((AN: WARNING: EXTREMELY BORING SHIT HERE AGAIN. I'M SORRY. CREDIT TO OVERTHELOVEOFYOU FOR HELPING ME BUILD IDEAS. THIS CHAPTER IS A FILLER. SCROLL DOWN TO THE ENDING AREA IF IT BORES YOU TOO MUCH.))
"How is it coming along dear?~" Asked Undertaker from behind me. I shrugged, staring at the dead mangled woman we were working on. It was the same woman I saw with her intestines wrapped around her neck.
Undertaker leaned over my shoulder, his long nails hooking into my skin. "It's not that hard to figure out. Just clean up the blood~"
I shrugged him off. "I'm well aware. I'm just thinking..."
"Thinking won't get her cleaned up." Snickered Undertaker, pulling out a biscuit from his sleeve and biting into it.
I gave him a annoyed look. "I'm never cleaned up a dead person before okay?!"
"You're being feisty again~" He wiggled his elongated finger at me. I blinked, before sighing and going back to the body, taking the sponge I rubbed her arms with it, but that only seem to smear the blood more. I groaned.
Seeing her naked made me a bit uncomfortable. I mean, Undertaker was the only male in the room. And I, the only living female in the room, next to a dead naked woman.
This was so wrong...
Undertaker then took my hand, surprising me. "Do it this way m'dear." He said, squeezing my hand. He dunked the sponge in the bowl of water, before delicately running the sponge over her arms. The towel under her body soaking up the running blood. I watched, absorbing the information.
"Wonderful~" He sang, patting my back and putting the sponge back in the bowl of water. Blood beginning to stain it.
"Oh, and if you're that uncomfortable seeing a naked woman, put a towel over her exposed bits." Undertaker giggled, stating the obvious.
I fumed silently, glaring at him.
Who is he to tell me how to...God, I'm an idiot. Come on Aurora, this isn't like you. You're usually shy and sweet.
But his words are so hurtful. It's like being in Special Ed again. Teachers stating the obvious when I already know...Just acknowledge his words and shut up...Like the stupid girl you are...
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled, washing my hands. I could feel the anger fade, as if the water was washing it from my body.
Undertaker frowned. He was secretly hoping for a reaction. But what he got was something completely different. He could detect a hint of sadness.
And Instant submission. Like his words stung her.
"No comeback? How unlike you. Have my words affected you that muuuuch?~" He asked curiously, tilting his head, his bangs swaying, but keeping his eyes perfectly hid.
I just shrugged, keeping my head down, my own bangs covering my eyes.
And now I'm back to hiding my face. My self-esteem is dying again...
I was snapped out of my thoughts as his hands squeezed my shoulders.
"Now luv...Don't take what I say to heart~. You should know little ol' me by now. Since you speak so fondly of me in those stories." He said, his hand reaching and pulling a stray hair behind my ears. I flinched a little. "I'm fine..." I mumbled.
"My my, you're quite eccentric. What personality is this part of yoooou?~" He asked, a grin spilling over his face.
"Me...The old me..." I said in a odd tone. It was monotone. So dark and depressing.
Undertaker frowned again, putting a finger to his chin in thought. "I think, weeeeee~... Should go out for a bit of shopping. You could use some new clothes." He said, looking me over with his hidden eyes.
I looked down at my outfit, forgetting I was wearing a dead persons clothes. "I would like that..."
"Well then, m'dear...You should have yourself a bath before we head off." He said, grabbing my arm and guiding me out of the room. I wondered why he seem to rush things.
Once entering the bathroom I stared at the tub. "I'm not familiar with how these bathrooms works...Since everything is advanced in my time..."
Undertaker smirked, showing me a bucket of water. I pouted. "Thats disgusting... For your sake I hope that's clean."
It was Undertaker's turn to pout. It was honestly very cute. "You believe I would give you dirty water with you being wounded~? How cruel."
"Sorry. Like you said. I have trust issues." I shrugged. "It doesn't matter because I can use my abilities to heat it up and purify the water."
A smirk came across his features, and he flung the water out of the bucket at me.
Growling, and with a wave of my hand the water froze in midair. "Stop testing me so much. I don't like showing off..."
Undertaker poked at a bubble of water floating in the air. "Impressive~...As an young Elemental Vampire you are doing well..."
I smiled slightly, but it was soon gone. "Can I have a relaxing moment without you testing me?" I made the water particles form into a giant water bubble, before falling into the tub with a splash.
Suddenly he was in my face. I didn't have time to react, only gasp.
"I don't test you enough it seems. Since you don't seem to stop me from doing this." He then poked my forehead with his long nails.
"Because I don't think you will hurt me..." I said with a calm expression.
Undertaker only smiled in reply, before walking out of the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at him. Had I been right?
"Looks like you trust me on /that/." He said, before disappearing, hair swaying.
I blinked, realization spreading through me. "Thats right...I did say I had trust issues." I mumbled, gritting my teeth.
...\/\/\/\/...
"What is your prefered choice of color?" Asked Undertaker, who was steering the small wagon.
I shrugged. "Purple or red. No pink. I hate that color. And I swear to God if you get pink I'll shread it..." I warned. He just smirked under his hair.
"I mean it..." I said more gently. Undertaker reached out, ruffling my hair. I whined softly.
"You're so silly~ You seem like a young teenager at times."
"I am mentally." I replied, fixing my hair.
"Oh to be young again~" He sang, turning a corner.
"You're not that old." I said, poking his shoulder.
"I am, however... Older then most Shinigami. I'm older then dirt dear~" He wheezed out a laugh, somehow finding that funny.
"Oh really? So old, you fart dust?" I said with a straight face. Undertaker pulled on the reigns of his horse, stopping the wagon. He slowly turned to face me, eyes glowing and almost showing their full detail. For a moment I thought he was pissed off.
First a chuckle, then a laugh, then a booming laughter that echoed down the empty streets. He laughed so hard he suddenly fell off his seat and onto the ground. I stood up, staring down at him. Brows raised. "Really?"
Undertaker then crawled back onto the carriage, wheezing out breaths. "T-that was brilliant!" He cried, grabbing my pant leg. Actual tears were running down his face.
I snickered and shook my head, sitting back down. I helped him sit up. "Seriously, You're the silly one. And the only driver here."
Undertaker shook with fits of laughter. "You have just paid me copious amounts of times oooover!~"
I laughed softly. I didn't need to ask him much questions. Since I already knew what was going to happen.
However...Knowing me, I would need help with directions to certain events. So far, it seemed I was in the manga universe. It sent chills up my spine thinking about it. Since I was sitting next to the most eccentric character in the series. I couldn't get cocky...
Soon Undertaker snapped the reigns, moving the carriage again. A grin was still on his face. "I do believe I saw the face of Ultimate bliss~"
I smiled softly. "You're welcome, old man." I added sarcastically. Undertaker smiled in response, seeming to like that.
As we came nearer and nearer to the shops, more people began to appear. My eyes kept looking around, watching children run around. I smiled. Children had so much life in them. So much curiosity. So much like myself. I had wished for a child of my own. But there would be no suitor for me...
"Do you like children?~" Asked Undertaker. apparently he had been watching me. I nodded, not saying anything.
"What type of clothing do you prefer?" He asked, stopping in front of a shop and hopping from the carriage.
"Male clothes, if you can find me some in my size." I said, following him.
"Well~...Male clothes for woman is not that common...You may be frowned upon by our society..." He warned.
I just shook my head. "I don't care. I'll just laugh at them. Thats sexist and degrading towards women."
"Well, you could find a simple blouse to wear.." He suggested, taking me inside a small clothing shop. I was surprised. Antiques always intrigued me. And now I was in a antique shop. I grinned and scurried off, feeling like I was at the mall, but only for me. I came to a shelf full of top hats. I slowly grinned. Top hats were a need for me. I always looked good in a top hat.
"We came here for below the neck clothing m'dear. Not above." Snickered Undertaker, coming up beside me.
I pouted. "Aw...I love top hats though..."
Undertaker took my hand and guided me back to the other clothes. "Come along m'deeeeeear~." He sang. I was like a kid in a candy store.
He showed me some dresses and I cringed. "No no no no...I'm not wearing a dress...I don't flaunt my body around. Thats disgusting..."
Undertaker shook his head and snickered. "You are such an odd thing~" He said, ruffling my hair again. I whined. "Stooop."
We just seemed like two friends in a store. It was quite interesting. Well technically we were friends. He saved my life after all...
"Then lets go with something simple~" He said, showing me a simple lacy shirt. I eyed it, thinking. "Alright...No skirt...I'll only wear pants." I warned, earning a grin from Undertaker.
"Were you raised with boys m'dear?" Asked a curious Undertaker.
I was startled. "I was actually. I was raised with three nephews. Thats why I don't like female things. Because there was no time for dolls and make up and dresses. I had to get in the mud with my nephews or get beaten by the oldest."
"But now you have all the time in the world, Dearie..." He claimed, giving me a look.
"I don't want a dress. Only if it's loose and made for night time. I won't be wearing tight clothes or corsets." I persisted stubbornly. "I was raised to feel comfortable."
"Alright alright dear, don't get defensive~" He chuckled.
We then moved on to the pants section, before buying shoes, socks and the like. As he went to go pay I was looking at the hats still. I've always wanted an actual top hat. But a top hat on a woman would be unseemly in this time.
I gasped as something obscured my vision. I reached up to pull it off my head, only to realise it was a top hat. I pulled it off, seeing Undertaker next to me. He had put his top hat on me.
"You can wear my hat anytime you wish. Juuuust be careful with it~" He said, chuckling with a big goofy smile on his face.
I lightly touched the tail hanging off it. It was a funny hat to me. But it was to show he was an undertaker. It was a fitting hat for me as well. For him to just let me burrow it was a huge honor. I assumed he didn't let just anyone borrow it. "Thank you...It's perfect." Undertaker smiled in reply.
I put it on my head, grinning. "Top hats are a rarity in my time." I explained, twirling around, watching the tail flap around.
"Then I expect you to treat it as a treasure." He suggested as we walked out of the shop.
"I will. I promise." I said, hopping into the wagon. Some passer-by stared at us. Obviously wondering why I was wearing male clothes. I then remembered the cashier gave me an odd look as well. I shook my head, trying to not feel negative about it.
"Are you feeling hungry at all?" He asked, looking at me. I blinked. "I am in fact. Is there a shop around here that makes and sells sweets?"
"You read my miiiiind~ There is in faaact~" He sang, grinning. I grinned as well. I was a junkie for sweets. "I love sweet rolls and scones. And chocolate..."
"The Funtom company makes the best chocolate around." Said Undertaker after he snapped the reigns.
"So I've heard..." I replied, playing with the tail on the hat.
"How have you heard if you've been with me this world time~" He smirked, looking at me curiously.
"Stories...Like I said...Thats how I know you as well...Tales of how you passed judgement on famous and infamous people..." I replied, not wanting to talk much more about it. This needed to be kept hidden or things would take a turn for the worse.
"I'm curious..." He started, making me tense up. Of shit here comes that god damn question.
"What other kinds of books and stories have you read that are from this time?" He asked, looking at me.
I blinked, a sigh of relief exited me. "Well...Theres...Sherlock holmes...And Alice's Adventures In Wonderland...Hnn...I forget what else...Um...The Raven..."
"So old books such as those still exist in your world. Thats interesting~"
"You know, you remind me of the Hatter...A lot..." I said, a smirk on my face.
"Well, I doooo enjoy tea parties~" He grinned, pulling on the reigns and slowing the horse to a stop.
"I noticed." I snickered, hopping off the wagon with him. As we walked in, we were greeted by a woman with enormous breast that could possibly out match my own in a long skirt. "Good afternoon! Would you like a cup of tea while you shop?" She asked.
I slowly looked at Undertaker, giving him a look that clearly said. "THATS why you come here?"
"Earl Grey, if you have it." He said, not seeming to notice how she looked. I wanted to facepalm. For the 1880s, everyone seem to show off their breast here.
Well, it WAS the Kuroshitsuji Universe after all. Not everything was the same.
But even me, someone who was overly endowed, would never show that off. I found it slutty and demeaning. I always tried my best to keep them hidden.
But even so, that chick was kinda hot...
Undertaker grabbed my hand again, snapping me from my stupor. He dragged me over to the pastries. "Now I see why you like coming here." I joked to him.
Undertaker looked at me curiously, before glancing over to the woman who was now flirting with other men in the corner of the shop. "Oh, her? Pay her no mind m'dear~ Now, you said you like scones? What flavor?" He asked, seeming to want to hurry for some odd reason.
"Uh...B-blueberry..." I said, wondering what was going on with him. He seemed...Concerned.
"Heres your tea you two!" Sang the big breasted woman, giving us cups of fresh hot tea. I stupidly found myself staring at her rack. I never wanted to admit it, but I was Bi-curious with women. And this woman was extremely beautiful.
Unconsciously I was blushing.
"Thank you dear~" Said Undertaker, once again snapping me from my thoughts.
The woman then skipped away, her breasts bouncing with her. I then slapped my cheek, trying to get my head out of the gutter.
Soon Undertaker had grabbed almost everything on the shelf that was sweets. I watched him with fascination. He was really planning to eat all those sweets? Oh that's right, reapers were different from humans...They couldn't die or get sick...
Or get diabetes from inhaling so much sweets...
"Undertaker, why don't we sit down and have a mini tea party?" I asked, motioning to the tables around the shop.
Undertaker paused, as if something was on his mind terribly.
"...Are you alright?" I blurted out. My eyes widened and I looked away in shame. Nice going dumbass.
"I don't particularly like staying away from my shop for too long~ More "guests" may arrive." He said.
I stared at him. I inwardly began to realise that perhaps he was working on his bizarre dolls earlier then was mentioned in the manga. That would explain his rushing behavior. No wonder he was on edge. Was he worried his bizarre dolls would escape? Or somebody would discover them?
"I don't think people would freak out with you being gone for just a few hours. Lets have some tea over here and relax." I said, sitting down by the table, sipping my tea.
Undertaker then soon joined me after a long pause. "I suppose you're right." He said, sitting across from me. He grabbed several sugar cubes from the basket and dropped it into the cup. I stared. "Thats a lot of sugar..."
"We aaaall crave something sweet~" He said, drinking his tea.
"...Because life isn't so sweet." I said suddenly. Undertaker paused, but then slowly smiled. "You're right."
"But life can be if you give it a chance." I said, sipping my tea.
"Says the one who committed a deadly sin before coming heeeeere~" Sang Undertaker. I pouted. "I was locked in my room, no way out. Well, there WAS a window..." I realised, before shrugging.
Undertaker snickered, covering his mouth. "Was that the only reason you did it?~"
"Oh no, there was much more going on. I was caught with my powers, and they sold me out to the government. It was either be captured and be dissected. Or kill myself. Running away wasn't an option. Also, life in that world wasn't so sweet..."
"Thats why we all crave sweet things." He said, dunking his scone into his tea.
"Yes, exactly..." I said softly, playing with his hat. If sad music could play at this moment, it would.
Undertaker handed me a scone. I took it gingerly, biting into it. "And I enjoy sweet things."
"How are you enjoying your tea?" Perked a voice. I turned my head, only to find my face inches from the womans breast. I blushed visibly.
Luckily Undertaker saved my ass by easing the tension. "It's perfect." He said, sipping it. The woman smiled, before skipping off again.
"Um...M-maybe we should go..." I suggested, hiding my face under the hat. Undertaker snickered. "Good idea m'dear."
...\/\/\/\/...
On the drive home it was getting much darker. And I was becoming a bit nervous. The dark was frightening to me. I unconsciously gripped Undertakers hat to my chest. It was getting cold as well. Cold as death...
Undertaker then chuckled, "I didn't realise you were attracted to the same gender."
"Woman are beautiful. And that womans breast were up in my face. How the hell do you not notice that? They were fucking jiggling and bouncing everywhere..." I let out a short burst of giggles, covering my face.
"I do notice, I just ignore it." He said in a odd tone. I blinked, wondering if he was possibly gay. Not that it mattered. But he didn't seem to be by how he kept flirting with me.
"I'm a bit worried being out in the dark like this...Since the murders are happening..." I said, shivering from the cold.
"It's not going to happen to us, since you're not a whore." Undertaker snickered. I pouted, poking his shoulder. "Thats So niiice of you to saaay." I said in his voice. He chuckled.
Suddenly, a blood curdling scream echoed to the right of us. My eyes widened slightly. Undertaker stopped the horse and got up. "Wait here." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "No fucking way I'm staying here alone!" I protested, grabbing his coat. "I'm going with you."
Undertaker slowly smiled. I was a stubborn woman. "Just stay beside me..." He whispered, hopping off the wagon. I followed him, ignoring the dull sting in my side.
We came to a corner of what looked like an open area. Almost looked like a small park. Undertaker put his arm out, stopping me. I blinked in confusion, until I saw what he was looking at.
A few yards or so away was the figure of a body laying on their back. Undertaker then slowly approached. "Looks like Jack The Ripper has done it again~" He sang.
I was startled. That meant Grell and Madam Red were here only moments ago...and possibly still around.
I followed after him, wanting to see for myself.
I quickly regretted my decision. My eyes widened in horror.
In front of me was no longer a woman, but a mangled corpse. Her face was gone, making her unrecognizable. Her cheek bones were sticking out. The actual bones.
That wasn't the worse of it. Again her intestines were hanging out of her, wrapped around her neck. Her uterus was gone, only a gasping hole remained. Blood was everywhere.
And what made it so much worse were the eyes of the victim, forever open wide in terror in the last moments of her life.
The smell of blood rose to my nostrils and I found myself vomiting onto the cobblestone. Undertaker helped me up, taking me away from the body. The body was the last thing I saw before fainting in his arms.
...\/\/\/\/...
Aurora awoke with a scream, darkness was met around her. She was drenched in sweat. She screamed again, covering her face. Where was She? She could hear several things shatter and break. She could see a light and hear footsteps coming towards her. Aurora screamed again, shielding her face with her arms.
Thats when Aurora felt arms go around her waist, pinning her arms down. She cried out.
"Wake up, open your eyes." Said a familiar voice. Aurora slowly blinked, realizing Her eyes had been closed the entire time. Undertaker was holding her, a lit candle on the end table.
"W-Where...w-where...t-the f-fuck... am I?" Aurora stuttered uncontrollably. Undertaker dabbed her head with a cloth. "You're back in my shop, in the bedroom. Theres nothing to fear."
Aurora looked around, her mind trying to confirm what he said. Her whole body was tingling and shaking. The pain in her side intensified.
Aurora felt like screaming. She whimpered and she heard another crack.
That only frightened Her more. What was that noise in the darkness? Aurora scooted her body into Undertaker. Everything was maddening. She thought she was going to die. She wanted to get away. The darkness was her enemy. It was utter madness.
"Keep that up and you'll destroy everything in my shop~" Sang Undertaker in her ear. Her eyes widened. It was Her doing that?
"T-The d-darkness...I-it's stirring..." Aurora mumbled, seeming to be going mad. Why did She feel so hot and cold at the same time?
Her mind traveled back to the image of the dead womans face. She found myself screaming out. Undertaker tightened his grip on her for security. "H-her f-face! Her FUCKING FACE!"
Undertaker understood what was happening to her. She thought she could take seeing the face of death a second time and she couldn't. This body was much more different from the last one. He had been right. The killings were going to get much more messy. And more bolder.
"You're alright now~ No Jack The Ripper is going to kill you." He assured her, patting her head.
Aurora clung to him like he was her only chance of surviving. She remained close to him like that for a while. Her fears never seeming to end.
"I can't breathe..." She whispered, her breathing increasing in pace dramatically.
"Yes you can, you can breathe perfectly." He replied, pressing her head against his chest. "Follow my breathing." He whispered, breathing in and out in silence. Only the rising of his chest gave clue he was breathing.
Aurora copied him, her shakes soon fading. Reality was creeping back into her mind. She was grounding herself. The darkness becoming less threatening to her. It was what she feared most. Being left alone in darkness. But now, it seemed she wouldn't be left alone. Undertaker was there for her...
But she knew she couldn't rely on him. It wasn't Undertaker's responsiblity.
Soon Aurora could feel right again. No longer did her limbs shake or feel painfully numb. The darkness still lingers on her mind. And the image of the womans face. "I'm s-sorry..." She sobbed softly.
"No apologies~, You're reacting as any sane person would do." He whispered, running his fingers through her red locks of hair.
"...Stay with me...Until I fall asleep?" She asked, though it was more of a plea.
"Of course my dear..." He kept petting her head.
Aurora came to realise that she still had to save Madam Red. Even though she brutally murdered that woman. Aurora felt insane for wanting to do that. For she had to try...She had to try...
Her eyes slid shut. She fell asleep against Undertaker. But Undertaker did not get up. He remained there, thinking. He turned his head and blew out the candle.
"Sweet dreams~"
(((AN: God this was so long and annoying! Kill me dudes! It's finally done! The ending made me a bit emotional. Talking about anxiety attacks make me have one. (Which I did when typing this.) Also, sorry about the detail of the dead woman. I needed to make a chilling atmosphere. The dead woman is Catherine Eddows, one of the Victims from Jack The Ripper. You know, whats interesting is that some supsected it was a woman killing them off. I still find it hard to believe. Let me know what you think.))