The morticians shop wasn't much honestly. But William knew that the man that hid inside had the answers to his dilemma. He had to, being as informed of the Underworld as he was. The dark haired reaper takes a deep breath before entering the old building.

What met him inside was hardly strange for his companions nature. The front room was dark with seemingly randomly placed candles scattered on every available surface, clearly a fire hazard. Mixed in with the candle and other various items were skulls of various sizes that made even William cringe. He supposed it suited someone of Adrian's... expertise.

"Adrian." Will calls into the darkness. "Would you care to reveal yourself. I know you're in there."

A low chuckles erupts from the darkness in reply. "Dear, dear William~ Please call me by my name." The mysterious voice chides.

Will rolls his eyes. "Your name is Adri-"

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ I go by the alias Undertaker now. Now why have you graced me with your opulent presence, Spears?" The voice drawls, an uncharacteristic edge to its voice.

William recognizes this as a warning that if he didn't interest his informant soon, he wouldn't get the answers he came for. And that was not an option. "I came for the same reason everyone else comes to this tiresome shop."

"To entertain me?" The shadows chuckle. "There seems to be a lot of that coming my way lately. Entertainment... Hmmm~"

"Information." Will snaps. But he composes himself before continuing. "I've brought you an alternate exchange for the information you will provide me." He says, reaching into his pocket and dropping a handful of biscuits on the nearest coffin. There's a pause before a pale hand snakes out from the shadows and snatches the nearest biscuit before retreating again.

"Hmm. So you think you can persuade me with treats like a common hound?" However, before The younger reaper could object, a dry snap echoes through the shop as the man behind the shadows takes the bait, just as planned. "Not bad." He hums absently. "Though it might not be enough to get all the information you want~"

"That will be determined shortly. However I loathe the feeling of talking to myself, do come into the light."

"As you wish."

The shadows shift suddenly as a figure emerges from seemingly nowhere. A long, ebony robe drapes languidly over the closest coffin as a pale face peers from the shadows. The trademark eyes of a death god blinking absently in the rooms only light. William knew that even without glasses, Adrian's eyes were as good, if not better than his own. Yet they looked so childlike, even now. And paired with that ridiculous hat and long silver hair, he hardly looked like the reaper from the beginning.

William fixes his glasses with an irritated huff. "Thank you. Now. I came to confide in you about a situation that I have come across. Do you believe in soul swapping?" He asks, slipping the folded paper from Jacobs book out of his pocket.

"A soul swap?" The bright eyed man repeats. Then he chuckles. "Are you still going on about that night William? You do realize there really was nothing you could do right?"

"If I had gotten there just a moment sooner he might- no. Well yes. I wouldn't say I'm going on about it, but I think I may have found concrete proof that he's still here, Adri-"

"Undertaker."

"Undertaker." He growls, his patience wearing thin even though his counterpart had done nothing to warrant that. "I was recently partaking in the recon of a soul. During my research I found an interesting piece of pape-"

"Do you remember the last time the both of you showed up in my shop? I was surprised to see you again after how flustered you were just before you left. Though I don't think Grell minded very much, do you?"

At this the younger reaper slams his hands down on the coffin separating them. "Enough Undertaker! Just answer the damn question!" The sudden outburst takes the older man by surprise, but even through his anger, Will couldn't help but be dragged into the past again...

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"Stop dragging your feet darling~ if you really want to find out if the children are alive he's the best person to talk to."

Will had never liked the feeling he got when he entered the morticians shop, but he knew Grell was right. If anyone knew whether the missing children were alive or not, it was Adrian. "I'm well aware of his status, Sutcliff. There's no need to remind me." He huffs before following the redhead inside.

"Aaaaand he's quite the looker too~ What with the long hair and dashing facial features. Makes a woman all hot and bothered!" The younger male purrs as he walks across the room. William guessed Grell was bluffing since he hadn't even seen Adrian's face for himself, but decided not to point it out. Instead he addresses the figure in black.

"Good evening Adrian, we've come to ask of your assistance."

The grey haired man was perched languidly on one of his many coffins, his fingers idly pulling on the hem of his cloak. He looks up as Williams voice echoes through the room, wide smile gracing his lips. "Ah~ If it isn't William T. Spears and his companion, Mr. Sutcliff. What a pleasant surprise."

Grell makes an irritated nose. "Miss if you will~" Just as will speaks up. "We're not companions."

This make Undertaker giggle slightly. "Hehe how you two jabber is quite amusing to me indeed~ what is it you wanted?"

"Information as usual." Will says. "Have you gotten any youths being fitted for death as of late?"

Undertaker ponders this a moment before grinning. "If I have or haven't will only be revealed if you entertain me~ you know how this wor-" but before he could finish, Grell bounces excitedly. "Oh Will! Tell him a joke!" He chirps, pulling on the dark haired mans arm. Will glares down at his excited partner. "You and I both know that jokes are not my expertise." He growls. "However, the fundamentals of laughing are quite extreme. They tend to relieve stress and prolong youthfulness apparently."

"Oh don't bore him now!" The saw wielder chides. "Do tell him something funny~ you must have at least a dash of humour don't you?" He purrs, placing a delicate hand on Will's shoulder. This action in itself issues a snort from the Undertaker. At this, Grell gets a marvellous idea. Ignoring his superiors glare, he begins walking his fingers over his arm. "Oh right I forgot~ you're working with the 'strong and silent' persona aren't you? You're doing it beautifully might I add."

Will growls slightly, glaring at the hand invading his personal space. "I don't see how that has anything to do with our current situa-"

But before he could finish, he's pulled into a rough embrace as Grell pulls him down and presses his lips against his. The kiss was quick and sloppy, far from Grells best performance, but it was better than nothing.

"Wha-!" William stutters, pushing Grell away quickly and trying to hide the light blush on his cheeks. But Grell had seen it. And so had Undertaker because he was currently rolling around on his coffin, high pitched giggles escaping his lips.

"He's laughing hon, you can ask him now~" Grell says boredly, examining his nails in an attempt to hide how much he really enjoyed their encounter. But Will was too confused to even begin asking Undertaker what he had planned, which was a first as far as he remembered...

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William is brought back into the present by the crinkle of paper as Undertaker snatches the piece of paper from his hands, which were still braced on the coffin. Composing himself, he stands up straight and fixes his jacket, slightly embarrassed by his outburst.

Undertaker takes a moment to look over the paper before an almost imperceptible smile flashes across his features. Then he clears his throat and begins reading.

"There's a strange feeling you get when someone stares into your soul. Like they're reading every bit of you in one glance, learning all your deepest, darkest secrets. This is what it feels like when he looks at me. Like he sees my secrets. But his eyes are so cold that I wouldn't be surprised if he could kill with that same glance."

Then he looks over the paper. "You miss him so much that you stole his diary?" He jokingly accuses.

Will just stares at the paper in shock. Then he says: "no... As I was trying to tell you before, the human whose soul I will be collecting shortly has been writing shockingly familiar passages to G- to him." He could hardly bring himself to say his name anymore. "Which wouldn't bother me except for the fact that reapers don't associate with mortals. So how would Jacob know such... Personal things about him?"

The older male nods understandingly. "It is strange isn't it? As for what I know, as far as I can remember it's a rare occurrence. But when a reaper unsuccessfully reaps a soul, the soul is set free on the spiritual plane until it can find a proper match to continue it's life on this plane. That's why it is direly important that a soul be reap to the utmost succession."

"Is it possible to reap a reapers soul?"

Undertaker chuckles. "Not exactly. You a see a reaper is a nearly immortal being. Very few things can kill us... Mmm besides demons. And when we DO die, our soul fragments are locked in a vault under the institute."

Will ponders this. "So Is it possible that his soul escaped the vault?"

The grey haired man shrugs. "Stranger things have happened in my lifetime. It's a possibility~" He chuckles. "Now why don't you run along and learn more about Grells new body~?" He says, motioning towards the door.

William frowns slightly but heads to the door anyways. "Thank you for your assistance. It was very helpful indeed." He says, opening the door.

"Oh and one last thing," The man from the shadows calls. "Don't forget about your past Mr. Spears. It's more important than you realize." That's the last thing Will hears before the door shuts behind him and he's swept up in the bustle of mid-day London.

"What a strange man." He mutters before heading on his way.