Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for being late with this one! I started writing another story and got side tracked, but I've come to a stopping point and felt the need to review something. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Now you get to see the Undertaker in action ;3 Best of luck, and see you at the end!

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"Eight… Six… Four!" Marwin called out. You did the techniques perfectly, the blindfold still over your face. It's been a few days since you started and you've both improved greatly, but the examinations will be in a day or two and you still haven't built the confidence to take the blindfold off. You growled after the reaper was able to stop your attack before you stabbed him in the chest and you rubbed your forehead. You kept feeling your demonic powers coming back every single time you got captured in the attacks, but not the red eyes, no. The purple eyes, your normal eyes. They don't want to go away.

"It's not good enough," you snarled, the boy staring at you confused at your irritated look.

"Not good enough? You could be teaching training seminars if you wanted to! –"

"I know the technique is good, but I just can't… get into it," you pouted, deciding to take the blindfold off. You stared at the reaper with your shinigami eyes, wondering how long that will last as you noticed the face he was making. He just couldn't understand what you were going through, but then again you were a perfectionist at heart, another sour trait as a demon.

"What do you mean –"

"Well I'm just going through the motions. I don't feel… into it. Like I'm not fighting to my fullest or something," and you weren't, which was your problem. "… Put me in a life or death situation."

"W-what? –"

"Attack me for real. Let's actually spare or something. I-I can't handle how slow this is going and I only have about a day left. It's time for something drastic." You put on your glasses, tucking the blindfold away. The large spectacles had been prescribed to your eye vision, which was relatively well even with these double iris eyes, but now you were going to be afraid of breaking them. "… But heck if you don't want to actually spare –"

You were interrupted as Marwin's training sword almost slashed your neck in half, dodging just in time as you quickly jumped away. "I was waiting for you to ask!" he chuckled and continued to run at you, your body instantly defending from his attacks with the blade of your training scythe. "I've been learning all those basic tricks while you've been trying to cut me down. Now it's payback time!"

"Hah!" you laughed, jumping far enough away that he couldn't strike you down so easily and you could gain your footing again. "I thought you didn't want to do this –"

"Not until you showed me how fun it is! Now come on – AGGGH!" he yelped, a small hair on his head fluttering away as he fell to the ground to avoid your long blade.

"Don't underestimate your opponent," you chuckled darkly and ran at him, barely giving Marwin time to jump to his feet as you slashed at him with the death scythe. "I never~~ go easy, even on a pal." The reaper snorted in defense and dashed towards you, your blades clanking in the air and making a high pitched ringing.

As you fought you smirked at the fire in his eyes, noticing this while the blade rolled through your wrists and you saw your reflection that your own eyes were blazing too. That was how your purple eyes were revealing themselves, you realized. The shinigami green and yellow eyes you wore were now inflamed with a bright yellow tone. Any brighter and the green would have faded away, but it was the same shine when you used your demonic attacks with your purple eyes, the same glow when you were angry with your red eyes showing. Interesting… this truly is a discovery. Marwin and yourself fought back and forth, the sound of metal clashing against metal and stones breaking heard from the arena and down the hallways. The two of you didn't even notice the crowd you were attracting right on the other side of the glass, not only peers, but a few teachers as well.

You slipped past the path of his blade and let out a roar, stabbing the blade into his shoulder. He cried out in pain, but with these training death scythes you were told they can't actually kill, but that'll leave a bruise in the morning. He stared at you, knowing you weren't going to stop, and in retaliation he kicked the blade into the air, sending the death scythe flying out of your hand. Your eyes widened in shock as he snarled in anger, the blade of his sword pointed right as you as he aimed to strike your chest. It wasn't until he was already in the air sailing towards you did he notice what he was doing, your body unable to move in time. You had to think of something drastic and you held out your hand towards the scythe on the ground, the weapon humming at your strong aura and then sailed right into your hand. In the nick of time you stopped the blade, Marwin falling to his knees and gasping at his mistake. "O-oh my god, I'm so sorry! –"

"It's fine," you smiled weakly, helping him to his feet, "but gosh we should get that shoulder checked –"

"How in the world did you do that!?" he asked, your eyes blinking a few times and then you chuckled nervously, noticing the stunned eyes staring at you from behind the glass.

"Ah… I-I just concentrated my energy on the scythe and it flew into my hand," you told him honestly, "but seriously let's get that shoulder checked. It's enough training for today anyways."

"Fine," the reaper grumbled as you helped him out of the room, quickly putting the death scythes away and grabbing your belongs before leaving. You hated being a spectacle, but now there's no backing out of it. Word will get to Undertaker about what you just did and now he'll expect more from you. Geeze… maybe doing this so early after your first cycle was over wasn't the best idea, especially since you're still developing. Then again… if you didn't do it now then you may never get to do this, ever.

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The time had finally come for the performance examination to begin. Each reaper had to show off their fighting skills against older students to see if they need more combat training. Then they will go on and hear about the program they will be doing at the academy, but you already knew which route they'll be placing you. Then again it may not happen. You'll just have to see.

You smirked slyly while Marwin fought his elder student. Your training on him made him quite good with a death scythe during the last week. The student had to fight back just to keep his composure and not look like an idiot; the teachers that were watching taking notes before calling it quits and they were dismissed. "Did you see me? I almost had him!"

"You did," you smirked darkly, "and for crying out loud, if that's how good the senior students are then I'm appalled."

"I hear you'll be fighting a legend in our reaper history –"

"I-I don't know about legend," you chuckled nervously, "but that's not until the end, after you guys had your names called."

"What?!" Marwin snorted. "We don't get to watch –"

"You do," you shrugged. "Just… I think he's running late, that's why." You pointed to the teachers that were talking among each other, one looking at their watch, at you, and then their watch again. "… Yep, late. Definitely late."

"Damn… Well I'm still sticking around for that. It'll be cool!"

"N-now Undertaker isn't exactly a 'legend' –"

"Are you kidding!? Have you not heard of him? Seen his statue in front of the library doors? He's amazing!" the reaper was jumping up and down now, but all you could do is let out an irritated sigh.

"Legend or not he's still my opponent and I'll treat him as such," you snorted at the thought. "Just because he's an elder doesn't mean I'll go easy on him. I don't go easy on anybody~, and if I am something is horribly wrong." It was honestly true. You never went easy, even when it was your brother. In fact your brother insisted you never go easy on him, and if you do that means you're turning soft. You can't have that… never. "Just a fair warning –"

"It's nice to hear my little pupil is exerting herself," you heard a deep voice behind you, turning your head around to glare while Marwin gasped in surprise.

"I-it's the –"

"Hello sir," you frowned, covering Marwin's mouth before he could make a scene. How he showed up so mysteriously behind your back, even with your demon senses, well… maybe you don't want to know. "I think you're late."

"Right on time according to my watch Sandra," the elder reaper snickered happily, narrowing your eyes as you watched his silver hairs flutter over his glasses.

"Fine… whatever –"

"Are you looking forward to our little sparring match –"

"I actually am," you smirked, deciding to let go of Marwin's mouth, which lay gapping open now. "I want to see how good my teacher is."

"Trust me sweetheart, I'm better than most shinigamis. Only fair warning," he suddenly whispered into your ear and you wondered how in the world he ended up so close to you so quickly, "I will not go easy on your either." Then he gave you a devious smile and left, walking off to the sidelines probably trying to sneak around the crowd before making his way to the teachers. The fact that he startled them made you smirk, but now you were wondering if this was a good idea. Hmmmm… nah. It was the perfect idea, and if you get injured then you know the level of reapers around here compared to demons.

The group filtered through, eyes beginning to turn to the Undertaker in awe. You tried not to face palm, but it happened anyways while you groaned. Darn… crowds. You hated crowds. The reapers lined up to hear their name being called, your eyes continuing to look over at the legend wondering when you'd finally have your turn. You were hoping to spare with one of the younger reapers before him, but if that's not the case then so be it. "…Marwin Leberecht will be taking dispatch classes –"

"Yes! Woohooo!" He jumped up excitedly into the air and you flinched at his reaction, grinning happily and giving you a thumbs up. The teacher that announced his name glared at you and you chuckled nervously, giving him a pat on the back to calm his down. "I-I mean, wo hoo?"

"Geeze Marwin," you whispered and tried to not laugh, the boy blushing at your comment and settling down.

Your eyes kept looking towards the Undertaker, who had his feet up on the table at the end of the row of teachers, as bored out of his skull as you were. When his eyes met yours he gave you a grin and a friendly wink, your mouth pouting at his response. Looking over at the teachers and making sure they weren't staring at you, you stuck your tongue out quickly, snapping your head back into a calm demeanor as if nothing had happened and you began to hear laugher. "and… Undertaker can we keep a stoic demeanor over there?"

"S-sorry Taylor," he snorted, holding his hand up to his mouth trying to keep it covered. The young reapers were stunned at the old man's uncontrollable snorts and giggles, a sly smirk appearing on your lips and you crossed your arms over your chest. Hah! Got him!

It still took a while for the teachers to get to the end of the list and at last the man sighed, putting his papers away and each teacher pulled out a new sheet of paper. "Now it's time for the last student to be evaluated. Alessandra Moore, please step forward. Sorry for the wait dear." You took a step forward, realizing you had to walk up to the front of the crowd and pouted. You pushed your way out of the row of reapers before walking down the main aisle, noticing eyes on your and whispers talking through the crowd. You looked up at the teachers; your eyes darker then they had to be since you've been standing around this whole time. "As for the rest of you, you're free to leave –"

"Ah now~ it'd be highly~~ educational if the dearies stick around –"

"They are free to stay if they wish," the teacher spoke in an annoyed tone, but no one made a move to leave. What they were wondering or excited about was the legendary reaper standing before them, even the older students stayed and were excited for the main event. Main event, hah! What a joke! "Miss Moore you'll be fighting one of our top students before sparing with the Undertaker. Are you prepared?"

"I don't have a death scythe," you told them with an annoyed snarl on your face and you crossed your arms over your chest, "and I thought one was provided –"

"Yes. Usually new reapers are never given actual death scythes until the end of their academy years. You will be using a training scythe –"

"I disagree," you heard the Undertaker say, putting his legs down so he could stare at the reaper speaking. "To know if this reaper will work well in my division I need to see her with an actual weapon."

The senior student that stepped forward seemed to turn pale, but you weren't unnerved by his words. "But sir," the teacher snorted, "that's highly unorthodox –"

"Orthodox, morchodox. Back in my~ day we used real scythes, and if you won't do it I'll gladly do it myself –"

"Alright! But the medical team will be on standby," the teacher agreed, the other reapers looking at each other hesitantly, especially the one you would be fighting first. Your eyes turned to him and you studied him behind cold shinigami eyes, his efforts to glare back at you completely in vain while you watched his body shiver in fright. Geeze… such a wimp, but never underestimate an opponent. There's a reason why he's fighting you so you had to keep that in mind. "Miss Moore, Mr. Harkin, retrieve your death scythes."

You walked over to the corner of the room, all eyes on you. You grabbed a long old style death scythe and the legend seemed to approve with your choice. As for the other reaper he chose a battle axe, an axe on one side and a hammer on the other side, probably thinking it would be the best counter against your weapon. Then the two of you went back into the middle of the room where the arena was. The other students scooted away, the teachers having to usher them aside so they could see through the crowd. You gripped the long scythe, your hands getting sweaty. You were starting to get nervous, what if something goes wrong? But you had to calm down… calm… You noticed that your opponent was also nervous, his body even shaking as you straightened your back and smirked. "What?" you called over to him. "Are you scared~ over there?"

"N-no! Why should I be?!" he huffed.

"I'll give you a chance now to back out," you told him, narrowing your eyes again while you grinned deviously, "because I'm not going to go easy on you just because you're a senior."

"Easy? Hah! You're just a first year! You don't know how to fight like I do! –"

"I bet your mama could fight better then you can," you smirked.

"What the fuck did you say?" he snarled, glaring back at you and crouching down to attack. You continued to grin, enjoying taunting the poor reaper. From what you realized senior reapers were less than a century old and the new recruits in the field were around the same age you were. So, in all fairness, you had a lot more experience than he did, but you weren't going to tell him that. You were just taught to always infuriate your enemy to get the best results, and right now you wanted a grudge match. You wanted blood. "Lousy bitch –"

"Senior out of his league –"

"I'll show you!" he suddenly yelled out, his eyes blazing in anger as he ran at you. You smirked and slipped past him right as he swung towards you, his arms still moving in the wind while you ended up behind him and kicked him in the back. He cried out and slammed his shoulders into the floor, trying to stop himself from falling on his face while he snarled and glared at you from the ground.

"Hey!" you heard one of the teachers yell. "I didn't say go yet!" You sighed and walked back to your side, the reaper glaring at you as he cranked his shoulders to make sure they were still fine. Hmmm… if he was still moving like that maybe you didn't hurt him enough.

"Senior student reaper, have the young reaper demonstrate her technique skills from the book." Now you didn't understand what that meant, but you assumed you were supposed to attack and defend from the ten techniques in the book. "You've done your training and you know what that means. Miss Moore, when you're ready."

You blinked, thinking you were supposed to brawl, but you supposed that'll only be when the sparing heats up. You dashed at the reaper and started with technique one. You went as fast as you could, noticing he was still glaring at you. Oh boy… he was pissed off. Then he began to attack and you assumed you were supposed to defend using one of the other techniques. This went on back and forth, both sides not daring to slow down as you went through each technique. Once that was done, however, an evil glint appeared in his eyes and you knew he was going to strike back. Instead of going easy on you he tried to swipe at your head, but you easily ducked and rolled to the side. Then he continued to attack, a snarl leaving his breath as he continued to aim for your vital organs. You easily evaded, beginning to fall back on instincts instead of using the techniques you taught yourself. You learned, after all, to use instincts and the way he was attacking, the glint of anger in his eyes, made your demon instincts heighten.

You jumped far enough away to create some distance, deciding you'll have to go all out too. He let out a battle cry and he raised his axe to you; instead of running off you yelled back and leapt forward. Metal upon metal clashed in the air, using his tall stature to try to push you down. You yelped, feeling your muscles strain from the weight, and you could tell he was getting over confident. 'All or nothing,' you thought deep in the back of your mind, closing your eyes and calming yourself down. No! You have to give it your all now! Stop being a wimp!

When you opened your eyes again they flashed a threatening yellow, a deep dark color of hate and power, a devious grin appearing on your lips, and you slipped your blade out from under him and slid out of the way. You used the end of your handle to trip the reaper off of his feet, the senior yelping in surprise as he fell backward onto the ground. You heard the crowd gasp, but you didn't care. You were quick on your feet, kicking his death scythe away and aiming your blade in his neck. "I… win," you tried to say between pants, but you weren't tired from the fight. You were tired from trying to surpass your demonic abilities, again.

"Never," he snarled back, but you simply pressed your blade deeper into his neck and drew a tiny amount of blood.

"The winner is Alessandra Moor –"

"N-no I won't lose to you! –"

"Give it up –"

"You're going to have to kill me first!" the senior reaper responded, but the stunned look in his eyes meant to you that his words even surprised himself. You looked down at him, your eyes flashing in an unresponsive glow. Your mind told you to stop, but your emotions and instincts told you to finish the job. You began to press down slowly and he let out a cry, but then you were stopped by a strong grip on the death scythe.

"That is enough child. You've proven yourself. Now let the boy go," the deep voice told you, your eyes looking at him with the same dark glow until you sighed and took the blade away from the reaper's neck. Immediately the boy was taken away, cursing that he was fine and that he wasn't done yet.

You blinked up at the legend, seeing the silver hairs floating over his face, noticing a dark threatening green glow from his eyes. Oh, you knew that look. You did something wrong, didn't you? "… I'm sorry sir," you mumbled in an apology, your eyes turning back to a normal reaper tone and you began to walk away, but he grabbed hold of your shoulder and you snapped your head back, looking at him hesitantly while he sighed and shook his head.

"Don't apologize for a result I wanted. Just don't be reckless with your own comrades."

"Yes sir," you mumbled back, noticing the unsure look in the Undertaker's hidden eyes while he grinned and stepped back.

"Well child, now it's our turn," he chuckled darkly and you noticed the eager eyes staring back at you. "Are you up for the challenge?"

"There's no turning back now," you answered back, crouching down waiting for whatever could be in store for you.

"Let me warn you now that your little taunts won't work on me," he smirked and you looked at him confused. "I don't want you to use those techniques like its clockwork, rather go with your instincts."

"R-right," you agreed, a thin smile appearing on your lips. You were glad about that because you were sick of using those basic techniques anyways. They may help for beginners, but if you're fighting expert demons those fighting styles won't be a match for them.

Still you were worried about your demonic powers shinning through again, but then again perhaps that's what the shinigamis are looking for, something demonic. "And… go!" You jumped forward as the man ran towards you head on, metal scythes smashing against each other and the screech of the blades caused some reapers to grimace in pain. You jumped back for a split second to see the man's scythe, a large scythe similar to the one you picked out, yet it was custom made and fit to his touch. It was a large silver scythe, each part connected and woven into each other, and when you said woven you were completely correct. A skeleton seemed to be embedded into the weapon, looking as if it was sculpted out of one piece of silver or iron. He only gave you some time so he could pull his hair back, a devious grin on his lips and fire in his eyes that read he meant business.

Yet instead of being terrified you smirked back. You never fought a strong reaper before, not even a creature this powerful except for your brother. Let's see if you'll survive. You stepped forward, testing the waters. He was expecting you to run towards him, so you did. You evading the first swing of his death scythe, ducking and leaping up into the air as he swung the second. Your feet connected with the blade and you took a vicious step forward, knowing you didn't have time to swing so you twisted your wrist and aimed the end of the handle at the man. Knowing your thoughts he flipped over his scythe, trying to pin you down, but you were too fast. You jumped off of the scythe before you could be smashed into the ground, spinning on your heel and swinging your blade at the man. Sadly metal met metal and you growled in annoyance, an amused giggle leaving the reaper's lips as you ripped your death scythe away and jumped a few feet away. "You may have some natural skills my dear," he snickered, "but still not top notch material." You simply stared back at him, glaring as you usually did. He was trying to intimidate you like how you intimidated that other reaper, but that wasn't going to get you down. The thing was that you did train before, a cycle worth of training, and naturally you weren't a born fighter. You've had to work at it all your life and now… now you felt like you were letting your bloodline down.

Something internally wanted you to succeed and a deeper feeling told you that you weren't even close to your limit yet. You let in a deep breath, closing your eyes. Hmmmm… concentrate… concentrate… what was that feeling bubbling up in your chest? "I'm waiting my dear –"

You let out a cry and jumped forward as if you were floating on the air. You strike as hard as you could as if you knew the metal would connect. The legend was rather startled that your strength suddenly grew, but what interested him more was the glowing fire suddenly in your eyes. You tried to keep your demonic senses to a minimum, but to win this fight you're going to have to use them. Yet internally they didn't feel like demon senses. It felt… natural and strangely just divine. No good or bad traits, but simply divine. You lunged backward, the handle of your scythe slipping towards the man's legs while you flipped and his scythe aimed down towards your chest. He leapt up into the air, evading your attack, and spinning on your heel you jumped back at him again, teeth snarling as you swung your blade in for a kill. He stopped you just in time, your metal clanking against the handle of his death scythe.

You noticed a flash in his eyes and suddenly you were on the ground, the group gasping in shock as the handle of his death scythe pinned you down and he straddled you to pin your knees to the ground. You stared at him in shock, your scythe pushed away from your grasp. You reached out your arm helplessly to grab the weapon, but your attempts were in vain. "Are you wondering how I pinned y'ah~?" he asked, a soft, yet threatening voice hissing in your ear and causing you shudder. "Well… that'll be something I teach you later," he chuckled and let you go, your eyes staring up at him as he stood and began to walk away. "… Well are you coming little dearie? Or do you want to play with the other reapers?"

You blinked, looking over at the death scythe wondering if you should pick it up, but by the glare in his eyes you could tell you should just hustle over to him. The teachers and reapers started talking among themselves, either disappointed or amazed at the legend's skills. Marwin was in awe, his mouth gapping open. He wasn't amazed by the Undertaker, but rather he was amazed by your own skills. That wasn't the same reaper he had spent a week fighting in the arena. You looked like you truly had skills and were holding back your attacks this whole time. You stepped next to Undertaker, unsure if you were supposed to do anything. His scythe mesmerized between his fingertips effortlessly, a smirk still playing on his lips at your confused expression. "Are you wondering why I'm accepting you as my pupil even though you lost –"

"I-I get you wanted to topple me over as if I was a rag doll," you snorted in annoyance, his amused gaze turning to your own while you pouted, "but I don't understand what we're doing now or how in the world you could pin me down like that! –"

"Teleportation," he told you simply and you stared at him in shock. "The ability to move from one place to another in the split of an eye. Can only be used sparingly, but you were putting up quite a fight and I knew if I didn't end this soon those young farts would have seen too~ much of your little abilities."

"Ah… right," you frowned, trying to understand what he meant. Sure you've seen demons do that. It's a simple trick that even you could do if you wanted to, but for him to appear so suddenly, to trap you with his death scythe before you could even blink. That wasn't just some sort of teleportation, there was speed involved in that attack too.

You felt strangely violated, but yet again overly excited. W-wow. If that's how powerful reapers are that's only because of powerful demons and angels, and knowing yourself you had to have abilities like that lying dormant somewhere in your body… somewhere… "Child, are you awake?"

"A-ah… yes sir," you responded, not realizing you had moved into your own little world until the Undertaker snickered.

"Good. Now to start your training."

"S-so soon!? –"

"Are you tired~?" he smirked slyly, grabbing his suitcase and turning away from the group of reapers. You quickly followed behind him, unsure if you should walk beside him or not as you both walked out of the room before the place burst in chaotic commotion over the fight they just saw.

"Of course not –"

"Then you'll start training," he told you simply, "until our job is done."

"… Job? –"

"Reaping of course," he snickered lightly, "but don't worry. You won't have to deal with demons yet. We'll give you a temporary death scythe while I continue to evaluate you, and perhaps in a few years you'll get your own scythe with custom glasses. Understood?"

"Sure sir –"

"Then let us make haste!" he giggled and hastened faster down the hallway. "The faster we get this done to sooner we can get to bed!" You stared at him amazed that he would even say such a thing. All the teachers you've come across would have said something like, let's finish work so we don't have overtime, but not him. He'd rather be in bed then doing this, you realized, and a thin smile of appreciation appeared on your face as you nodded at his terms and was practically running down the hallway to keep up with the old man. You did have to say though, this guy sure was crazy.

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A/N: Ah hah! You won! Well sort of, but now you get to be a genuine reaper =D I hope you enjoyed all that. I think the next chapter will just be small talk, but soon there will be drama. If you liked this please comment, and SEE YOU LATER!