Madam red: ooh~! My first authors note! Ok, here's the new chapter *silent applause* ... great enthusiasm, guys.
This chapter has to do with sebby's "dabbling" and undertaker's adoption of his title/name. İts also an origin of Grell's statement "so that's what they call you now" and yes, he is creepy even as an apprentice to will. Today our guest announcer is Claude, and he has something important to say.

Claude: ah, good morning, readers *devilish grin* you have not rid yourself of me yet though this is before my time. But! I am not up to anything today. I am to simply state that madam red does not own kuroshitsuji or its characters (except an upcoming OC, hint hint) and~~~

Madam red: hAhAhAHA stop foreshadowing the chapter after this! Hurry before he says anything else!

~nine months later~
"you never told me about how you started the black plague, kitty. I am very interested in that information" the silver haired shinigami smiled.
The demon sighed, fed up with his life now even more than he had been before this supposed 'benefactor' had undertaken the job to kill him then not gone through with it. He didn't even look like shinigami now that he had traded in his long coat for a lengthy black robe of sorts and a big black hat with a few yards of fabric tied around the mid section. He'd even pulled his hair back with a tie and let his bangs shade his eyes in lieu of the disregarded glasses. The idiot smiled his face breaking grin showing off his perfect teeth and continued on with his ramblings, there were a lot of those these past months with him. It made him envy humans further for their gift of slumber, because it's their break from the world around them. And he got no break from the shinigami that referred to himself as his 'owner'. "Come on~, you can tell me! I really want to know!" he leaned back on his pile of wood (he had taken to finding flawless strong planks of wood these days and stacking them up in a corner. They usually just ended up as furniture for him since he would simply stare at them even when the demon suggested doing something with them) and kicked out his legs over the edge like a small child.
Once again, his life seemed to be one endless downward spiral... And this idiot was at the center of it.
He snarled a little, rubbing his temples irately. "Why should I tell you? It doesn't matter." he argued for the hundredth time. This guy found something new to bug him with everyday. He didn't know what was worse, the sexual assaults or the ceaseless cheerful banter. Didn't he understand that he had to find a way to earn his freedom from earth? Hah, a 'first class laugh', how was he supposed to do that? The guy laughed, or chuckled, at just about anything he did. The demon wasn't one to cause mirthful laughter since he was mirthless himself.
A slightly overgrown black nail was wagged in his direction as the smile widened. "It's a point of interest, kitty, and I make it my business to know these things! Why, id be a terrible shinigami if I couldn't at least do this!"
It was getting to the point where he just really wanted the guy to shut up so much that he did something just to end the monotonous inquiries. "There is death in Asia, correct?" the shinigami nodded his head ecstatically. "Then I will do it again if you promise to stay silent the rest of the day. Agreed?" he tried to Compromise rubbing his forehead to get rid of his headache but rubbing didn't help much since his troubles were human form.
Clapping his hands together under the sheaths of black fabric the shinigami stood up excitedly. "Yes, yes!" he exclaimed all but hopping up and down. The slim demon merely nodded to himself and before much time had passed, he was standing with a black rat the size of a small cat in his hand. It squeaked indignantly squinting its beady red eyes but hushed quickly when the demon's own flashed a brighter shade of blood. The long haired death god smiled hugely and made to run over and pet it when the demon moved it away and forestalled him with a restraining hand. "Don't touch it, just sit down and listen before I decide not to tell you" he threatened.
"I already know what you would do if I did lay a hand on the poor thing." his sagacious remark hit the truth but the raven continued.
"This rat will kill more than half of London. It will take but a few months and then you must never ask again." he went on pushing the obvious keenness the other man possessed out of his mind. Opening the door out on Pudding Street he laid a kiss on the small sordid head and let it run away down the crowded streets. He quickly glanced around at a dozen humans huddling about on the street trying to find a good place to spend their odious nights. It was disgusting looking at their dirty lives in this dirty rancid city. He turned around as he shut the door to find the older and slightly taller man hovering right behind him.
"What?" the demon said a little ruffled at him being so close again. He was an intensely creepy man that was very touchy feely on more than just a few occasions. İt was natural to set yourself on the defense alone with him when you had no where to run.
The shinigami smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist to bring their hips together tightly. "Well, ill have to wait a while to see the results, İts not going to show up immediately. I'll get bored standing around so we should do something to pass the time." the elder's wandering hand was shoved roughly away from the demon's chest. The raven should have learned by now that a more conservative outfit would be beneficial (he only wore a loose black button up and a pair of dusty black slacks) seeing as this was common occurrence living here on Pudding Street, but he refused to do any of that human dress up stuff. Why couldn't they dress simple like the Romans had? Or the Egyptians? No, These Londoners had to strut about the town like smelly peacocks during mating season. The pale face leaned in close to his ear so that his vision of it was blocked by a curtain of silver. "Ever wondered what it felt like to be alive?"
The question caught him completely off guard. What was that supposed to imply? That he was dead now? Or- his meaning was revealed when he pushed the demon up against the wall and locked lips with him. His open hand that wasn't pinned between them was held in a vise like grip above his head. He couldn't lie, the guy knew how to kiss, but it wasn't something he could handle. He wanted to die, not get in some homoerotic relationship with shinigami. That's why he attempted to struggle futilely under the iron grasp. Hips started grinding harshly against his and he couldn't help but moan just a little into the deep kiss as the other man added his tongue into the mix. He didn't snap at it this time but he did try to stay as emotionless as possible under the intense ministrations.
A cold hand slipped between them and slashed through the clasps baring his chest to the shinigami. His mouth moved down to assault the demon's pert nipples causing a little gasp to slip past his parted lips as the hand moved on down-ghosting over his growing bulge- and started rubbing the inside of his thigh. His control frayed as the pleasuring hand slowly worked higher again to the main point of his frustration. İt was hard to concentrate on anything because the silver haired man's palm was grinding into his arousal.
"Do you like this, little demon kitty? Your moans certainly tell me so. You really sound so delicious it makes me want to eat you~" the shinigami whispered huskily into his ear. "Should I continue?" he fingered the button of his pants teasingly before hooking it inside
the demon moaned as the dexterous hand slowly undid the button taking his revealed length in hand. The shinigami remarked on its size before giving it a nice swift expert tug, the demon threw back his head and moaned wantonly. Another tug and the raven was shaking, his hair in disarray and a light sheen of sweat over his pale skin glinting in the dim light. The sensations were driving him to the point of claiming the shinigami's lips in passionate confusion letting his sharp teeth sink into the soft immortal flesh.
The older man gasped a little but returned the kiss eagerly whilst speeding up his ministrations. The frustration was bad for both of them, the demon mused bucking up into the hand. He could feel the reaper's heavy breath all the way down his throat. İt was so bad that he didn't even know what he was doing. A little gasp was heard behind them, a kind of girly sound.
"Ahem," a familiar voice came from inside the little house "sir, İ-uh... There was some... Uh..."
The hatted man turned around-still manhandling the demon- and smiled. "Oh, William, great to see you. You have terrible timing, you know" the man chuckled. "And who's this wide eyed rose?"
A flaming red haired teen stuck his head out around will to get a full view of the disheveled demon who quickly swatted the shinigami's hand away to rebutton his pants. The kid was gangly and very sharp featured with what looked like badly applied fake lashes fringing his bright red eyes. İf he wasn't mistaken, he also seemed to have a light colour of lipstick on too. He was even wearing a tight shirt that showed the faint outline of-a bodice? What kind of kid was this? He bordered on the Greek homosexual milieu. He was that feminine. "this is Grell, he's my new student..." a scowl pulled at will's features as he pushed the amazed kid back behind him to block from view the scene they had walked in on.
The eldest of the gathered smiled widely. "He seems to be making you very uncomfortable or perhaps its us... Which do you think, kitty?" he ran a finger down his pale bare chest and will blushed as the demon growled indignantly. How dare he touch him in front of people!
"I would think its both. İts not everyday you see a demon getting raped, and that kid looks like a girl" he growled low in his throat.
A flash of red connected with his chest knocking the air out of him temporarily. "I'll have your babies then, kitty-Chan!" the falsetto voice rang out in a happy squeak. He looked down to see Grell with his long thin legs wrapped around his waist and his face buried in his exposed well muscled chest. İt was horrible because he was pressing into his still extremely aroused member and squeezing it by tensing up his thighs. The middle shinigami made a disgusted sound while the other merely laughed at Grell's spontaneous attack.
"Get. The. Hell. OFF ME!" the demon roared throwing the younger red thing from his person and swiftly delivered a terse kick to his ribs that had him coughing.
Unaffectedly William unceremoniously kicked him as well so that he rolled back behind him. The silver man smiled again and beckoned for him to continue with the reason for his visit. "Oh yes, we have reason to believe that a great plague is rooting in London right now. A number of life spans have drastically shortened to within the next two years in this district and may be travelling further. The council was wondering whether you two had any clue as to the cause behind this sudden change." he queried adjusting his glasses so that they glinted sharply in the dull light.
"Oh my, I guess I was wrong, kitty." he mused quietly as his earlier claim was proved false. What had it been, ten minutes? They sure moved fast after the black plague was over. İt must have served as great training for the younger generation of shinigami. Ah, the good old days, he thought. "Interesting," he said a bit louder waving his covered arms about before him "in any case, I do not believe the council would have a place to question this supposed outbreak you are suggesting. Humans have filthy disease riddled streets, William. You know this." he moved forward to place his hands on the younger short haired man's shoulders and smiled impossibly large. "But I do not appreciate my retirement being disturbed by mere theories, though it is delightful to see you and your student here. But, quite frankly, you show up far too much already. Only bother me for legitimate reasons next time, hm?"
William blinked at the sugar coated acerbic words and flushed around the neck a little in embarrassment. His idol was turning him away so easily for a pet demon that wasn't even a cat like he was called. "İ-im sorry, sir. They sent me because they assumed I wouldn't be a burden to you. İ apologize for this inconvenience, sir." he stepped back onto Grell's twitching hand, whom was already crying so hard he didn't notice, and bowed deeply to his former master before roughly grabbing Grell and taking his leave.
İt was silent a moment before the silver haired man spoke again, staring off in the direction will had disappeared to. "They're getting pretty fast. İ apologize for wrongly using you as entertainment when it wasn't necessary. İ'll make sure to utilize you correctly next time." if he hadn't been totally frustratingly aroused he would've hit the idiot for referring to him as a toy. But right now it was just far too annoying to ignore. The demon let out a grunt as he sunk to the ground and the shinigami smirked. "Are we in need of service?" he asked amused.
He growled ferally deep in his throat. "So asks the man who caused this problem." the lower exposed part of his face smirked at the demon's displeasure. "You're such a... T-tease!"
The thin man stuttered on his words when the older man knelt down beside him and undid his pants again. This round he wasted no time, running his finger over the tip before giving it a chaste kiss. A gasp bubbled up from the demon's lips when his length was suddenly deep throated by the shinigami so tight and hot he couldn't think anymore. As the elder bobbed his head while running his tongue up his shaft he slowly threaded his fingers through the man's hair that was nestled in between his legs. His hold tightened and he flung the black whirlwind of cloth across the room. "Be gone from me!" the demon hissed indignantly.
The silver haired man shrugged his shoulders in an act of mock innocence. "Were you not just complaining that I was a tease? İ thought you wanted me to stop dancing around and fix things" he laughed softly with a large amused grin.
"Just GO!" the demon roared pulling up crouched on the balls of his feet as if poised to attack.
The shinigami chuckled and turned to the shadows. "Fine, fine but ill be back in a little bit, kitty" with a final laugh he was gone from the room.
He sighed and sunk back down to the ground. This was he wanted to die so much. People always took advantage of him, Humans and shinigami alike. İt wasn't like he was hopeless and weak either, he just somehow bended to their will without thinking. He planted his palm on his creased forehead. İts been too long since I last ate, he thought.
"I'll just go have a bite." the demon whispered to himself in the small empty house. Yes, that would help. Within moments of the decision he found himself stalking the streets on the other side of town. All he had to do was find someone that looked right and he would be set. One that looked tasty.
His search was fruitless. All there was to be found were a few old women on walks and many young men busy hauling their lives about in erratic beelines, but these men all looked hollow anyways. Eventually the demon gave up and called a group of men over by waving his arms above his head and shouting as if there was something in dire need of attention. Three young lads dropped whatever they were doing and followed him onto a back street without a second thought when he motioned for them to follow. Soon they were in a covered alley that dead ended and looking around with bewildered faces, the man they were following had disappeared! Soft footsteps behind them alerted the men to their search's presence as he closed in on them: blocking their only escape route. "Dear brothers" he started seriously, the small smirk playing on his lips belying the tone. "I need something, im glad you could come and volunteer yourselves to help me. You will be of great service, I assure you. But im inclined to apologize for the inconvenience I am about to cause you." the humans stood stagnant, frozen in terror of that hungry smile.
A bystander would have seen, as indeed the long silver haired one did, a great gust of black feathers blown up around the scene with what resembled a dark grinning figure at the heart of the storm. A single terse shout rang out before it became silent once more with the sounds of city life in London going on undisturbed. The black smiling figure stood amidst the few settling feathers and wiped its white mouth with the back of its shadowed hand. İt turned to look at the rooftop where it had seen something, like a glimpse of a glimmer of silver and black. The demon looked back down at the empty shells laid out at his feet and huffed; he had to leave before they woke up in their soulless bodies and made a ruckus. He didn't want to have to deal with that today on top of everything else that annoying death reaper put him through. Trying to rape him... The demon's form shivered a moment between a snarl and his human face before finally settling on the angular well sculpted pale countenance. That idiot.
He absconded from the scene and made his way back to Pudding Street by use of the back alley routes, for some reason preferring to walk as humans do. No one glanced at him twice, taking his worn clothes thrown about on his frame as a sign of just another plebian soul scraping out a hard life in this unforgiving world. Which was true in a sense, he supposed. He was just getting along however he could. A small pettily clad child coughed running across the dirty street in front of him and a small smirk played on his lips, He really could do a lot. He guessed this was going to be as good-if not funnier than- the black plague of old. Good times.
He opened the door to the wooden little white house and blinked twice. The shinigami had candles lit around the one room dwelling and was doing something with his hoard of wooden planks. "What are you doing, do you think?" he asked closing the door behind him stepping into the light the candles cast off.
Smiling, the shinigami looked up, putting aside his rough board, and gestured to the 'masterpiece' before him. "My new human profession, kitty" he said simply.
The demon stepped closer and observed that it was a large rectangular box. İts edges were smooth and it looked as if an angel had made it perfect in its plain simplicity. İt, in fact, looked like the coffin people bury their dead in. "are you saying..?"
He smiled again, twirled a little to make his head fan out a little in an attempt to appear more dramatic and nodded. "Im decorating and engraving it tomorrow and by week's end I will have three such coffins fashioned for the pleasure of our guests so that I may start up my business to catch this new drift before it comes. So from now on I want you to refer to me as The Undertaker" his voice was as pleased as his tone. "Or my master, undertaker. Whichever you prefer" he winked "I should make a new term for what im doing! Perhaps mandering, those Chinese are very smart... no! Indie! Those people are always ahead of everything and they are masters of luxury trade as I am~! That's a great-"

A\N:

Madam red: well, that was a funny chapter to write hAhAhAHA there are just a few things to put here.

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Poor William... We pity you :( buuut! ;) It's great almost smex scene! Yeah, that DİD just happen.
Chapter three will be started soon, like, next Monday or so. This weekend is my happy time.
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