Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hello guys! Sorry I haven't updated for a week! Actually I am almost done with the chapters I wanted to finish before Christmas, but I didn't have time to go through everything yet. So I'll give you guys chapter 25 to hold you over XD There will be three more chapters before this arc is over. No the story is still going! Just something will happen and there will be a time skip. Plus after chapter 28 I want to work on some other projects I have been neglecting because of school at etcetera. So… I hope you enjoy this chapter! =D
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Sophie took out her watch and looked at the time. "Oh geeze," she grumbled under her breath as she dashed down the stairs, 'I'm completely late to see Grell again! Agh I told him today and it will be today.No ifs, ands, or buts!' As she dashed to the office buildings she paused slightly, her bag flying in front of her and almost caused her to trip on herself. "What the –"
She coughed slightly and collected herself, letting out an angry breath as she stared at the person in front of her. "Oh Miss Ioreta," he smiled as he tilted his head to the side in a creepy manner, "I thought we were going to go over the lessons you told me you needed to practice, right?" he finished with loud emphasis on the last word, a big grin still on his face.
She stared at him, narrowing her eyes as she envisioned him bursting up into flames. "I don't have time," she said as she began to run past him.
"Oh but Sophia~" he giggled as he grabbed her arms and swung her back towards him. She yelped in protest as she was pulled tightly into his chest, "You said today –"
"I didn't mean now Undertaker!" she growled as she tried to force his arms away. "I'm going to be late!"
"Don't be like that," he sang as he rocked her back and forth. She kept yelling and swinging her arms around, trying in a desperate attempt to get away. "You classes end now right? Well what's more important, your final exams or talking to your dearmentor," he smirked noticing she stopped moving, "hmmm~?"
"But. I… UGH!" Sophie grumbled as she stomped her foot. "Look I was going to tell Grell about some stuff okay. Just… can I go?"
She looked around and noticed that a lot of shinigamis were looking over at them, either were confused with the outburst or were shocked to see a legendary shinigami hugging a mere student. The Undertaker slowly let her go, not wanting to let her go in the first place. "But I came all the way here," he tilted his head and whimpered like a puppy that had been refused a treat.
"Then come with me," Sophie said in a huff as she rearranged her suit back to normal, "and we can do it later today." He stood there for a few moments, watching as Sophie began to dash off again. The Undertaker smirked to himself and walked after her, a devious smile back on his face. He had to admit, Sophie could be fast when she was in a rush.
Sophie dashed as fast as she could up the stairs, noticing Alex as she ran past him. "Hey wait up!" he called to her, flinching back slightly when the Undertaker slowly walked past him. He couldn't help but stare at awe, not used to seeing the Undertaker a different wardrobe other than his mortician outfit. He was wearing a long black trench coat that was buttoned all the way up. His silver bangs still hid his eyes and he wasn't wearing any glasses, but his demeanor alone would send chills down one's spine. Collecting himself, Alex looked up at Sophie before she began to continue dashing up the stairs. "Sophie I said wait!" he yelled again, causing her to stop on the stairs above him.
"What?" she yelled down as the Undertaker slowly caught up with her, "I'm late!"
"I just… well keep going. I don't want to keep you," he chuckled nervously, dashing into the level his mentor's office was on. Sophie shook her head and grumbled to herself, continuing her run up the stairs.
Once she got to the E level she was out of breath, having to stop for a few seconds to pant on the stairs. In the time she was pausing, the Undertaker had already made it up the stairs and was waiting for her. "You shouldn't exert yourself so much," he smiled to her as he turned around and walked over to her, "You'll get exhausted before you even get started."
She narrowed her eyes at him, coughing into her arm as she straightened herself up. "Yeah well…" she sighed as she let go of the railing and walked onto the floor, "I'll keep that in mind." She looked around at the offices, hastily walking past the cubicles to the room she was looking for. All the while they got bewildered and astonished stares, the Undertaker not giving any of them notice. Once she got to the door she put a hand on the wall next to it, letting out slight pants as she tried to recollect herself. "Sorry," she said to the Undertaker once he caught up with her, a slight frown on his face when he noticed how tired she was. "W-what is it?"
"Don't tell me your tired~" he frowned, Sophie letting in a gulp as she felt cornered by him.
"N-no…" she looked up to him, noticing how demining the Undertaker could actually be. "I am not," she huffed as she turned around to knock on the door.
Then she felt gloves wrap around her, feeling a low breath on her ear. "Gooood…" he whispered into her ear as he held her close, though the slight frown he held on his face was different then his understanding action.
Sophie let in a gulp and the Undertaker chuckled, letting go of her body as she knocked on the door. "Grell?" she called into the room, noticing that no one was there.
"What's the Undertaker doing here?" Grell said with a 'humph', walking past them and setting a collection of papers on the table.
"I really don't know," Sophie grumbled to herself, walking into the room and walking over to Grell. "Hey Grell –"
"Hmmmm?" he asked to the sound of him name, watching as the Undertaker walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"C-can I talk to you about it now, I-if you're not too busy?" she asked him, Grell turning around with sudden interest.
The annoyed look on his face suddenly became joyful as he gave her a nod. "Of course Sophie," Grell smiled, letting her sit down on a chair. He swung his chair from behind his desk and sat across from her, a curious smile on his face as he looked at her with glee.
"Do you want me to stay?" the Undertaker asked, about to leave the room.
"I don't care," Sophie shrugged as she set her bag down next to the chair she was sitting in. "Do what you like. You already know about everything so… yeah."
The Undertaker nodded, opening the door and leaving the two of them alone in the office. "So why is he here?" he asked again in a rough tone, a giggle escaping Sophie's lips as she noticed his crabby attitude.
"Well it's… I'll get to all of that!" she laughed slightly, a sigh escaping her lips as she calmed down and sat back in her chair. That's when Sophie told him everything: about her lost memories and how everything pieced together in her mind. If it had been someone like William that was her mentor she wouldn't even bother explaining, but since she trusted Grell so much Sophie thought it would be for the best to explain everything to him.
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"… so before we left his house Death gave me a pocket watch, see," she said as she took out the silver watch and showed it to Grell.
He nodded to her, taking the pocket watch and looking at the exquisite engraving on the front. Sophie smiled to him, glad that he hadn't interrupted her as she tried to piece everything together for him in an understanding way. Honestly she didn't really understand everything herself, but she felt better whenever she was able to talk about it with someone she trusted. "Wow Sophie…" was all he said as he pressed his thumb into the engraving, an imprint of a large skull staying on his thumb of a few moments before it quickly disappeared.
"Yep," she sighed, taking the watch back and putting it into her pocket. "Then after that my parents showed me to their little house there. It was rather cozy, a little cottage in the middle of the woods. My mother told me that was what she wanted to bring me to… to have me grow up in instead of a morgue." She let out a sigh, closing her eyes as she tried to remember everything that came after that point. "Then… Maurus and I came back to this world and he initiated me as a Serbus. I got a sword and everything… responsibilities and etcetera. He told me I wouldn't have to start working till… well till January I think. So if I can just get through this semester and graduate I should be fine," she said as she opened up her eyes and smiled, "and then I got home and celebrated my birthday, which I usually never do. I would when my parents were alive, but when my father died the celebrations for my birthday stopped. I didn't care about it, but I eventually forgot that I even had a birthday. So when I was surprised with a cake… well that was great." She looked up Grell who was looking over at her quietly, which made her suddenly suspicious and cautious. "I didn't come the next day because I wanted to just rest. Then I came here and… well I started to get stressed. All of the sudden I'm starting to feel sick, which I know won't end well if it continues. A few times I've coughed up blood, but I didn't tell the Undertaker about it," she sighed, "but that's really it. I think I told you most of what I can understand… oh and yes I know Fiona. Not well, but she seems to know me so I'm not going to argue. I don't like being helped so much… but maybe I need it right now, you know," she chuckled slightly before letting out another sigh. "A-are you going to say something?"
Grell lay back in his chair, a small smile on his face as he showed his sharp teeth. "Why that's quite a list of things… I can understand why you don't want to talk about it." Sophie nodded to him as she coughed into her sleeve, rubbing her sore throat before looking back over at him. He frowned slightly as he heard the rough sound of her coughing. "You… I advise you to take it easy. You don't have to get an A in the final exams… plus right after you take the exams they'll have you accomplish a final assessment of your skills. I don't want you passing out or anything… so just be careful." Sophie nodded, coughing again after feeling a sharp sting go down her throat. "Well while you're here," he leaned into her causing her to look over at him, "what's a God of Death anyways?"
"Well…" she thought to herself, "I don't completely know what one is myself. From what I've read in books, a legendary shinigami have yellow in their eyes. I think a God of Death and a legendary shinigami may be similar in some way… that is I don't know much about the subject yet but –"
The both of them flinched then the door slammed open, especially Sophie since her back is facing the door. "I brought some tea," the Undertaker giggled happily as he set the tray down on Grell's desk and roughly handed Sophie one of the cups. "Would you like one Mis~s Grell?" he asked with a smile, grabbing one of the cups and beginning to drink some down.
"No thank you," he huffed, looking over at Sophie as she slowly drank down the warm liquid. She let out a satisfied sigh, drinking down all of the tea, "Just give the cup to Sophie. I don't need anything," he smirked, handing her the cup.
Sophie looked over at the two of them and shrugged, drinking down the tea in her hand as it warmed up her hands. "Hey Undertaker," she began to ask as he looked up from his drink, "what's the difference between a God of Death and a legendary shinigami anyways? Is there a difference at all? Do shinigamis even know what a God of Death is fully?" Then she looked over where his eyes would be and quickly looked down at the floor. "I-I mean… I'm just wondering," she shrugged.
The Undertaker set down his cup beside him, coughing to clear his throat before he began. "Well… should I simply tell you later?"
She grumbled at him, causing him to stop talking and look over at her solemnly. "Grell is the one who asked, and plus I want to know myself," she smiled back, sipping down the tea from her cup as she looked at the floor again.
He looked over at Grell and then at Sophie, giving her a nod as he began. "In the academy curriculum, you can't find anything on Gods of Death or legendary shinigami anymore. There is a small section in the history books that talks about these two groups, and you have to take a special class on different species for the names to even come up again. Even when the council was trying to define a God of Death and a legendary shinigami they got everything confused. Their definition of a legendary being is very different from what it really means. True, you will see a legendary being with yellow in their eyes, but the yellow is different than described. Yellow is formed in the eyes when a being is using its powers or has used its powers so often that the yellow stays in the eyes. The yellow in one's eyes shows that the being is very powerful and using their most potential, like a demon when their eyes start to glow a light red when they use their powers. Your eyes are rather strange Sophia. I have noticed they go back and forth from different shades of color, the primary colors being blue and green. I don't see a lot of beings where their eyes change frequently, but there have been a few," he shrugged, drinking down some more of his tea before he continued again. "The council's definition of a legendary should only be a powerful being that they do not know about. It doesn't hold any true meaning behind it, but helps with any questions and confusion that will come up. The yellow is there with a powerful creature, but there are others where yellow does not show up at all. It simply depends on the breed and what that being is in the world for.
"A God of Death is entirely different then a legendary creature. There have been many Gods of Death that never became categorized as a legendary creature, but that's because they weren't widely known. That's why it's called legendary. The being impacted the world greatly that they made their names into the record books. To clarify first, a God of Death will be categorized differently than a Death God, shinigamis, and the like. Why? The Gods of Death have been around longer then a Death God. They are more recent," he said simply as he drank down more tea. "I think Sophie already knows how Death was created, so I will not explain if she has not told you, Miss Sutcliff. Gods of Death began to appear to help with the increase of the dying. Some were made to judge, others simply to devour the evil and wicked, and etcetera. It was a primitive existence, but it all worked out for the main goal, a being's death. Over time these different beings would be called gods by humans if one saw them at work.
"Angels and demons were created before the world began. The demons are those who were angels, but had fallen by rejecting a divine order that I cannot tell you about," he shrugged again. "I will say about two to three thousand years ago the demand for more Gods of Death increased. The humans were becoming larger as well as other beings in this world that needed Death to come to them. So over time other beings became Gods of Death, but had been composited from a human's death instead of simply being created for a taste. A group sprang up that had a more effective way of finding and reaping souls. Before a being would simply walk around wherever it felt he/she was needed, but then these creatures became organized with how they reaped. This group was mostly human souls turned to Gods of Death, coming together for the same goal. Several Gods of Death joined them, but others did not anything to do with them. Soon arguments would erupt between the groups, and the human souls tried several times to vanquish those who would not join them. That is the council that you see today, which is why you call yourselves Death Gods and not Gods of Death." Then the Undertaker shook his head in disappointment, setting his empty cup down beside them. "However, everything didn't end in disaster. They have a desire for trying to learn information and preserve it. They write down everything they learn and organize it into books you see before you. Back in the day, when someone needed a mentor, they would find one that would suit their personal needs. Now it's through the council and they assign you who your mentor is. In reality this is not needed. If a being wants to be taught then they will find a reliable mentor.
"Even with their thirst for knowledge they get a lot of the details wrong. For example, their definition for demon is different then what it really is. A true demon has fallen to the underworld for disobeying. Demon defined today is someone who devours souls, which is not the definition for a demon. A demon is a divine being while the other is not. They used to be put under a category of a god or just a creature, but now they're considered demons, which makes almost more than three-quarters of the supernatural beings demons. It also depends on the offspring. There have been many different species and creatures created from thousands of years of breeding. So there are supernatural creatures that will die like human do, but will die in a very short period of time or if they cannot simply sustain themselves. Now Gods of Death are now defined to creatures that have a divine purpose that no creature already in existence. That is why you are a God of Death Sophia, because of that purpose you made a vow to. Without it you are simply a creature, a shinigami if you pass your exams," he smirked to her. Sophie shrugged at him; since she would rather hear more from him then ask him anymore questions. "There have been feuds about this for centuries. The council, of course, wants to have some Gods of Death that will do what they want, which is why I got tired and quit," he shrugged. "Shezmu is the prime example for a God of Death that left. He was not persecuted at first, but for how he had to destroy evil souls and condemn them is what disgusted the council. They got along fine till a thousand years ago. The council was growing far out of hand and Shezmu did not like their methods. I don't like their methods myself, but I didn't want to be killed at the time. He lost many children to their stupidity and lack of common knowledge. They would have Gods of Death go forth, while they were in their parting stage, to reap that gave other creatures a feast. After the massive lost and still not changing their methods, Gods of Death that have children don't have them go to the academy and have mostly quit. They mostly work in the shadows, doing the jobs they were assigned to do in secret and in hiding.
"Now for you…" he thought to himself as he looked Sophie in the eyes. "Your father could handle the pressure. He helped many Gods of Death transition to this council so they would not have to work in the shadows, but the council never made everything easy for him. He became rather famous for his determination to see everything through and unite conflicting groups, which the council doesn't talk about anymore," he grumbled and shook his head. "Your job, Sophia, is simple on the outside, but can get complicated once you get in depth. Your father… well his job is to simply give and take the breath of life. This is every essential for the council to have, which is why they tried to keep him around for as long as they could. It's not all that simple. He had to get into a high enough position where he could take the souls he was internally assigned to do as well as complete his tasks. It was hard work for him to get everything to how he liked it, but Maurus did it eventually," he chuckled to himself as he thought about it. "The problem with your father and your soul is that it is a being from the underworld. I do not know if this soul is a demon or not, but my belief is that it is not and just created for the underworld like a hound dog of hell or something along those lines. Because of this you have problems as you stand on the border of being considered a demon and being considered a god. It just depends on what you chose to do, because, other than your father, you are the only one who has this power. So it's in your hands on how you can handle everything." Then he stood up, walking over to her chair and wrapping his hands around the upper part of her chest.
The Undertaker rested his head upon hers, looking over at Grell as he continued to speak to her. "Many Gods of Death have died from one thing to another," he said solemnly, "From being killed or being destroyed. Please little maiden take my advice: don't overexert yourself. You can't fool me. I know you're having problems because of your heart condition. If you take your time everything will work out in the end, but if you push yourself too far then you will end up destroying yourself… and I don't want that, okay~?"
He nuzzled his head into her shoulder, Sophie flinching slightly and putting a hand on top of his head. "O-okay…" she sighed as she leaned back. "I-I get the message… but what if it can't be helped?" she asked.
"Then… don't die," he talked into her neck, causing Sophie to shudder from his hot breath.
Sophie looked down at him and then at Grell. Then she smirked, rustling up the Undertaker's hair so he would let go of her and fix his hair. "Well thank you for the history lesson," she smiled as she stood up. "I hope that answered your question Grell."
"Yes," Grell laughed, trying to see if he could get a peek of the Undertaker's eyes. "It was nice to see you again Sophie… perhaps I can talk to you again?"
"Of course," she smiled, jumping into his chest and hugging him tightly. He gasped in surprise, Sophie giggling by his reaction. "And you'll always be my mentor, okay?" she smiled, leaning up from his lap to look at his eyes.
He nodded to her, showing off his sharp teeth. "Good. I wouldn't want you to think that mangy old man over there is your mentor," Grell glared at the Undertaker causing Sophie to giggle.
The Undertaker walked over to Sophie and flung her over his shoulder, getting rather violent kicks into his stomach. "It's about time we get going now, little maiden~~" he giggled as he kept her over his shoulder and walked out of the door. "See you around Miss Grell," he called into the office, Grell hearing Sophie yelling at the Undertaker until they started walking down the stairs.
Grell frowned as he grabbed his chair and fixing up his office. Sophie was in a situation he could not fully understand and he felt awful for not being able to help her. He wished he could have helped her more, but now it's time to move on. That Undertaker is the man she calls father anyways, so he'll just have to let her go and hope for the best. He sighed, slumping down into his chair as he looked at the door in boredom. "Je te vois tard Sophia," he smirked to himself, leaning over his desk to look at the paperwork he had gathered. Grell groaned; he hated paperwork.
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"Work on your footwork," the Undertaker said, appearing behind Sophie as she tightly gripped the small standard scythe in her hand. "Pretend you're a tree and plaster your feet to the ground. That way you won't stumble around so much," he cooed into her ear, pushing down on her shoulders as she swiped his hands away with her scythe. He smirked, pushing up his thin, black-rimmed glasses higher on his nose. Sophie nodded as she let out a sigh, trying to concentrate on what he was telling her to do. "Now again."
Sophie ran at the Undertaker with the scythe raised, jumping up into the air and striking for his chest. He caught her scythe with his own, pushing her off of him. She grumbled, narrowing her eyes as she coughed into her hand. "How much longer will we be doing this?" she coughed, looking around at a few of the spectators. They were practicing on the edge of the shinigami realm, between the white buildings and the forest. She growled at those watching them, letting out a huff when a few of them left because of her glare.
The Undertaker smirked, holding up his scythe as he thought. "Until you're done. Now again." Sophie groaned, hanging her head in defeat and running at him. There were several moves Sophie had to accomplish before she strikes her opponent in the final exams: four side strikes, five from behind, and two in the front. One of those moves has to either knock out her opponent or cause them to forfeit, which was what she was aiming for. She would be fighting against other students for the grade. So even if they have the same grade one of them would not be able to continue and would have to wait till next semester to try again. That was the beginning of the final assessments before she would be sent out to reap a soul, starting with the practical technique. That's what she wanted to train more on, since she can only take that test every semester and she would be going up against her peers. As she was thinking, the Undertaker got behind her and almost slashed into her back. Her eyes widened as she swung around, blocking his attack. "Remember the other opponent will be trying to attack you," he said as Sophie jumped back a few feet. "You don't want to give them a head start."
"Okay…" Sophie said as she rubbed her forehead. "So how can I stop that?"
"That's simple," he chuckled, pausing for a second so she could rest. "I'll teach you a few moves to strike your opponent in two areas." As soon as he said the last parts the Undertaker ended up behind her, the blade of his scythe in her neck and the butt of his scythe aimed at her side. "This is a good~ way of finishing someone off, but I wouldn't use this move until you're close to the end. Your opponent can grab hold of your scythe and take it away, which also leaves your stomach vulnerable to a counter attack." Then he swung his scythe around her so he had the butt of the scythe hovering behind her back and the blade was close to her side. "This is more effective to attack from behind or from the side. That's the easiest places to strike at the same time, but," he finished as he swung his scythe to his side and took a few steps in front of her with a grin on his face, "it's always easier to kill something from be~hind~~" he smirked, swinging his scythe over his shoulder and pushing up his glasses. Sophie nodded, swaying slightly as she gripped her scythe and getting ready to attack again. "Are you okay?" he asked as he noticed her swaying back and forth once he let go of her.
"Y-yeah," she chuckled nervously, feeling dizzy. "I'm fine." Then she ran at him with her scythe raised, spinning past him as he held his scythe up to block and hit him in the back with her scythe, the blade coming around the bend to touch his shoulder. "L-like t-th-at?" she asked as she began to lower her scythe to her side.
"Exactl— Sophia?" he asked, noticing that she started to fall to the ground. Sophie slumped on his back, her eyes closing as she let out a tired groan.
"I-I'm sorry… buhhhh… ummmm…" she said, her scythe falling to the ground and the blade embedding itself into the dirt.
His scythe evaporated at his side as he grabbed her shoulders, spinning around quickly so he could grab hold of her properly. "Little maiden…" he chuckled as he held her upright and picked up her scythe from the ground. "You could have told me you were tired."
"Grummm…" she responded as she closed her eyes tightly to try to get the migraine to go away.
The Undertaker picked her up bridle style and walked away towards the morgue, having to go through the forest to get to the cemetery. "Tomorrow you'll wear your glasses, alright?"
"Umhmm," Sophie nodded her head, soon rolling over and latching her arms around his neck and pressing her head into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of her head, holding onto her tightly as he walked out of the clearing and into the cemetery. Luckily for him, the cemetery isn't marked with a fence, which made it a straight away from the forest.
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Sophie swung at the Undertaker and hit him in the side, causing him to jump back quickly. She smirked at him and rubbed her eyes, the glasses being a complete irritation to her vision. "Good," the Undertaker smirked as his scythe disappeared, "we'll start with more advanced moves later."
"Okay," Sophie yawned, putting the small scythe in a holster at her side and following him as they walked back to the white buildings. She couldn't help but smile to herself as they made their way to the cafeteria. It's been almost a week of training and she hadn't been fainting as much as she used to. The Undertaker was actually taking it rather slow with her, but she didn't mind it one bit since she was training with a legendary shinigami. She can see why a lot of shinigamis were trying to listen in on their conversations; he had a lot to say and was very knowledgeable about almost everything! It sometimes amazed her, but she quickly got over it once he began teaching her advanced methods of fighting. It was just something new she was learning about the Undertaker. Plus Maurus was right when he told her she hadn't really seemed to know the Undertaker fully. This must be one of the things he had been hiding away for… who knows why.
"Mmmmm scones~" the Undertaker licked his lips, causing Sophie to giggle.
"Hey don't just get sweets," she huffed as she threw him an apple, "You need to eat healthier anyways."
"That's what you think," he huffed back in a silly way, making Sophie giggle at him again. After filling up a cup of instant tea, Sophie followed him to a nearby table next to the window and sat across from him. The place wasn't very crowded, but once a few of the other shinigamis saw the Undertaker pass by they started whispering to one another and the room got quieter. Once Sophie sat down she grabbed a scone from the Undertaker's plate and ate it with her tea, smirking when he scooted his plate of sugary food away from her grasp. "How has school been?" he asked as he grabbed something from his plate and gulp it down in one bite.
"Just fine," she shrugged as she took off her glasses and set them on the top of her head. "I hate wearing my glasses all the time."
"That's what your father says," he laughed, taking off his own glasses and setting them down on the table next to him. "I wonder why you two can't wear your glasses anyways…"
"Humph," she responded when she drank some more of her tea down. "I think our eyes just don't deteriorate as a shinigami's does. I don't know. There are times when I can't see a thing, but that's when I start using the black haze. I start to only see darkness, but a being's soul is the only thing that I can see and that's what will guide me. These glasses can help with that, but I'd need a different prescription or something for them to work properly… I guess," she shrugged as she ate something from her plate. "Why? Did my papa never tell you about it?"
"Nope," he said as he ate another sweet. "He had his own secrets and I have my own. It's better to keep some things to yourself anyways."
Sophie nodded, gulping down the rest of her tea and letting out a satisfied sigh. "There… okay let's go again!" She grinned as she stood back up and about to leave the table.
"What's the rush?" he asked as he ate more sweets from his plate. "You're not running a marathon. Re~lax~~"
Sophie narrowed her eyes and sat back down, setting her glasses to the side and slamming her head into the table. "Fine," she mumbled as she listened to the Undertaker eating.
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Sophie stumbled back, holding up her scythe in defense. If only she could use her bigger scythe! Then maybe she could strike back instead of trying to evade everything the Undertaker did. She stumbled back and almost tripped, stopping his scythe with her own. She could feel her scythe slowly cracking as she was held in place with his scythe. 'Don't these things last?' she grumbled as she kicked her legs up to keep him at a distance.
"Come on now," he cooed as he jumped off of her and let Sophie stand up to collect herself. "You're not trying."
"Yes I am!" she huffed as she brushed herself off. "I'm trying as hard as I can with this small and useless piece of –"
"The size of your weapon shouldn't be the concern," he said with a calm and all knowing voice, "but your own skills behind the weapon. I saw you fight Maurus; you have more in you then you probably know. Now try again." Sophie ran at him and tried every which way to strike him, unable to even touch him with how he held back her attacks. "You're still not trying," he sighed in a disappointed way, stopping Sophie from behind as their scythes clashed together.
Sophie began to frown. She was getting angry with the Undertaker's disappointment and was also beginning to feel disappointed in herself. Then she heard someone laughing at her, looking over and noticed Chaz with his mentor as they walked by. "You suck!" she could make out from what he said, her eyes narrowing at him.
"Ignore that fool… Sophia?" he blinked in confusion, noticing she wasn't looking away from Chaz. The Undertaker narrowed his eyes from behind his glasses and jumped at her, slashing his scythe at her to knock her back to her senses. Sophie turned around and stopped him, yellow beginning to take over her eyes. She jumped at him and growled, evading the large swing of his scythe and slashing at him. He jumped back, his right arm almost falling off of his body as he knelt down from the sudden pain.
Suddenly Sophie stopped as she let out a horrified gasp. "Undertaker!" she yelped, grabbing her bag and quickly taking out her sewing kit.
She ran to him and knelt down to her knees, noticing how he held his arm in a desperate attempt to reattach it without her help. "Hah so stup –" Sophie narrowed her eyes and threw her small scythe at Chaz, the scythe flying past his chest and cutting his cheek, which grabbed hold of his tie and flung him into the ground. He gasped, struggling on the ground as the scythe stayed firmly in place. His mentor ran to Chaz's aid, while Sophie made a desperate attempt to reattach the Undertaker's arm.
She ripped away his sleeve on his trench coat and threaded the needle quickly. She used her teeth to steady her shaking hands as she knotted the thread. Sophie looked at the wound and began to sew his arm back together, doing it skillfully from what the Undertaker noticed. "I'm soo sorry!" she kept saying as she attached his arm back to his body without any real problem. He blinked in amazement, noticing how he wasn't in pain from the needle but only from the wound. She knotted the thread and let out a sigh, holding his arm up so she could have a better look at it. "O-okay stay still now…" she told him, not bothering to notice the commotion coming from anyone else when the shinigamis began to notice the bleeding shinigami.
Sophie let out a sigh and concentrated, her hand beginning to glow in a black tone. In a few moments it went from black to white, much to the Undertaker's amazement. "Little maiden…" he responded as he looked over at her. She looked deeply into his eyes, the Undertaker noticing how the blue and green was showing through the yellow swirling around in her eyes. She gave him a meek smile and closed her eyes, gently pressing her hand into the wound in his arm. Then it quickly healed itself, much faster than the Undertaker would have been able to do with a wound of that magnitude.
The white glow in her hand slowly left, and Sophie slowly opening her eyes and let him move his arm on his own. The Undertaker was astounded, moving his arm to the fingers on his hands as if nothing had happened. "I-I'm so sorry!..." she gasped as she looked to her lap and had her eyes tightly closed. "I-I didn't mean… oh I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! I-I don't know what happened t-to me but –"
She let out a surprised squeak and opened her eyes suddenly when she felt arms wrap around her body and pull her in tight. "I should have been expecting it," he chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then looking into her eyes. He smiled, noticing the yellow leaving her eyes as crystal blue and shinigami green stayed behind. The Undertaker bruised her cheek, brushing away a tear that was falling down her face. "You seem tired~~" he smirked as she looked at him confused. "I think it's time for us to go home, yes?"
"S-should we go to the infirma –"
"No need. You seemed to have sewed up my arm better than anyone there could do," he chuckled, moving his right arm back and forth in an amusing way. "Go and retrieve your scythe and we'll leave."
Sophie nodded and stood up, the Undertaker not too far behind as she walked over to Chaz and his mentor. Chaz was close to running at her to strike back, but his mentor was currently holding him back and threatening him with extra work. Then his mentor bowed, noticing that the Undertaker was right behind Sophie. "I am sorry," she said with a bow to his mentor, "to you sir." Then she narrowed her eyes at Chaz, straightening her body up and crossing her arms. "I shouldn't have gotten as mad as I did, but I couldn't control it."
"W-why of course," Chaz's mentor laughed it off, handing her scythe back to her, "I'll keep my apprentice in line, right Mr. Hoover?"
"… Right," he grumbled back, keeping angry eyes on Sophie.
"I do not believe a word you say," the Undertaker said, stunning the three of them. "Now come along Sophia. It's time to go."
Sophie blinked in confusion as she quickly followed after him, noticing that the tone of his voice seemed as if he was annoyed, and perhaps threatened. "A-are you sure you're okay? I'm sorry –"
"I'm alright," he smiled cheerfully to her, trying to interrupt any doubt and worry she may have had about him. "Now," he smirked grabbing hold of her and swinging her into his arms, "you're going to have to be punished~~"
Her eyes widened and she fought back, kicking at him as if she had never injured him. "Don't! I don't even want to know but don't!" she growled at him, a long black nail coming into contact to her lips as he hushed her.
"You'll see when we get home… little maiden," he smirked as he licked her cheek as they walked into the woods and was hidden away among the trees. Sophie yelped in disgust, wiping her face of the slobber he left behind on her cheek.
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Sophie let a sigh escape her lips as she walked from the human realm and into the shinigami realm. Her supposed punishment wasn't as much of a punishment to her at all. She had to clean up the morgue, which she does all the time anyways, and sleep with him in a coffin, which she didn't mind doing either. Just the constant fondling from him is what made her shudder. The more she thought about it, the more Sophie noticed that the Undertaker was becoming more protective of her than anyone else she had ever known. Even her own mother wasn't as defensive as the Undertaker was, holding onto her tightly and refusing to let go at times. She wondered why he was being like this all of the sudden, but then again some things she figured should just be kept secret. Whatever had happened to him to make the Undertaker so protective was something she figured he would want to keep secret, so she just went along with everything as if the world was as bright as rain.
As she walked out of the forest she noticed someone in the distance, a young lady who looked to be about her age with long forest green hair. She walked up to the shinigami realm as fast as she could, anger in her hazel eyes. Sophie chased after her, unable to stop her till she almost made it to the white buildings. "Julia what are you doing here?" Sophie asked, Julia whipping her head around and letting out a gasp.
Julia ran at her, wrapping her arms around Sophie as she buried her head into her shoulder. "They told me you where dead!" she cried into her shoulder. "And then they said you were alive! Someone needs to tell me what is going on!" she huffed, holding Sophie close as she cried.
"O-okay I'll tell you," Sophie said as she gently patted Julia's back. She quickly stopped, pushing away from her slightly to look into her worried eyes. "But not here. If the shinigamis learn that a demon is here then –"
"They already have," Sophie heard from behind, noticing Alex standing behind them with his arms crossed. "What are you doing here –"
"You won't talk to me!" Julia said as she let go of Sophie and pointed an accusing finger at Alex. "Why can't you tell me what's going on? I need to know! Alex why are you keeping secrets from me!"
"Julia I'm sorry," he sighed, walking over to where she stood and taking her hand into his. "Look if I had an option I would have told you right away, but Mr. Spears had me promise to keep everything a secret until things were sorted out, okay?"
"I-it's not only that," Julia grumbled as she looked to the ground, "but it's everything. The sudden concern to be like a father you had never known. You don't talk to me as much as you used to and I miss that… I miss our time together. I miss you."
Alex frowned, noticing how she was holding back tears. "Julia… don't be like this. You know why I want to be a shinigami. Why can't you accept that it's just something I need to do?"
"But I –"
"Look I'm sorry to break up a meaningful moment," Sophie said as she grabbed Julia's arm and began running back to the human realm, "but if we don't hid you quick they'll kill you!"
"W-wait I –" Alex grumbled to himself and followed after Sophie, looking behind them and noticing the shinigamis jumping out of the building in an attempt to look for the intruder. There was an alarm that was sounding through the building when Julia had walked in, and it would only be a matter of time when they would be organized to go off and properly search.
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A/N: Bam! Ending it with a cliffhanger X3 Don't worry though. The next chapter will be up once I finish my chapter 28. I just want to make sure everything is in order before I post more updates. COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT! I've noticed an increase in viewers, but you newbies seem to not want to comment. Well go right ahead! I don't bite… much X3 Plus I like comments, constructive or not.
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Je te vois tard Sophia – French – See you later Sophia