((AN: HELLO SWEETIES! SORRY! HAD TO BORROW THE TARDIS TO BRING YOU THIS NEXT CHAPTER! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. TIMEY WHIMEY SHIT TOOK HOLD AND WELL...YOU KNOW THE REST. O_O Anyways. This is a flashback of her memories of them in the cottage. Please enjoy.))

"Stooooop Ankou. Every time you talk it kicks. It can hear you..." Aurora pouted, laying on her side. But Undertaker giggled. "It can tell I'm the father. And my voice is unique like you claim to be. " Aurora grunted as the baby kicked against her bladder. She turned to glare softly at Undertaker. He laughed hard then. Only to make the baby kick ever more harder. Aurora let out a squeak and covered her mouth. "Help me up?" She asked, eyes wide.

Undertaker raised an eyebrow, but helped her up. Aurora soon rushed into the loo, looking panicked. Undertaker remained where he was, wondering what was the matter.
She soon returned, looking relieved. "It made me piss myself." She laughed softly. Undertaker smirked. Now he knew her weakness. Oooh this was going to be fun.

"I want cuuuuuddles." She whined in a child like voice. Undertaker just snickered. She was definitely unique compared to other women. People seemed so different from her time. It appeared women had equal rights. And she even showed equality to the slaves of trade. She was all about love, even though she could be a hard head about it. And the fact that she went out of her way to be back with him was brilliant, and very amusing to him.

His hidden eyes snapped down to stare at her stomach. There was worry in those old brilliant eyes of his. Aurora was strong, no doubt...But in the end, it was all up to him. Him and his madness. Him and his skills as a (retired) reaper.

Aurora sat up, her eyes scanning him. "...Talk to me?" She asked, though it was more of a plea. She could see his aura changing again. Undertaker lowered his head before looking to a dirty bookshelf. He pulled a book out, before blowing the dust off. "Reapers...Keep books of every single human on the face of the earth, in a library." He said, flipping through the pages.

Aurora was listening, not wanting to interrupt or ask the stupid obvious question of "Yeah, so what?" Aurora wasn't like that. She knew him. She watched him flip through the pages like it was nothing. His aura was dark. She knew, in that instant, that he was remembering his job as a reaper...And it was hurting him. "The reapers library..." Aurora nodded, being careful with what she said.

"And when a human is born, a new book appears with fresh writing...And it even reveals... the location of the birth." He said, taking interest in a page. Aurora stared at him, before swallowing and looking at her stomach. This was scaring the shit out of her. This was frightening her to her core. The thought that they could find them just right after the baby's birth was horrifying. She wouldn't allow it. No. This was her first child! She couldn't let this happen!

"And when they are about to die, depending on who is chosen...They are reaped by us. And the "Dead book" is put away, down in the vaults..." He closed the book with a thud and a burst of dust, making Aurora's heart skip a beat. Now Aurora was about to snap. "Why are you telling me this? My baby is doomed to die once it's born?!" She wanted to scream at him, to tell him to shut up. To make him say it was just a sick joke. But it wasn't. It was a sick reality. And she was too tired to scream and fight. Too tired for anything anymore. The baby was draining her like a tumor.

And during her fright, Undertaker said absolutely nothing. Just...nothing. He had lived for so long, seeing people die of fright and cry bitter tears. He was too immune to show emotion.
But this was his lover. His current lover. One that had stuck through hell to stay with him. Even went so far as to help him with his madness. "But..."

Aurora perked. Thats the word she wanted to hear. Just that word would help anything. The keyword to possibly saving their lives. Or preventing such horrible chaos. "But?"

"The child is part divine...It may not even register in the reaper's library...The book won't exist...But this is all on chance. I cannot guarantee it." He said cautiously, remembering the last time he was so sure about something.

"Even if the book appears...I will fight...It's my baby..." Aurora said without thinking it. Undertaker shook his head, his long hair swaying. "No. You cannot fight them. You will be weak after having the child luv. It will be no use in resisting." He said with no emotion. Aurora stared at him in disbelief. "Where the fuck did my lover go? My mad man? My creator of Zombies?! You got to be shitting me!?" Aurora grunted, standing up. "You're the flippin' Undertaker! Don't tell me you've given up. Please tell me you're fucking /joking./"

But he wasn't, his aura was dark. It was a color she knew before. He was delving into the "no hope" zone. And once someone was stuck in there, there was no getting them out. Aurora's eyes narrowed. She soon took a chair and put it in front of him. She sat down. "When I was back in my world. I grew up reading books, watching the telly. Drawing, anything to get me out of my depression. Anything, that would give me a boost and shine a ray of light on me." She noticed he was listening. But the aura was still dark.

"And all that time, growing up, watching the world change and evolve every single second...Made me realize the world was cruel...Unforgiving...hateful..." Her eyes traveled to the floor, imagining her drawings and books all over the floor. "So I sought out laughter...Something to make me laugh...To destroy the pain of what I had seen...Pure...prime laughter." She added with a smile.

She noticed a spark of gold in his aura appeared. He was definitely listening. "And then...One day...I watched a cartoon...called Black Butler..." She remembered telling him about the show once she completely trusted him. "Didn't care for it at first, The Butler annoyed me." She said, pretending to brush away a memory. "So I stopped watching it for a while." She looked down again, scoffing. "Still think the Butler is rubbish...Too...Perfect for my liking." She then narrowed her eyebrows, remembering her next memory.

"But a friend told me, "Oh Aurora, I think I have found your soul mate. Your Doppelganger in male form" She said..." Laughing at the thought. "So I watched a few more episodes...And the first person that interested me, was a silly man in a silly top hat." She swore she saw his lips move, but continued on. "But I knew he was more then that. Much more. He craved Prime Laughter as payment...Like me." She chuckled.
"So I began to research about you, wanting to know your habits, style of clothing...But less of all...Your eyes." She realized. "I never once thought about your eyes. I had always figured I'd never see them...And actually accepted that. I just thought that was your character. And it was already revealed you were a reaper in the cartoon so we knew what color were your eyes."

She suddenly began to cry. "But one day I read the book of it. Which went in a different direction from the cartoon. It began to reveal who you truly were, and just when I thought you couldn't get more amazing...I saw them...I saw your eyes...And I fucking cried. Because I knew then, you were so perfect. Your eyes explain who you are. The eyes are the gateway to the soul and you hide them because of what you have seen and do not want to be noticed. It showed your madness, your tenderness. Your love. Your brutality. And thats why I love you. And know for a fact, that you can get us out of any horrible situation. Thats how much faith I have in you. All that time, reading about you and thinking about you. I felt like I knew you were real."

She then paused, thinking. "...And now it all makes sense..." She felt shock in her heart. The memories of her being in limbo and being so confident in getting out. "When I was in limbo...I had thought of the one place I wanted to go if I died...And that was here...Thats why I'm here..." She realized, eyes wide.

"But you're not dead..." Undertaker added in finally, his aura that beautiful gold. That was the crazy old man she knew. "Yeah, if I was dead you'd be prettying me up for my funeral. Not impregnating me." She teased, earning a pat on the head from Undertaker. "Hey! Don't forget the kiss!" She pouted, looking cross.

"Could do more then that." He hinted, scooping her up and earning a squeak from her. "Nope! Hell no! Not while I'm pregnant!" She squeaked as she was put on the bed. But a kiss to the lips soon quelled her bickering. But that didn't stop the baby inside of her from kicking against Undertaker's stomach. Aurora laughed through the kiss. That tickled. "S-stop silly. Even the baby said no." She said shyly.

Undertaker pretended to pout. "Oh alright then. Settle down." He huffed, sneaking a kiss to her neck. She shivered, knowing that was her weak spot. "You sneaky reaper..." Undertaker had tried this several times before but she was so adamant on not having sex during pregnancy. She was so worried. She was stressed. And now the reapers library was going to stress her out even more. But now...A random thought just popped into her head.

Undertaker noticed she went quiet, very un-normally quiet. Suddenly, he spotted tears on her face. Something was wrong. He took her hand, rubbing them gently. "What is it, luv?"

Aurora looked like she was in shock about something. "...I..." She was remembering something she remembered reading a while back. Almost all the most interesting characters in a leading series have to die at one point. Be it sudden, or slow and painful. A character of interest always meets it's end. Either the book ends at a cliff hanger or the author kills them off...All in the name of viewers...

Aurora turned to look at Undertaker, eyes wide. "...You're going to die...Aren't you?" Her voice cracked as she asked this. His eyes were looking at her. Those bright glowing eyes, how they beautifully moved left and right to scan her. He seemed to had a unknowing look on his face. Like he truly did not know that answer, or was unsure of telling her. But the moment the answer left his lips it made her eyes widen.

"Time, can always be Rewritten..."