Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Once again, I am sorry for not posting this sooner! I have a feeling I may either get bored of writing for a while, but also I have a lot of thoughts and want to get them down asap before they leave my head. So there we go! My explanation ^^ Oh, and I finished an ID. I know I was talking to someone on this site about them, but I forgot who I was talking to. Maybe your comment accidently got erased? I don't remember, but could you please comment! I would like to put you name up as the original idea. Also if you want me to link others to specific accounts or something I can do that too. Just comment back! =D As always, enjoy this next chapter! And yes, Undertaker is possessive. I think that's been established already XD
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Sophie sat upon a coffin watching Undertaker work, her legs pushed up against her chest as she watched him. It was nice to wake up and hear that she didn't have to go into work today, but now she had nothing to do. Nothing to do… she hadn't felt that feeling in a long time. She kept her face in between her legs, a sigh escaping her lips as she thought. Yes, it had been a while. Which reminds her, how old was she? Thirty five years old and seventeen years ago she passed away. Geeze, now that she thought about it her death day was coming up soon…
Without thinking Sophie jumped off of the coffin and began to wander off, the Undertaker suddenly noticing. "Oh~ where are you going little maiden~?" he called to her before she walked out of the room.
"I'm just going to go for a walk," she told him in a simple manner, grabbing the curtain before she left.
"Would you like some com~pany~?" he asked.
Sophie chuckled lightly and shook her head. "No… I just want to go for a walk alone." Then she left the room and closed the curtain behind her, walking down the hallway and to the backdoor. Slipping her black trench coat, black boots, and black cowboy hat on, she walked out the backdoor and into the cemetery. She sighed, standing right outside the door making sure she wouldn't be followed. Once she noticed the Undertaker wasn't following her she smiled to herself, walking up the hill and along the dirt road.
Once she made it to the top Sophie walked off of the path, soon coming across two gravestones. The one on her right was her own gravestone while the one on her left was her mother's. "Mommy…" she said quietly, kneeling down in front of her grave and chuckling lightly to herself. "I know that you're in a better place right now… but it's nice to be able to come to your grave every once in a while, you know?" A small whiff of the black haze appeared in her hand and Sophie summoned a few flowers, setting them on her mother's grave as she turned around and leaned against the gravestone. "Oh wow… I'm so different now aren't I?" she chuckled again, looking down at the ground and then at the stone. "Think about it. I'm thirty five years old, I died seventeen years ago, and… you died twenty six years ago. So long ago… though I doubt I will ever be able to forget," she shrugged, "you and father's death I mean…"
"So much has happened in just that short amount of time, huh? Wow… I spent one half of my life here and the other half in America. That's weird to think about," she sighed, pulling her legs closer to her body and setting her head down on her knees. "Please… please tell papa that I don't want to marry some bozo right now. You know who I had my sights on, but I just want to forget right now… Don't be angry with me. I just want to be honest." Sophie chuckled to herself as she continued to think. "Why do I have to be separate then others? Why can't I marry who I want to? You know who I like, I bet you do, so why split us apart? I have a feeling that Marius is behind everything that happened, but I'm willing to forgive him if you can just tell me why. Why should it matter who I marry? Besides, why should I get married anyways? If I can't marry someone I love then I'd rather not marry anyone at all; end of story… I miss you."
Sophie glanced over at her side and grabbed the flowers, looking at them as she swirled them in between her hands. She had a small gathering of chrysanthemums, both yellow and white, marjoram, and forget-me-nots. How she still loved forget-me-not flowers. She let the other flowers down except for one forget-me-not flower and sniffed it, letting out a content sigh as she breathed in its delicious scent. Then she summoned into her hand a bouquet of black roses, setting them beside her on her mother's grave. Sophie smiled to herself and put her head back on her knees, thinking to herself as the flowers lay beside her.
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The Undertaker noticed Sophie had been gone for almost an hour and decided to go look for her, setting a jar of formaldehyde down on a nearby counter and skipping out of the room. "Hmmm…" 'Where could she be hiding?' he thought as he skipped out the backdoor. He paused once he noticed two figures at the top of the hill, swiftly hiding behind a large gravestone and watching the pair.
There was a faint humming coming from one of the women, who was making a ring of flowers out of the ones sitting beside her. "Don't say that," Sophie huffed as she had her face buried in her knees, "I've changed… I'm not who I used to be."
"I believe you think that because you haven't figured out who you really are yet," the other one said, snipping the thorns off of the black roses and adding them to the circle. "Besides, do you think it's better to clip the thorns off of a rose or leave them in?"
"… keep them in," she huffed, "because they're more beautiful that way."
The woman giggled and set the crown of roses upon her head, causing Sophie to lift up her head. "We are sorry for making you sad… making you cry. If you do not want to get married we are fine by your request, but just remember that we are trying to help you… be your family Sophia."
Sophie lifted up her head and kissed her mother on the cheek, a tiny smile on her face. "I love you mommy…"
"… I love you too υπέροχο κοπέλα," and with those departing words her mother's ghost left, leaving Sophie as she sighed to herself and took the crown off of her head. She looked at it with a hallow expression on her face, taking a petal off of the dark red rose and squished it in between her fingers. "I know you're over there Undertaker," she said quietly, but enough for him to hear.
The Undertaker pouted, jumping out of his hiding spot and casually walking with his sleeves swinging to and fro. "I was hoping to surprise you, little maiden," he huffed as he twirled a little around the gravestones before walking over to her and sitting down next to her. "… Sophia what is wrong."
Sophie paused, calculating in her head if what he said was a question or a statement. "… nothing… nothing at all."
"I know that face," he smirked, grabbing the crown from her and giggling as she narrowed her eyes at him. "You're not happy with something. You know you can tell me any~thing~~ right?"
She sighed, grabbing the crown back from him and poked a few of the flowers before starting. "Just… I… there was this guy."
"Oh~?" he tilted his head to the side as he scooted closer to her. "Wh~en?"
"America," Sophie chuckled, "or should I say it was during a bandit chase across the Great Plains… He saved me. The human was contracted to a demon and almost ripped out my heart, but the shinigami saved me. It wasn't till a few years later when I became the North American Director for The West that I met him again and got to thank him by saving his own ass. I don't know… after a long time I started to grow attach to him. Sometimes I would have to stay late and was unable to get to my region… so he would let me sleep at his house. Then after that… well our relationship blossomed."
She looked over at the Undertaker and sighed, a look of dread of her face. "Did you… sleep with him?" he asked, a chuckle escaping Sophie's lips as she shook her head.
"Of course not; I kept your promise… and my own. No, he's not the man to do something like that. Actually he would have me sleep at his home so I wouldn't end up in someone else's bed. You could say he was a bit possessive… actually like you," she chuckled, her chuckles slowing down as she noticed the look on his face. Then she shook her head and huffed, looking back at the flowers as she sighed. "I'm not going to tell you his name… you may hurt him."
"Now why would I do that?" he giggled, his hand crawling across her back and pulling her closer to him. "Not like I rais~ed you or anything, or did you forget hmmm~?"
"How could I forget?" she set her head on his arm and closed her eyes, clutching the crown tightly in her hands. "Just… what happened… I'm not really to talk about it."
The Undertaker gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head up so she was facing up at him and looking at his silver bangs. "Hmmm…" he said quietly to himself as he looked into her eyes. He could definitely tell, by first glance, that she was tired and heartbroken over something or someone. Then he grinned, his smile beaming from ear to ear. "Well… you still owe~ me your brother's punishment. How about we go in~side?" Sophie nodded and stood up, leaving the crown of roses on top of the grave, grabbing her black hat as he led her back to the morgue, and disappearing into the darkness of the building.
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"W-wait I –" Sophie paused as did the Undertaker as he slipped his hand out from under her shirt and listened carefully to the sounds of the doorbell ringing and feet shuffling from the other room.
"Are you here, Undertaker?" they heard from the other room, causing the Undertaker to sigh with disappointment as he set her off of his lap.
"Stay here will you?..." then he couldn't help but giggle at his own comment, careful to keep himself quiet as he slithered out of the bedroom and left Sophie sitting uncomfortably on the bed.
"Oh great," she mumbled to herself as she tugged on her restraints unable to move. Sophie sighed, wondering how she was going to get out her hands out of the long rope the Undertaker had tied around her hands, which kept her attached to the bed frame of the bed. She twisted the rope and growled quietly to herself as she rubbed the pieces of rope together till they snapped under her strength. Her smirked at her accomplishment as she quickly took the rope off of her hands and hid them in a nearby drawer. No way was she going to let the Undertaker get away with that, but still being a curious creature Sophie silently walked out of the room and down the hallway.
She sat hiding behind the kitchen door and listened in, keeping her eyes on the curtain as she listened to the conversation in the other room. "… take a seat first. I'll go and make some tea~" she heard the Undertaker giggle as she whipped her head around the corner and ran into the kitchen, looking for a place to hide as he skipped down the hall and into the kitchen. He hummed a simple tune to himself as he poured out his already made tea into beakers, setting them on a tray and giggling to himself. "I know you're hiding litt~le maiden~" he sung as he opened a door of a nearby cupboard. He grinned at her as he pushed his head into her face, while Sophie held her hands to her mouth to keep her from screaming. His grin grew at the sudden horror on her face as she wondered what he was going to have her do. "Be a dear and put something decent on. We have visitors~" he giggled as he stood up and grabbed the tray, shutting the cupboard with his foot and walking out of the room.
She grumbled and gently pushed the door open, crawling out of the cupboard and walked back into the bedroom as the Undertaker requested. Quickly grabbing a simple black dress from the closet and slipping off her muddled white shirt and slacks, Sophie dressed herself in less than a minute and slipped on some nice black shoes. She didn't partially like wearing a dress, but she figured she should look like she was indeed human and not some deranged lunatic the Undertaker is keeping as his pet. With a quick swipe of a nearby comb and putting her black rose clip into her differently colored hair, she walked out of the bedroom and walked down the hall into the main room. "Undertaker," she said with a nod before nodding at the man talking to him, "sir." Then she sat down on a coffin next to his urn and began to munch on the cookies, looking as bored to be here as she really was.
Undertaker raised an eyebrow, noticing that she actually looked like a human. Her hair was mostly black, though there were a few tints of auburn red shining through that showed off her hair in the eerie setting of the dim room. Her eyes were crystal blue, but had been dulled to the point that they looked like normal blue human eyes. "Undertaker, are you listening?" the other man asked, a chuckle escaping Undertaker's lips as he looked back over at the butler before him.
"Certainly Mr. Butler," he grinned, "only distracted. You were saying?" The Undertaker swung his legs back and forth as he listened, his eyes still on Sophie.
Her eyes were on the butler, a slight look in disgust as she huffed a little once he finished his joke. "To think a demon like yourself thinks that was a joke. Hah!" she smirked, the demon's red eyes turning deadly as he glared at her. "I've heard better jokes in my sleep."
"…" was all he said as he tried again several more times, eventually getting a tiny crackle out of the Undertaker. Sophie still didn't seem impressed with him as he called his master to come back into the room.
Sophie raised an eyebrow, still noticing the Undertaker's gaze on her. "Now Undertaker – who's that?" a little boy with navy blue hair and blue eyes asked, suddenly noticing the woman in the corner as she looked over at him.
"If you must know, I'm Athena Ernest –"
"My wife," the Undertaker giggled, the other three pairs of eyes going wide around the room as his giggles increased by the look on their faces.
"I didn't know you had a wife Undertaker," the boy asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Where have you been?" he huffed, Sophie's eyes narrowing at the boy before she shrugged and stood up.
"Why I… I've been away on business boy," she smirked, seeing his blues narrow at her as she continued, "and who are you? I don't practically like my little~ hus~band~~ talking to someone I don't know." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around the Undertaker as she placed her head on his shoulder; a wide grin on her face as she poked his cheek. "And could you mind telling me who you are?"
"Why I –"
"That gentleman over there is Young Earl Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen~'s Watch~dog~" the Undertaker interrupted him, Ciel narrowing his eyes at suddenly being interrupted.
"Oh I see~…" Sophie thought to herself. "Phantomhive huh? Yes my family used to do business with your family before I married the Undertaker. It's nice to see you again, Watchdog," she snickered to herself until the Undertaker gasped and grabbed her left hand.
"Where is your wedding ring, my dear?" he gasped, whimpering slightly as he put on a show for the young earl and his demon butler.
"Around my neck like always," she shrugged, taking her green ring off from around her neck and touching the gem with boredom. "Why?"
"You must be cheating on me! Why Athena why?" he cried, fake crocodile tears falling down his face as he grabbed her dress and cried on her chest.
"Do you always assume the impossible?" she shook her head, pushing him off of her as she could hear him snickering at her. "Now can you just answer the earl's questions already? By the looks of things he could care less about your blabber," she smirked, grabbing another cookie from the Undertaker's urn and sat next to him.
The Undertaker's grin wavered a little, but his grin quickly grew as he jumped off of the coffin and walked over to another one, the one right next to the earl. Then he opened it, giggling hysterically as Ciel covered his nose and backed away. "Don't do that again!" he sneered at him being shocked by being shown and smelling the body without any fair warning.
"Oh but this is the victim that was in the paper," Undertaker giggled as he poked his nail in the man's cheek. "I would think the Young~ Earl could stand the sight of a bodi~es," he giggled again as Ciel narrowed his eyes and looked into the coffin. Pleased that his comment seemed to sting the young boy, he explained everything the earl had asked of him with, of course, adding his own little jokes in between and annoying the earl with his antics.
Once he was done the Undertaker set the coffin lid back down and jumped across the room back over to Sophie, wrapping his arm around her. She sighed when he picked her up and set her on his lap, getting used to the physical contact quickly again. "Be careful out there Young Earl, though I would love~ to see you in one of my little coffins," he giggled, Ciel narrowing his eyes before he turned around with a huff.
"Come Sebastian. Let's get out of here," he said, the butler bowing to them as he closed the door behind his master.
Then Sophie narrowed her eyes at the Undertaker, pushing his arms away from her and quickly dropping the act. "Wife? Wife? What tha hel –" She let out a yelp, his lips slamming into her own.
His hands snaked back around her and tightly constrict around her waist, pinning her into his chest. Sophie tried to squirm away as he pinned her hands down, a whimper escaping her mouth as he let her lips go lightly. "I was wondering what your reaction would be and I got a lov~ely response," he growled into her ear, wrapping cloth around her wrists and tying her hands behind her back. "However you still need your punishment and a little husband shouldn't deny the privilege to their blushing bride, ri~ght?"
"You still didn't answer my question!" she huffed, glaring into the green glow behind his bangs. "Why wife?... Why can't I be your daughter like before?"
The Undertaker paused when he heard the hurt in her voice, his grip around her waist and hands releasing as he felt quite off guard. Yes… why did he? He honestly wasn't expecting to answer for her, but the words just escaped his lips. He chuckled, setting his hat down behind him and running his hands through his bangs. "I figured you would like it little maiden," he said quietly to himself
Sophie blinked in confusion as she sat herself down comfortably on his lap. "… I still look seventeen Undertaker. Isn't it a bit odd of an old geezer to have a wife who's only seventeen?"
He grabbed her chin and kissed her lips, his eyes closing into the kiss before he let go. "Not unless you love me little maiden and… I own you," he hissed into her ear before lifting his head up and grinning at her. "Now will you be compliant or will I have to force you onto the bed?"
She narrowed her eyes, "I love you, but I don't like that look in your eyes."
He grinned, "I see~… but you know this would have been for your brother."Then he pressed his face into her neck, biting down roughly as she let out a gasp of pain. "Not unless… you want him to endure this."
"N-no… no…" she tried to say calmly, her voice shaking as he left his teeth marks on her collarbone. She buried her face into his shoulder, a hot breath coming from his lips and breathing down her neck as he picked her up and brought her back into the bedroom.
Gently setting her back down and binding her hands, he kissed her jaw line before giving her a peck on the lips. "I'll be right back in a minute~. Just sit there and don't fuss…" Sophie nodded and watched as he left, leaving her in the poorly lit room.
After a few minutes she couldn't take it anymore, whimpering quietly to herself as she closed her eyes and tried to pull away from the bed frame. "U-undertaker?" she called into the hallway. "… dad… daddy… daddy let me go," she sniffled. "Let me go… let me go! Please! Dad! Daaaad –" Her eyes opened wide as a hand pressed against her mouth, her body relaxing once she noticed who the hand belonged to. "I-I'm sorry but… let me go. I don't want to be here. Let me go," she huffed as a few tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," the Undertaker said in a calm voice, a comforting smile on his face as he set his body beside her and pushed up her chin so he could see her face better, "but my guests~ couldn't wait. I'm done now… and the night is still young," he grinned as he pressed his lips into hers in a comforting manner. "Now~ now, is this a way to treat your husband, hmmm?" Then he frowned, watching as Sophie turned her head away and looked at the ground panting. She glanced back at him as he forced her to look into his eyes, terror showing in her normally confident crystal blue and shinigami green eyes. He smiled gently, wiping the tears from her face as he cooed to her softly. "I can take off the restraints if you want… but you would have to promise to not run away."
"J-just… just don't leave me," she choked a little, burying her head into his hand and kissing it tenderly. "I-I don't know what you want, b-but don't leave… don't go… dad…"
The Undertaker pressed his lips into hers; adjusting her body a little before he hovered over her. He continued to kiss her, his hands moving up her body till they made it to the rope. "I'm going to take your dress off, alright?" he told her, getting a slight nod from Sophie before he grinned. He untied the ropes and laid them on top of a drawer, leaning back into Sophie to steal a kiss. She moaned, his hips roughly pressing down against her own. Then he arched her waist up against his chest, continuing to press his lips into her as he undid the ribbons and laces tied on her back. Sophie gasped for air, but the Undertaker took it away as he kept his lips pressed against her mouth, discarding the dress off of her body slowly. Lifting his head off of her own, he gave her a wide grin that caused her to chuckle nervously. "You seem ner~vous little maiden," he giggled, kissing her cheek as he left the dress halfway down her body and exposed her chest.
"Is this what you do with your regular customers that can't pay?" Sophie huffed, trying her best to not moan under the Undertaker's tender touches. She really didn't know why her body was acting this way, but she didn't like what was going on.
"Yes," he said simply and looked at her face. 'How soft…' he smiled to himself, slowly brushing one of his long black nails along her cheek. "I have needs too," he chuckled, cutting into her cheek and sucking on the blood as her wound quickly healed.
Sophie blinked in confusion, a sigh escaping her lips and she whispered past his ear. "Of course you do," she chuckled lightly, "but h-how far are you going to go?"
"Just enough," he whispered into her ear, biting into her neck and slipped the dress off of her. Then he tied the ropes back around her wrists, Sophie whimpering slightly by being caught again. "Let me take your body, alright?" he whispered, "I'll go slowly~ but not too far." He smiled deviously as he pushed his body back into hers, Sophie moving her head with a moan as he sucked on the top of her breast. He bit down, a gasp escaping her lips as he sucked on her waist and pulled her body closer to his face.
Sophie arched her back as she let out a groan as he drained her of her blood. "U-undertaker…" she said softly, "g-give me your hand." He held one of his hands up to her mouth, still concentrating on her stomach, and she bit down on his palm roughly. He gasped, not expecting her to bit him as she sucked and licked his hand as it lingered on her face. "So cold," she said quietly, gasping as he bit into her again. Then she yelped, his other hand trailing to her sensitive area and gently pushing into her. "Uun-dert-taker!" she gasped as she arched her back uncomfortably and tried to move away.
His body pinned her down, his hand pumping in and out of her slowly as his face trailed back up to her face. "You're so hot," he grinned, kissing her neck as she kept gasping and moaning for him. "Why did you call yourself Athena, huh little maiden?" he whispered into her ear, rolling her body a little so he could get his finger into her.
"B-because…" she gasped, closing her eyes and pressing her head down on the pillow. It was hard for her to think straight as he thrust a second hand into her. "B-becaUse, oh…" she gasped again, "m-my mother… OH! My mother her… uUGhhhmm…" she tried to say, her eyes opening slowly as his fingers pulled out of her.
"Go on~" he grinned, sucking down on her jaw as he waited for her to answer.
"Her family comes from Athens," Sophie panted, turning her head slightly so she could look into the Undertaker's eyes, "a-and I figured to just use the name of their patron goddess. I only use it when talking to humans … w-when they ask me for a naAME! –" she gasped, her back arching up in pain as he stuck his fingers back into her.
"Hmmm… I see…" he closed his eyes and grinned, licking her cheek as she continued to pant under him. "Good reason… little maiden…" he continued to talk as he trailed down her sweat dripping body.
He kept thrusting into her, Sophie crying out as he added a third finger. "U-undertaker, Undertaker!... oh, OH! Taker! T-tak-er… oh god yes…" she gasped as he pulled his fingers out of her, Sophie shivering with his breath on her entrance.
She yelped, breathing heavily as he stuck his tongue into her. He moaned, grabbing her legs and pushing his tongue farther into her as Sophie gasped and panted as she continued to call for him. Suddenly he stopped, gently setting her legs down and sitting up on his knees. "I… I'll be right back," he said quickly, stopped by Sophie's leg as her feet pinned down his coat.
"U-untie me if you're going to leave…" she said quietly, a hidden sadness on her face as he cut the rope and took off towards the bedroom. Sophie gasped; sudden pains streaming through her as she slowly lay on her side and rubbed her stomach in discomfort. She looked at her wrists, noticing that she had been tugging too tightly. Then she put her head into her hands and rolled over onto her stomach. Just then the Undertaker crept back in, sneaking over to Sophie's back and wrapping his arms around her. "Ww-hat did we do?..." Sophie frowned, feeling his bare chest against her back, "I'm so confused…"
"… Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that she shook her head as she silently sobbed to herself.
"D-d…" Sophie paused, turning around and looking up at the Undertaker's eyes. She smiled, chuckling as she buried her head into his chest. "I told you… I'm a virgin," she laughed. Then she sighed and bit down on her bottom lip, "Dorren… would do that…"
Undertaker looked over to the ceiling for a while, soon rubbing Sophie's head and gently kissing the top of her head. "I'm sorry… I didn't know that he –"
"It's fine… just let me sleep," she sighed in relief as he cradled her in his arms. "… That's why I don't like it when you bring people over," she chuckled, "but do what you want. I don't care…"
"If you stay here with me I won't have to," he shrugged as he rubbed her back slowly.
"Would you make me do… ummm… that again?" she asked.
"Nope," he chuckled.
"Good," she sighed, "then I'll accept your offer… I guess, but expect me to not be here every night. I have other things to do."
"Remind me before you go and I'll let you," he grinned, kissing the top of her head and running his hands through her hair. He unclipped her black rose clip and put it aside on the dresser, pulling the sheets over them as the two of them drifted off to sleep.
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"What do you mean I have to turn everything in by tomorrow?" Sophie growled with her arms crossed over her chest as she narrowed her eyes at William.
"The council told me to have you turn in your forms tomorrow morning on my desk… but they didn't tell me what forms," he grumbled.
"Then tell them to give me more time!" she slammed her hands onto his desk and leered at him, "because I still need six other people to turn in their paperwork to me today and it's almost noon!"
"I don't know what to say," he sighed, "but get the work into me by 1 tomorrow. If you don't then – What are you doing?" William growled as she shoved over to his phone and began to call a number.
"Getting my work done," she huffed, "now move aside!" Sophie grumbled to herself as she called for the intercom, letting out a sigh before she was connected. "Ryland Brines, Lewis Herman, Lee Roggan, Cedric Sandor, Shaun Vigo, and Curtis Wilmore come down to office E205 immediately," she finished, the phone being slammed back on William's desk as she let out a tired huff. "… It's okay if I use your office, right?"
"Go right ahead," William sighed as he went back to doing his paperwork. "It won't be long… will it?"
"Shouldn't," Sophie shrugged, "but I may –"
The door slammed open as Lewis let out a huff, standing tall and still once he was being glared at by Sophie. "I-I-I-I-I –"
"Get out!" she slammed her hand on the desk, Lewis running back out and closing the door behind him. William paused, looking up at Sophie for an explanation as she grumbled to herself and ran her fingers through her hair. "Maybe I should talk to them outside," she sighed, securing her hat back on her head as she gave him a wink. She let out a frustrated sigh as she walked out of the office and narrowed her eyes at the shinigamis standing before her. "Where the hell is Shau –"
"Present!" he huffed, running down the hallway and stopping next to one of them.
Sophie narrowed her eyes, walking over to him slowly. He gulped as they listened to her boots 'click' and 'clank' against the hardwood floor, flinching back slightly as she leaned her head into his face and stared into his frightened green eyes. "Show up on time and not a minute later, you understand me~?" she said slowly and in a stern voice, a chill going down his spine as he nodded.
"Y-yes ma'am…" he responded, letting out a sigh of relief as she rolled her eyes and walked away from him.
"I called the six of you here because I need your paperwork in by 3pm today at my desk," she said as she pointed over to the vacant desk next to Ronald. "Now… is there any problems?"
"I-I have to reap –"
"Then blow it off," she huffed, "because I told each and every one of you to turn these forms into me yesterday. Ask someone else to take over any reaping you have to do today because I need the forms in today. If not…" Sophie chuckled as she tipped her had up and leered in front of the shinigami closest to her, "Then you will be terminated. Understood?"
"Y-yes…" the shinigami chattered his teeth.
"I don't," one of them stood forward. "What do you mean by that?"
"Lee Ro~ggan~ correct?" she asked, already knowing who he is as he gave her a nod. "Hmm… you don't know much about me do you?"
"No madam," he shrugged.
Sophie sighed, "You're lucky I'm actually in a good mood today Mr. Roggan… Lewis!" she called, Lewis jumping up with a yelp. "Tell this gentleman over here why you don't want to cross me," she said, walking over to her desk and grabbing her cup of tea.
"Y-yes…" Lewis paused, coughing as he straightened himself up and looked over at Lee. "Sophia Serbus, the Dark Rider. Director of –"
"Cut to the chase," she snarled.
"Sorry," he chuckled sheepishly. "Anyways to put it simply, Mrs. Serbus has a list, a list with everyone that has crossed her. If you get on her list then… well stuff can happen to you."
"Like what?" Lee asked curiously.
"W-well –"
"You get on my list if you piss me off," she slammed her cup on her desk and walked over to them. "I give you a warning, perhaps two, before you are considered on my list. It used to be that my list was only twenty names long, but it's gotten longer and I keep the names at about fifty." Then she sighed, "The stu~ff that can happen is this: If you are lucky, I'll kill you. If not, I torture you. I may chop off your head and have you watch as I devastate your body in a wine press. I may cut up your body and experiment on your organs as you lay there half alive. During that time I may steal an organ or two for whatever I need it for. It depends on what I'm in the mood to do, but it's not like I do this on a daily basis," she shrugged, "just when I'm bored."
"I-in other words," Lewis coughed, "if you're at the top of the list then you will die first. Depending on what sick, disgusting thing the Boss wants to do then she'll do it… and steal you when you're not expecting it." He sighed, wiping his brow at the sudden thought.
Sophie just chuckled, "In other words, when I'm in a bad mood and pissed off," she shrugged. "And don't call me the BossLewis~" she snarled, "or else you'll move from number thirty six to number four."
"Shit! Okay I get it!" he whimpered.
"Now go and get those forms into me by three today," she shooed them away with her hand. "If you have questions ask someone else. I don't care about your gossip," she finished as she watched the shinigamis run up the stairs and back to their offices as she sighed and sat down at her desk. Sophie looked up, noticing four pairs of green eyes staring at her with sudden shock. "What?" she asked in her calm and kind voice.
"W-w…" Ronald coughed, turning back around to his desk and look as if he was working.
"Hah!" Eric laughed, "Ronnie boy is at a loss for words!"
"Sophie!" Grell gasped, pushing his chair over to her and spinning her in her chair. "W-what is this?"
"Meh," she shrugged, "it's just something I do… have a problem with that?"
"… should I?" he growled back.
"I don't know," Sophie sighed, "I just want to get my work done today. Sorry for scaring you or something. Hey, if you want to learn more than listen to the office gossip. I figure you're good at getting that information by now." Then she gave him a wink and turned back to her desk, deciding to take her mind off of a sudden headache and frustration she was getting after having to talk to William today.
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"Aren't you cheerful today?" Alex grinned, causing Sophie to roll her eyes.
"Oh whatever," she grumbled, "Are your transcripts turned in?"
"This morning," he grinned. "Are you going out and doing anything tonight?"
"Nope," she shrugged, "but I'm going to move my stuff to the Undertaker's place. It's about time I do that –" she paused, looking off into the distance.
Alex raised an eyebrow, following her line of sight as he looked over at the figure she was staring at. "Sophie… don't do – Hey!" he yelled, Sophie turning around swiftly and walking as fast as she could down the hallway.
The shinigami she was staring at looked over at them, his hazel eyes widening as he saw the other's black attire. "S-sophia…" he paused in shock, dropping his bags and taking off as fast as he could towards her.
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A/N: Bam cliffhanger! Yeah I'm trying to show off as many sides of Sophie as I can. Don't worry though; we'll get back to a sweet side of her sooner or later. Well… sadly, for a warning, the Undertaker isn't really called upon for a while (I know because I've written up to about chap 40) so… yeah… Don't worry though, he'll be back. Just need to go over some things first, explaining characters and etcetera. Anyways I hoped you liked this chapter. I'll try to post the next one soon, but right now I want to write more! =D
White chrysanthemum – at a funeral, this flower symbolizes death, lamentation, and grief
Ernest – Germanic – earnest, serious, steadfastness, battle to the death