Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Warning: Some violence and suggestive adult themes. Also some William T. Spears torture, but that's just part of the story. I decided to continue to stay off of the main plot this chapter, wanting to add a better relationship with Sophie and a few of the other characters in the story. I'm trying to take the advice and not have a bunch of people liking Sophie, which makes her that much closer to being a Mary-Sue character, but I am going to say that I'm trying not to. A lot of people don't like her actually, but the people she has nice relationships with are usually characters with names. Just saying… if you think she's loved by all. Nope, she's not. Just an average newbie shinigami going to an average shinigami school X3
I hope you enjoy this chapter because I like the messages I put in this chapter. Now you know her relationships with the Undertaker and William. I'm so happy with this chapter actually. Some parts made me feel all warm and happy while I wrote them (not the bad scenes, but the good ones =3)
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Sophie let out an exhausted sigh, leaning against a tree at the top of the cemetery. She looked out over the hills, the sky a beautiful shade of purples and blues. The moon was high in the sky, its orange glow making its way on the landscape and illuminating it. She slid down the hill, tumbling down into a field of flowers at the bottom. She giggled to herself before letting out a sigh, relaxing amongst the flowers. She summoned her black cloak, wrapping it tightly around herself as she closed her eyes and went into a deep slumber.
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Julia pulled Margaret along, introducing her to everyone she knew at the party. Then she made her way to her father and Mr. Shezmu looking over at her with curiosity. "And who is this?" he asked, just as Julia came to a halt.
"This is Margaret Skyler, dad," she giggled, looking over to Margaret. "This is my father, Mr. Shezmu. He's currently training Sophie and Alex right now."
"Y-you are?" she asked, rubbing her arm. "I-I didn't know Sophia knew so many demons…"
"Is that all you shinigamis think about?" Mr. Shezmu sighed, Margaret flinching back at his firm comment. "Of course Sophie knows about demons, and so should you. Apparently all you kids are taught these days that demons are the enemies. What about some moral ethics, the difference between good and evil?"
Margaret let out a cough, a frown plastered on her face, "I-I'm sorry if I offended you –"
"No it's okay," he sighed, "I was just expecting more from my own race, that's all."
"Your own race?" Margaret asked, a chuckle coming out of his lips.
"I'm a Death God dear, but those people you call the council was trying to control my intentions," he grumbled to himself, "so eventually I quit taking chromatic records, but I still take souls."
"You do?" she wondered, "but how can you? Doesn't a chromatic record hold the memory and the soul of a person?"
"Not necessarily," he smirked. "You see, in the ancient realm there were five aspects to the soul, but only two are the main important ones for a Deaht God, a Ka and a Ba. A ka is a person's vital essence, as to put into today's terms is a spirit. It can tell the difference between a living and a dead person, as death would occur when the ka left the body. The ba is different. The ba is a person's personality, similar to a soul. It's the aspect of a person that was believed to live on after the body died. It was believed it was not part of a person, butthepersonthemselves. To put this into today's terms, a cinematic record is would be called your ka, but there is also a ba that stays in the body when someone's memories are taken away."
"Then why don't shinigamis take the ba too?" Margaret asked, a sigh coming from his lips.
"There is actually a specific class of Death Gods I am a part of. Nowadays you shinigamis are unable to take a ba because you don't possess the powers to do so. You must be trained specifically to do so, which you shinigamis just assume that we are demons in the way we have to judge a dying soul. I think your term for them, in your own kind, would be a legendary shinigami or something to that extent. They possess a yellow tint in their eyes when they take a person's ba, a bit different then the double-iris green eyes normal shinigamis have." He looked to Margaret, noticing she was trying to evaluate what he said, "That is to say, in my lifetime I have seen all sorts of beings with the yellow color, now ranging from shinigamis to demons and angels. Under the species of DeathGod do these beings operate because you must be a shinigami to take a ba and evaluate them. If you are a demon or an angel then you simply cannot do so, since this is not the job you were given to do on earth. An ordinary shinigami can also obtain the yellow color over lots of training and time, but that does take time and effort."
"So…" Margaret thought, thinking about the information she was given, "so what do you do with the ba once your obtain it?"
He chuckled, interest coming to his features, "Well… there's a place, if you want to call it a second world if you want, and where the souls of any being dwells once it has died for good. In the ancients and where I came from, they called this place Field of Reeds, like a Christian depiction of a heaven. You can only go there if you are a pure soul, but nothing less. As a Death God, your job is to guide the soul into the next life. If that soul isn't intended to go on, then it stays on earth once again either being reborn as a new soul or ending up in hell and eaten if it's a truly evil soul. We can see if the soul is good or evil just by looking at a human's eyes, that's the easiest, or looking at their aura. This privilege of departing is not just for humans, also for supernatural beings that end up dying. Nowadays shinigamis who have to do this job only go for very pure souls and very evil souls, which makes their job easier in the end. Any other soul is left on earth to be reborn or remain as an incorporeal." He chuckled to himself, letting a sigh escape his lips soon after, "I still do this job, but it would be easier to do if I was taking the ka too… but alas your council is every 'exclusive' and wants to keep to themselves. A few have decided to stay with them, but there's that bridge that makes it that much harder to operate."
Margaret blinked a few times, trying to process all the information. Then she coughed, "So, who are these Death Gods then that have this power?"
"Well…" he sighed, thinking it over, "I think you may know these few. The Dark Centurion, The Silver Dove, The Black Rose, and The Undertaker. There are many others, but like The Black Rose and The Dark Centurion many have already passed on. Sophia told me that she read those four names out of a history book, but I know of more Death Gods with the yellow color in their eyes that are still around. Usually they go by their title name instead of their real name, just to confuse people." He smirked, noticing the awe on her face. "It's okay if you don't understand all of this. It took a while for Sophia to understand it too."
"So," she began to ask again, "why are you training Sophia? Is there a specific reason to train Sophia and Alex?"
"I trained Sophia's father and Alex…" he thought, then letting out a low chuckle, "Well… let's just say she wouldn't let me train her unless Alex was going to be trained with her. So that's why."
"Okay…" she said, trying to come up with another question. Then she felt something creeping up behind her. Margaret quickly turned around and found long silver bangs less than an inch from her face. She shrieked and jumped away from him, slamming right into Julia in fright.
He giggled into his sleeve, Mr. Shezmu chuckling along with him. "I heard you talking about little old me, so I had to come and in~trude~~" he giggled, walking over to Mr. Shezmu. "The party was great, but I think it's time I head home," he said with a Cheshire cat smile on his face.
Mr. Shezmu nodded, "Don't you think it is a little early, Undertaker?"
"Oh no!" the Undertaker giggled "I only need to go home to shoo away any wandering humans trying to get a good scare in the cemetery, and they will~~ get what's coming to them," he giggled into his sleeve once again, his smile never weaning. Then he began walking away, waving his sleeve at him, "Goodbye Lord of Bl~ood~~. Have fun sl~~aughtering tonight~" he giggled, skipping away from them. Margaret felt her mouth dropping, a whole wave of confusion coming over her. Julia giggled at her expression, grabbing her hand and pulling her back into the crowd before she could protest.
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"Mommy, where is papa?" asked a young girl as she sat on her mother's lap in a field of colorful flowers.
"Somewhere," she said, picking flowers and making a crown out of them.
The girl grumbled, giving her mother a big old pout. "I know he's not! Please tell me mommy, where is papa?"
She let out a sigh, looking up to the sky as the wind passed them by. "He's working… Sophia you have to promise me that you won't think I'm crazy if I tell you the truth about your father."
"You crazy mommy? I could never think that," she giggled, curling up against her mother's chest and listening to hear heartbeat. "What does papa do that he can't be with us?"
"He is a Grim Reaper, Sophia," she said rather directly. Sophie settling down in thought, and waited for her to continue. Her mother let out a deep sigh, "I was going to wait till you were older, but I have no choice now. He's a Grim Reaper, a Death God… he takes souls once someone dies and brings them into heaven."
"Papa… a Grim Reaper?..." Sophie thought.
Her mother grasped her hands with hers, kissing them softly. "He is always busy and is never able to spend time with us. He told me that he would come back for me, to take me away with him and raise our children in a field full of beautiful flowers, but sadly that never became reality," she sighed, holding Sophie tighter in her protective arms. "I want what's best for you… but I don't know what that is. If I should hand you over to a grim reaper or keep your here… I do not know."
Sophie looked up, noticing the tears building up in her mother's crystal blue eyes. "Don't cry mommy," she said, her eyes starting to tear up just from seeing her mother cry. "I-I don't want to leave mommy, even if a hoard of princes knock down our door and ask for my hand in marriage. If it means leaving you forever, then I don't want to go," she said, hugging her mother around the waist as she tried to comfort her. "Don't cry mommy…. I don't want you to cry…"
Her mother looked down at her child as she hugged her tightly. She let out a sigh, a smile coming back to her face as she wiped her tears away from her face. "I just want you to have a good life Sophia. It's hard when the world is against you… I don't want you to vanish from this place as my other child had. I just want what's best for you, okay?"
Sophie nodded, still hugging her mother tightly. "I know mommy… I just want to stay here." Her mother chuckled, holding her tightly against her chest as her girl fell asleep against her, listening to the sound of her heartbeat thumping away.
Sophie woke up slowly, a warm feeling coming over her face. She stared up to the sky, feeling the cool breeze coming over her face. She noticed a figure out of the corner of her eye, a cloaked man with a black top hat staring down at her. She smiled softly, the man jumping down to the ground to join her in the flowers. "Hello Undertaker," she said softly, still dozy from the sleep she just had.
"I was wondering if you would wake up," he giggled into his sleeve, poking her in the side. She flinched, shifting back and away from him.
"Don't!" she gasped, holding up her hands in defense, "I'm ticklish!"
"Oh is that so~~~?" he said, rolling over and straddling her body as Sophie tried to move away from him in protest.
"No please!" she frowned, her eyes full of worry. She held her hands around her waist, trying to protect her stomach. He smiled devilishly, forcefully grabbing her hands away from her waist with one hand and tickling her sides with the other. Sophie began to cry, tears falling down her face as she was forced to laugh. "Stop!" she kept crying out, trying to pry his hands off of her.
He leaned into her face, temporary stopping the vicious tickling. "What if I don't want to?" He said in a whisper, causing Sophie to gasp from the warmth of his breath. "You have a most exquisite laugh~~" he giggled, continuing on with the torture.
Sophie kept laughing, beginning to cough from the soreness growing in her throat. Starting to ignore his fingers, she began to let out a rasp cough. The Undertaker frowned slightly, taking his hands off of her but keeping her in place on the ground. She turned her head to the side, coughing up a slight amount of blood that was starting to linger in her mouth. "Sorry," she said quickly, coughing a bit more till she felt better. Then she let out a tired sigh, turning back up to the sky and seeing the Undertaker's face getting uncomfortably close to hers. He brushed her cheek, wiping away a small bit of blood that lingered on her lips. He put the blood to his mouth, lapping up her blood with his finger. A devious smile grew on his lips as Sophie cringed, "Ewwww~~!" she frowned, "That's gross!"
He giggled into his sleeve, amused by her sudden reaction. "Why would a reaper think blood is gross?" he chuckled, hearing the growl escape her lips.
"It's not that," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you supposed to have dressed up as anyways?" she decided to ask, hoping to change the subject.
"A mortician," he giggled into his sleeve, causing her to roll her eyes.
"You are a mortician –"
"That's what you~ think," he giggled, "but this is just a costume as any other."
Sophie blinked a few times, before letting out an annoyed sigh. "Geeze," she grumbled to herself, going back to trying to free herself from his grasp. The Undertaker smirked, eventually grabbing hold of her hands once again and held her down, his black nails and unexpected grip keeping her in place. She glared at him, her one-iris blue/green eyes staring angrily at him. "Why won't you let me go!" she hissed at him.
He leaned into her ear, his hair brushing against her face as he leaned into her face. "Where have you been? I've been aw~fully lonely at the shop." Sophie's eyes widened for a second. The Undertaker caring about her, why? Isn't he a retired reaper or something like that? Why would he care?
She let out a sigh, "Sorry, just some things came up."
"Likewha~t?" he asked, letting go of her hands so she could cross her arms over her chest. He smiled deviously, waiting to get all the information from her.
"Well…" she thought, trying to come up with a place to start. "So you know how Grell and I were looking for the demon pack, right? Well I had actually found them and met the alpha demon. He's a nice wolf and the pack is nice, though I couldn't bring myself to eating raw meat," she shuddered. "Anyways, I explained to him what was going on and apparently no one had gone around investigating farther on the matter. Everyone just assumed that it was the pack to blame for the killings, but really it was a new wolf that had been killing humans." She let out a sigh, looking away from his gaze. "I don't know… killing demons for no reason isn't a good thing in the end, right?"
"I guess not," he said casually, his smile still on his face.
Sophie nodded at him, a smile surfacing on her face. "Well, then Grell invited me to go with him to take down the pack, saying it would be my first big kill~" she chuckled, "so I decided to sneak off to warn them while the others sat and waited, and the pack already knew about the matter. So I helped one of them find the demon wolf that was responsible, which had run off with one of the young cubs." She let a sigh escape her lips, remembering the dreaded memory. "He… we encountered him holding Fillin hostage. I couldn't stand that he was threatening him, but I stood my ground and watched the matter unfold. They were brothers and I could barely believe that. Having to tolerate your brother, then Adolf was still tolerating his brother while he held a fellow demon hostage. When he was about to kill Fillin and I couldn't stand it any longer. Something seemed to take me over and I pushed him away, saving Fillin and throwing him off to the side. Everything seemed to be a blur as I took the demon down and killed him, against Adolf's earlier protests. Then he cursed at me, leaving us there. I took the demon's soul and Fillin and headed back to the fighting. I stopped a shinigami from killing Fillin's father, the alpha male, but was scowled for stopping him. After that… well," she shrugged, "they brought me in for questioning and whatnot. Then…" she looked to the ground, completely ignoring his gaze. She stayed silent, a sad look on her face.
"Then what?" he asked, leaning in closer to her face.
She shook her head, "I'd rather not talk about it," she answered him in a meek voice, his smile fading away slightly. Sophie looked up at him, her expression going from her depressed state to an angry grunt. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around her body, shifting to her side only because he hadn't let her go.
The Undertaker frowned, noticing the sadness in her eyes as she just stared at the flowers and grass around her, a hurt look of a battered puppy on her face. "You know," he said to get her attention, "if you tell me what happened, I'll get off of you."
"How about you get off of me first, then I'll talk?" she said gruffly, a smirk visible for a split second before it quickly left.
He chuckled, rolling off of her body and playfully rolling around on the ground, causing flower petals to fly everywhere. She giggled, a smirk coming to his face as he rolled over and looked her directly in the face. "Now my dear~~ what happened next?"
She gave him a smile, before wrapping herself tightly in her cloak. "I guess I have no choice," she sighed. "The council brought me in and thought that I was a traitor for my actions. So they locked me up in a jail cell… for god knows how long. I… I started to have night terrors. You know how I told you that I'm unsure if my dreams are my memories or not, well the dreams I had were surely real. I felt trapped, sick and tortured. Sure no one there laid a finger on me, but I felt as if someone was. I would cry out in the middle of the night, refusing to let my body fall asleep after a while. Eventually they moved me into a room that was even smaller with white padding expecting my terrors to stop, but it only made it worse. Even though I refused to sleep, the dreams kept coming as I stayed awake in the cell. I started seeing people die, their blood splattered all over the walls of the cell and covering my face. I wasn't dreaming of that before, but just the white… My mind played tricks with me and one moment I was being tortured and the next I was seeing someone I probably cared about dying. I…" She wrapped the cloak tighter around her as she went on. Her eyes began to grow scared, starting to wander away from the Undertaker's gaze as she went on. "I… I don't know what happened. In the middle of the night I took my mother's ring and began to cut my arms, then my back, and eventually I started cutting my chest. I don't know what went over me, but at the moment it felt as if someone else was doing it to me," she gasped as she shivered slightly. "Then… I don't know what happened. I stabbed my chest and cut myself open with my ring? That's what the doctors told me I had done, but all I remember is crying for someone to stop, blacking out, and waking up with Grell Sutcliff looking at me with a worried look on his face as he gripped my hand tightly. That cell was just torture for me," she said, looking up at him with a scared look on her face. She wanted him to say something, but all he did was staring at her from under his bangs. His smile seemed to linger, but only slightly. Perhaps she said too much, but it was the truth and she was just as honest as she was when she had to explain her actions. She let out another sigh, the silence getting to her, "Because of all of that they made me stay at Grell's place while I waited to be sent to the council. I never really found out why they had taken so long, but they just had me under house arrest until it was my time to talk. Eventually I stood in front of the council, explaining my actions and what had transpired with the demon wolf pack. After evaluating they let me go and go back to the academy, but they had shinigamis watching me everywhere I went. I don't know if it was because they suspected me to be a traitor or because of what happened in the cells, I don't know." She let out another sigh escape her lips, looking away from him and closing her eyes slightly, "I had wasted my summer with this, unable to go out and see my friends, or you. They had me working on overtime and staying at Grell's place, making it so I was unable to properly train… then Mr. Shezmu would show up in the middle of the night to train me. That was good, because he let me talk to him and try to figure out why I went crazy, but it was still hard to not enjoy things like I used to. Eventually the whole mess was forgotten and shinigamis stopped following me around. Actually I have tomorrow off too, so I was going to hang out at your shop," she giggled. "You won't mind, will you?"
He chuckled, "Of course not," he said, brushing some stray hair from her face.
She closed her eyes, feeling his long black nails lingering on her face. Why she seemed so open to this crazy mortician confused her because she would never let anyone else touch her face so casually. "Sorry for being a bother," she sighed, "I doubt you wanted to hear all that… though it was nice to get it off my chest."
"Perhaps it was a little too soon for you to have told me?" he said as he brushed her cheek with his thumb.
"No," she shook her head, "It's just…" Her eyes shot open as she felt arms wrap around her shoulders. She looked in confusion, feeling the Undertaker's warm breath on her back. "Wha –"
"Shush," he told her, rubbing her back, "Don't worry about it, okay?" He let go of her slight, his famous Cheshire cat smile shining on his face, "Now you'll be helping around the shop, right~~?"
She cracked a smile, "Yes I am. Why, did you miss~ me?"
"Of course~ not," he chuckled, "It's not like the only visitors I have are as stiff~ as lead." Sophie giggled, a sincere smile shining behind his Cheshire grin. "Now if you're going to help me, then you'll have to go to bed."
"Bed?" she gasped, pushing away from his grip and crossing her arms, "You're not my father," she pouted. He laughed, standing up and pulling her body up with him. "Hey what are you doing!" she yelled as he picked her up, kicking at him.
He giggled at her, causing her to sweat drop, "Just taking you to bed, like a good father would."
He slung her over her shoulder, walking up the hill and down the road with a skip in his step. Sophie kicked and yelled at him, of course not enough to hurt him, but just to make it difficult for him. "Help!" she yelled into the dead of night, "A crazy~ mortician with demon~ic eyes~ is taking me away to his evil lair~~!" she hollered, a giggle escaping her lips once she finished.
"Oh~~?" he said, turning his head and putting his lips close to her ear, "how would you know that I have demon~ic eyes~~?"
"Oh sheesh!" she grumbled, a smile coming back on her face. "Of course you do! Just the fact that you have me slung over your shoulder like I'm a piece of dead meat and your devious smile just completes the ensemble."
"And what if I do this~?" She yelped, being thrown over his shoulder and falling into his arms.
"Undertaker!" she giggled, settling down in his arms, "Geeze…"
"Awww, you're finally at a lo~ss~~ of words?" he giggled, causing Sophie to grumble.
"I'm just tired," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. He chuckled, opening the door to the morgue and walking inside, leaving his muddy boots at the door.
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Sophie giggled to herself, finishing up her stitches on a dead woman's forehead. She decided to make the scar stand out because there's no way to hide a long cut even with the woman's long hair. She snickered, happy with her completed work. She put some makeup on the woman's face and brushed out her hair, before setting her down back in the casket and crossing her hands. Sophie stood up, wiping off her hands on a rag as she stood up and closed the casket. She let out a sigh, walking from the front of the morgue towards the kitchen where the Undertaker was making a batch of cookies. Her eyes lit up, her hand slowly going for a tray of cookies that were cooling on the stove, only to have her hand flung away by Undertaker's shoulder. She whimpered in protest as the Undertaker snickered into his sleeve. "What's with that face, my dear?"
"I'm done!" she giggled, "and I could smell the yummy cookies from the other room… May I plea~~se have one?" Sophie whimpered as she made a sad-puppy look with her eyes.
He chuckled, a cookie appearing from under his sleeve. Her eyes beamed as she grabbed for it, but Undertaker swiped it away from her before she could take it. "Nuh-uh," he said, a tisk sound came from his lips, "you need to help me with a few graves first~~"
Sophie whimpered her bottom lip, before letting out a huff. "Oh fine," she crossed her arms and growled, "but I need to go back to the shinigami realm then. I don't want to get my ONLY clothes dirty," she said, pointing to the outfit she was wearing. She was still wearing her Halloween costume, not seeing a need to go back to her dorm for her clothes till now.
"Then don't be long~" he giggled, Sophie letting out a huff as she left the room.
He followed her creepily behind her, watching as she walked out the back door and outside to the cemetery. Sophie let out a sigh, brushing her hand through her hair. Then she summoned her black horse, quickly jumping on it with the dream of sweets on her mind. "I won't take long~~" she giggled, grabbing the horse's reins. "Cieo!" she shouted, the horse running off towards the shinigami realm, leaving an inquiring Undertaker behind.
Once Sophie got to the shinigami realm she went straight to her dorm, jumping off the horse just as it stopped at the steps. "Be back in a second!" she waved at the horse as it neighed back, flinging the doors open and running as quickly as she could up the stairs.
Sliding across the newly cleaned hallway, she stopped at her room and grabbed her key out of her bag, opening it roughly to find a startled Margaret asleep in bed. "S-sophia?" she asked, looking at the clock. "Its 9am in the morning, what the heck?" she groaned, sitting up as she watched Sophie slammed the door close and rushed into the room.
Her eyes went wide, only seeing a blur of black clothes fly up in the air as Sophie jumped into some baggy pants and a tan collared shirt. "Sorry Margaret. I'm just in a hurry," she said, her bag falling on her bed as she took out a belt to keep her pants around her waist. "Geeze that corset hurt all night," Sophie grumbled, tucking her clothes and everything she had on her at the party neatly away in her footlocker. Sophie looked over to see Margaret looking at her, a tired and confused look in her face. She chuckled, grabbing a few more clothes from her locker. "So how was the party? Have any plans for tonight?"
"Yeah actually," she sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Julia told me to have you meet them at her house tonight."
"Oh I see…" Sophie said, folding up an extra pair of her suit and her pajamas. "But you're going, right?"
"I-I think so…" she sighed, rubbing the back of her head, "why?"
"Then tell them I won't be coming tonight," she said, packing her clothes away in her bag.
Margaret blinked for a few seconds, before it registered in her head, "What?"
"I'm just going to be somewhere tonight," Sophie shrugged, "I'll go out tomorrow night, but tonight I have plans."
"Oh…" Margaret said, before she laid her head back down on her pillow to go back to sleep. "Fine… see you tomorrow then," she yawned.
Sophie tied black boots on her feet and put her green ring back on its silver chain, putting it around her neck and under her shirt. She was about to rush out the door, a frown coming to her face when she paused. "I'm sorry Margaret. I should have been going with you guys tonight, but –"
"Hey it doesn't matter," she said with a sigh, "I'll be fine. Now get going. You're obviously late or something." Sophie smirked, going to the door and locking it. Margaret sat up again, noticing she hadn't left the room. Sophie walked over to their window, opening the window and parting the blinds. Margaret's eyes went wide, watching as Sophie looked as if she was going to jump. "Sophia!" she gasped, grabbing for her hand and pulling her back into the room.
"What the heck!" she grumbled, getting back up.
"What are you doing, trying to kill yourself?" Margaret gasped, being silenced as a black nail touched her lips.
"No," she said simply, standing back up and walking to the window. "I'm just going to have a little fun, that's all," Sophie giggled, leaving Margaret stunned on the floor. Then she leaped out the window, Margaret rushing to the window in fright. "Woo~~hOOooo~~~!" Sophie yelled, her horse starting to run. Sophie's black cloak flowed in the wind as she fell and twirled through the air. Then she landed on the back of the horse, the black horse jolting forward in a run. "See you later!" she waved to the window on the 16th floor of the building. Margaret giving her a meek wave back before she closed the window and went back to sleep.
Sophie looked at her watch, seeing that the time was still about 9am. She jumped off of the horse just as she got to the open door, the horse disappearing as she jolted through the door. Her speed was still in a hustle from the excitement as she ran into the kitchen, passing by the Undertaker as she did, and swiped up one of the cookies from the tray with a smirk on her face. Just as she was about to eat it, the Undertaker swiped it from her fingertips and bit into it, causing Sophie to growl at him in anger. "Record time~" he giggled, noticing how fast it took her to come back, "but still slow," he shrugged, half of the bone-shaped cookie sticking out of his mouth as he chewed on it.
Sophie jumped up on her tippy-toes, biting down on the cookie that he hadn't eaten and shocking him. She stepped back and chewed on it, a smile on her face. "I can't do work on an empty stomach!" she said with a giggle. "Depriving me of cookies, seriously how mean is that?"
The Undertaker smirked, grabbing a cookie from the tray and munching on that. "Are you ready?"
"Almost," she said, grabbing for another cookie and greedily eating it up. "Where do you want me to set my bag down?"
"In the living room in fine," he said, walking out of the cramped kitchen. "I'll be waiting for you in the main room, my dear~" he giggled into his sleeve, walking out of the kitchen with a skip in his step.
Sophie walked into the living room, setting down her bag on the couch. She looked around the room for a second, noticing how familiar the place seemed to be. The books, the desk, even the couch; only something seemed like it was missing, something very important that she could have sworn was always in there but wasn't there anymore. She only went into this room one other time, to help clean up the room and help return some of the cinematic records to the library, but even then something seemed missing. Sophie let out a sigh, meeting up with the Undertaker in the main room. She kept a pleasant smile on her face as she grabbed a shovel from his sleeve and grabbing an end of the coffin, bringing it out the door and towards the cemetery.
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Sophie let out an exhausted sigh, knocking the mud off of her boots and black trench coat as she walked into the morgue. She immediately knocked her boots off of her feet, slipping into some warm slippers that were at the door. She walked to the front of the store, setting her coat on the coat rack. She let out a sigh, noticing that the rooms were as dark as they've always been. Looking out the window she saw the rain coming down, the rain switching from rain to slush and back to rain periodically. She looked back at the coat that she had been touching, a sigh escaping her lips as she stared at it as thunder rolled through the sky. She brushed the dirt that was on the coat, flinching when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her small frame as lightening struck the sky. "Whatever are you doing, my dear~?" he asked, letting her let go of the coat.
"Oh nothing," she said quietly, ignoring his advances to her and walking out of the room.
She walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch and setting her bag on the ground. She rested her arm on the armrest, her head resting on her hand as she sat there in thought. Why did everything seem so familiar to her? It was as if it was from a dream or a far off memory. Perhaps that was why she kept coming back, but regardless she liked coming to the morgue. For one the Undertaker, even though he was retired, was a bundle of fun even if he's a bit weird and silly. Sophie could see why he tried to get her to laugh, since she seemed to be the only one that would do so. Also because she could tell that he was trying to be humorous, trying to get anyone that came by the shop to laugh with him when they wouldn't. There's also the factor that she loved his cooking. How she loved the tasty cookies he would randomly bake! They seemed nostalgic, but once again Sophie couldn't pinpoint why. Then there was just the fact that he seemed lonely. Yes, from first glance you would just see an overenthusiastic old man, but really she could see that he was hiding something. The scars are understandable, since he obviously lived long anyhow. She knew if she looked into his eyes she would get the answer, but she knew he wasn't going to let her do that anytime soon. If only she could read his cinematic record, but she figured it was tucked away safely somewhere in the library where she wouldn't be able to get her hands on it, yet. She did know why she kept coming back, because he was kind to her and didn't mind if she broke rules by not wearing her glasses or run around crazy and out of her mind. She liked to have fun, but it always depended on who she met. Sure she can tolerate people, but it was hard to be herself around people she didn't consider close. Perhaps that's why she kept coming back, because he seemed close to her.
She looked up, watching as the Undertaker walked into the room wearing his coat, which she could tell was a different one from what he was wearing before. He obviously had multiple pairs; one for inside and one for outside so one could be cleaned as the other was worn. He went for his lamp and flipped it on, giving her a devious smile as he walked by. Sophie gave him a smile back as he walked over to his bookshelf and grabbed a book, sitting done next to her on the couch. She looked at him curiously as he opened up the book to begin to read it. "What are you reading?"
"Oh just a cinematic record," he said as he turned the cover to face Sophie so she could see the name, "William Spears' record."
She blinked in confusion, curiously sparked on her face. "Oh really?" she said, a smirk coming to his face as she leaned closer to she could see the pages. "You mean, William the Ty~rant Spears?"
The Undertaker started giggling, setting the book down on his lap so he could look at her deviously, "Where did you hear such an interes~~ting name?"
"Alex and I made it up," she smiled deviously. "You know William's apprentice?"
"I see…" he said, settling down back into the couch. Sophie let out a sigh, her back resting on the couch in boredom. "Do you plan on staying tonight?" he asked, as he began reading the record.
"I guess so," she sighed, hearing the thunder outside, "I mean… I was going to if you didn't mind."
"Not at all dear," he said, flipping the first page in the book, "stay here as long as you want. I don't mind~~" he finished, a smile coming to her face.
She let out a sigh, looking back at the bookshelf, "Is it okay if I pick out a book?" she asked, the Undertaker putting the book slightly down and giving her a nod. She smiled, sitting up and walking over to the bookshelf. She looked amongst the stack of books, a name calling at her to grab the book. "Why is there a second William Spears book?"
He chuckled, "That one in your hand is his book while he was human. The one I'm reading is his current cinematic record, which is going on currently as his life as a shinigami. I know you're probably wondering how I have my hands on it, well I sneaked it out," he giggled into his sleeve.
Sophie picked up the book with interest, sitting back down next to the Undertaker as she opened up the book. "Well cool," she giggled, shifting down into the couch so she could see the words in the book better. The Undertaker smirked slyly, going back to reading the book in his own hand. Sophie blinked a few times, before reading into the first page of the book.
'William Tanner Spears
Born, May 21, 1701 in the small village of Saint Bertwald in Cumbria, England
Parents, son of Tanner Bertwald Spears and Addison Poppy Penelope Spears
Other comments, Mother died giving birth to the child, Third and youngest son of the local butcher and leather maker
'William grew up with his two other siblings and father in a small shop close to the outskirts of the town. William always felt out of place, not minding the killing of cattle but the worthlessness he seemed to be to his family. Because his family was poor they all pitched in to raise little William. As he grew up he didn't like to venture outside, thinking the other kids in town were tiresome. His elder brother always teased him, calling him a shrimp and smarty-pants and insisting on messing up his hair when he went into the back of the shop. His eldest brother, whom he called Tanner, would be out back with his father as they slaughtered meat to sell at the front of the shop. His sister usually was at the front, selling to passing strangers looking for fresh meat for the week. Even so, he spent his time making leather, especially belts, and customizing them with his own special tastes. His sister and he shared the same talent of artwork, switching off back and forth on who made the belts for the day. This went on for years, William going about the same routine every day in making belts and interacting with customers when necessary. His sister, whom he called Addie, was better at interacting with the customers as he got older. He didn't mind the customers, but rather liked being somewhere else and working on leather belts all day.
When he was thirteen he decided to head towards London to learn all he could about the world. He had saved up enough money from working around town, doing extra chores no one wanted to do, to leave around the age of eighteen. He wanted to go to learn about business so he could haggle more efficiently and send their leather belts all over the world. With a sweet goodbye, he parted ways with his family and told them he would write them every day he could. Once he got there he was amazed, at the complexity of the town and the excitement the place had open for him. He immediately went into a local monastery to begin his schooling. He wasn't bothered with the fact that he would have to become a priest to get the training he wanted, since he didn't see the point in having kids and raising a family. William didn't care much for religion, speeding through his classes and getting all the knowledge he could from them. All he was there for was to help his family so he kept his distance from people and talked to each one of them professionally, both teachers and peers.'
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The Undertaker looked over, noticing that Sophie had fallen asleep on the couch. He set his book down, having read about half of it, and decided it was about time to go to sleep. He picked up the book she had laying on her chest, noticing she had finished the book. He only glanced at it, having already read the cinematic record he knew what was written inside.
'William was walking from the Patrick's pub he was working at, making his way back to his apartment building. Night had fallen on London, the time being around midnight. He shivered to himself, wrapping his coat tighter around his body. If he had known it would have been cold that night he would have rented a room at the pub as he usually did when it got late, but he decided it would have been best for him to just walk home. The nights around this time of year were usually t pleasant, but only this night was colder than normal. He sighed to himself, wondering if leaving the monastery was the best idea. He was all alone now, having to raise the money to get back home to his family. He hadn't seen them in three years, making him rather homesick. He remembered the box of cookies he had been given the past years on his birthday, a few still leftover in their tin box. He sighed, deciding once he would get home he would finish off the cookies that night.
He looked up to the sky, seeing his breath leave his mouth and blowing out into the wind. William noticed something vanish from the top of the building, but he gave it no heed as he walked on. He looked at his watch, '24:00,' he frowned, 'the witching hour,' he sighed to himself. From his intense studies and his own free time of reading, he knew these ghosts and goblins. Tanner used to tell him ghost stories and he had eventually ignored his taunts and wouldn't sleep with fears, but he couldn't help but be cautious during that one particular hour. He knew it was all baloney, but even so the thought of being stolen in the middle of the night by a beast did keep him on edge. Just then he came across two familiar faces, their clothing that of trainee priests.
"If it isn't our little pal, William T. Spears," the taller of the two chuckled, walking over to him.
William glared at them, taking steps back as they came towards him. He growled under his breath, remembering the constant bullying that one particular person had been doing to him as he was staying at the monastery. It was why he left a few months ago, hoping to rid himself of the man. Then he bumped into something, looking up to see a big, broad man staring down at him. His face was stoic, not a tint of fear in his flaming red eyes. William gasped, seeing what he had walked into. The man grabbed hold of his arms, holding them up behind his head, "What the hell?" he yelled at them, a growl escaping his lips.
"Now you think you could escape me, huh?" the bully chuckled, walking over to William with a devious smirk on his face. "Otis, put him on the ground."
"Yes Father," the man answered, swiftly pushing William into the ground.
He cried out in surprise, the man pressing down his arm on his back. William tried not to show that he was absolutely terrified, but it seemed to be showing since he held a devious smile on his face. "Mister smart man, the top student in your class. You think you can just leave without a goodbye, oh Will~iam –"
"Shut up," he growled at him, his eyes narrowing at him.
"Otis," he said roughly, the man digging deeper into William's back. He bit down hard on his lip, the pressure on his back seeming inhuman. The man pulled up his head, a tisk sound leaving his lips, "Dear William, what smart plan will you come up with this~ time?"
He gave Otis a nod, the man looking up at him before taking out some rope. He tied up William, tying his hands and feet together and then his neck. He gagged his mouth with a cloth, keeping William on the ground as he did so. The man next to him shivered, "W-what are you doing?"
"If you don't like what you see then go," the bully said roughly, glaring at the other man. He whimpered as he began to back away, but then he was grabbed by his collar. "On second thought, if you tell a soul of what I've been doing, you'll end up like poor William here, got that?" He nodded, being thrown roughly to the ground. Then he took off into the night, the bully letting out an evil laugh. "What a wimp!" Then he glared at William, noticing that he was still glaring back at him. Then he gave a nod at Otis, the man picking up William's body and bringing him along. William kicked as hard as he could, the man not seeming to mind the constant pounding on his chest and at the back of his head.
William looked up, noticing he was brought into an alley and was roughly thrown to the ground by Otis. His captor chuckled, taking off the cloth from his mouth. William growled at him, "What are you doing? –"
He was suddenly cut off, a swift blow to his head by his captor silencing him. "Don't talk unless I tell you to, you dog," he glared at him, seeing the anger still in William's eyes, "or else I'll have Otis ki~ll~~ you." That's when William's eyes went wide, a smirk coming to his captor's face.
Die? Now! No, he couldn't have that, not yet. He was going to go to his apartment, was going to eat his sister's cookies. He was going to go back home in another month, finally able to help in his family's business. He was going to help his family with the finances, help them sell off their excess supply of cow hides. He was going to go back to leather making, perhaps warming up more as he talked to the costumers. Maybe even find a wife and settling down, yes he planned out the rest of his life. He never thought of death, not yet. William gave him a nod, still glaring at him with anger in his eyes. His captor deviously smirked, a chuckle escaping his vicious lips. "Now then," he said, standing up. "Would you want to know how I get Otis to follow me and obey me so obediently?" he asked, not caring about William's answer. He undid his collar, showing off a marking on his neck. William blinked in confusion as a chuckle came from his captor. "This is a mark a demon puts on a human when they make a contract," he chuckled, "Isn't that amazing?"
William's eyes went wide, before they narrowed. "No it's not, it's vile and inhuman. How could you, taking vows to not serve the devil and all his minions."
"No dear William," he chuckled, "he serves me, not the other way around. It's very useful, don't you think?" He kept glaring at him, his captor growling at him and grabbing him by his shirt. "You pathetic little puke. What do you think you are a god? Don't make me laugh!" He roughly pulled his back to the ground, William curling up as pain rushed to his head. His captor straddled him, not caring about William struggling underneath him.
"Otis," he said roughly, "I order you to hold William still."
"Yes Father," he said with a bow, grabbing the ropes that tied William's head and hands and pulling them above his body, William struggling as his arms was twisted rather uncomfortably by the demon.
"Now…" he mused, leaning into William's face, "let's see the real~~ William T. Spears in all his glory," he smirked, slamming his mouth against his. He widened his eyes, instinctively biting down on his lips and making his captor jump back. He wiped the blood from his face, a growl escaping his mouth. "You bastard," he growled, punching him in the face. William groaned, until another blow came to his face. He was beaten up for a while, and after another ten blows his captor smashed his lips against William's. He bit down on William's lip, causing him to flinch backwards into the wall. "You're going to have to take this, even if you hate it or not," he hissed at him. Then he went down his neck, slowly unbuttoning William's shirt.
"What –"
"Shush," he said, stroking his face as he breathed into his neck, "Just let it happen." William gasped, feeling him grabbing in a rather sensitive area. He tired pulling back, his captor's mouth biting down hard on his nibble. He gasped, not liking the feeling he was suddenly getting. A great pain was coming from his arms as he was pulled up the wall, as if they were being pulled out of his body. He yelled, startling his captor as his arms were ripped roughly from his body. William continued to yell in pain, his body falling limp in front of his captor. He growled, "What the hell Otis?" he hissed.
"Your contract was to be able to touch William T. Spears, and that is what you've done. It is now time for you to keep your end of the bargain –"
"No!" he yelled, jumping up and letting William's body fall to the ground. William groaned, watching the events unfold in front of his eyes. "You blasted demon! That's not what I meant –" he gasped, the speed of the demon almost knocking him out as he was thrown into the wall.
He let a groan escape his lips, glaring angrily at Otis. "Then you should be more specific when you make a contract with your soul," he licked his lips, licking his neck. Then he bit into his neck, William's bully screaming out in pain as blood was drawn from his neck. Then Otis ripped at his chest, eating some of his flesh and drinking up his blood. He made slurping sounds, making William cringe slightly. He tried to get up, unable to grab anything or untie himself. He was trapped, a shiver going down his spine. The bully was nothing then what this demon would do to him! He watched as Otis finished his meal, eating at his heart before walking over to William. He jumped back, closing his eyes tightly. Then he felt a hand go from his cheek to the rope on his neck, causing him to open his eyes widely. Otis cut the rope with a long, sharp nail, cutting his legs too. "How pathetic," he growled, "to make me do his dirty work. What a waste," he sighed. "So much potential," he finished disappearing into the night.
William gasped, blood coming out of his mouth when he did. He stared at his bully's body, ripped apart and laying lifeless on the ground. Just then something else caught his eye; there was a dark man hunched over the body. "Damn demons," the man grumbled, soon standing up tall and writing in a book. William blinked in confusion and watched, unable to do anything else. "This body doesn't have a record! At least my other target has their records," he sighed, walking over to William. He watched as he gargled up more blood, his eyes going wide as he tried to move away from him. He looked at him, staring into his eyes. "I see…" he said rather quietly, "why they made me come to you…"
"W-what?" William said, spitting up blood as he asked his question.
"You are coming with me human," the man said, "but trust me, you won't remember our conversation even if I explained to you what you are becoming." Then he walked over to William's arms, picking them up and putting them on his body. "I'll have to find someone to sew you up, but you'll be back to your normal self in no time," the man smiled. William gasped, suddenly seeing his double-iris green eyes. As he was distracted, the man brought out a sickle and stabbed William, his eyes quickly flickering before he passed out.
'Cause of Death, arms ripped apart from body, Blood loss
Death, June 5, 1721 in London, England
Remarks, died with eyes changing into double-iris green eyes'
The Undertaker chuckled, closing the book and setting it down. Then he moved Sophie slightly, who groaned with irritation. "Undertaker?" she asked, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. "Oh sorry…" she sighed, looking at the books he was putting away. "Undertaker…" she frowned, causing him to look over with curiosity.
"Yes my dear?" he asked, sitting down next to her as she continued to frown.
"How come… William didn't say anything?" she frowned, "How come… someone would do that?"
Undertaker let out a sigh, feeling rather drowsy himself. "I don't know my dear," he sighed, "everyone is able to sin in this world of ours. It's only unfortunate how Mr. William died, but dying as young as he did and having the knowledge he did made him a good candidate to becoming a shinigami. It is just how life works."
Sophie nodded, starting to shiver from the cold. "I guess…" she sighed, still not convinced.
He smirked, standing up and turning out the lamp. "You seem to have a rough day. How about we go to sleep?"
Sophie got up, grabbing her bag and bringing it with her. "Sure," she shrugged, stumbling slightly as she walked through the house in the dark. She made it to the bed, falling face first on the bed as he turned on the lights in that room. The bed seemed to be collecting dust, but she wasn't bothered since she felt like passing out already. Then she looked up at him as he leered over her, "What?"
"Nothing~~" he said quietly, leaning into her body and pressing her down into the mattress.
Sophie groaned, pushing at him. "Don't," she said roughly, not liking his intentions. "I've never come here to have sex with you –"
"If that's what you thought I was implying then I'm gravely sorry," he said, rolling off of her and sitting up.
Sophie frowned, sitting up too. "Sorry," she said, "just… after reading William's cinematic record, I couldn't help but –"
He hushed her, pressing a finger against her lips. "It's alright, I understand. I'll just leave then," he said, about to leave the bed.
"Wait!" she called to him, grabbing his sleeve and making his stop. He turned around, a smile on her face, "Don't go, okay? Please stay… please..."
Sophie looked at him with worry, watching as he smirked back at her and walked out towards the door. "I'll give you some privacy as you change. Call if you need me~~" he giggled, closing the door behind him and leaving Sophie in the barely lit room. She let out a sigh, jumping off of the bed and changing out of her work clothes and into her pajamas. She sighed, looking at her pajamas in the mirror as she put her clothes away. They were silk, homemade by Grell. He said he made them because he was already making pajamas and decided to make her a pair, which she figured the other pair was for him. Sophie smiled, liking the dark blue and black color of the fabric he used. Then she let out a sigh, sitting down on the bed and beginning to comb out her hair. "Are you ready~?" she heard through the door.
"Sure!" she called back, still brushing her auburn hair with her black comb as he came through the door.
The Undertaker walked into the room, noticing what she had changed into. "You're not trying to impress me, are you~?" he giggled.
"No," she said simply as she rolled her eyes. "These are just my only pajamas. Either that or I just sleep in the clothes I wear throughout the day. Why?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, jumping into the bed. Sophie flew up in the air, having to grip hold of the sheets in order for her to not be thrown off the bed. Undertaker chuckled, watching her as she set her comb back in her bag and settled in the bed.
Then she slipped under the sheets, cuddling herself against the sheets and the pillow at her head. He turned and blew out a candle, their last source of light in the room. She felt long boney hands wrap around her body, being pulled slightly into the Undertaker's chest. She let a content sigh escape her, loving the feeling of being safe and protected in his arms, rather than having to protect other people all the time. It was a nice change of pace, bringing a smile to her face. "Now who's trying to impress who?" Sophie smirked, hearing a chuckle escape Undertaker's mouth.
"Go to sleep," he sighed, pulling himself closer to her body, her head leaning against his chest and his head resting above hers. She giggled at his reaction, closing her own eyes and deciding to fall asleep and wait till tomorrow to make anymore smart remarks to the Undertaker.
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Sophie had a skip in her step as she walked down the white hallways, having had a quiescent day to get her all energized for her classes. Grell couldn't help but giggle, noticing how bouncy Sophie was. "I'm guessing you had a fun~~ time yesterday?"
"Of course!" she jumped up excitedly. "I haven't had one in a~ges~~. So where are we going? I was going to go and meet up with Alex and –"
"Oh I see," he giggled, causing her to roll her eyes and cross her arms.
"See what?" she grumbled.
"No~thing~~" he giggled to himself, causing Sophie to frown. "Oh young love," he sighed, causing her to roll her eyes at him.
"Oh god," she sighed, looking up to see Alex and William walking down the hall.
"I didn't know I was a god," Alex smirked, flicking her nose with his finger. She glared at him, rubbing her now itchy nose. "Sorry Sophie, we'll have to get going later. Mr. Tyrant over there won't let me leave till I've finished some more work," he sighed annoyed.
"Whatever," Sophie shrugged, watching as Grell was cuddling up with William awkwardly. Sophie slightly frowned, remembering what she had read that night. "Hey Alex," she began to say, her mentor not even noticing. "Do you need help? Or perhaps William has something for me to do? I'd like to do something while I wait, if you're going to take long," she shrugged, "besides, I have Margaret working with Miss Farah and I don't want to confuse her… yet. So anything?"
"Well…" Alex thought, "I won't be long… probably just the rest of the day –"
"I have some work for you, Miss Ioreta," William said gruffly, pushing Grell off of him. "If you don't mind."
"Sure," Sophie shrugged, pulling her messenger bag higher on her shoulder, "what is it?"
"Only standard forms and procedures," he sighed, "are you good at math?"
Sophie shrugged, "Somewhat. I don't know if I learned when I was a human, but I can get by with basic multiplication and division. Why?"
"Nothing," he said, completely ignoring Grell.
Grell looked around, having ignored the conversation, "What is going on?" he whined in William's ear.
"You don't seem to be giving your apprentice enough work, Mr. Sutcliff," William said, adjusting his glasses on his head.
Sophie smirked, watching the show that was evolving in front of her. "What!" Grell growled, "I give her plenty~~! We only finished early, that's all Wi~lliam~~" he giggled, messing up his tie.
William twitched, giving Alex and Sophie a reason to snicker quietly. "I highly doubt that," he said, turning around. "Are you coming Miss Ioreta?"
"Yeah sure," she said, giving Alex and Grell a quick wave before following him down the hallway. "But for the record," she began to say, causing William to look over at her, "we did finish early. About an hour ago," she smirked at him, his eyebrow twitching yet again.
Then he moved his glasses up on his face, a snicker coming from Sophie as he did so. "I see… perhaps he needs more work."
Sophie rolled her eyes, "I would prefer not," she said, "because if you do that, then he'll make me do his work again. He does that when they give him a heavy workload." William looking down at her before quickly looking up and setting his sights down the hall, walking towards his office.
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Sophie let a sigh escape her lips, as she sat on the other side of William's desk as they filled out forms. She took the chair that had been in the corner to the desk, so she would have something hard to write on. She was used to doing this is Grell's cubical, though she was curious as to why William had his own desk. "So I was wondering," she began to say, writing her signature on a form and setting it to the side, "how come you have an office and Grell has a cubical?"
"Just the specific jobs we do," he answered, talking in his average William-monotone voice. "Grell works in dispatch and I work in finances. I need a desk because I'm here all day, though those in dispatch are usually coming and going on their own time," he sighed, setting another piece of paper on an ever growing stack.
"Why not work in dispatch with Grell?" she asked, setting another paper on her own stack. "It's rather fun, and spending my whole day here for eternity~ would get tedious. Are you aloud to move around?"
"Yes we are," he said, deciding to answer her question instead of listening to her rant. "We can move around if our studies were close together. I work on financing for the London dispatch, filling them out and turning everything in at the end of the day. It's a rather easy process to do, though the expenses tend to build up quickly." He sighed, glancing up at her as Sophie was busy writing something down. "Why? Do you want to go into finances?"
"No," she shrugged, "just wondering. I would think anyone could do their own financing though."
"You would have to take a course on mathematics if you hadn't learned as a human. Since I did when I was a human, I didn't have to take a course to know how to do the finances. It was just the easiest job for me to go into," he shrugged. "As you become older you learn different tricks of the trade, but for right now my job is to work on the budget and finances for the average shinigamis in the dispatch and nothing more. I plan on working in dispatch soon, but not yet." He finished, returning to writing down on a form.
"Mr. Sutcliff must really raise the expenses," Sophie chuckled to herself, causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"Yes," he said in a stern voice, causing Sophie to giggle slightly. William heard rustling and looked up, seeing Sophie set a massive stack of finished forms to the side. "Done?"
"Yep," she nodded, "anything else?"
"Only the forms I'm working on," he shrugged, passing half of the stack to her. She nodded, jumping right into work and reading the forms. "When did you learn mathematics?"
"As I've said as a human," he said, beginning to fill out the forms again.
"For what?" she asked, reading over a form before signing it.
He let out a sigh, "I was going to help my family, mostly with the expenses of our shop."
Sophie nodded, "So what did you do?"
"Leather work… and local butcher," he shrugged. Sophie looked up at her work with curiously, finally getting him to say something rather personal. "My father and eldest brother would butcher the meat for our village. My sister taught me to skin the animals and make things like belts and coats. My family could have gotten by without me, but I wanted to show them I could do more then make leather. So I left for a town to study business, but my plans ended before I could get home," he finished, going back to diligently working on his forms.
Sophie looked back at the form in her hand, signing it. "So you made belts? Did you put designs on them and such?"
"Of course," he said, as if it was basic knowledge. "Braided, cincture, and Sam Browne belts is what we specialized in. I usually worked on the artwork for the belts while my sister ran the show." William blinked for a second, looking up to Sophie who was busy writing something down. "What's with the questions?"
"I'm just curious about your past Mr. Spears," she shrugged, "can a person be curious? Besides, I'm still looking for my own. I was just seeing if shinigamis regain all of their memories or only parts." He moved his glasses up on his nose, stopping when a stack of paper landed on top of his finished stack. "Well I think it's about time I get going. See you later?" she asked, grabbing her bag and putting it over her shoulder.
"Yes, I will see you later," he said, looking back at his papers.
"And by the way," she said, holding the door before she left, "you should keep making art. It can be a great stress releaser if you're stressed," she smirked, closing the door behind her. William blinked stunned, before letting out a sigh and continuing on with his work.
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A/N: So I just want to explain a few things first. First off, I'm sorry for torturing William! That wasn't fun to do, but it had to be done. In the fanfics I've read of his past life, he's usually working in business or something of the sorts. I wanted to twist it up, making it so he wasn't the only/oldest child and actually have a lot of hardship in his life. In the OVA, he seemed to be rather stern still, so his sternness was either something he grew up with or it grew as he aged. I have it a bit of both, William liking to be alone, but becoming stern when it came to trusting people. Yes I have him as smart, being intellectual even in school and being the top of his class. I have it like that so it gives him a reason to not get the best grades at the academy and get by on a B average. So he's not picked at and ridiculed for being smart, really. Also a reason he hates demons, though I think he just tolerates Alex, since he's half demon and all.
Then with Undertaker: Their relationship is a nice one, I think. They joke around a lot, him teasing her and Sophie teasing him back. There are times when it gets rather intimate, but she makes sure he backs off if she feels too uncomfortable. Knowing he's an elite reaper, she figures she can trust him to not hurt her, though she's still somewhat cautious with him. She's still on the border of liking him and hating him, but that's because he hasn't shown his true personality to her. Yes, in this story she knows how to fix up bodies and such. Her reason of staying around is to try to find out her memories, feeling that the morgue is keeping a lot of her memorable memories. She doesn't mind helping him though, finding it a great relaxer and worth her free time then reaping bodies or hanging out and drinking. Anyways, I hope this explain their characters better. If you don't like it, then comment. If you like it, then do comment! I won't mind any comments on this story X3 I think I'll begin to actually go into depth of the plot now, moving on from where she's at... I'll see you!
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Ka – ancient Egyptian mythology – vital essence, difference between living and a dead person, death occurs when ka left the body; concept of spirit in other religions
Field of Reeds – ancient Egyptian mythology – parallel likeness of real world; lush, plentiful version of Egypt; deceased person shown encountering group of gods as well as his/her own parents
cieo – Latin – set in motion; start
Tanner – Old English – leather maker
Addison – Old English – child of Adam
Poppy –English – popular flower
Penelope – Old English – weaver
Farah – Iranian – joy, happiness, cheerfulness