"So let me sort this out in my head, you live in a temple?!" Grell swung his death scythe over his shoulder.

"Yes, I don't get what's so hard to understand about that!" Raye shivered a little from the cold. It was getting dark and rather lonely on the streets.

"And you live with Grandaddy and some bloke named Chad." Grell turned and looked over his shoulder, "Which is incidentally, a silly name."

"Ha! Says you." Raye smiled.

"Is he dreamy? Does he have sparkling green eyes like myself?"

Raye laughed, "He looks nothing like you."

"Does he have shortish black hair, a devilish smile and red eyes that could cut through diamonds?" Grell shivered slightly.

"No, he has longish brown hair, brown eyes and a vacant expression."

Grell shrugged, "Could be sexy, I suppose."

"Yeah, well it's not." Raye growled. She couldn't help it, but she was growing more and more fond of Grell... he had an easy charm, and was fun to chat to...

"Temper temper, darling." Grell swung round and leant on a wall. He looked across at his companion, the only thing wrapped around her scantly clad body was her thick, black hair. "Are you cold?"

Raye was suprised, "Yeah, a bit."

Grell clicked his teeth, a little annoyed, but pushed himself back of against the wall and swung his vibrant red coat off from around his shoulders, "Here."

Raye raised her eyebrows, "Woah... really?"

"Take it before I put it back on. And don't get it dirty. And don't sweat on it."

"Alright! Chill out!" Raye put it on, "It's a bit big on me..."

"The woman who used to own it was... well... rather buxom let's say."

"Oh, stealing your girlfriend's clothes and running away?"

Grell smiled, the points of his teeth fitting perfectly together, that scared Raye a little, "You know I'm all about the men, little Mars. No, it belonged to a lady I was fond of once. I killed for her." Grell cocked his head to the side, "Literally."

Raye stepped back, "What?"

"We had somewhat of a deal. I thought she was different. But in the end she was just another woman." He spat.

Raye was silent, "Where is she n..."

"Dead. I killed her." He raised his chainsaw up to his face, staring at his reflection in the metal.

Raye just stood there, silently. "You... killed... her?" She breathed.

Grell looked at her over a snarl. "You think I'm going to kill you too?"

Raye, for the first time in a long time felt scared, "I... don't know what to think..."

"Why are you shaking?" All humour had gone from his voice.

She realised she was staring at a death god. A red haired death god who had killed a woman, taken her coat and left. A murderer. She was assisting a murderer. "I... can't..."

"Can't what?" Grell put his hand on his hip, "Help your friend?"

"You're evil..." She whispered, slowly stepping away.

Grell licked his lips, "As I said... there is a hazy line between good and evil."

"No there isn't." Raye clenched her fists, "You fight evil, so good prevails."

Grell chuckled under his breath, "Little Mars. You want to fight me now? I assure you, you won't win, so let's not start that, hmm? We were having a nice chat before."

"I... need some time alone." Raye slid down the wall, hugging her knees up against her chest, never in all her life had she been around evil. She'd always been opposing it. She looked to see Grell walking away from her, leaning his... chainsaw up against a wall before stretching his arms a little.

"Why did I follow a man with a chainsaw in the first place...?" She muttered. She rolled her eyes and caught sight of the shop opposite her, "Undertakers? Really, can death be any more around me than it already is?"

"Oh death's always around you."

Raye jumped as Grell appeared right beside her, "For goodness sake, I said I needed some space."

"And I gave you some! Now, let's get cracking, hmmm? I was going to call in on him, he's terribly dreamy, but time's ticking for your little friend, and I'm not leaving my best coat here!"

Raye took the hand he was offering her and stood. "I want to make a contract."

"You'll need a demon for that." He flicked his hair.

"What?" Raye shook her head, "No, I want you to promise not to kill me."

Grell raised his eyebrows, "Can't be done, little Mars. What if you suddenly pop up on my To Die list?"

Raye sighed, "Then you tell me. All right?"

Grell smiled, "All right, but I wasn't going to kill you anyway. Believe it or not, I was getting to quite like you."

Raye hugged herself, she couldn't help but be a little nervous about this maniac liking her... "Let's go."

xxx

The undertaker watched them leave from the upper window. "It's gettin' dark already." He sniggered, moving downstairs.

THUD

The undertaker frowned, "What was..."

THUD!

"Hmmm... That's not really a sound one wants to hear in this sort of place..." He adjusted his hat and moved forward.

THUD THUD THUD THUD!

The undertaker smiled, "Well... it looks as if someone placed a dud order..."

"Oh for heavens' sake! I've had enough of this. Jupiter Thunder... CRASH!" The coffin atop another blew off with the lid of the thudding one, sending it crashing across the room.

"My my, sorry to keep you all cooped up like that!"

Lita stood up, "Who are you?!"

"You're the one standing in my coffin, who are you?!"

Lita narrowed her eyes, "Answer me first!"

"No, you." The undertaker was grinning now.

"Fine... I am Sailor Jupiter! Protector of the world! And what have you done with my friends, old man?"

"Old man? My, that's not very complimentary is it?"

Lita gave a tut, "Where are they?"

"My dear, I have no idea what you're talking about, although I must say you're being very amusing."

"AMUSING?" Lita jumped out, "Why you..." She stopped, as the man just grinned at her.

"I'm the undertaker."

"An undertaker?"

"No, The Undertaker." He smiled, "A perfectly normal profession, wouldn't you agree?"

"N...no." Lita moved back again.

The undertaker smiled a irresistibly large smile, "But you would agree it's a vital role in any community."

Lita took another step back and fell head first over a coffin and on to her bottom, "OH! Is that coffin full?!"

"You'd be correct in suspecting that my dear!" The Undertaker sniggered, "Now, what is it you're wanting, other than these friends of yours?"

Lita just sat there, her mouth hanging open, she had just tripped over a dead body, and she was not impressed. She then realised that she was on her own with a strange looking man who had probably got a rather good look up her skirt when she had fallen. She quickly stood and brushed a few cobwebs off.

"Well, can I get you a warm beverage?"

Lita stared. She was cold, but she didn't know this man... "What do you know about the Hope Diamond?"

"What do you know about wearing proper clothes?" The Undertaker was still grinning away to himself.

"EXCUSE ME!" Lita glared, "This is my hero outfit! My normal clothes are fine!"

"Then my knowledge on the Hope Diamond "is fine"."

Lita pursed her lips; this man was asking for trouble... "Tell me what I want to know!"

"Oh my dear, you've been amusing, but not that amusing. No, knowledge costs!"

"Well..." Lita had a feeling he wasn't going to accept yen... "What do you want?" A dangerous question for any young lady to ask a strange man...

"The joy of laughter, Miss Jupiter."

"Laughter?"

"Yeeees..." He smiled easily, "Laughter. This profession can get a little... dry. If you know what I mean." He brushed some dust off the table with his long black fingernails.

"Oh... well. Er... Knock knock."

"Ooooh, goody! I like these ones, erm, who's there?"

"Er..." Lita clenched her fists angrily, she had no idea... "Sailor..."

"Sailor who..."

"Oh... er... How do I know?" She sat down angrily.

The shop rattled with hysteric laughter as Lita looked on, bewildered at The Undertaker.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?!" Lita demanded.

The Undertaker fell backwards in to a coffin laughing, "Oh, my dear, that was HYSTERICAL! You truly are brilliant! How do I know... Classic!" He burst into fresh laughter.

Lita stood there, then smiled, and then started to chuckle. I don't even know why I'm laughing! She thought, and then burst in to hysterics herself.

The two stood there for a good ten minutes in copious amounts of laughter. Lita sat back in the empty coffin she laughed so hard! She came to the conclusion that this crazy guy's laugh was infectious, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"My dear..." The Undertaker wiped his eyes, "You are so unfunny you're funny!"

Lita wanted to glare at him and shout, but she was exhausted from laughter and just nodded in agreement.

"Anyway. I'll get us a drink and we'll have a chat about this Hope Diamond. I think I'd certainly be willing to help you!"

She stretched her arms out, still chuckling, until she realised where she was sitting, "Oh, gee! No!" She stood up and moved away from the coffin.

"Here we are, a nice warm pint of tea, do take a seat. Probably on a chair." The Undertaker checked to see if his coffin was all right, "Oh but where are my manners?!" He grabbed a small tin and held it towards her, "Biscuit?"

"Ooh, yes please!" Lita took one out the box and looked at it, "This... looks like a dog biscuit..."

"Mmmmm." The Undertaker stuck half in his mouth, "Delicious. Anyway!"

Lita sat there holding the biscuit, he clearly wasn't going to offer her a new one and she wasn't eating something shaped like a bone, not in this shop...

"The Hope Diamond you want is it? A young girl like you? That's brave." The Undertaker chuckled, "There's two pieces of this precious stone, both cut down in to smaller pieces. They're rings now. There was a case you might be interested in to do with it a while ago, of course I wasn't involved per se... but word gets around... Young girls."

Lita's eyes widened, "What happened?"

"Being kidnapped. The ring finds its owner. It decides who is worthy. And who is not. Those girls are taken and turned in to dolls."

"What? Why?"

"The ring is cursed, Miss Jupiter. You don't want to be chasing that."

Lita bit her lip, "All my friends are after it. What if they get cursed?!"

The Undertaker shrugged, "Then who knows. the doll maker's gone, but who knows what else could happen. The other piece of the Hope Diamond already has a long term... well... for now owner. The head of the Phantomhive house."

"Do you know him?"

"Oh yes, Miss Jupiter. I know Ciel Phantomhive very well indeed."