Chapter 2 Book 2
The Next Day Ciel had shown up to the Parlor that was still a mess and still being cleaned by Undertaker "What happened?!" Ciel said loudly as Undertaker was still solemnly cleaning up the mess, his records having been burned by the traitor, so he couldn't work. Maka came out "Will you please answer the boy? He is only here to help" Maka said getting on her knees to clean up the burnt sheets. "Maka get up... You can't kneel down like that anymore. The shop was in worse repair when we got home after the funereal.
"I can't get up. I'm stuck" she replied to him. Ciel said nothing. He decided to wait for this small agrument between an Angered Undertaker and his sensitive wife to simmer downHe stepped over to her, holding out his hands to her. Maka held on to his hands forbsupport as she got up "So, what happened?" asked Ciel "Who did this?" Undertaker gave off a shrug "If I knew, we wouldn't be having a crisis trying to find them." "Anything left behind? Letters? Foot prints? Anything at all?"
"I've already looked. There's nothing incriminating." Maka sighed "There was a note, but my husband tore it up!" He huffed. Undertaker's silly side was gone "It was a threat. Saying they knew Maka was held captive." Maka turned her head to him "Why didn't you tell me that?!"
"Because it doesn't matter." Maka looked away, she had the feeling once again he was keeping something from here. Ciel nodded "Well, there isn't to much I can do but tell the queen" Immdeitly Undertaker refused. "I will not have her interfering with my business." Maka put her hand to her forehead, starting to feel stressed. "Ciel thank you very much, but I guess thhe call was pointless. Sorry to taje time from your day. Undertaker will be fine and the shop will be back on its feet in no time"
"No coward is going to keep me from my work." Ciel just stared for a moment, he gripped the head of his walking stick tightly. Undertaker was being stubbron and it was out of the ordanery the way he had been acting lately. Everyone noticed it. But, Ciel responded calm and kept his cool as always "Very well then. I will be going then. If you need anything please call." Ciel then made his way out of the Parlor.
Undertaker waved him off, in no mood to be his silly self. He went about, picking up the splinters from the smashed coffins. Maka was in the bedroom. She was feeling pain in her stomach. Maybe theybwere contractions. Maka walked out, Hiding the pain "I'm going to walk. I need freash air" He gave a slight nod, as he picked up a slashed, once priceless painting.
She frowned slightly more and left. Walking as quick as she could to get to the hospital, feeling as if she was about to pass out. It wasn't to far since they were the funral home, she walked in "Help me! I think...I think I'm in labor!" The nurses looked quite surprised for a moment, before they all rushed to her aid.
Maka was taking in deep breaths "My husband, he doesn't know that I'm here." She said, starting to cry "I don't want him to know" They gave a slight nod as they wheeled her to the birthing room. When there, they set her up. Maka was already bleeding and they couldn't get it to stop. She screamed from how much pain she was in... it was a sound all the doctors and nurses knew well. As Maka started the birthing process the nurse went against her wishs and called her husband.
Back at the parlor the phone rang, Undertaker was baffled, the phone never rang. Not there anyway. He picked it up placing it to his ear "Hello?" he answerd "Yes, hello this is the nurse with London City Hospital. I am calling to inform you that your wife is having the baby... but we are sorry to say she is very sick from the baby... she will die shortly after." The nurse spoke calmily, in her heart she hated telling others their loved ones were dying.
Undertaker was stone frozen for a full minut before he ran out with nothing else on his mind but Maka. He had finnally made it, but not soon enough. Maka was in her bed holding the baby boy, her skin was at white as Undertaker's, her body skaing from the lack of blood. Undertaker came in putting his arms around her "Maka... you can't... you can't die... I don't want to lose you! You promised that you would stay forever. You're going ot break our contract!"
Maka smiled lightly "Our contract was, I'd stay till the day I die... I'm dying now, but I will always love you and our son. Remeber that." she told him closing her eyes. "No! You can't go out with that! YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE!" Undertaker held her even tighter. He already had lost his first wife and didn't want to lose Maka too. But, Maka took her last breath as her heart stopped beating. She died peacefully in her husbands arms, as she herself, held their son.
The nurse took their son from Maka's arms, as Undertaker held her shoulders, shaking her knew that she was dead. He knew it all too well. "Maka...Maka... Come on wake up... Wake up Maka you CAN'T BE GONE." The nurses all looked saddly at him as he shaked the body of his dead wife "We're very sorry for your loss Mr. Undertaker" saidba nurse quitly "She hung though just to see you once more" Another nurse nodded "You may takw your son home today too!" she said happily, trying to cheer Undertaker up.
"Keiran... His name will be Keiran..." He picked up her body as if she were a bride, and made for the door. "Someone will come for the boy later..." The nurses looked oddly at hime. Later the Earl Phantomhive came by as requested by Undertaker. He had already left town, and with Maka's body