*Dusts off the story* My, my. It has been awhile, huh?
Sorry for the hella long hiatus, everyone. I feel terrible I let myself get so sidetracked so easily
But, I squeezed this chapter out of my brain for you all.
I hope Undertaker isn't too OOC
But, I'm trying.
Enjoy
Undertaker's POV
I was stirring the stew for the young shinigami and myself, humming and grinning. It surely was quite the treat to have a visitor. Sure my lovely little guests were good company but it's nice to have a response from someone with a pulse from time to time. It's odd, now that I think about it, because shinigami are technically dead but so lively (makes sense as they are death gods, like myself).
She could surely pass for one of my clients, though; waiting to be dolled up for their big day with their loved ones dressed in black and mourning at her chilled and soulless body. Ah, if she was one of my corpses, she would surely be a work of art. Just like the prostitutes from the Ripper case.
She had the pale, marble skin and silk hair. I could only grin wider at the thought of her lifeless being; lying wait on my table with my tools cleaned and sharpened. Lying there, waiting to be dissected and fixed just like a showcase doll. And the first incision would be so clean and -
I was so lost in my little daydream, the stew nearly burnt but I saved it, chuckling in amusement. My my, how unlike myself to be dazed about a woman. Sure, the dead ones made me smile and get excited but she was still moving and her heart still beating. But, as I said before, shinigami are technically dead in a way. Hm, the whole thing made me think. It surely was entertaining to have the young one around (she was fun to mess with~) but was she like that as a human as well?
I dished out the stew, grinning wider each second. Perhaps a little visit to the Shingami library soon could confirm this. I stepped back into the main shop, seeing her peeking at the jars on the shelves with an obvious look of disgust.
"Enjoying yourself, young one?" I chuckled as she jumped a little and saw me at the doorway with the tray in my hands.
"Your collection is truly, uh…interesting to say the least, Undertaker." I chuckled and held out her meal. She accepted the bowl offered to her, taking her place on one of the many coffins residing in the room with us. The sound of the thunder and pelting rain continued outside, the cobblestone streets deserted.
"The collection maybe be 'interesting' but my clients are the more fascinating ones~." I saw her look to me, an obvious question lurking in those bicolored Death God orbs of hers. She set aside the half done stew, curiosity lurking in her mind.
"Your clients?" She flinched when my grin slowly spread even wider.
"Yes, they are quite darling," I said, waltzing across the old hardwood. I knelt behind her, wrapping one of my arms around her shoulders to keep her in place. She tensed but I only chuckled.
"It's my job to fix them up and make them look lovely for their special day," I grinned, "Sometimes, those who go through a more dramatic and messy finale, I have to stitch them up. It's quite a messy job, having to sew flesh back together so their only family recognizes them." My long black finger nail poked her stomach, as if I were making an incision.
"First, I use my favorite scalpel to pierce the skin along the stomach while the blood drains~," I whispered, gesturing along her clothed stomach; she flinched but I could only grin wider.
"Then I remove each and every organ, one~ by~ one~." She glared at me from the corner of her eye but I continued, "Once all the blood it drained and the organs removed, I sprinkle the darling with salt and sew her up nice~ and neat~." I chuckled, purposely saying 'her' as I gestured sewing her stomach.
"Once she's all put together like a rag doll, I doll her up nice and pretty and send her for her big day~!" My hand on her stomach went up to her chin and poked her cheek. She snapped out of her little stupor (from the images I so happily gave her~) and shoved me away. She held her wavering glare, keeping some distance between us. I chuckled at the look she was giving me.
"It is getting late, young one," I said, changing the subject, "It is best we go to sleep. Since you must want to leave when you can, hehehe~." I gathered the empty bowls and set them in the kitchen. My guest waited for me to lead her to where she would be sleeping for the evening.
"Take your pick, young one~!" I told her. An eyebrow rose quizzically, not understanding. I chuckled and gestured to the fine wood coffins strewn about the room.
"Take~your~pick~!" I sung and her eyes widened a fraction. I cackled at her expression.
"I only joke with you, young one," I assured her, "You may sleep in the bedroom since I do not use it~."
My guest blinked before pushing up her glasses to cover up her relief. I lead her to the back of my little shop and to the unused bedroom. The door groaned as I opened it. Cob webs decorated crevices and corners and dust covered the floor and the small window.
"I apologize for the dust and such, young one," I chuckled, "I sleep in a coffin most of the time and I don't usually have guests~. Well, ones that breathe anyway, ehehehe~."
I could see her shiver but she stepped into the room and turned to face me.
"Thank you for you hospitality, Undertaker." She said, obviously trying to practice William T. Spears' expression. I grinned and ruffled the soft, white locks. I grinned at her confused and flustered expression.
"Lighten up, young one~! No need to be a stick in the mud like you supervisor, hehe~." I chuckled and removed hand from her now mussed up hair. Her cheeks were dusted pink and she was glaring but it seemed half-hearted. Perhaps this young Shinigami is warming up to me? Hehehe~.
I left to close the door and looked back, a glimmer of my eyes peeking from the veil and smirked.
"Sweet dreams, young one~." I closed the door before she could say another word.
I went to my black wood coffin in the back, thinking over the evening with my grin plastered on my face. The young Shinigami was a riot and it would be interesting to have her around. Once I crack her shell, at least. But that time will come. And I will surely find a way to persuade her. All I need to do is have a little visit to the Shinigami Library. I chuckled as I settled in the coffin, anxious for it to come into place.
Sweet dreams, indeed, Miss Bishop. Hehehehehe~
Well, how bad was it?
It wasn't that bad, right?
I know you were expecting more but…
*Goes to corner* I feel terrible…
Sam: Please R&R for her pathetic soul