Summary: If you remember, in the last chapter, Undertaker won a bet against Catherine so she has to dress up for him for a week starting next week. Here's some of what she's dressing up as!

'Of all the ridiculous get ups…' Catherine muttered, adjusting her pointed hat. Lizzie giggled. Of course, the little girl wasn't putting a stop to it, she loved all games of dress up.

'You look so cute, Catherine!' Lizzie squealed at the typical witch costume. Yes, that's right. Witch. Costume.

She was dressed in an almost full length dark blue dress that clung to her curvaceous form and a pentacle attached to a chain dangled just above her breasts. Undertaker even got her a pointy wide brimmed hat with silver spider web design on it. Also, she was holding a broom. Ridiculous. This was how the humans saw witches to be… idiots. Undertaker hummed as he exited the room, shoving something warm and fluffy into her arms.

'I must agree, you look quite adorable.' Undertaker murmured. She didn't even answer him. She stared at the black cat, settling into her arms with a rather proud air. She stared up at Undertaker with sure eyes.

'You've lost it.'

'Lost what, my dear?' Undertaker asked obliviously, snapping a few pictures. Catherine let out a growl with startled the cat.

'Your sanity!' She spat, indignant. Where was her pride as a witch? Flushed down the toilet of shame!

'Probably.' He giggled back, taking more pictures. He was going to comprise an entire album of his little demon witch, he had already planned all the outfits for this week. After that, he can either gaze upon her beautiful person at his leisure… or use it to tease and embarrass her. She was such an amusement then!

'Undertaker!' Ciel strode into the room just then, causing Lizzie to slam into him with an excited hug. 'Lizzie?! What are you doing here?'

'Undertaker's dressing Catherine up!' She answered happily. The final piece to ensure her happiness had arrived.

'Really?' Ciel wondered, looking past his fiancée to the sulking demon witch and pleased Undertaker. He cracked a smile.

'What a wonderful creature… such sleek fur, such soft paws…' Sebastian moaned as he petted and fondled the cat residing in Catherine's arms. She gritted her teeth in annoyance but lost it when the cat began to purr.

'At least, greet me first, brother!' she yelled at him. Sebastian looked up with an amused smirk.

'You look a complete fool, sister.' He supplied honestly with a mocking smile. Catherine threw the cat at him before punching him in the shoulder so hard, he was forced back a step. Undertaker grinned and snapped more pictures.

PART TWO

'What the hell, Undertaker?' She sighed in exasperation. He had so far dressed her as a witch, made her go around in her demonic form and don… cat ears and a tail. She shivered at that. Her brother had even petted her head… and she had broken his hand. Not that it mattered. It just healed half an hour later.

But this… she smoothed down the long black robes, touching the soft grey sash along the way. She stared at herself in the mirror and traced her fingers along the brim of the top hat she wore, with its cascading black ribbons. She even had a braid, nestled in her black hair. Today, she was dressed up as an undertaker. Not just any undertaker. Her Undertaker. He had even used his clothes, modifying a set so that her curves fit in nicely and accented her form.

Undertaker glided in next to her and she stared at the both of them in the mirror. Good god if he should fall to earth laughing his holy ass off… 'You called, darling undertaker?' He teased her, reaching over to play with her braid, twisting it between his black nailed fingers. She took his braid with her own and played with it absentmindedly.

'Why did you decide to dress me up as yourself?' She asked simply.

'Because…' He trailed off, lingering his lips near her jaw seductively before giving her a simple kiss on the corner of her mouth.

'Because what?' She asked, eyes mesmerizing the poor shinigami.

'Because I want a complete pair.' He finished with a mischievous smile. She frowned in confusion but he pulled away to grab the camera, snapping some worthy shots. He pulled out a cookie from the jar he kept in his robes and stuck it into her mouth. She indulged him, giving him a coy look with the cookie stuck between her lips provocatively. 'Tomorrow, you'll be a corpse.'

She ate the cookie, licking her lips. Those things really were delicious. 'I knew you were a necrophilia fanatic, you bastard.' She accused with a grin. He grinned back.

'Not a bad idea that.' He mused playfully. But she was biting and sucking the flesh on his neck the next moment.

'Forget it. I'm the only body you'll sleep with.' She growled jealously. Undertaker snaked his arms around her gently before grabbing her ass possessively, whispering to her in a husky voice.

'Likewise, darling Catherine.'

PART THREE

This was beyond even her expectation. It was the last day of the week now. The last outfit. And suddenly, she had changed gender. She patted her chest through the shirt and open blazer she was wearing. Her poor breasts… squished. She sighed, lokking at herself in the mirror once more. Chest bindings, men's clothes… a black leather choker. Her hair was left straight down her back with curved tips and bangs framed the side of her face. She had applied some make up to her jaw to give it a slightly manly angle. Then she levelled her shoulders and stuck her hands into her pockets casually.

She looked like a feminine man. She nearly missed it when the camera snapped god knows how many times. She whirled to face Undertaker. He took off his hand and brushed his silver bangs away to reveal his green-yellow eyes. Her own eyes sparked. His eyes like all shinigami were a unique mix of green and yellow but it suited him perfectly especially because he knew how to use it. She sauntered up to him as a man would and winked.

'Like what you see?' she asked in a slightly deeper voice, running her fingers through her hair. The camera snapped and she laughed. 'What's with this outfit, babe?' She asked, keeping to a man's attitude.

Undertaker chuckled at her use of the word 'babe' for him. 'You look delicious.' He murmured wantonly and Catherine raised her brows in surprise. Was Undertaker bisexual? She didn't know that. But he shook his head, guessing what she was thinking. 'I was just wondering if I'd find you attractive even if you were male.'

'What do you think?' Catherine asked, smoothing down her jacket, showing off her flat-chest. It had taken awhile to wrap up her rather large breasts. He sighed and leaned in close to her, taking her ear between his teeth. She stopped breathing.

'Even as a male…' He whispered quietly to her. 'You turn me on.' He finished seductively. She fought the delicious shiver that ran up her spine. He was good at doing that to her.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat she licked his own ear. 'But you miss my chest, don't you?' She asked smugly.

'Not for long.' He answered with resolve, slipping off her jacket and tearing through her shirt with ease, making Catherine sigh in satisfaction when he got rid of her chest bindings.

Ciel came half an hour later to a shaking building and some traumatising sounds. He blinked, a blush blooming on his cheeks before he turned heel and walked away quite quickly, opting to return tomorrow. Sebastian froze before following his master, his ears bleeding, knocking his head on every single building he could see between the carriage and the Undertaker's shop. Nevertheless, when Ciel came the next day, Sebastian was barely hiding his fury and Undertaker was in an obscenely good mood.