((AN: Warning. Boring shit here possibly...Credit to Jesse, OverTheLoveOfYou...))
"Curry competition?" I said, staring at the newspaper in my lap.
Undertaker brushed off dust from his anatomy statue. "Yes, it's just to show Britain's achievements in india. A celebration of sorts." He explained.
"I do like exotic foods..." I grinned, getting an idea.
"I agree, you should take a breather from the shop, go enjoy yourself~" He smiled, seeming thrilled with the idea.
"But I like being in your shop. It's fun. I'm not much of a outgoing person." I said, shrugging.
"You have more fun things to do then watch an old man scurry around his shop." He said, lifting the lid to one of his coffins and peering inside, possibly checking for faults.
"You're not oooold!" I whined, facepalming. "Stop saying that."
"It's the truth dear. Most reapers do not last as long as I have."
"I doooon't caaaare. You're young and handsome to me." I huffed, biting into the sleeve of my blouse. I found it irritating how he always thought of himself as old.
Undertaker seemed to perk at my statement, as if never hearing such a compliment. "Really now?"
I saw his aura change to a deep blue color. It was interesting to watch him "Light up". so to speak.
I nodded. "Yes. I know a cute guy when I see one." I said honestly, not really caring that it was awkward for me to say that when I was living with him.
His aura changed back to it's deep purple color. He smirked slightly, before scurrying out of the room.
I raised my eyebrows, wondering what that was about. But then again, Undertaker was just eccentric. Just as I was...
His aura is so different. It changes so much. While others stay about the same...It's so hard to shut off my powers...As least I feel welcomed here about it.
I began to remember what Ciels aura looked like. It was the most horrid color from a child I had ever seen.
It was the darkest muddy blue color I had ever seen. It was as dark at Ciels eye color. There was also pulsating black bubbling lights that surrounded his right eye, as a reminder of the contract. But that wasn't all. It was black and pulsating around his back as well. Right where the mark was on his back. It must had been so painful, that it left a painful mark in his life. And in his heart. I honestly did not like Ciel.
His aura left me scarred. No child should be like Ciel. In fact, NOBODY should be like Ciel.
A biscuit landed in my lap. I blinked, looking up, seeing a grinning Undertaker looking at me. "Your head is in the clouds agaaaain~ Is something on your mind?" He asked, curious.
"Um...Is it...normal for Vampires to see auras?" I asked him, my voice sounding nervous.
"Auras?...Oh yes, where you see energyyyyy~ Yes, most of them do. It's so they can seduce their victims~" He said, going over and brushing dust off a urn on the shelf.
"...Seduce their victims?" I said, making a face, knowing where this was going.
Undertaker nodded. "By knowing a humans aura, you can use it to your advantage. Or aaaanyones aura for that matter, m'dear. It's how them bloodsuckers consumed blooood~." He explained.
I was now regretting asking him that question. "...Thanks." I said in a shaky voice. I wasn't one to seduce others. That was...weird.
"Don't fuss over it!~" He chuckled, coming over and patting my head with a sleeved hand. I pouted, before picking up the biscuit he gave me and munching on it. "I love your biscuits. You have to teach me how to make them."
"One of these days I will my dearie." He sang, going over and sitting in his chair, crossing his legs. I wondered about those boots of his.
"Are you making a fashion statement with those boots?" I asked, giggling and covering my mouth.
Undertaker peered at me with a glowing eye, confused at what I meant. "I like my boooots~" He defended, sounding a bit childish.
"I do too. In my world, your boots are called "Sex boots"." I snickered, earning a pout from him.
"I'm n-not... k-kidding." I said between breaths of laughter.
Undertaker just shook his head, thinking I was the most oddest person in the room. It just only made me laugh intensely harder.
A clattering noise stopped my laughter. My phone had slid from my bra and onto the floor, breaking apart. I shrieked, diving down to put it back together.
A low snicker was heard from Undertaker, before a maniacal laughter that shook the shop. I gave him a look. "It's not funny! This thing is my lifeline to my world!" I pouted, turning it back on.
Undertaker shook his head. "Do all you humans rely on these strange devices?"
"Honestly yes. It's kinda sad." I said, shrugging. "We rely on technoligy...More then ourselves." I mumbled, staring down at my newspaper. I was surprised to read, in a tiny label, that Madam Red was taken into a institution for mad women. That, I did not expect.
But as least she was still alive...Perhaps I would visit her...
"Just remember, when you're at the festival, not to stray far...Even though Jack The Ripper is no more...We still have crime in this world..." He said mysteriously. I glanced at him.
"I promise to be careful..." I said seriously. Just the day before yesterday we had run into a unwelcoming group if indians.
.../\/\/\...
I walked along the cobblestone, approaching a beautiful building that appeared to be made of crystal glass. It stretched well over a block.
I was dressed more feminine this day. My hair was braided on each side. I was wearing black pants and a beautiful red blouse Undertaker had given me. It went well with my red hair.
Hundreds if not thousands of people were gathering all over the area, looking at booths and animals that were behind large fences. One of them, being an elephant. I briefly marveled at it's size, but upon seeing the chain and cuff around one of it's legs I cringed inwardly.
I perked when I heard voices that sounded familiar.
"What is that big creature!?" Piped a blonde hair boy with a bright smile on his face.
"That is known as an elephant. A sacred animal. We keep some at my palace too." Said a young indian man with a thick accent, known as Prince Soma.
"Thats crazy!" Boldroy exclaimed.
"Do you really keep those huge things in your house, do you?!" Squeaked out Mey-rin.
I watched silently, smiling a bit. Those four were entertaining. And judging by their aura's and energy, were very happy people. And they seemed happier when together.
But soon that was taken away when I was face to face with Sebastian. Though he wasn't hard to miss with that dark pulsating aura of energy of his.
"Hello, you are Miss Aurora yes?" He asked, his questioning tone sounding rather...cold.
I nodded, feeling shy, and obviously intimidated.
"Y-Yes. Hello there." I didn't hate Sebastian or anything. He was just a bit too much for me. He was a demon afterall...and one hell of a butler...
"So you're here to see the festival as well?"
Sebastian asked, putting on a fake niko smile. I wanted to roll my eyes.
I then nodded, not wanting to start trouble. "I have a taste for exotic foods. The Undertaker told me to go while he held up the shop."
Sebastian appeared like he was going to say something when Ciel appeared by his side, whispering something to him. Sebastian then smiled at me. "Please excuse us, we will meet again later." He said with a bow and walking away with Ciel.
I quirked a brow, but then realised the man West had just appeared. Everything was just falling into place. I decided to keep walking, wanting to see whatever they got at the booths.
.../\/\/\...
I soon heard a loud chiming sound, which rang throughout the area. People began to leave the booths and walk towards another area of the building.
A man stood, holding a parchment paper on stage. "Now, ladies and gents! It's time for this "Indian culture and it's prosperity in the british empire" exhibition's main event. The curry festival! London's best curry houses will be taking part!"
I watched boredly. I was not one for watching opening ceremonies. My mind began to wander. I was wondering what Undertaker was doing back home. I paused. Did I say...Home?
I stared at the ground. It WAS my home. I never felt so welcomed there. Compared to my other shitty "Home" I was in before...I wasn't constantly watched by someone. And I wasn't held against my will there...And...The person in the household was my house companion...Not someone who was just there because it was a job...
People began cheering, which broke me from my thoughts. All the contestants were on stage, including Sebastian.
"NOW LET THE COOKING BEGIN!"
All the men got to work, flinging spices into the air, frying meat and blending the spices.
The smell rose to my nose and I found myself almost drooling. It reminded me of my mothers food.
I hadn't smelled food that good in a few years, that's when I took notice of Agni, who was unwrapping his bandages from his right hand and adding spices to his pan with lightning speed.
Agni wasn't bad looking from where I was standing. He was quite the handsome fellow. His food smelled wonderfully. "That Indians right hand practically has a life of it's own!" Cried a spectator. "And what a lovely aroma..."
Sebastian on the other hand...(No pun intended) Was matching Agni's own speed, adding a unique blend of spices to the pan. His smelled lovely as well. "Funtoms amazing too! And smells just as great!" Someone cried.
"Alas, it doesn't seem as though he'll be going down easily." Mumbled a disappointed Ciel. Lau chuckled beside him.
"Hey! What in blazes is he doing?" One cried out, pointing at Sebastian. I turned my head to look. "Hes putting something black into the curry pot!"
I slowly smiled. It was pure chocolate. Chocolate has it's own unique spices, especially when adding it to something else.
The crowed groaned in disgust. "Chocolate in Curry?" "I'm going to be sick..." "Whats going through that mans head?!" "Mummyyyy I want chocolate!"
West was laughing in the background. Ciel was silent as ever.
I began to wonder about this part. If I was in the manga universe, there was no black spice that would make everyone who ate it go insane. And of course, the queen had not shown up yet. I was grateful for that. I'd rather not run into another angel that spoke of purity when the angels themselves were corrupt...
I was brought out of my mind again once I saw the blue lobster in Agni's hands. I was a sea food eater mostly. Perhaps I would like Agni's food more then Sebastians...
Then, Viscount Druit began to have a spazz attack about the blue lobster. "Why, is that isn't...The blue noblewoman, le homard blue!"
I visibly plugged my ears at hearing his nonsense chatter. He was a lost Romeo. And a bit of a rapist pedophile. Both of which I despised in a man. He was less then a man should be.
My eyes shifted over to Sebastian, seeing he was piling up round balls of flour. It was confusing the audience.
"Damn! We've lost this battle!" I heard Soma cry out.
I shook my head, knowing he was going to do the curry bun technique. It was a nice strategy and all, but I prefered Agni's. I had a taste for seafood. And The Blue lobster was looking mighty fine about now.
"Time is up! We will now begin the judging!"
I stared blankly as one man after the other was judged. One was accused of using curry powder. I snickered softly.
I had never tried real curry before. One told me is was spicy, another told me it was thick and was like comfort food. No one could really tell me what it tasted like.
"Next, we have chef Agni from Harold West!"
He stepped forward, placing his dish on the counter next to the judges. "This...Is my curry." He lifted the lid, showing a blue lobster with small dishes of different curries surrounding it. "A thali of Honard...And seven curries."
The judges were stunned. "A whole homard blue and a host of red, yellow, green curries...What a vivid rainbow!"
Agni bowed slightly. "I have prepared curries of differing heat and flavor so you have a selection from which to match your tastes. All the curries have been seasoned to pair with Le Homard Bleu."
I stared, I found my mouth watering. It looked so good. As Viscount took a bite, he went into a random chatter again, making me cover my ears once again. God he was annoying!
"Wonderful! This is the best curry I've ever tasted!" Agni bowed down. "I thank you, my lord."
Sebastian was next, waiting patiently.
"What say you! Has the victor already been decided?! Waiting in the wings is our final participant, Funtom Corporation!"
Sebastian lightly smirked, Only I caught it.
He came to the table, "My curry, gentleman..." He lifted the lid.
Only to reveal a round ball made of flour. The expression on the judges faces were comical. It was funny being the only one who knew the curry was inside.
"You there! What is this white thing!? Are you trying to make a mockery of us!?" Yelled the judge.
Without a word, Sebastian grabbed it with a pair of tongs, and flung it into a boiling pan of oil. It sizzled loudly.
"Hes frying it!?" The judges exclaimed. I snickered softly, covering my mouth. People were so stupid.
He pulled it out of the bowl, before setting it on the plate. "Now it is complete. This is our company's curry."
The judges looked annoyed. "So I ask you, where is the cur-"
"Please, just a moment!" Druit interrupted.
He brought his knife down into the bun, and curry poured out of it. "What in the!? Curry is spilling out from within!"
Agni looked shocked. "WHA!?"
"This is the curry we, Funtom, proudly present. Its name is..The Curry bun!" He announced proudly.
Everyone in the audience gasped loudly, shocked and in awe.
I crossed my arms, not really all that impressed. Though it was a big change to curry making.
"Please enjoy." Sebastian said, watching the judges taste it.
My mind wandered once again, still wondering of what Undertaker was doing back at the shop. As time went on, he seemed more recluse. And he always went into the back of his shop...And why was it, that I had not seen a funeral in such a long while? It had to be the bizarre dolls. His homemade zombies... My eyes went downward, wondering why he did it. Even though he said the answer in the manga...It made no sense. It wasn't curiosity towards humans. It was something completely different...He was driven for something. He was searching for something.
What are you looking for Undertaker? Are you trying to create something more then a still living body? Perhaps...a synthetic human soul-
"And now for the moment you've all been waiting for, ladies and gents...The curry tasting! Please help yourself to which ever curry you like!" Said the man on stage, snapping me from my thoughts.
I looked around, before finding Sebastian's curry being handed out on plates. I eyed it wearily, before taking one.
If people knew Sebastian was a demon, they would be careful what they ate from him as well.
I bit into the crunchy exterior, tasting a number of flavors exploding into my mouth. It was a bit spicy, but not overwhelmingly spicy. It was quite good. Something to eat on the trip home.
I saw Agni's curry being passed around and grabbed a plate, taking a piece of the blue Lobster and dunking it into a random curry bowl. When I bit into it my eyes widened. It had a unique taste. I think I already found myself liking this one.
Seafood was more to my tastes. But that was just me. The curry bun was indeed useful to people who can't hold a bowl or spoon. But still, I sided with Agni's. It had more visual appeal anyways.
"Thank you for your patience ladies and gentleman! After much discusion..The winner of today's festival is..." There was a long drawn out pause.
"...Horald West and Funtom corporation! We name them both victo-" Suddenly, the trophy was snatched away by a whip. I went quiet, knowing he queen was here.
"A moment if you please..." Said a white haired fellow wearing strange glasses.
"This match..." A roaring of hoofs could be heard, and a Elderly woman on a horse rode in.
"Whozzat funky granny?" Asked Bardroy.
Ciel rushed forward. "Your majesty! What are you doing in a place like this!"
The crowd gasped in shock. "MAJESTY?!"
I decided to sneak out of the crowd, and away from everyone. I didn't like the queen. And now I knew why Undertaker didn't want to come.
I felt the need to leave, but knew Sebastian needed to talk to me.
I decided to make my way back to the strange crystal glass building. I didn't like the feel of the queens presence.
She appeared to be a charming woman...Like any old grandmother...But this was different. She held a secret. What that was I did not know. And it was best to stay away.
I leaned against a pillar in the building, munching on a curry bun. I would have to say my thanks to him for making it.
I saw some people heading this way. I guess some other people grew bored as well and were heading home or were going back to their booths at the festival
Soon everyone was coming back, and I was going almost tired of waiting for the familiar group. Suddenly, I could see from here Mina going over and hugging West. She was quite the beautiful woman, if only her personality was that way.
I watched as the scene between Soma and Mina soon play out. I could hear her yelling and scolded him. The hurt look on Soma's face was terrible. Soma was a good hearted young man. He didn't deserve such pain.
I watched curiously as Mina walked this way with West. I narrowed my eyes slightly. As she was coming up the steps, a smirk played on my lips. "Ooops." I whispered, and Mina's leg was pulled out from under her, making her trip and faceplant on her face. West blinked and helped her up.
I smirked again, and made her other foot give out, making her faceplant once more on her face.
I snickered silently. She deserved it after all. And Lau was going to do much worse later on. West looked dumbfounded. Maybe she was just being clumsy today. Mina looked aggravated, pushing West away.
"I see you have quite a talent." Spoke A familiar voice. I turned my head, seeing Sebastian standing there. I froze, looking sheepish.
"I don't know what you mean." I said in a sarcastic tone.
"I think you do...I believe it was you that interfered and took out that reaper that night." A smirk playing on his lips.
My eyes glanced around. It was just me and him. "Perhaps it was...So what...I saved his aunts life...that's all that mattered to me." I said honestly, looking down at my curry bun.
"Even at the cost of your own life? How cherishible." He said, rubbing his chin and raising an eyebrow.
"My life is worth nothing...I live to help others at this moment." I replied, taking another bite of the curry bun.
"Really now? You seemed rather keen to live with those shields you kept using." He said, smirking.
I looked down at the ground, thinking of when I was throwing up bubble shields to protect me from Grelle. "I'm afraid of death. All humans are. Which I'm sure you're aware of. Since you make contracts with them to save them from death and other horrible events, only to eat their souls..."
I lifted my head to look at him, only to see his red eyes glowing fuchsia red, his pupils narrowed into slits. They seemed to bore into my soul.
"How clever...You're not an ordinary human though are you? But half. Do I detect a vampire?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Yes... Look, I mean no harm, really. I was just there to save Madam Red. I did Ciel a favor. But he doesn't owe me anything." I explained, getting irritated with this conversation.
"No one does something like that unless someone returns the favor..." Sebastian smirked.
I rolled my eyes, walking away slowly. "Because you're a demon. You only believe in making deals..." I then paused, turning around to face him.
"But yet, you do feel emotions like humans do at some points. You feel fondness for your Bo-chan. Take care of the young master, I have to go...And uh...Thanks for these curry buns..." I said, turning back around and running off, leaving a puzzled Sebastian.
.../\/\/\...
I entered Undertaker's shop, kicking off my shoes and sighing. "Undertaker! I'm back!" I chirped, heading towards the back, only to be met with silence.
I paused, silence in this universe was never good.
I narrowed my eyes. I silently walked towards the back, wondering if Undertaker was back there. I went passed the bedroom door, only to pause and turn around. The door was ajar. I remember shutting it before leaving...
I peeked through the door, only to be met with a odd sight.
Undertaker was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back was to me. And he was shirtless. I could see how pale he was...and how ripped he was in muscle.
His wet hair swayed delicately against his back. He must have just showered...
His Spinal vertebra was visible. He may have been ripped, but he was very thin.
I could see a scar going around his waist. He had broad shoulders, which was carved delicately with muscles. He was like a masterpeice...But yet...
Undertaker bent over, delicately tightening the straps on his boots with his long fingers. Had he not sensed me yet?
I began to realise. He was more human then most people would think. I kept forgetting. He was no god. But a man...He was no different from us.
All this time, I had thought of him as something different. Like he was something to be worshiped by fangirls. But seeing him, without his robe on, looking human, made me realise how wrong I was...And how silly I was.
He was just a man...who puts his boots on one at a time. And that...made him more interesting.
Undertaker paused, his head turning slightly in my direction. I stood there still, staring at him. He then stood up slowly, facing me. I suddenly backed up, realizing how tall he was compared to me...And how well toned he was.
...Oh boy...This is reaaaaally intimidating...
"...Like what you seeee?~" He asked teasingly, his hands gesturing to his chest.
I bit my lip, not wanting to answer. I found myself rooted to the spot. I wanted to blush. I wanted to say how...beautiful he was. I wanted to say something...
But then I took more notice of his chest. And how thin he looked. He had several scars on his chest, almost as though he had been whipped... That scar that I had saw from behind around his waist also came around at his hips. Also his arms were covered in scars. I then glanced back up. I could see his ribcage. Were reapers this skinny? Or was he not eating?
"My robe is right there...Should I, or shouldn't I?" He teased more, a smirk on his face. His eyes were glowing at me, showing the brilliance in them. Did he do this on purpose to tease me?
I then breathed out, realising I had been holding my breath this whole time. "What the hell caused those scars?" I asked, very concerned, even though it had obviously healed.
He frowned, not expecting that answer. "...As one would saaaay...Bad day at work~" He replied, turning around and putting on his undercoat and buttoning it up.
I realized I had ruined his fun, and tried to help with the subject. "I'm not ashamed of your scars. I have scars of my own." I told him, unconsciously touching my own.
"I never said you were..." He said softly, buttoning up his sleeves.
I decided to change the subject. "I know why you didn't go to the Curry festival. The queen showed up."
I noticed His aura darken slightly. "Well~, the queen has a love for curry." He replied, putting on his overcoat and buttoning that as well. It was like watching cosplay in action.
"I brought some curry home if you want some." I offered, showing him a bag of curry buns.
He turned his head, eyeing the strange buns, before shaking his head. "I'm content with my biscuits m'dear."
I frowned, looking down at the curry buns. "You're really skinny..."
"I'm fine m'dear. Reapers cannot die so easily." He assured me.
"You need to eat something, seriously. And Sebastian made them with chocolate..." I tried to reason with him. Undertaker poked a glowing eye at me. "Really? How interesting."
He heaved with a laugh. "I shall try one then..." He took one from me, and bit into it like he was biting into his biscuits. "...Very interesting..." He said, eyeing the bun with scrutiny. "Once again, he over-exceeds my expectations."
"We talked for a bit. He knows it was me that saved Madam Red...Nothing ever really escapes his notice though so it was to be expected..."
"I have seemed to escape hiiiis however..." He giggled, tying the sash snugly around at his hip. I realised something was missing. "...Where's your lockets?" I asked suddenly.
Undertaker perked, his eyes glowing more brightly. "Can you be a dear and fetch them for meee? They are still in the bathroom~" He asked softly.
I nodded, setting the bag of curries on the end table and going to the bathroom. I could feel the leftover heat from the drained water.
I found the chain of lockets on the sink. I leaned down, examining them closely.
All of them had hair from the person who had passed, made delicately to form shapes of whoever put them there.
Of course...the one that stood out the most was the one that said Claudia P... This one stood out from the others. Hair was shaped delicately into the infinity symbol. It was a wonderful symbol in itself.
I already knew that Claudia P was A Phantomhive, just recently my friend sent me the picture to my phone. Just what relationship did he had with her? It had to be romantic.
I delicately picked up the chain and left the bathroom, coming back to the bedroom, only to find him munching on the curry buns. "...Really?" I said, smirking.
Undertaker looked sheepish, I just laughed and set the lockets by him. He eyed them, before attaching them around his hip.
That itself was symbolic...He kept her at the hip.
He must had really loved her...
But how did he forget to grab it when leaving the bathroom? He had been acting odd. Was he distracted?
"I'm going to go to bed dear. It's been a long day for me..." I told him, already feeling my legs wanting to give out from the long walk.
"Alright m'dear..." He gave a smile and went passed me, but not before patting my shoulder, and lightly giving me a peck on the cheek.
I flinched and blinked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at him. "What was that for?" I felt my insides do a flip.
Undertaker cocked his head, puzzled. "A friend cannot give another friend a kiss goodnight?" He asked, putting a finger to his chin.
"...In my time, it's means your lovers." I said, crossing my arms.
"...Your world is incredibly odd..." He said, shaking his head and snickering. He then walked out of the room. "Good niiiiight~" He sang, waving.
"...G-Good night..." I said softly.
It was my turn to shake my head. He was right though. My old world was incredibly twisted and was about sex all the time. Not even a friend could give another a hug without being judged.
I went over to the dresser, opening the drawer and pulling out a nightgown.
I began to get dressed. I eyed the scar on my side upon taking off my blouse. Me and Undertaker both had scars now. I also eyed the split skin on my arm that Grell had gave me. It wasn't that bad either.
Still, the next time I saw him he would get the same punishment. An eye for an eye...
I then put the gown on, watching the robe fall to my feet. It was quite beautiful on me. For once, I felt pretty...
I then shook my head, trying to get a grip. I had always believed I looked terrible. But looks were nothing to me...What a conundrum.
I stared at the bed. It was nice that Undertaker would let me use it. But he prefered to sleep in his coffins, like the silly reaper he was. I couldn't blame him. It looked so comfy in there...
I then crawled into bed, reflecting on what happened today. But it was just another day in crazy land to me.
I wondered why the reality of this world hadn't hit me yet. I mean...Undertaker was in the same building as me. The freaking Undertaker.
Maybe it did...But I was fine with it all...Or maybe...I was in shock...
I stacked up the pillows on the bed, before laying back, my head was elevated. I could not sleep flat on my back.
I stared up at the ceiling, thinking more. It had been a fine day. And I was just a bit tingly with excitement.
I smiled softly, grabbing a curry bun and biting into it. I may have liked Agni's food better. But I couldn't carry his home. Sebastian's was just as good.
I soon finished it, curling up under the covers of my blanket. I was happy I had a home to go to when the day was over. And with someone who honestly cared for me. My eyes widened slightly.
"A friend cannot give another friend a kiss goodnight?"
A friend...He actually called me a friend...And he wasn't joking about it...
I smiled wide, feeling genuinely happy. I hadn't had a friend for a long while. Perhaps this friendship would last...And wouldn't end in disaster...
I closed my eyes tiredly, feeling sleep take me over. For tomorrow was a new day.
Aurora was happy, for now she had something to look forward to everyday. And a friend to welcome her home.
((AN: I'm sorry if it killed you, grounded you up and set fire to your insides reading this peice o' shit. I feel like I rushed this...I'm sorry dearies if it was...I haven't been feeling well...))