The ride into town was, in my opinion…creepy. The guy driving kept giggling to himself while I just sat in the back with the coffins. Were there bodies in them? Imagine that; a Grim Reaper getting creeped out by the thought of cold dead bodies. But I kept thinking about where the hell my red clad senpai could've gone. Obviously, he wouldn't be hard to miss. Really hard not to miss. Sometime later, the cart hit cobblestone streets and stopped behind an old building.

"Do come inside, young one~ I'll prepare some tea. Ihihihi~" This guy was creepy beyond my vocabulary. For one, he picked up a person – me – who was clad in a suit not very familiar attire for their society and had green-yellow ringed eyes out in the countryside. I could only question his logic on people. I stepped inside the building as he put away the mule. That moment, I realized this guy was not just another human. But a sicko. There were jars and beakers on the shelves with human organs and coffins everywhere. The place was dimly lit but I could see cobwebs perched in the corners. I took slow, small steps as if something would jump out and attack me. My imagination must be really something because at that very second, long, bony fingers found my shoulders and I let out a yelp and jumped, causing myself to land on the dusty wooden floor. Loud, high pitch laughter emanated behind me and I saw it was the creep in the black robes, clutching his gut and laughing quite hard.

This guy is nuts! I thought to myself, watching as eventually resorted to breathy giggles and trying to catch his breath until he spoke, "I'm sorry, young one~ Did I startle you~?" That grin plastered on his young scarred face would put the Cheshire cat to shame; it looked like his face was going to split in two.

I stood up and dusted myself off, my heart still thumping rapidly from the little scare, courtesy of this strange human. He gestured for me to sit while he got tea in the other room. I looked around and resorted to sitting on a coffin – which I hoped was empty. I pushed up my glasses as my peculiar eyes scanned the room of shelves and coffins until they fell on the entering figure holding a tray of beakers.

"Hope you like Early Grey, Ihihihi~."I hesitantly took the tea filled beaker offered to me. He took the other and sat behind his desk. I could feel his stare through his silver fringe covering his eyes. I turned my face to him as he just giggled.

"Might I ask who you are?" I said, still clutching the beaker. He grinned and stood up.

"You may call me Undertaker, young one~ It's what I do~." He giggled behind his sleeve cover hand as he stared down at me. His name – or title – would explain a lot, "And what is yours, young one~?"

"Samuel Bishop." I replied as he just grinned and waltzed over to an urn and lifting off the lid. I stared, wondering what Undertaker was doing. He reached in and pulled out…a cookie? I sweat-dropped a little as he just giggled and nibbled on the bone-shaped treat.

I sighed and set down the lukewarm tea on the coffin I was sitting on and stood up, "I am sorry but I really must be going. Thank you for taking me into town, Undertaker." I turned to leave out the front. My leather gloved hand was merely centimeters from the knob when Undertaker took my wrist and spun me back to face him. Bubble intruder! Bubble intruder! He just grinned in my face as I tried to put some space between us but his other hand was on my waist, leaning much too close for my comfort.

"Oya oya~ why leave so soon, young one~? I'm hurt~." He giggled as my brow furrowed at him. If was on the 'To Die List', I would have slaughtered him personally.

Undertaker POV

I grinned at my little guest's reaction. I knew full well my guest was a shinigami. Those eyes say it all. And I knew full well 'he' was no 'he' at all. The way she walked, the way she stood and everything in between. One must never underestimate the knowledge of an undertaker. She was truly something for dressing and pretending to be a man. Dressing like one, acting like one and even going as far as changing her records so they all said she was male. So carefully planned out, but for what reason I wonder in amusement.

She was very uneasy when I was so close to her in this way. Her cheeks were very noticeably pink but her brow was scrunched up in anger. Oh, funny this was. The Earl hadn't been around in ages and I was dying for a good laugh. And this young one sure gave me one when I spooked her. I couldn't resist not scaring the Reaper I so humbly gave a ride. She must be very new if she didn't know who I was. My hand on her waist was firm as she struggled for some distance as I just giggled in delight. I wouldn't let her that I figured out her little secret. Just for the fun of it. My fingers around her thin wrist moved to grasp her hand and spun her around as if we were dancing. But instead of music resounding in our ears, it was just my laughter and her growls. How fun this was…but not as fun as my little hobby.

Original POV

"Oi! Let me go already!" This guy was officially a lunatic! He was holding me and spinning us around as if there was music but his laughter was starting to give me a serious head ache and blood lust. On top of that, my personal space no longer even existed because of him. My anger and embarrassment bubbled inside of me and I snapped. Human or not, he was going to taste my axe! I pushed as hard as I could with my one hand that had been trying and got some distance. He looked a little shocked but I didn't stop. I summoned my Death Scythe, the staff firmly clenched in my hand and my ringed eyes were giving Undertaker a hard, fiery glare.

While most would be intimidated, this bastard…was laughing.

"Ihihihihihihihi~! Ihihihihihi!" I could almost picture him having tears in his eyes and his gut exploding at how hard he was laughing. Did I just feel the building shake? He started to calm down and there was a sound outside the shop that seemed to be horse hooves that stopped. Undertaker's head snapped up and he grinned. I started to cool down and deactivated my Death Scythe. However, what I heard next was a voice so familiar, I could only facepalm.

"SE-BAS-CHAAAAAAAAAAN~!"

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Sorry it took a while and sorry for those waiting for updates on my other stories

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