It was twelve o'clock in the morning on a chilly Sunday, and Sebastian and Grell were sitting in the dining room, a cup of untouched English coffee by Grell's side.
"Are you just going to sit and stare at me, or are you going to make some suggestions?" The red haired reaper asked, twirling his hair around his finger, bored.
They had come to discuss Uraiah, or more specifically, the human being who troubled the girl, and so far, not a single move had been made to hasten the progress of conversation. They assumed him to be homeless, considering the fact he had been wearing her father's worn coat, and so he would likely still be residing in some part of the city. Grell had been lost in his thoughts, unusual for him, and sat with his head in his hands. Sebastian sighed.
"Bold tonight, are we?" He asked. "I hope then that the fate of your waking up in one of Mr. Undertaker's coffins is acceptable to you."
Grellstood, panic rising in him like a uncoiling snake. When he made promises, he tended to follow through with them. "I refuse to go back to one of those horrid boxes! They're cramped, and the dust accumulates inside. That's murder on a lady's clothes."
"Then sit down. I need to consider something ." He ran his finger over the spotless tablecloth.. "The bodies. Uraiah never found them, yes?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Because that means that either the bodies are still out there, or they were taken away."
Grell sighed. "Please don't tell me you mean what I think you mean." He hated the wretched man, with his morbid interests and unearthly laugh. He expected he would have a polished wooden casket waiting for him on his arrival.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair. "I'm afraid so. We must pay him a visit."
Within an hour, they both stood in front of the black door to Undertaker's business, and reluctantly knocked on the door. Sebastiant wore his butler's uniform for the occasion, but for some reason had insisted that Grell change his attire immediately.. The reaper wore a silk dress shirt and black pants that disappeared into his boots. He felt stunning, but the shirt was too light for his liking, and the wind cut through him like a million tiny needles. He sidled up to Sebastian as the door opened, and the butler allowed it, never taking his eyes away from the white haired man that now stood in the shadowy doorway.
Hehe, welcome." Undertaker smiled pleasantly and stepped aside to let them in.
Grell looked at him with open disdain, a chill creeping up his spine when the other reaper followed him with his eyes. Did he realize how unappealing that was to suitors?
He followed Sebastian into the main room. The butler sat down on one of the closed dusty coffins that served as seating in the morgue and clasped his hands together, waiting. Grell sat on the same coffin, as close to him as possible.
Sebastian didn't move. He had stopped moving away from him a while ago. Now he just barely spared him an irritated glare before returning to the matter at hand, muttering something about preparing tea for the evening meal
"So what brings the demon and his partner to my humble abode? Finally ready to be fitted for that coffin, my dear Grell? I still have your measurements you know, so all that's left to do is pick a style~"
"No! I could never leave my Bassy for the dark confines of the underground. He'd get lonely. "
Sebastian was silent, the kind of silent that either meant he was listening to obtain as much information about a person as possible, or that he was plotting murder.
"Aside from that trivial matter, " he said. "We need to speak to you about an urgwnt matter."
"You have a daughter now, hehe?" Undertaker giggled. "Like a porcelain doll with young soft skin and delicate fingers."
He had been toying idly with what looked like an amulet set with a skull shaped gemstone. "I do know something that may be useful. Have you ever heard of a man named Mr. Baters? He's a jeweler in the high class district of the city."
Sebastian checked his pocket watch for the fifth time in ten minutes. "No. His name is not associated at all with Funtom."
"Pay him a visit. He's made his fair share of dealings with death as well, you'll find. Let me know what you discover."
"You're going to remain cryptic? " Grell sighed. "This is a game to you, isn't it, this little mystery? You don't commit the murders, just sit back and watch before cleaning up after the criminal. "
Undertaker grinned eagerly. "That's the best way to have some fun. I get to see the desperation in their eyes and the stillness of the bodies, and I don't have to die."
It's been too long, but a lot has been going on lately. I'll make an effort to update more, and make the next chapter a lot longer. I already did it with another story of mine in the Hetalia section.
Also, sorry if Undetaker is Ooc here. I have a hard time writing him.