bit vague, to explain in more detail, Clary is working as the Queen's Guard…Pup." Ciel interjected.

"Pup?" Undertaker burst out in a fit of laughter that lasted only mere seconds.

"Pup?" I repeated in a dangerously angered tone.

"Putting it bluntly that was the best I could think of." Ciel let out a slight laugh.

"I guess it can't be helped, her actions do mirror those of a reckless pup." Derrick said walking in with a cart filled with all kinds of pastries.

On the very top of the cart was the tea kettle and 3 teacups. Each of which was a pale ivory with white and red roses carefully painted on them. The rims of the saucer and handle of the cups were a stunning gold color. Sebastian followed close behind and began to pour the tea. It gave off a light scent. Not too overpowering, but sort of 'floral' scent the color was a golden-hazel, the way it flowed into the cup was graceful as well.

"This scent seems familiar, what is it?" Ciel asked when a cup was placed by him.

"I think it is Darjeeling, judging by its scent and color." I said softly.

"You have a good eye and sense of smell, yes it is actually." Sebastian said placing a cup next to me.

"Well, it was just a guess." I replied.

"Speaking of 'eyes' we still need for you to be examined." Derrick cut-in.

"Hm? Did something happen?" Undertaker asked.

"Oh, nothing, it's just that during the calamity that went on some debris blurred my vision a bit. Other than that I'm fine." I explained.

"That's no good at all, you see, your eyes are more important than you think." Undertaker whispered leaning closer and closer over the table.

But his hair is blocking his eyes, so isn't that a bit—

Undertaker moved back into his seat swiftly, exposing his eyes for just a split second. In my advantage for sitting so close, I was able to see his eyes as clear as the light of day. Even for a brief moment, piercing green and yellow eyes stared intently on mine.

"I suppose so." I managed to get out.

"What would you like, scones, or a slice of Rhubarb pie?" Derrick asked, averting me from my thoughts.

"Huh, oh, neither. Thank you though." I quickly replied.

"What about you?" Derrick asked Undertaker who respectfully declined.

"Take a seat; I'd like to speak with you both." Undertaker chided.

Derrick sat down in the seat next to me and Sebastian stayed at Ciel's side. Not surprising me at all, he was eating a slice of pie and sipping at his cup. Giving no regard to our presence.

"So if you don't mind me asking, how did you become well-known and trusted by the Queen?" Undertaker asked.

"I solved, or at least contributed in a case Ciel was working on." I answered.

"I see how did you know the Earl at that time?" Undertaker continued.

"Well, that's a bit complicated—"

"I was helping Clary move to the dorms at Westen. She hit an inconvenience on the way, so I let her stay in one of the guest rooms. Also, you might think why I felt sympathy for someone without a penny to their name, but Clary, no; Clarissa Stonewell here comes from a prestigious family as well. You should probably start off from the beginning when getting to know someone." Ciel cut-in.

"My apologies Mistress, I had no idea of your background." Undertaker apologized with interest filling his words.

"I-It's fine and there really isn't any need to address me so formally." I stammered.

"Now about you." Undertaker began again, focusing his eyes on Derrick.

"To put it simply I am Clary's guardian at least that is what the Queen had assigned me to be. Other than that I am merely her servant." Derrick answered not a single waver in his voice.

"I see, well I think that's it for now. I hope to meet again Miss Clarissa, and your guardian." Undertaker said simply and rose from his seat.

He hadn't taken one sip from his cup. Neither did I but I was caught up in answering his questions. I couldn't afford to slip up. Sebastian led Undertaker out of the room and I quickly followed behind. It was only courteous to do so, but I felt a sort of pull to not let him leave just like that. Derrick and Ciel stayed behind, it was useless to call after them since we had reached the door already. Before Sebastian had shut the door Undertaker mouthed something inaudible. I was able to at least see his lips move while he spoke, but right after a cold smirk spread across his face.

We'll meet again, soon enough.

A/N: Also...Hi. That is all. Hope you liked it please review and point out mistakes ~(*v*)~

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