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Howdy ho, my lovely readers! You're probably as surprised as I am that I updated this story

Inspiration bitch slapped me and I got typing

The chapter isn't very long, or very exciting but it's building up to a plot that I have to solidify

Ahaha, yeah sorry. Um, guys, a little assistance please?

Sam: Froggychad does not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters

Undertaker: Hihihi~ please enjoy

To say Grell-senpai was angry would have been the understatement of the century.

The cherry head was beyond furious.

"I am your superior, Sammy-chan!" He huffed, his scarlet hair in disarray from his anger,"To disrespect me as you did could have you demoted and given suspension! And these bruises won't heal for who knows how long! I have to put on extra make up now!" The red head raved on and on as such. His rant was punishment enough if you ask me.

"I'm sorry, Grell-senpai but you were in my space and I enjoy having some personal boundaries." My senpai huffed, hands on his hips. If you look close enough, you could see the faint bruise under his make-up. At least the swelling had gone down over night.

"I won't report your behavior to Will but I will give you paperwork as well as half of my share as punishment!" And with that he stalked off, probably to go bug Will-senpai. A sigh escaped my lips as I walked to my plain cubicle, paper already stacked and waiting for me. I wasted no time getting to work.

As I signed and read every black and white paper, I thought about my rather odd evening with Undertaker. The man was unusual; very unusual. There weren't many humans that knew of the supernatural and were also involved in it. The Phantomhive noble was only involved due to his contract but how was the Cheshire mortician involved so deeply? Possibilities cycled in my head while my eyes scanned and signed every paper. But no matter what I thought, nothing seemed to add up.

Unless

I paused mid-signature, a sudden thought coming to mind.

He not human at all.

For three hours, I read and signed all of the papers given to me and finished Grell-senpai's portion. My wrist was sore but that didn't obstruct my revelation. Though I knew I couldn't come to such sudden conclusions; that's what amateurs do. No, I would clarify to see if my hunch was correct. Don't ask me why I'm so hell bent on figuring it out. It had been on my mind since he told me he was well aware of the supernatural. Though it was not impossible for a human to know of the supernatural, it was highly uncommon.

"Ah! Bishop, there you are!" I turned around to see Ronald, smirking as per usual. I didn't feel like dealing with him at the moment. My neck was cramping as well as my wrist and a headache was beginning to form. I just wanted to rest but I didn't show my current exhaustion to the blonde. To do so would show weakness and I'll be damned if that were to happen.

"Do you need something?" I asked rather coldly. He pursed his lips and ran a hand through his hair.

"I was told that you were getting punished and that you were to help out in the library." He said, slightly amused that I had apparently stirred up trouble. I only sighed and nodded.

"Thank you for telling me. I'll get going then." I walked stiffly passed him, being conscious of the way I walked, less he get more suspicious of me. I made it passed him, and walked quickly away from the prying eyes of the blonde shinigami.

I had arrived to the library, taking a moment to relish in its vast beauty and a sense of quiet and peace. The librarian had given me a stack of journals to put away, telling which section was where. They were the recent deaths that had been recorded, I concluded. I slipped one of the hefty journals into its proper space and began to drift in thought. I had wondered where mine could be; somewhere collecting dust amongst the thousands of others that have either ended or still going on.

Soul Reapers tend to forget that they were once human at some point in their life, not even acknowledging that they probably had a home and family. Didn't they ever stop and wonder what they were like as a human? Had they ever wondered if they had been married, had children, or had even fallen in love? What religion they had before their death or if they even had a faith? What country they lived in or what language they spoke? I shook my head and continued in my work. Such deep thoughts when I had work to be done.

Placing another journal into its proper place, I picked up the sound of faint…laughing. But it wasn't a laugh that anyone would have; but a laugh that practically gave me shivers up my spine. I looked around the book case to see Undertaker, his long, bony index finger skimming over the spines of the journals. My grip on the remaining journal tightened, my hypothesis was now coming close to being a solid positive conclusion. I straightened my back, and took a breath to calm my jittery nerves.

"Ah, young one, how wonderful to see you here~!" I nearly jumped out of my skin when his voice suddenly accumulated behind me. In the hysteria, I had nearly dropped the journal I was holding and just barely got my grip on it again. All the while, the mortician was cackling at my jumpy reaction. Fixing my shifted glasses, I turn to glare at Undertaker.

"Undertaker, a pleasure to see you again as well." I had to look up since I was shorter than him by a few inches even in the heeled boots Grell-senpai had given me. He chuckled and went back to the skimming the journals.

"Might I ask what you are doing here in the first place?" I had placed the last journal in its place and was now crossing my arms, awaiting my answer.

"Just looking for a little something to cure my case of curiosity, young one~." He purred, not taking his hidden eyes from the book spines. It didn't really answer my question, but I didn't fuss. I was trying to think of a way to swerve the conversation to see if my hypothesis was right but how would I approach the topic? Should I just be straight forward and ask just like that or try to sneak out the answer?

"Young one, if you keep making that face, it'll stick like that, kukuku~." My mind brought me back to the present and I blushed at his comment. My face relaxed a tad, my arms still crossed. I'll just be straight forward with it then. No reason to be subtle, I concluded. I opened my mouth to question him until his Cheshire grin grew and slipped out a journal from the large book case.

"Aha, I found it~!" He chuckled, holding the record journal with his bony fingers. I raised a white eyebrow at him, wondering who the poor soul is that had his curiosity sniffing for their journal like a blood hound.

"Who's cinematic record is that?" I asked, curiosity poking another pin in my side. Undertaker looked to me, the journal being held close like a precious treasure. That grin gave me a subtle shiver.

"Who's is it? Why, my dear, darling young one," He leaned close and showed me the cover, my lime eyes going wide at the name written so elegantly yet it made me ill to see it.

"I-is that…" I trailed off, my voice getting caught with shock.

"Yes, young one," He said, his smile even evident in his low voice.

"It is yours."

So? What'd you think? Like I said, nothing super exciting but next chapter, we're gonna learn a thing or two about Sam

That is if I can settle on what back story I wanna do for our heroine

Should we go with the anime story line or go with the manga story line?

That decision with mold into a different plot and back story of Sam

And that's where you guys come in!

Should we go anime story line or manga!

Please leave your vote in the reviews and even leave a little comment while you're there

Be nice, now!

Sam: Please R&R for her pathetic soul