hey readers! the end of the school year hell known as regents is over and you can all expect weekly (or very close to weekly) updates again. i know that its been forever and im really sorry. thanks for all your patience (or maybe not, i dont know) please enjoy this chapter- PenNinja

Undertaker, as usual, had woken up before Faline did. The charm had worked its magic last night and she had stayed human. It hadn't been particularly hard to get, he just needed to call in a favor from an "old friend". he had spared her life when she was a child back in his days as a succesful shinigami, and she had grown into a very interesting witch, and a powerful one at that. The entire story was rather long,but interesting. The shinigami dispatch simply didnt understand the benefit of altering plans, if life and death were meant to be fated then the world would simply not be as interesting as it is! He looked at her as she slept (NOT in a creepy way), she was still wearing his old clothes. Yes, he would have to take her out today to find some clothes. He had money, but was not particularly fond of using it. As he had explained to the Earl before, he had no use for the queens currency, as he was not a fan of the monarchy, but it seemed that he would have to make an exception. He thought about waking her up, but decided against it. she would be working the night shift with him from now on and she would need all the sleep during the day that she could get.

* flash forward

Faline walked close to undertaker, holding his arm through the market, trying not to get lost in the crowd that was slowly turning to look at her. The streets smelled horrible, like garbage and sewer, and a thick smog had settled over the figured she had to be in the middle of this worlds industrial revolution. she had woken up only about 2 hours ago when undertaker told her that no proper lady walked around in hand-me-down mens clothes and whisked her away to buy had never really considered dresses before, but was willing to try them. There were many small shops off to the sides of the street, like one would expect to find in a city, and she saw herself in the glass of the windows they passed the different kinds of shops. The pair looked very odd walking through the street. she was NOT fond of the "necklace" she had to wear, but after a brief explaination of its purpose this morning, she feared taking it off. She was told that it had worked last night,but apparently with side effects. shortly after undertaker explained its purpose, she walked into the "bathroom" for another nice cold bath and noticed her reflexion in the ice-cold water. Much like some days when there were leftover symptoms of her condition, her eyes remained green and slitted in their cat form, and this time, they didn't go hadn't gotten the chance to tell him that, but she figured by the way he practically dragged her out the door, it didnt bother him. so here she was, in too large mans clothes with green slitted eyes wandering the shops during rush hour with a mortician. oh, the lovely little surprises life can have in store.

undertaker pulled her aside to a quiet little shop near an intersection. after briefly looking around to make sure that the shop was empty of other customers, and pullling Faline in front of him to look at him asked:

"right then, whats your favorite color?"

"oh, um," she paused for a minuet, wondering just what it had never really given much thought to color, as she had always just worn jeans and a tee. "purple i think"

undertaker pondered the answer for a moment, as of to decide wether or not it was adequate, and then rushed over to the many mannequins. At first Faline wasnt sure what he was doing, but then he reappeared with several dresses in multiple shades of purple. he pulled her out of the shop after having the dresses bagged/boxed, and, while trying to keep up with him, Faline wondered how he knew her size. Then another thought occurred to her, she would need underclothes too. the only ones she had were the bra and panties she came with. apparently undertaker thought so to, because as they crossed the street to go into another store, he put a hand on her back said;

"i think this bit is up to you"

he handed her the money and nudged her towards the awkwardly opened the door to the shop. it appeared to be a sort of tailor shop for women. There were mannequins all over the store, and it smelled like a mix of baby powder and dust, not unpleasant, but odd. The shop itself was rather small inside and most of the mannequins were bare of any clothing, but on a select few she saw what she could only assume was underwear and a few had dresses. She knew what the corsettes were, but it took her a while to recognize the frilly knee-high pants as underwear. She frankly didnt know how to try any of the foreign clothing on and was actually becoming embarrassed. Bouncing houses her whole life, she had never really had any female to female "help" with "girl problems" of any kind. Just as she beginning to get embarrassed enough to get angry and leave, a woman approached her;

"excuse me love, you look like you could use a bit a'help?"

Faline quietly studied the woman for a few moments before wasnt very tall,and she was just a little chunky, brown hair, blue eyes. nothing terribly threatening, but Faline had only come into speaking contact with three other people, and she was still careful about who to trust.

"i believe i do," she replied, deciding that it was safe, "ive never quite done this before" she said while gesturing to the awkwardly dressed mannequins.

"alright then love, you're just a little wisp of a thing but i think i might have somethin' for you!"

*flash forward

in about 15 minuets she immediately regretted following this woman. somehow she had ended up topless and half bent over while the clerk pulled that horrible corssette tighter across her waist. She had already been put in the frilly puffy pants and felt utterly ridiculous. Faline wasnt truly hard to shop for, she wasnt very big but not too small, and had about an average large B bra size,in all she was basically a medium, but that women insisted on trying every size possible on her. how did women wear these things all the time?!

after suffering through numerous fittings Faline finally got out of the store with two bags of clothes,and after thanking the woman, rejoined the undertaker outside. He didn't say anything, just offered her the arm he wasnt using to carry her dresses and began his painfully fast walking pace.

*flash forward

Shortly after arriving back at "home", Faline got changed into "proper attire". At this point, she was FAR too familiar with how to put on the underclothes, and she did eventually get into her dress. The dress itself was very pretty, a deep purple color with a black lace neckline and sleeves, but she wasnt sure that it was very pretty on HER. She walked out of the "bathroom" were she had changed, and leaned on a coffin. what had she gotten herself into? she had been her for three days and hadnt even began looking for a way home. true, she had found a temporary fix to her transformation, but she was stuck here.

Undertaker walked in to see his new employee/charge deep in thought leaning on one of his "guests". The dress suited her better than his old clothes, the color complemented her black hair.

Faline snapped out of her train of thought and finally noticed the Undertaker. She straightened up and waited for him to talk. He then muttered something about going out and told her to take messages for him for anyone who came in, and promptly left, leaving no noise behind except for the ring of the bell above the door. The undertaker creeping out could only mean that night was approaching, and Faline was looking forward to her first night in three years of (consciously) being a human.

*flash forward

Faline didn't know when she fell asleep, but she awoke to the bell above the door, and her head shot up off of the table she had been resting on. she thoroughly expected to see the undertaker, but was surprised by the sight a a tall, sharp, and serious-faced man with striking green eyes and square black glasses.

"can i help you?" she said, in an attempt to fulfill her new role as the helpful morticians assistant, and despite mentally gagging, managed a smile.

"perhaps," he said, looking her over, "you are, in fact, Faline?"

Her eyes narrowed. this was NOT good.

"im going to need you to accompany me, immediately."

Faline looked at him for a moment,and pretending to agree, walked toward him. When she saw his shoulders relax under the notion of her coming quietly, she made a dash for the door,but only made it to the street before feeling herself being caught around the waist.

"apologies" was the last thing she heard before the blackness crept into her vision.

wow! im so glad to be back, and i hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. im a little rusty, and obviously this took way longer than intended, so for that i apologize. read and review! oh, and i don't own Kuroshitsuji, because i havent said that in four chapters. what will happen next? -PenNinja