Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Huh… I don't know what's going on with , but somehow I can answer your comments again XD Whatever! Anyways I hope you guys are doing well. I don't know what else to say except that school is killing me! Well I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Sophie giggled to herself as she opened up the gate leading into the cemetery, pulling on Jericho's hand as he chuckled. "You don't say," he laughed, getting quiet once he walked into the cemetery and the gate closed behind them. "So… this is where the renowned Sophia Serbus lived?"
"Yep," she smiled as she kept a tight hold on his hand while they walked along the path side by side. "My gravestone is even here. See at the top?" Sophie pointed at the gravestone as they walked past, making their way up to the giant tree at the top.
Jericho smiled, chuckling as Sophie began to dance and move her hips. "Oh what is this?" he asked as he placed his hands on her hips.
"Hey I wasn't going to dance while I had all those eyes on me," she smirked. "And also," she quietly whispered, leaning into his face and breathing against his lips, "this performance isn't for anyone else."
Jericho pulled her body closer to his; Sophie slamming her lips against his and moaned lightly as he rubbed her back. "Jericho…" she sighed, letting his hands roam around her stomach and all along her back. "I miss this."
"So do I," he sighed, sitting down on the ground and pulling Sophie down with him. Jericho leaned against the tree and Sophie leaned against him, gazing up to the bright stars above. "I am sorry about everything," he said as he looked up to the sky.
"… It's alright," Sophie giggled and pressed her head against his chest. "I didn't give you time to explain everything… Honestly I'm still not happy about my anger towards you, but I still love you and will love you just as much as I did when we first met."
"And I love you just as much," he grinned, kissing her lips again and gently pushing her head into his, deepening the kiss.
Then they parted, Sophie giggling again and leaning against his chest, but still looking up to his eyes. "I can't believe Marius showed up. He never does that."
"I think it's because of that girl… Margaret correct?" Jericho thought to himself.
"Yes," Sophie laughed lightly, "and I'm not surprised. I don't think the two of them know it yet… but in due time they will. Only Marius' situation… I don't know how that will last."
"My thoughts exactly," Jericho sighed. "So let me see, when was the first time we met?"
"Actually it was when I just moved," Sophie shrugged. "I was on one of my first actual missions. I hadn't recovered all my powers yet and… well there were demons and you came and saved the day. I didn't even get your name till years later," she chuckled.
"Then the first time, or I guess second," Jericho thought, "was January 23, 1879 –"
"And it was on Lake Superior while the ice was frozen," then Sophie chuckled, "or you thought that until you fell in."
"Hey I didn't know!" Jericho huffed. "Besides, I was being attacked by a mob of demons and the ice was beginning to thaw."
"At least I saved your ass before you fell in," Sophie smiled.
"Oh yeah…" Jericho chuckled lightly. "Then… the moment I fell in love with you was when I saw you playing your flute up on that ridge. It was impressively beautiful… and so were you."
Sophie chuckled, shifting in his lap to look up to the stars. "Aw yes. I was wearing my native outfit… which I do have to say was soft!" she chuckled. "And with me was … when I was in Chicago and you were playing the piano at the bar. It was magical. It reminded me of when my mom would play for me before she passed away."
"And now I can't stop thinking of you," Jericho smirked, planting a kiss of her forehead and then looking back up to the sky. "You know, if we really are in a relationship then how will it work under this society we are brought up in?"
"I don't know," Sophie said sadly, "I don't know… but even if I have to leave I'd rather be with you then with some rich snob that thinks I'm just another wife among an assortment of other women. I want to be loved! Not placed in a corner and put down when they're tired with me…"
"I know," Jericho smiled as he rubbed her stomach, "I know…" Sophie smiled back and closed her eyes, a joyful sigh escaping her lips as he continued to rub her stomach. Jericho chuckled after a while and closed his own eyes, quickly opening them when he heard a rustling from behind them. "What's that?" he snarled lowly, taking out his kilij swiftly and slowly in a way that did not disturb Sophie's sleep.
"Hi Undertaker," Sophie yawned, lifting up her head and rubbing her eyes.
"Oh?" Jericho said, putting his sword away back behind his clothes.
"Sorry," she chuckled as she stretched her arms, "but I was showing Jericho around town."
"Jericho huh?" the Undertaker grinned as he skipped out from behind his hiding spot and over to them. "What are you doing with my little maiden, hmmm~?"
"I-I uhmm… good sir," Jericho chuckled uncomfortably.
"Jericho this is Undertaker, the mortician here and my father." Then Sophie giggled lightly, "He raised me since I was eight, you know. I told you about him."
"Aw yes," Jericho nodded in understanding.
"And Undertaker this is Jericho Serka –"
"Actually I am Jericho Shezmu," he said as he held out his right hand for the Undertaker to shake.
"Wait now," Sophie pouted, "I thought you didn't want anyone to know your real last name."
"Yeah," Jericho shrugged, "but he is your father. I can't lie Sophie… I love you too much for that."
She cracked a smile, chuckling lightly. "Oh alright," she shrugged and shifter her head away from them, but still blushing madly as she looked away.
"Undertaker, sir?" Jericho said, still holding out his hand towards him. Then he retreat his hand back to his side, noticing the mutual expression on his face.
"Dad?" Sophie frowned.
"Is this~ the man that was giving you a hard time?" Undertaker answered, Sophie noticing his green eyes glaring at Jericho from behind his silver bangs.
"Yes, but I forgave him now," she smiled lightly and leaned her head against Jericho's chest again. "It's okay… hey if I knew that you would be this angry then I wouldn't have wanted to tell you this way."
"Oh I'm not mad~" the Undertaker grinned again and walked closer to them, "but rather, I don't like it when a young boy~ is wrapping his arms around my little maiden… especially when you wearing an outfit revealing too~ much."
Sophie frowned, letting out a huff as she crossed her arms over her chest, "What? You don't like how I dress now? Plus it's not like I wanted to wear this today. Mrs. Obki made me."
"Fiona?" Undertaker questioned her.
"No," she shook her head, "Chloe, her sister."
"Awww~" he chuckled, "Well that explains it." Then the Undertaker knelt down, leaning into Sophie's face and ignoring the fact that Jericho was even there. "Now where have you been all this~ time? I thought you would be home weeks ago."
"I… I'm undercover, and to keep an eye on my suspect I need to sleep over at the place they work at," Sophie huffed, "or not sleep at all. I'm just used to it… sorry for not warning you."
"… So you won't be home anytime soon?" he asked lightly.
"Nope," she shook her head. "Well… no. I don't think so… I still need to keep an eye on things."
The Undertaker let out a weary sigh, standing back up before placing another grin on his face. "I'd like to see you come by then. Once a week, at least."
"Okay," Sophie chuckled and grinned happily, "I will! Now come on Jericho, I'm going to walk back."
"Good," Jericho said as he let Sophie stand up first before he stood up himself, "because it's about time I get to sleep too. I'll walk you home."
"Oh?" Sophie huffed, "but you don't have to do that!"
"I insist," Jericho narrowed his eyes before giving her a grin. "I don't want some pervert grabbing you on the street. If we are going to be back together I don't want you with anyone else, and as a friend I don't want to put your life in danger. So I am coming with you."
"… alright," she sighed. "Bye Undertaker," Sophie smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll try to come by two days from now, but I won't guarantee it. I'm going to be busy for, at least, two weeks."
"Come~ while you can~" he giggled, kissing her on the cheek and letting her walk back over to Jericho. Then his smile waned, watching as the two of them walked down the path linked arm in arm and down the foggy streets of London.
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"I had a great night," Sophie smiled, "and thank you."
"It was all Chloe's idea," Jericho grinned, walking her up to the front of a mansion and letting go of her arm, hanging onto her hands. "I… what do you think will happen to us?"
"Something horrid?" Sophie chuckled, "I don't know Jay… I wish I did though."
He cracked a smiled, giving her a slow but deep kiss. "Same here," He sighed letting go of her hands and looking into her eyes. "I'm so happy you're taking me back, even though I had done horrid things."
"Hey, if I couldn't forgive anyone then what's the point of being in a relationship?" Sophie chuckled.
Then the door flew open, Grell standing at the door and glaring down at Jericho. "Ahhemmm," he grumbled with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh?" Sophie blinked, Jericho chuckling slightly.
"I guess it is time for me to go," he smiled, giving a quick peck on the cheek before giving a wave and walking back into the streets.
Sophie waved to him, letting out a blissful sigh as she turned around and walked into the mansion. "Wow," she chuckled, "talk about being protective."
"Hey! I'm going to let my little apprentice end up in some other guy's arms before I see him myself," Grell winked, poking her on the nose with his finger as they continued down the hallway. "… You love him don't you?"
"Yeah…" Sophie sighed before letting out a giggle, "but it's been several years now. Honesty we were just in a big fight… that's all…"
"Well I'm glad you're back together," he smiled, walking into a living room where Anne was sitting reading a book. "Do tell us what happened. I've been up all night waiting for you to come back!"
"That so?" Sophie smiled, sitting next to Anne as she set her book down and looked her over. "I was meaning to ask you, who is this Ciel?"
"Hold it!" Anne gasped, "What are you wearing? That's not very ladylike!"
"Chloe made me wear it," she chuckled nervously, "and it was either this sexy thing or something that is similar to the other clothes I've worn in the Americas."
"Chloe?" Anne asked.
"Like Grell she is a mentor of mine. Though not training me to be a shinigami," she said as she waved her hands in defense, "but a God of Death. It's similar, except for the rules. We don't have a lot of them, but enough that everyone is civil and not at each other's throats 24/7. That's all. Now back to my~ question, who's Ciel?"
"Ciel?" Anne asked again. "Where did you learn that name?"
"A couple of nights ago when Grell made me sleep in the same bed with your guys," Sophie shrugged. "I heard it as I was going to sleep. So? Who?"
"Ciel is my nephew," Anne decided to tell her. "Ciel Phantomhive –"
"Phantomhive?" Sophie questioned her. "Wait… so your sister married Vincent? Oh wow! I missed a lot didn't I?" she chuckled nervously before letting out a hearty sigh. "So how is your sister?"
"…Rachel and Vincent died in a fire," Anne said coldly, "and little Ciel was the only one who survived."
Sophie frowned, looking down to her hands in embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know –"
"That's alright," she quickly smiled, "I've gotten over it. Come now, let's get to bed."
"Alright," Sophie yawned, "but can I sleep alone tonight?"
"What?" Grell and Anne said at the same time.
"Yeah, sometimes it's just nice to sit alone in the dark and think for a while," Sophie smiled. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight so…"
"That's alright," Grell chuckled. "Just holler if you need anything."
"Okay," Sophie smiled, waiting till Anne sat up before they all walked back to their individual rooms.
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Sophie hummed to herself, closing the door behind her and dancing the waltz around the room. The bangles hanging from her clothes clattered in a rhythmic tune as she took off her black cloak and tossed it to the side. She sighed, sitting down on the bed and looking up to the ceiling. It was a tiring day, but she never has this much fun anymore! Usually it's work, work, and more work; shinigami and everything else. Only those times when Chloe appears out of nowhere to pull Sophie from her job to go and have fun is when she usually relaxes. Sure, tonight several men came up to her asking to dance and a few had their hands a bit too far down her waist, but nothing like a protective boyfriend socking them in the mouth and throwing them out to make the rest of the night perfect. She always loved the protective side of Jericho, though it did get frustrating at times. Just something she had adapted to, that's all.
Subsequently she sat up, walking over to the closet to look at the clothes Grell had set in there for her. She chuckled, noticing the assortments of red color all over the place. Tomorrow she was going to accessorize more, probably add the red colors that flooded the closet. Of course add her own tastes to her wardrobe, but she was getting sick of seeing black and white all the time and it was about time for some alternatives. Sophie sighed, slowly closing the closet behind her and looking down at the handles in thought. Yeah, it was about time to retire her outfit that she was accustomed to wearing for almost twelve years. Though the hat, what will she do with that?
Pondering over her choices she didn't notice that hands snaking around her waist, pulling her backwards swiftly. Her eyes widened and she tried to yell, quickly be muffled by a long black sleeve and a boney palm covering her mouth. Sophie looked up, her eyes coming into contact with a Cheshire cat grin plastered on her captor's face. "Undertaker?" she mumbled into his hand, a chuckle escaping his lips as he let go of her mouth. "W-what are you doing here?" she asked quietly, careful to not raise her voice too loudly to alert Grell or Anne about the intruder.
"I only wanted to see the fearful look on your prr~etty face when I showed up," he giggled, laughing harder at the irritated look her face was making. "Not only that," he said in a quiet whisper, breathing into her ear and sending a chill down her spine, "but… you seem to be busy little maiden. Could you care to explain the situation to me, hmmm~?"
"I guess," Sophie sighed, wiggling from his grasp slightly and turning her body to face him. "I have been busy with work," she began, "with my transfer and other transfers I am conducting for shinigamis coming from the Americas and making their way here. Not only that, but when I conduct undercover work I try to keep a low profile. Since anything the suspect is doing is probably done at night, I have to follow them around all day and night." Then she sighed, "And that would be Grell. So when I saw his name I decided to conduct this investigation alone… okay? That's why I'm here. Plus Grell won't let me out of his sight now that he knows why I'm watching him," she mumbled to herself.
"So what about that God of Death, Jericho you called him?" the Undertaker asked.
Sophie raised an eyebrow, chuckling once she realized his intentions. "I see… you're threatened by him?" she asked.
"Not at all dear," he grinned, pulling on her waist so her face was several inches from his, "but when a boy I do not know comes with my little maiden and fondles with her body like he owns her… well you at least have some explaining to do."
"Or else you'll start stabbing?" Sophie chuckled, letting out a sigh before collecting herself. "Well…" she smiled, running a hand through his bangs and parting them so she could see his eyes, "He's been my boyfriend for years now… eight I suppose?" she shrugged. "And he's sweet and funny and…" she couldn't help but sigh.
The grin on the Undertaker's smile vanished quickly, his face suddenly turning stern. "You… you love that man don't you?" he sighed with disappointment.
"Yes," Sophie smiled, but then frowned as she pressed her head into his chest and let him hold her tightly, "but… life is difficult. With our positions Jericho and I are perfect for each other, but as Gods of Death… He could be the one, but yet we have been told to split up for years now!… I'm tired of being told of what I should and could do. I really do love him and he loves me… and he's not trying to be with me because of my standing in society and my powers, but because he loves me… I don't know… I sorry that I didn't tell you, but I couldn't because the council wouldn't let me send letters to you… or I just didn't get any back? I don't know…"
"Sophia," he sighed, pressing her chin up with his long black nail so he could see into her eyes. Her crystal blue and shinigami green eyes shined brightly in the dark, but he could see that they held a luster of sadness and grief. Looking deeper he saw a tinge of hope shinning in her eyes, a hope that he could understand what she was trying to say. "… I can see that you love him so, but before you two get serious then you already are I want to meet him… alone."
"Why?" she questioned him, a frown creeping on her face.
"Because I am your father and I will not give away my little maiden to someone who doesn't love her," he smiled sweetly, leaning his face closer to hers and causing her to look deeply into his shinigami green and yellow eyes. "Plus tumihi~" he grinned deviously, placing his lips gently upon hers before he pressed her head in closer to him and deepened the kiss. Sophie moaned, suddenly gasping into his mouth as his cold fingers slowly slide down her back. Soon they parted and he stared back into her eyes, brushing a nail over her cheek and along her jaw line. "Now for leaving me for so long I think you need a punish~ment," he grinned.
"N-no," she shook her head, pushing away from his chest and closing her eyes tightly. "I-I didn't do anything wrong… and I don't want a punishment right now. I want to sleep… with you, since you're here," she confessed, looking back up into his eyes with a terrified look on her face.
Then the Undertaker's face softened as his hands kept a firm hold around her waist. Sophie smiled, pressing her lips back against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Skillfully, and without Sophie noticing, he untied the ribbon on her back and her top fell to the ground. Then he pulled her closer to his body, her chest pressing up against his coat as she deepened the kiss. Sophie let out a gasp as they fell onto the bed, the Undertaker hovering over her as he looked down at her body. She began to blush again, a shiver going up her body as his hands crawled along her body and down to her panties. He quickly slipped them off and let them fall to the ground, pulling Sophie farther up on the bed and floating back over her face. "My god… you are beautiful Sophia."
She giggled and blushed, her hands clenching shyly to her body as she tried to cover herself up. "N-no…" she continued to blush, wiggling around under him till she felt comfortable on the bed. Then Sophie smiled and unbuttoned his coat and watched as he slipped off his coat and kicked off his boots. He gently set down his beads and lockets to the side of the bed, before proceeding to press himself firmly on top of her.
"It's true," he grinned, pressing his body on her and looked into her eyes. "Don't deny it," he said as he wrapped his hands around her body to remove spaces between them. "You truly grew into a love~ly young maiden~" he smiled, pressing his lips against hers and refusing to let her go.
Sophie smiled in the kiss, letting the Undertaker press his face into hers till she slowly lost her grip around his neck and soon fell asleep. Undertaker then let go, looking down at her as she lay on the bed passed out from her binge drinking. He smiled; giving her several more kisses along her jaw line, neck, and chest till he was satisfied. He pulled out the sheets from underneath them and pulled them over their bodies, laying down next to Sophie and letting her shift in her sleep as he kept a tight hold on her sleeping frame.
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Sophie let out a content sigh, the previous night doing wonders for her mood. She walked with Marius at her side, making their way up to a large mansion. "Hopefully we'll be in and out before the day is done," she told him as they were greeted inside by several butlers. "Now remember, we are here to get information on the problems around here."
"Got that," Marius nodded, keeping close to Sophie as they were directed into a living room.
There sat several different God of Death heads, playing card games and passing the time talking among each other about businesses and politics. "Hello Teutas," she smiled slightly, sitting down next to an elder man as he sat on a couch and read a book in his hand.
"Serbus, long time no see," he smiled, shaking her hand and noticing Marius as he stood to the side and watched them. "What business do you have here? Usually you don't come by social events unless you have to."
"I have a question," Sophie began and getting straight to the point, "concerning the demons, angels, and etcetera that are making their way here. What do you know about the situation?"
Teutas nodded, "Ah I see… the being behind this is named Earthborn, but no one knows much about who he is and what he is doing here. All I know is he is heading up an army that is planning to strike at major cities around the world, mostly here in Europe. He seems to be looking towards taking something in England primarily, in London I'm assuming."
"I see…" Sophie frowned slightly. "How will they strike?"
"One after the other I'm assuming," he shrugged. "This war has been going on for centuries Serbus, but ever since the Black Death the two forces have been at a standstill. Who is fighting who, I do not know anymore. This has been an old game that no one seems to remember anymore," he sighed. "Perhaps you will figure out the two beings behind this game?"
"Perhaps," Sophie shrugged, soon standing up and ushering Marius back over. "Thank you for your time. This is short notice, but I need to collect as much information before they strike. I need to know if they are for or against me and my causes."
"Ah," Teutas nodded, looking back at his book. "I will assume against. They were against your father so they must be against you… unless you change that."
"We'll see," Sophie told him, "now I must depart. Good day."
"Good day," he nodded back, watching as Marius and Sophie left the room and chuckled lightly to himself. "That family," he shook his head, beginning to read his book again as the two siblings left the mansion without disturbing anything.
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"Chloe, for the last time I am not wearing that," Sophie grumbled.
"Hey now! I thought you had fun last time," Chloe chuckled, grabbing her hands and spinning her around. "How are things?"
"Alright," Sophie shrugged as she began her progress up the stairs, "but these advances by the other supernatural beings are putting me on edge."
"Oh those things happen all the time," Chloe beamed, "and I don't see why your father tried to stop them… honestly I don't see the appeal. A new world order? Please~! A bunch of hubbub to me."
"Chloe…" Sophie frowned, "it's not matter of my father then of me. I need to know what is going on here… that's why I have to keep fighting if they prove a threat to me."
Chloe just shook her head once they made it to the E level. "I worry about you, Sophie. I don't think you want to know the knowledge behind all of this… that's why it's been hidden away and forgotten."
"You don't get it," she huffed, "I can't protect the people I love if I don't know the reason behind the threats. Are they after me? My family? My friends? Or… just my soul? What if I can't protect myself the next time they attack me? What power will they gain if they take my soul? I need to know why it's such a big deal for me to be protected all the time."
Chloe paused, contemplating what she had said before cracking a smile. "… My advice, keep your soul safe," she said as she put a hand on Sophie's shoulder, "and don't let them destroy you." Then she vanished, leaving Sophie to ponder her warning before walking over to her desk to sit down.
"What a charming look," Alan complimented Sophie's new wardrobe as she turned in her chair and looked over at him. She was wearing a white collared shirt tucked into black dress pants and black leather gloves. She had a red and white ribbon tied around her neck in a bow and tucked under her collar. She had a brown vest buttoned up with her leather belt tied around her waist holding her two black guns. She had replaced her black cowboy boots, which had been falling apart over years of wearing them, to long black and buckled boots that were hidden under her dress pant legs. She had her long, tattered black trench coat that had a tie around the waist, which she set down on the back of her chair and placed her black cowboy hat on her desk. Her hair was tied back with a black ribbon, keeping her hair up so she could see her work. Lastly, and the thing that caught Alan's eyes in the first place, was the small silver jeweled skull pin attached in the knot of her ribbon and a larger silver jeweled skull belt buckle keeping her belt hanging loosely around her waist.
Sophie smiled, chuckling as she fiddled with a lock of her auburn hair. "Yeah… well this is a nice look for me, yes? Actually it was about time I retired my old wardrobe, but I think this is a nice new look to my previous one," she shrugged. "Since I'm not out running around in the desert anymore I don't have to care about my clothes getting dirty and dusty," she paused, "So… how are the pills?"
"Okay," Alan grinned happily. "They're a great help."
Sophie nodded, staring at him sternly as she thought to herself, "How many do you take a day?"
"I take one every five days," he smiled, "and Ben takes them every six."
"Ah!" Sophie grinned happily. "So I'm getting better! Well that's great. I'm trying to get it to a point of one per week, but of course these pills won't stop the sickness, only hinder from continuing," she shrugged.
"I understand," Alan nodded. "… I feel like a burden for depending on you for pills."
"Don't you depend on a doctor to make you well?" she questioned him. "Besides," she shrugged, "It's not like I started these because I was bored. There were beings in trouble and I'm slowly growing knowledge on how to help. Also I was taught by a medicine man to create human remedies and he helped with my own problems… so yeah."
"Ah," he smiled, "well… as long as this isn't a problem."
"No problem at all!" she chuckled. Then the two of them got quiet, noticing Eric walking up the stairs. "We can talk later if you wish," she smiled, swinging around in her hair and looking back to her desk to begin her tedious work of signing papers.
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Sophie whistled to herself, walking casually out of the cafeteria with a cup of tea in one hand and sweets in the other. It was annoying that almost everyone in the building was out reaping or doing something that caused them to be confined to their offices, but she didn't mind as she walked through the halls. She hummed a light tune to herself, suddenly freezing as she felt a pair of eyes watching her. Her eyes darted around the hallway, only seeing white, white, and more white. "Hmmm…" she thought to herself, shrugging it off as she continued down the hallway.
Sophie gave a wave to Margaret as they went their separate ways, Margaret heading over to the cafeteria for her own lunch. Then Sophie paused again, still feeling small glaring eyes on her. She grumbled, setting her cup down on a counter and looking around. "Alright… I know you're here somewhere," she sighed as she continued to look around. "Come on now, come out, come –"
"Eh?" Fiona raised an eyebrow, noticing Sophie on her knees looking under a couch. "Are you looking for something Miss Serbus?"
"Ah no!" Sophie chuckled nervously and scratched the back of her head. "I'm alright! Just… I was just looking for something I dropped."
"Would you like me to help?" Fiona asked, tilting her head to the side as Sophie shook her head.
"No! I'm alright," Sophie chuckled again, a completely fake grin planted on her face.
"Oh too bad~" Fiona sighed, "I thought it was something interesting... I'll talk to you later."
"Bye," Sophie waved, her smile fading away once Fiona turned around a corner and disappeared. "Okay where are you?" she snarled. Pausing and glancing around the vacant place, Sophie let out another sighed and closed her eyes, scratching the back of her head.
Then she flinched, hearing a growl from behind her before she was pounced in the back and face planted into the floor. "Hey now!" she growled, snarling back at the creature as it tried to stay on top of her back. "Get off!" They rolled around on the floor for a while, Sophie's growls turning into quiet giggles as her face was being licked by a seven foot panther refusing to get off of her stomach. "Alright, alright! You win alright?" she continued to giggle, trying to cover her face from the beast's slobber.
The panther purred in triumph, jumping off of her stomach and tilting her head to the side. Then the panther suddenly turned into a small black kitten and Sophie paused at the transformation. The kitten purred, Sophie's mouth starting to quiver at the sight of her big sapphire and golden eyes. "Aw… I missed you too Ahelie," Sophie giggled, picking up the tiny cat with both hands gently and scratching the back of her ears. Ahelie continued to purr, leaning into her hand and letting her scratch the unreachable places on her back. "Gosh, how did you get all the way here from America?"
The kitten sat contently down in her hands and meowed, tilting her head to the side before licking her paw and combing out stray hairs from her fur. "I see…" Sophie grinned, "Well, Ahe I'm going to have to take you out." Ahelie jumped up and shook her head, her eyes growing as she looked up at Sophie and meowed in a depressed way. Sophie blinked, trying to keep a stern demeanor, before letting out a tired sigh and completely melting. "Alright, fine… I will let you stay if you be a good~ little kitty." Ahelie's eyes lit up and her tail wagged wildly, causing Sophie to giggle again before she set the kitten down in a hidden trench coat pocket and tied the coat closed. "Now be good and don't fuss," Sophie told the kitten, Ahelie nodding before purring again and looking around excitedly, till someone came by and Sophie hid the kitten from view with her arm.
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The black kitten on Sophie's lap purred contently as Sophie wrote on paper, sighing with satisfaction as she noticed that no one was around. "Now sit," she ordered, setting Ahelie down on the top of her desk and setting out a bowl of milk for her. The kitten jumped up excitedly, slurping up the milk as if it was her first meal for weeks. "Oh Ahe…" Sophie sighed as she brushed a hand through the kitten's fur, "Where have you been? You disappeared a week before I left. Was there something you had to do?... I wish you could tell me." Then she chuckled, "Look at me, I'm talking to a cat! It's not like I can understand what you say, but do know that I'm happy you're back. Oh! You'll have to meet my mentor! You know the Grell Sutcliff I talked about? Well he works here! And Mr. Tyrant too! And also Daddy Undertaker… and a human woman I haven't met in forever named Madame Red, aka Anne. Anne! Oh gosh, now I'm interested in where everyone else went… did you know she has a nephew? Apparently her older sister married that Phantomhive~ kid and they had a child together. Ciel I think? And get this, my undercover is that I'm married to the Undertaker. Is that just weird or what?"
Sophie couldn't help but crack a smile, noticing as Ahelie finished her bowl and yawned. "Awww~… you must be tired? I understand. I would be tired if I traveled around the world. How Mistress Chloe manages it I have no clue." She chuckled, having the bowl disappear into her black haze as she picked up the kitten and wiped the stray milk from her lips with her sleeve. "Oh don't be so dirty! I know it's fun, but around here they don't like it if you get dirt all over the white walls," Sophie explained. Ahelie meowed and licked Sophie's hand before jumping out of Sophie's hand and onto the floor. The kitten purred again, curling up into a little ball in the corner of the cubical under her desk and hidden behind her messenger bag.
"Oh you kitty," Sophie chuckled, "you know just want I was thinking, huh? Have pleasant dreams." The kitten yawned and closed her eyes, listening to the sound Sophie was making with her pen as she wrote on another sheet of paper and set it off to the side of her desk.
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A/N: Hah! A jealous father and a pet kitten! Oh I love kitties. I wished I had one =3 I think I'll explain more of the transforming black cat later. If you still have questions after the next chapter then comment me about it X3 And yes, I was planning on having a kitten in this story. I just love cats! =D I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS! Sorry that I'm still being slow. I'm trying to take the time to review my chapters now. Comment if you have questions and concerns.