((AN: Hey guys. Aurora has no idea about the curse in Germany. She forgot to read it on her phone. So this shows a serious moment of weakness.))

"No." Said an irritated Aurora, Undertaker had done the mistake of rubbing her rump while she was cuddling him. And of course, Undertaker had a huge perverse grin on that pretty face of his.

"Such a moody little kitten today. Are you still that angry with me?" Asked an amused Undertaker. Aurora just simply wasn't in the mood for being touched that way. Something about it turned her off. Of course, pregnant women always acted different. Either she wanted to cuddle, or wanted to be left alone. She would sometimes cry for no apparent reason as well. Or would have anger issues about something silly.

Undertaker understood that when she lashed out at him in anger, she never meant it, for she would come around crying and give him hugs, apologizing over and over again.

"No...I don't want sex. I just wanted to cuddle..." She said, staring out the window. "And I want to go outside again...Getting really fucking tired of being in this place."

Undertaker raised a silver brow. She wasn't the only one suffering. "I'm not likin' it anymore then you are, dear one. But we are wanted by the dispatch."

"I'm aware..." She didn't understand why she couldn't control her impulses. Her body was working against her once again and she wasn't liking that at all. Her mind felt all jumbled. She wasn't herself. Where did the happiness go? Just the other day she was playing in the snow, giggling and throwing snowballs.

Slowly a smile crept onto her face. There was the happiness...There was the laughter. She then remembered when she got into Undertaker's clothes and wore them for a while. Her grin got bigger. And surprisingly, she let out her own Undertaker giggle. It took a lot to make her laugh. And she hadn't laughed in a while. If nobody knew she was pregnant, they would had though her a madwoman for laughing so suddenly.

Suddenly, she gave a surprised grunt, eyes widening in disbelief at her stomach. Her stomach gurgled loudly. She saw her baby's aura flash a brilliant gold.

"Something wrong?" Said a soft spoken Undertaker, looking curiously at her.

"...I felt something...different...Like...a bump...Movement..." She was confused, but Undertaker understood exactly what she meant, and went over to touch her stomach. Aurora let him, never having refusing him to touch the baby. "The baby kicked, you mean." He explained for her. Aurora looked genuinely surprised. "I-it did?...It felt...weird..." She mumbled, looking away. Now she was acting and feeling shy. Undertaker rubbed her swollen belly.

"Normally, the fe-..." Aurora gave him a quick glare. "-The unborn baby doesn't start kicking soo soon..." He corrected himself quickly, knowing that Aurora wouldn't hesitate to pound his face in. But she was still being shy so maybe she would cut him some slack.

"But I'm guessing the reaper side of it makes it stronger..." Aurora finished for him, her eyes shutting and listening to the baby's heartbeat. So full of will and light. But the gender was unknown... She silently prayed it would be a healthy baby.

She was startled out of her trance by Undertaker cupping her face and kissing her forehead. She sighed softly, relaxing to the kiss. That was the boost she needed. He knew she felt worried for the child. "I'm sorry for snapping..." She said genuinely. She always felt sorry. She always pitied herself...

"Enough of that now...Come relax..." He said in that soft deep voice of his, which sent chills down Aurora's spine. Something about that tone felt right, normal even. If there was such a thing for the Undertaker.

"As long as you don't touch my butt again." She giggled softly. Undertaker just smirked mischievously. "That, I cannot promise~" He said, which Aurora expected.

She soon joined him in the lumpy bed. The bed was clearly old. But Undertaker had tried his best to make them both comfortable as possible. It was also a great time to talk about their histories with one another. Of course, Undertaker remained silent most of the time. It was a touchy subject sometimes. But Aurora was a curious one.

"Are Shinigami born? Or made?" She asked suddenly. Undertaker's eyes shifted, his eyes glancing to the window. The snow was thickening outside. He needed to get them to move somewhere else...Farther away.

Aurora was left in the dark, he didn't answer her question. Her eyes softened and a emotion poured through. "Did I ask the wrong question again?" She asked with overwhelming sadness. Wow, talk about hormones. She needed to take a chill pill. But yet, it didn't seem like it was entirely the hormones...

Her true emotions had broken through. She trusted him completely. She trusted him enough to show her emotions, to show her weakness. For God's sake her was the father of her child. How could she not love him or trust him?

Undertaker looked surprised to hear that question. Of course she didn't do anything wrong. He was in his day dreams, his other world. His internal madness...His mind...

He brought her into his chest, earning a startled cry. It helped to silence her tears. Undertaker wasn't one for comfort., but yet he knew what Aurora needed to calm down. He remembered what she said before she told him she was pregnant.

"You were wrong...We are more alike then you think..."

She had been right. Undertaker had thought that she could never be the same as him. That he needed to push her so she could rise to her full potential...And in return She pushed him as well...He had become soft.

"Both..." Undertaker said softly, earning a wide eyed look from Aurora.

"Huh?"

Undertaker chuckled, nuzzling his nose against hers. His lips curled into a playful grin. "The answer to your question silly one, Whether Shinigami are either born or created...Both..." He said simply, becoming amused by the surprised look on her face. Of course he heard her question. He was all too aware of his surroundings. His mind just liked to wander...

"Help me, Undertaker...Please...I need you...For fucks sake help me!" Aurora pleaded with teary eyes.

Undertaker wasn't too fond of that memory. He had never seen his companion in so much pain. But it was more emotional pain then physical...That was a face he did not want to see on her again...For he felt guilty for what he had done to her. He shouldn't have expected her to be perfect like him, for he had many flaws. They were alike after all.

Aurora watched his facial expressions, her hazel eyes watching his aura shift to muddy colors, before brightening again. She reached a hand out, an lightly traced the scar on his face. She was curious about how deep they were. She only touched the ones on his chest. She was too afraid to touch his face. His face was soo beautiful, yet frightening to look at when he pulled his hair back. She felt as though his face was like a porcelain doll. That would shatter if she touched it. This was the longest she had seen him with his eyes showing. She was overwhelmed by his beauty.

But clearly, beauty was only skin deep...

His eyes snapped to her as she reached the bridge of his nose. Aurora gave a soft smile. Curiosity was something she could never let go of. It was always a good thing to be curious. Curiosity was better then knowledge itself. It kept the seekers well...seeking. Those innocent eyes of hers, her pale skin, seeming to be glowing in the white light. He couldn't help but find her cute and tiny. She was glowing with her pregnancy.

Aurora soon felt his hand give her arse a sudden pinch. She slapped his hand away, another cute moment was ruined by his perverse nature. Of course, she really didn't care. She loved her perverted mortician. No...He wasn't a mortician anymore...A rogue Shinigami...Ankou...

She took his hands, lightly pulling his gloves off. She was examining his nails. "I never understood your nail color. Why are they naturally black?" She asked him, curious. Undertaker was amused by her random curiosity. She always took interest in the smallest details.

"They are black with age. I told you, I am older then most Shinigami..." He explained once again. She was even more curious now. "Take off your shoes. And socks." She ordered softly, wanting to find out if his toenails were black as well.

Undertaker gave her strange look, but did as she asked, showing his bony feet. And black toenails. She never did get a good look at his feet when they were having sex. Obviously because she was focusing on something more...Distracting.

"You got big feet..." She mumbled, hiding part of her face into his chest. Poor Aurora and her childish curiosity. Undertaker just found it amusing. She must have been tired. She always acted drunk when she was tired.

"Above average." He said simply, nuzzling his nose into her ear. She squeaked and giggled. It was a sensitive soft spot for her. "Uni stoooop." She giggled, pushing his face away with her hands. But he ended up nipping her fingers. He really was a softie. "Stop it, pretty boy."

He put his arms around her, squeezing at her stomach. She squeaked again. She was ticklish. Undertaker smirked wide, and began to tickle at her stomach. Aurora squealed out a laugh. "NO! STOP! AHAHAAHA! UNDERTAKER! ANKOOOOOOU!" She pleaded desperately. Undertaker enjoyed hearing her laugh. It was like his own, unique.

Suddenly, a burst of energy was felt against his palm. And the baby visibly kicked against his hand. Aurora's eyes went wide. Undertaker instantly stopped, his eyes frozen on her stomach. That, he did not expect.

After a nervous moment, Aurora spoke. "The baby has my powers..." Aurora said breathlessly. She didn't expect the baby to have her powers. She thought the divine blood of Undertaker would cancel that out. How wrong she had been.

That got Undertaker thinking. Just how powerful would their child be? Undertaker gently poked her stomach, watching the baby respond by showing bumps on her tummy where he poked. It was tag. Aurora giggled. "That feels weird." She said.

Undertaker then blew a raspberry on her stomach. Aurora whined, pushing him off. "Stop eeeet. You'll have plenty of time to play when he or she comes out." She promised him. Undertaker smiled at the idea. He would have fun with the tiny child. He could easily picture it...

.../\/\/\...

The nightmares...The eyes...watching...Death is everywhere. Let me out...I need...to wake up!

I awoke with a gasp, Undertaker was by my side in an instant, a candle flickering and giving me light. I breathed heavily, my hands gripping him tightly. Undertaker was patting my head with a wet cloth. I would have these nightmares every morning. Always the same one. Me, dying.

I sat up. We were in the wagon. Undertaker had decided we should travel once again. Just yesterday night we traveled by boat. He wouldn't say where we were going. But the air was clearly different here...More misty.

Undertaker took my hand, bringing me close to him. My back to his chest. I soon calmed down. My heart was slowing down. My eyes looked off to the side. I was always ashamed of myself when this happened.

Undertaker remained quiet when these nightmare attacks occurred. He would usually just hold me until I was able to calm. I never complained. It was just who he was. No shame in that. I sighed softly. "What time is it?" I asked him, my eyes shutting.

"Nearly sunrise." He replied, stroking my stomach. The baby lightly kicked against his hand. He smiled fondly, his cheek pressing against mine. I sighed again, feeling chills as his warm breath tickled my neck.

"Good...I need the sun..." I said, getting up slowly. Undertaker assisted me. I was having trouble getting up. The baby was having more of an affect on me. "Where are we?" I asked yet another question. Undertaker smiled in reply. "You'll see." He said, going to the seat and flicking the reigns. I soon sat by him, huddling close to him for warmth. My personality had changed yet again. All I wanted to do was cuddle, be cute, and sleep. I barely wanted to talk. I just wanted rest...

Soon, we could see a town up ahead. I blinked tiredly, wincing at the sun's rays. Undertaker soon slipped me a cookie. I took it, munching on it lazily. I felt so tired. Soon Undertaker stopped the wagon. "I'll be right back luv." He said, lifting me up before laying me down. I grunted. "Where are you going?" I mumbled softly.

"Just inside, relax dear. I'll only be a minute." He said, getting up and getting off the wagon. I watched him enter inside the building. I noticed most of the villagers were staring. I wondered why. But soon, it became clear I wasn't welcome as they neared closer to me.

"THIS IS unser Land! Bleiben Sie weg OUTSIDER!" One yelled at me. I managed to make out some words. German was the only language that was closer to English for me.

I narrowed my eyes, my irises turning red. "It would be wise to back off. If you can understand me that is." I glared, earning panicked looks from the villagers. "Is she a demon?!" "No she must be a witch!" They babbled in German.

"Neither. I suggest you noisy sods back off." Interrupted Undertaker, who appeared in front of the wagon, silencing them. I smiled fondly at him, before settling down. I noticed he had a bag of food. So he came here for resources? Where were they? Everyone spoke in German...That was odd.

Undertaker hopped into the seat, snapping the reigns and taking off. I squeaked softly, hanging onto him. "Where are we?" I asked him. He chuckled. "Did the languages not give it away?" He asked, ruffling my hair. I whined. "It's German...But there's no way we're in Germany...Right?" I trailed off, seeing a shit eating grin on Undertaker's face. "What the fuck Ankou...We're THAT far out? WHY?!" I whined.

"Information." Was all he said. I glared, my irises turning red. "I've been through hell and back. I'm pregnant. And you want to still chase Ciel? Are you fucking stupid?!" I snapped.

He gave me a look through his top hat. "Oooh~, Don't be so dramatic Aurora... I would think you would waaaant some adventure~." He gave as an excuse. I flinched as he said my name. That condescending tone...I despised it.

I was pregnant, helpless, weak, tired, cranky, pissed OFF that this reaper that I regrettably loved, was taking me somewhere where I could not defend myself if we were caught by Ciel or Sebastian. Needless to say. I was pissed.

I stood up, hopping off the wagon while it was in motion. Undertaker halted the horses, a surprised look on his features. "Where are you going darlin'?" He asked, that condescending tone there again. I flinched. "Somewhere away from you." I replied, the words stinging my heart. I heard Undertaker getting off the wagon, but I already took off into the dark woods. I needed to think. I wanted to be alone.

Why was he being reckless? Why was he putting my life in danger? I knew he was the Undertaker after all. But after all the shit I was put through, I would think he had a shred of sympathy.

As I walked forward, I noticed a fog bellowing around me. There must had been a swamp nearby, or I had hit a fog cloud. I stood there, thinking about my father as well, wondering why I was put here. Where WAS my father? Was he aware I wasn't back in my home world?

My eyes traveled upwards. I could sense something was happening, deep in the woods...

SNAP.

My eyes widened, I looked around, doing a spin in my steps. What was that? There was something there...

Suddenly, a deep growl was heard was heard ahead of me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. It was a mistake to come here. What was out there? I know I saw a moving figure ahead of me...

I suddenly felt tears on my face. Was I crying? What was wrong with me? I wiped them away, trying to focus on the noise in front of me. But then, I felt warm blood run down my upper lip onto the ground, straining it. I stared in shock. What was going on?!

Suddenly, I felt an incredible itch in my arms. I went to scratch, when I felt a lesion on the spot, in fact, several lesions were felt. I looked down, finding boils completely covering my arms and hands and fingers. Then, my face felt like it was on fire. I had no idea my face was now swelling with the lesions. I knew instantly, I had to get out or I would die. But I found myself incredibly afraid. I was rooted to the spot.

The world seemed to be spinning. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned around, seeing Undertaker looking at me with wide eyes. What did he see that I could not on my face?

"...An...Ankou...Get out...Of here." I struggled to say, before losing my legs and falling. Undertaker caught me, his eyes still wide. He held me close, before running out of that cursed place. If he did not react fast enough, Aurora would die. He remembered talking to one of the villagers, telling him about the curse far off in the woods, that made peoples skin swell, then go mad.

"Ankou...A-Ankou...I'm...I'm sorry..." I said through a struggled voice. My throat felt raw. Undertaker's facial expression did not change. He looked panicked. He looked shocked. That was NOT the face I wanted to see on Undertaker. "...I...Love you..." I said softly, some blood escaping from my lips. I felt my eyes roll up and close. I could hear my baby's heartbeat. It was going strong still. It was the last thing I heard before being consumed by the darkness that awaited me. I was floating away on a cloud. I was gone...

I'm sorry...

((AN: HEY GUYS I WON'T UPDATE FOR A WHILE. PLEASE CHECK OUT MY NEW UNDERTAKER FANFIC, ESCAPE FROM THE CIRCUS. THE LOVE OF FUCK, READ. IT. YOU WILL DIE OF CUTENESS.))