Okay damn it! Here it is… Don't angry mob me, I tried and it took awhile, I will now be updating every three days! Thanks for dealing with my lazy ass, and coping with it. I'm dearly sorry, so now I have a due date!… Alright here it is! Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! By the way… I DO NOT SHIP CIEL AND UNDERTAKER TOGETHER! Sorry… It's a one time thing! I swear. I barely even put them in here together. I apologize if it's OOC a little more than usual, it's just I wrote a Shizaya FF and that was purposely OOC So now, it's hard to get back on track… And I got the Dead Girl Line is from a really good story called Dead Girls Can't Say No by stickiebun…. DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE…. ER… It's not an innocent fanfic! The name says all! There are two more characters to be added to the list! Undertaker and Grell! Hell yeah! Well Grell was already on here… Sebastian's POV is going to be incredibly short. Like a couple lines or a paragraph!
Ciel slammed the door shut to the average sized shop, locking Sebastian out. He felt safe knowing he couldn't get in; the door was the only way to access it. He blinked a couple times. It was surprisingly dark. A fit of laughter came from one of the corners and Ciel sighed.
"Undertaker?"
"Yeeees?"
"Turn on the light."
"Do I hear a please."
"Yes, God damn it! Now light a candle or something!"
He chuckled and walked over to a candle, pulling out a match, and lighting it.
"Why the hell is it so dark in here?"
Undertaker didn't say anything; he just walked towards Ciel and blew the candle out, laughter filling the darkness.
"Oh how fun it is to be an undertaker!" I laughed as I placed my hands in a bowl of water, a body sprawled out on the metal table. I turned around to begin my 'fun' with the body, because, after all, dead girls can't say no! When I heard yelling outside, I walked back over to my bowl of water and picked up the candle next to it, dropping it into the liquid.
"Oops." I giggled, as Ciel came crashing in, making quite a racket.
"Undertaker?"
"Yeeees?" a rather loud laugh escaping my lips.
"Turn on the light."
"Do I hear a please."
"Yes, God damn it! Now light a candle or something!"
I chuckled softly and pulled out a new candle, and lit it, illuminating the room and the woman on the table.
"Why the hell is it so dark in here?"
I started walking towards him, a plan in my mind that would no doubt get me into trouble. I blew the candle out, a wide grin finding its way onto my face.
"Damn it." I muttered, I still couldn't believe Ciel had locked me out. He knew Undertaker's was completely sealed, other than the door, which he had locked. I banged on the door a couple times; I could even here bits of a conversation. What really surprised me was the scream. It had happened about twenty minutes after he had entered. It was a blood-curdling scream; although I knew it was not Ciel's, no matter how feminine it had sounded. I just sighed and leaned against the wall. All I could do was wait; I would wait for him to come out. He wasn't in any danger.
"W-What are you doing?" Ciel stuttered, a look of pure horror on his face. Undertaker had pinned him against the wall, both arms on either side of his head, although he refused to answer, he only laughed or chuckled. He spoke not a single word.
Another laugh and his hand dropped, along with his head. Quickly he snapped his head back up and stared at Ciel through his bangs. He put his hand on Ciel's chest instead of back on the wall. Another small chuckle, and finally, he spoke.
"If you want anything, you have to pay."
"I can make you laugh, I don't need Sebastian!"
Undertaker removed his hand and placed it on Ciel's cheek, caressing it softly.
"Oh, but you really don't"
He whispered, brushing his bangs out of his face for a mere second.
"Forget it. It's not worth this."
Ciel motioned towards his body shoving Undertaker's arm down, only to be grabbed from behind, long black sleeves wrapping around his waste.
"You really want to go back out there? I bet he's still waiting."
He sighed, knowing that he was, he could hear his agitated murmurs every now and then. He decided to stay. Slowly, he spoke of what he had come there for.
"I...Want you...to kill me."
Undertakers jaw dropped open, then a look of pure enjoyment replaced it, before he burst into heaves of laughter. Both of them could feel the vibrations of the shop shaking, and the big crash as the sign outside fell, for what definitely was not the first time. As this happened, Ciel found himself hoping that it had hit Sebastian, knowing that it hadn't.
"I'm not joking."
"I'm sorry what?"
"I want you to kill me."
"Don't kid yourself. It's counted as murder; he's no longer a reaper."
Grell stepped out of a coffin leaned against the wall, and Undertaker let out an obviously fake and surprisingly girlish shriek. Bending over and then falling down, shaking with laughter, and receiving a disgusted look from Grell.
"I surely wont do it! I can't afford to get demoted it, nobody's going to kill you."
He waved his chainsaw around for emphasis, looking at Undertaker, whom had stopped laughing all of a sudden.
"Who said I can't get away with it. I do handle dead bodies for a living."
"Are you saying you'll do it?"
Ciel asked, excitement covering his face.
"No...Well... I'll think about it."
His smile dropped quickly as Undertaker turned to face Grell.
"I am perfectly capable of killing him, and you need to stop being a coward! 'Oh, I'll get demoted! Wouldn't wanna upset Will now would we?'"
He imitated Grell's facial expression, along with his voice.
"I am not a coward! And I don't give a shit what William thinks!"
"Oh, really now. Prove it. Kill him."
Undertaker pointed to Ciel, who just stood there, eyes wide, as he protested.
"I came here because I wanted you to kill me! Not him, if I wanted Grell to kill me I would have gone to him!"
"He's killing you. End of story."
"Hell no! You're going to kill me! I will die by your hand!"
Grell fidgeted over by Undertaker, unsure whether he should do it or not. Convinced by his decision, he spoke up,
"If I kill Ciel, I will die by Sebastian's hand! I couldn't take the punishment of leaving him, let alone him killing me and forcing me to leave him!"
"You two aren't even together!"
"But in my mind we are! Let a girl dream, okay!"
He crossed his arms and turned around, pouting. Undertaker sighed and muttered "Coward, can't even kill him." Before turning to Ciel,
"Fine I'll do it. I'll kill you, but for a price."
"What's that?"
"Make me laugh again!"
He begged, motioning towards a knife on the desk in the back and shooing Grell away to go get it. Ciel hesitated, and then he whispered something that Undertaker could not hear.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Picture Grell and Sebastian together."
Ciel smirked, a quiet little sputter of laughter escaping Undertakers lips.
"I can't picture something that won't happen."
"I made you laugh."
"True, true, even though it was small, I'll take it."
Grell had the knife in his hand and he was running towards them when he tripped over the edge of a coffin, the knife slipping out of his hands.
Undertaker caught the knife in his left hand, placing it in his right, and raising it as Ciel squeezed his eyes shut. He lowered his hand towards Ciel, getting ready to put the knife through his heart, he swiftly moved his arm forward…