Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hello again! Trying to get as many chapters as I can up! Why? Well I'm sick of seeing a bunch of chapters that haven't been posted up yet =O Also still trying to figure out how I'm going to write future chapters… and etcetera. That's it for now. ENJOY!
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Marius hummed to himself as he jumped up a flight of stairs and passed through the two large double doors, walking up to a counter right in the front with a smile on his face. "Hello Margaret," he smiled, taking out a couple of forms and setting them down on the counter. "How are you today?"
"Never better," she smiled back, grabbing the forms from him and looking them over before she put them away in a basket. "Thank you for dinner. I didn't think you would take me to an expensive restaurant! I was expecting a bar like your sister usually goes to."
"Aw well~" he chuckled, sighing to himself as he set an elbow on the counter in deep thought, "I usually don't go out ever so I thought the occasion called for it. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
Margaret nodded and went through a few drawers behind the counter, looking for the correct paperwork to hand over to him. "How is your sister?" she asked to continue the conversation.
"Recovering," he sighed, "and it's been a few years since she's been able to sleep the pain off. Usually Sophia is running around working by now, but I'm going to make sure she sleeps this time."
"Did you go visit her yet?" Margaret asked as she pulled out a few pieces of paper and threw them onto a table next to her.
"Nope," he shook his head. "I trust that being, Undertaker, is taking care of her… Do you think he's alright?" Marius sighed, turning his gaze over to Margaret as she continued to hum as she searched. "That Jericho guy. He's a sketchy character to me… I don't trust him."
"What I know about him is that he's a decent shinigami," Margaret told him as she grabbed more papers and threw them on the table beside her, "or at least that's the rumor. He's ranked next to Sophie in toughness between the American Directors, but she's at the top because of her unethical methods of dealing with intolerable shinigamis."
"Oh?" Marius questioned her. "Like what?"
"Rumors are that she experiments," Margaret shrugged, "and she likes to dissect things. I actually see her as a person who would have fun hacking up bodies and looking inside of them, but somehow the shinigamis she experiments on don't die… or that's the rumor. For all I know they've actually died and no one knows." Then she sighed, closing the drawers and collecting the discarded papers on the table into her hands. "Do you even know why she should do such a thing?"
"No," he chuckled, "but I think you can blame that Undertaker man for her behavior. I noticed Jericho does it too, has a love for killing and dissecting bodies, but maybe Sophia is the only one who talks about it? I bet she gets overexcited when she finds something new." Marius smiled at her and accepted the papers in his hand, giving her a slight bow as a thank you.
"You should talk to her then," Margaret suggested. "She works hard Marius; you know that. Maybe she's hiding a hidden hated or just likes cutting people up."
"Yes maybe," he grinned, "but I don't think she does it because she hates something. Do you know why we're shinigamis?"
"No you never told me," Margaret chuckled nervously, setting her elbows on the desk and setting her head down on her hands.
"It's an obligation," Marius shrugged, "and something we promised to do. It's not by choice, but of duty. You want to know my father wanted to do while he was a human? He wanted to be a philosopher and teacher." He chuckled, "And Sophia wanted to be a scientist and mortician. Father couldn't because it was his duty to be a soldier in the army, but he still tried to teach. Same with soror. She has her duty as a shinigami, but she tries to involve her other interests too. I think that's why."
"Wow," Margaret smiled. "I never knew that… Was there something or someone you wanted to grow up as Marius?"
"M-me?" he asked, pointing to himself before scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. "Why I-I… no not really," he shook his head, "Only an older brother for my sister. That's all."
"Hmmm…" Margaret thought to herself, setting her head up and letting out a sigh. "Well there's still time to think about it right?"
"I guess," he shrugged, putting the papers away in a cloud of black haze before smiling back at her. "Will I see you later?"
"Of course," she chuckled, waving as he began to walk away. "I'll see you the next time you come by."
"Alright," he waved back, Marius disappearing from her view as he turned a corner and walked down the white hallway. Margaret let out a dreamful sigh, her head falling to the desk dramatically as she giggled happily to herself.
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"What is he doing?" Marius growled, watching as Jericho stood up and grabbed his coat hanging over his office chair.
"Giving her his blood," Jericho shook his head, sighing to himself as he threw the coat over his shoulders and stared over at him. "What? You didn't know?"
"If paterfamilias doesn't inform me then she doesn't think it is relevant for me to know," Marius shrugged, "but as her older brother it is my responsibility to know about disgusting dilemmas soror gets herself into," he sneered at him.
"Well maybe you should talk to her about the problem," Jericho shrugged as he fixed the coat on his shoulders, "and tell her how you really feel that way."
"What?" he snarled. "You don't think my sister can't just tell me herself? What are you to say about my relationship with my sister," Marius growled, throwing the door open and pausing at the open door. "I don't see why my sister even likes you. You're rude and an unfit suitor for my sister." Marius slammed the door roughly and began to walk down the hallway, cursing under his breath as he clutched his hands into fists.
"Hey Serbus!" Jericho called to him, throwing the his door open before slamming the door behind him. "You have no right to talk for your sister," he growled back as he walked faster to catch up with Marius' pace, "and that's why she doesn't tell you anything. I may not be as powerful as you are, but I love your sister and she loves me. Didn't you promise you would let her do as she wishes? Then leave our relationship alone. You're causing enough trouble –"
"Me causing trouble?" Marius laughed, "Don't be imprudent! I'm only following orders –"
"Then follow this," Jericho snarled as he narrowed his eyes at him. "Your sister has her own right to make her own choices. Don't interfere with the outcomes Marius. She's your sister for crying out loud! Shouldn't you be thinking of her instead of some being you're calling master." Marius paused, turning around and glaring at the smug look on Jericho's face. "That's right. I know all~ about it."
"Don't talk about him like that," Marius growled. "He's more of a god then you will ever be –"
"Ah," Jericho smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "So you say this master of yours is the only being you will take orders from? Then why be Sophia's brother if you're going to betray her –"
"I am not betraying her," Marius snarled, "and that man raised me. You have no right to call me a liar. You hear me you pathetic mortal? Or will I have to shove your worthless hands up your throat and gag you with your thumbs?"
"Harsh don't you think?" Jericho chuckled, walking over to him and leering over Marius' body. "I don't care if you are her brother. I will stand up for her if you push her over her limits like you did the last time. I'm sick and tired of seeing her get hurt because of her family that is Supposed. To. Be. Dead," he sneered back at him. "I care for her. Do you?"
"… I hate you," Marius growled at him, grabbing Jericho's necktie and glaring his crystal blue eyes into Jericho's less intimidating hazel eyes, "but I see your point." He sighed before he let go of Jericho's necktie, crossing his arms over his chest and looking over at a nearby wall. "… I know your past Jericho. I can't just trust you because my sister says so. I need proof."
"Well then I'm going to have to give you some," Jericho sighed, running a hand through his shaggy dark lavender gray and black hair. "What do you want me to do?"
"… Could you help me?" Marius asked in a tired voice. Jericho raised an eyebrow and looked over at him, noticing how nervous he looked as Marius scratched his arm and avoided eye contact. "I need to know more about Sophia and you obviously know her more than I do… I feel ashamed to ask this request of you… and I-I don't know you earth creatures well enough to confront her about anything except business. A-and –"
"In other words you're asking me how you should confront her?" Jericho asked.
"Y-you could say that," Marius sighed before looking over at him with a glare, "but if you tell a soul about this you will be destroyed –"
"Alright I get it," Jericho chuckled. "My gods. You're closer related to Sophia then you think." Marius blinked in confusion as Jericho threw an arm over Marius' shoulder, causing the younger man to stiffen. "I can help you, but only if you promise me something."
"What is that?" Marius growled.
"Stop acting tough," Jericho shook his head and took his hand off of his shoulder. "Your sister has the same problem. You act high and mighty, but really you're only gentle creatures that would rather have fun then deal with this chaotic world," he chuckled shaking his head. When Jericho looked back over at Marius he couldn't help but laugh, noticing the stunned look on his face. "Don't give me that look. I know more about your sister then you think, hak?"
"Ergo coniicere video te puncto," Marius mumbled under his breath. "Will you help or not?"
"Of course," he chuckled. "I'll be your brother-in-law after all."
Marius paused, glaring at him before he let out a stern huff. "Whatever," he shook his head, "I'll show up when you have more time on your hands. Vale." Then he disappeared in a black haze, Jericho letting out a frustrated sigh and rubbing the back of his head.
"What was that about?" Alex asked, walking up from behind Jericho and raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing Agon," Jericho sighed, "Only family bickering."
"Oh," Alex chuckled, turning back around and walking into his office. Jericho shook his head and laughed to himself, mumbling under his breath before he headed for the stairs and began his decent down the long winding steps.
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Sophie slowly opened her eyes and stretched her arms, rubbing her eyes and lifting her body off of the pillow she was laying on. Ahelie yawned from where she laid in Sophie's arms and curled up tighter into a ball, refusing to wake up with Sophie. Sophie yawned and stepped out of bed, stretching her arms again and moving them from side to side. She groggily made her way to the main room, where she saw the Undertaker making more coffins. "G-good morning," she yawned, sitting down on a newly polished coffin and looked at him.
"You mean good afternoon," the Undertaker chuckled, keeping his eyes on his work as he set stuffing down into one of the coffins and sewed in a colorful velvet fabric in the inside.
"Oh?" Sophie asked with a yawn. "How long was I asleep?"
"Three days," the Undertaker giggled, "but I didn't want to disturb you. You looked so~ cute curled up under the sheets."
"Did someone come by to tell me I have to go to work yet?" Sophie sighed, setting her head down on the wood and looking over at him.
"Nope," he shook his head, "Only to check up on you. I made a list."
"A list?" Sophie chuckled to herself, rubbing her eyes as she giggled to herself. "I didn't know you could make lists."
"Of course I can," he giggled back, appearing in front of her face and poking her in the nose. "I'm not that old."
Sophie shook her head and grabbed the paper from his hands, ignoring the black fabric fluttering over her body to tangle her in its cobweb treads. "So~… Jericho came by for the past three days huh?" she said to no one in particular, "and Alex came by the other day saying his family was on a ship… Good! I can't wait to see wifie~ again," she giggled and clasped her hands together.
"Wifie?" Undertaker pouted, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting Sophie's body off the coffin slightly. "You married someone without telling me?" he whined, sitting down on the coffin and setting her head down on his lap.
"Daaaaaad~" Sophie giggled, smiling happily as he began to stroke his hands through her hair. "Roza is one of my best friends in America. Be good to her."
"R~ozzza huh?" he grinned, "Is this the same Rose whom is married to Alexander?"
"The same," Sophie sighed, "and I know those kids of hers will want me to play once they're off the ship. I –" She paused, letting out a yawn and smacking her lips together, "…iiIII hope they're here soon. I miss them." Then she coughed, clearing her throat and looking back at the list in her hands. "… Why did Grell come by?" she huffed.
"He was excited about something," the Undertaker chuckled, "but I could not understand what he was trying to tell me."
"Oh okay," Sophie chuckled and shook her head, "how typical."
"Wanted you to come by the office in three days at about four o'clock. Why? I don't know," Undertaker shrugged and smirked teasing.
"Alright," Sophie smiled ignoring the expression on his face. "If I'm not better by then I'll just have to show up… and why did Marius come by?" she frowned.
"He came by with Jericho yesterday," Undertaker admitted, "but I would not let him disturb you. He asked me questions about Jericho and why I approved of your relationship with the man. I was honest with him and Marius left the conversation alone… he is a colorful character isn't he?" he chuckled.
"I guess," Sophie shrugged, "but he was still an ass for trying to split Jay and I up."
"He promised he won't anymore," Undertaker cooed into her ear as he rubbed her back, "and he only loves you, little maiden. He's only trying to keep you safe."
"I know," she sighed with a tinge of frustration in her throat, "but he needs to learn what is right and wrong in this world. It's different in the afterlife. You don't have a lot of problems to deal with over there. You would think he would know that by now." Then Sophie dropped the paper on the grounded, flipping over her body so her face was crushed in Undertaker's knee. "I'm tired again," she grumbled under her breath before she yawned again.
Undertaker paused before he giggled with amusement at her childish behavior. "Need me to tuck you back in and kiss you good night?"
"I-if you won't mind," she chuckled nervously, looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. "I haven't asked since I was a human, but I was dreaming and –" She let out a surprised squeak, curling up into a ball and pushing the Undertaker's long nail away from her side. "N-NO! Dad sto – agh noooo!" she giggled and cried at him to stop tickling her as she tried to protect her sides from his sneaky nails.
She let out a yelp, suddenly being grabbed by the waist and turned on his lap. With the way he positioned her on his lap she had to wrap her legs around his waist, her face turning bright pink as he began to laugh heartedly by the confused, blushing expression on her face. "Nosti amore tui non est numerus, aequum?" he said softly into her ear, tickling her back and causing Sophie to arch up her body up into his. "Mihi tantum vos esse felices, amore."
"Scio," Sophie smiled, trying to move her head away from him once she noticed she was blushing. "What has you worked up all of the sudden?"
"Something your quis fratrissaid the other day," Undertaker chuckled, poking the top of her nose, "and I've been so bored~ with you asleep all~ day~~"
"Tata…" she giggled happily, shaking her head and closing her eyes tightly as she moved away from his face. "Don't you have work to do –"
"That can wait," he grinned deviously, pressing his mouth against her lips and sucking down on her bottom lip. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, quickly replaced with a confused moan as he pressed her head closer to his with the palm of his hand. "Non devoravit mihi trium dierum~" he breathed into her mouth as he slowly parted from her lips. "Debetis mei," he said softly in her ear, causing a shiver to creep down her spine as she tried to shift her ear into her shoulder.
"W-what do I owe~ you?" she asked hesitantly, her question quickly being answered as he smashed his mouth back into her own. Slowly Sophie let Undertaker slip his tongue and explore the inside her mouth, causing her to let out a low moan.
Eventually he let go of her head and let out a big breath, a large grin on his face as he watched Sophie panting deeply from the kiss. "You're not going to turn me away little maiden?" he chuckled amused.
"N-no…" she smiled. "I-I told you… I h-ad a dream…" He looked at her curiously, noticing the scared look in her bright crystal blue eyes.
He stood up and picked her up with him, holding on tightly and cradling her around him as if she was still a child. Sophie murmured and set her head down on his shoulder, rubbing her head into the crick of his neck like an affectionate kitten. "What was it my dear?" he asked, showing her off into the bedroom before she could notice.
"Y-you left," she whimpered, gripping his back tighter as they trailed back into the bedroom, "a-and I was scared you actually did –"
Sophie yelped in surprise as she was thrown onto the bed, the Undertaker crawling on top of her body and trapping her body under him. "Sum numquam relinquo vobis," he grinned, pressing his face onto her chest and kissed the top of her collarbone, "You know that."
"I-I know," she sighed and tilted her head away, letting the Undertaker do what he wanted as his long fingers trailed over her body and began to unbutton her white collared shirt. "You know when you would leave the morgue every once in a while for days at a time because you had to deliver coffins to a town far away?"
"Yes," he giggled, his gaze following his hands as they unbuttoned her blouse and pants.
"Did you know I would wait at the window all day and night waiting for you to show up," she sighed in her thoughts, "and when you were later then the time you said I began to worry and think you weren't coming back?" The Undertaker paused, looking up her body as Sophie bit down her bottom lip to fight back a tear. "W-well I had a dream that you hadn't come back for a few days… and then I heard that you… ummmm… and that's why –"
"You worry too much," he mumbled to himself, finishing unbuttoning her clothes and leisurely slipped off her pants from her legs. "I could never leave a creature I own. Understand?" Then his smile curled as he shifted his body back up her, trailing his cold hands over the top of her chest and parting the white shirt from her body. He giggled in amusement, feeling Sophie shuddering underneath him at his cold touch. "Tumihi, mihi, mihi~~" he sighed into her skin, smirking when she let out a whimper and continued to shudder by his touches. "Say it," he told her, trailing his nails down her body and causing her to continue whimpering.
"Ego tibi, tibi… t-tibi…" she shuddered, gasping out in pain as he sank his nails into her back and he groaned in pleasure.
"You have a body I want to sink my teeth into," he growled to himself, trailing his head up the rest of her body and grinning over her. "You're blushing little maiden," he giggled, pressing a finger on her cheek before licking the blood off of his nail.
"Damn I know I am," she grumbled under her breath, moaning when he pressed his fingers into her rib cage and massaged her skin roughly with his thumbs.
"No wonder Jericho wants you," he hissed under his breath, kissing her lips gently before he ran his lips over her jaw line and down her neck. "You taste like honey~…" Undertaker sighed, pausing and lifting his head up and looked at her face. He gave her a gentle smile, which Sophie smiled back just as gently.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on the bed, Sophie giggling as she ended up on top of him. "U-undertaker what are you doing?" she giggled merrily and smiled down at him.
"Whatever you want little maiden," he giggled back, interested to see what she was going to do.
Sophie paused and blinked for a few minutes, before a devious grin appeared on her lips. "Est ut~?" she curled her lips, twirling a braid in his hair as she thought to herself for a few moments. Undertaker bit back the thought of slamming her lips back into his own, letting her decide what she wanted to do first. Sophie knocked off his hat and lifted his bangs from his eyes, giggling as she pressed a gentle finger over his scar and trailed it down his face. She smiled at the brightness in his eyes, kissing his eye affectionately before moving on down his body.
She quickly unbuttoned his coat and shed it onto the bed, grinding her body onto his and moaning into his bare chest. Undertaker bit down on his bottom lip, fighting back a moan that was surfacing on his throat and attempting to leave his mouth. Sophie licked her lips and brushed her tongue down his chest, groaning as she pressed her chest on the top of his pelvis. The Undertaker shuddered, unable to control his body as he wrapped around Sophie's waist and pulled her close. Then he gasped in pain, Sophie biting into the long scar over his chest and moaning as she lapped up his blood. She chuckled and moved her head down, unbuttoning his pants and throwing them off of his legs. "Little maiden are you sure about that?" he asked, Sophie looking up at him with a smirk on her face.
"I'm only teasing~ you," she snickered, pressing her hand on the top of his pelvis bones and compressing him into the bed. Undertaker chuckled before he tilted his head back to groan, flinching when Sophie jumped forward on the bed and set her hands on top of his chest again. She giggled, resting her head on his chest. "I don't want to go any farther," she told him with a sigh, looking up at him with a smile.
He grinned back, but was disappointed in her answer as he brought a hand up and stroked her auburn hair. "Alright," he chuckled, arching his back up and stretching one of his arms under his head. He set his other hand on top of his chest, cutting into his skin with a wide grin on his face.
Sophie eyed the warm crimson liquid trailing out of his skin, her crystal blue eyes glossing over as she inched her head to his chest and brushed her tongue against his skin. Undertaker chuckled at her hesitation, letting a moan escape his lips as she sank her teeth into his chest and drank his blood. "Ddaaaad," she groaned, feeling his hands trail down the curves of her body and slipping her underwear off of her hips and down her legs. She kicked off her underwear and pushed her body as close as she could on the Undertaker's skin, closing off the distance between them.
The Undertaker moaned back, shifting his back up and pressing her weight on his chest. He dragged his hands up and down the curves of her body, closing his eyes as he memorized every part of her body. He slipped a hand under his chest and cuffed her breast, chuckling with amusement as a groan escaped her lips. "Sophia…" he sighed to himself with a deep longing in his voice, opening his eyes when he heard Sophie groaning tiredly on his chest. He lifted his head and smirked, noticing that Sophie's eyes were closed and she was close to passing out. "Tired already?" he giggled to himself, slipping his arms around her and setting her back down comfortably on the bed.
He began sit up on the bed, but was stopped as Sophie reached out her hand for him. "D-don't go," she frowned, the Undertaker sighing as he threw his coat on the ground and slipped himself under the sheets next to her.
He looked at her and couldn't help but smile as she smiled happily at him, curling up into his body and rubbing her head against his chest. Undertaker giggled gleefully, rubbing her body up and down as she shuddered by his simple touch. "I won't go," he told her softly, wrapping his hands around her and letting her bury her head into his chest.
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Slowly eyes opened to the thin light shining into the room, her eyes looking over to find the older man passed out next to her. Sophie snickered quietly to herself as she ran a hand through his hair, parting his stray bangs again to see his white eyelashes in a calm slumber. She curled up in his loving embrace and waited for him to wake up, which seemed like hours to her.
Undertaker opened his eyes to only be greeted with big crystal blue and shinigami green eyes looking into his shinigami green and bright yellow eyes. He grinned, running a finger through her hair and down her cheek. "You seem to be back to normal now," he giggled lightly to himself.
"You think?" Sophie questioned him, yawning and scooting closer to his face. "I was hoping to get away with staying in bed for a few more weeks."
"I don't think little William will like it if you continue to sleep," the Undertaker chuckled, placing a kiss on her cheek as he lifted up his body to get ready for the day.
Sophie looked up at him in confusion, noticing that she was still butt naked but the Undertaker had his clothes except for his cloak, which he had hanging neatly on a chair. "… How long was I asleep?" she blinked puzzled.
"Three days," he chuckled, sitting back down on the bed once he had his coat on, "Just in time to see Grell I suppose?"
"I guess," Sophie yawned, wrapping her hands around his waist and refusing to get up, "but if I do then I'm probably going to have to work."
"You never know," he giggled and poked her nose, which caused her to let go and rub her nose with irritation. "Be back before ten," he grinned, grabbing her chin and kissing her lips gently before standing up and walking out of the bedroom.
Sophie sighed as she stood up and stretched, noticing Ahelie had wandered off some time ago. She walked over to her footlocker, which was situated right next to the closet, and propped the lid open to look inside. She threw a basic suit onto the bed, white collared shirt with a black coat. She took out the red and white ribbon and also threw that on the bed also, deciding to wear that for the day. She wasn't going to be fancy today, since she was still tired and was only going to the office because Grell asked her to. Grabbing a pair of underwear from her footlocker she quickly put her clothes on, unsure of the time and if she was late or not.
Slipping on her long black buckled boots Sophie walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, gathering her messenger bag and anything else she may need for the day. She walked into the main room with a smile planted on her face, grabbing a biscuit from an urn and sitting down on a coffin. "What time is it?" she decided to ask, watching as the Undertaker lifted his head and looked at a watch hidden under his clothes.
"Hmmmm…" he thought, trying to drag out Sophie's patience before he giggled to himself. "3:45," he chuckled to himself and watched as Sophie stood up and rubbed her tired eyes.
"Then I better get going," she sighed, walking over to the coat hanger and slipping her long black trench coat over her shoulders and setting the big black cowboy hat on her head. "I'll make sure I'm back by ten," she chuckled lightly, "but I'm not going to promise it."
"Alright~" he giggled as he put his long boney fingers back on his newest guest's head, "but if you're not back by ten then I have permission to punish you how I see fit."
"I'll make sure I'm late," she chuckled lightly, soon letting out a tired sigh as she opened the door to walk out. "Vale," she waved to him, closing the door behind him and disappearing down the fogged streets of London.
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Sophie let out a yawn as she climbed the large flight of stairs, finally making her way to the E level. She walked over to her desk, but quickly noticed that no one was around. "Grell?" she called out into the empty hallway, shrugging to herself as she looked over her desk at any paperwork she might have gotten. Noticing only a few stray papers that would need to be signed and a stack of forms she needed to complete, in detail, on her absence from the office, she grabbed the papers and set them in her messenger bag. "If you're not here in one minute I'm leaving," she talked to herself, swinging the bag over her shoulder and flipping open her pocket watch. 3:57. Well she wasn't late, so where was he?
"Sophie?" she heard a voice from behind, looking over to see Jericho setting a stack of papers down on a nearby desk and smiling happily at her. "Why are you here?"
"Grell told me to come by," Sophie grumbled to herself as she pointed to his desk, "but he doesn't seem to be here. So? Am I going back to work anytime soon?"
"Oh god not this again," he chuckled, walking over to her and leaning against her desk. "Why do you love to get back to work all the time? I can see that your arms are still bruised from the Leviathan."
"I don't love to work myself to death," she shook her head, "but it's why I'm alive right? My only reason of truly being alive? You know how hard it is to keep track of several thousand different families that are either for or against you? Once you're bed stricken they all rise up and start wars. That's why I just like to avoid everything by simply going back to work. If I work for a day and don't feel sick, then I know I can do everything else," she smiled.
"… That's not healthy," he sighed.
"It has to be done," she huffed back. "Hmmm… I think I'll send a letter to Rob if I'm going to be kept waiting," she sighed to herself, letting out a loud whistle with her fingers before giving him a smile.
"You still write to that man?" Jericho asked.
"Yeah," Sophie shrugged. "He keeps me updated and I do the same for him." Jericho nodded in understanding as Noco flew up the stairs and landed on Sophie's chair, cooing as she smiled and scratched his head. "Are you up to flying back to America yet?" she asked him, the hawk bobbing his head and flapping up on Jericho's shoulder.
"Hey Noco," Jericho chuckled as the bird cooed back, tilting his head as Jericho scratched his neck. He watched as Sophie sat down at her desk and pulled out a piece of paper and ink, writing a down a quick message before handing it over to Jericho to read.
Ro- -an,
Thank you for the latest letter you had written to me. Working in the London division is… should I say boring? Perhaps irritating is the right word. Regardless I miss working in the Americas. There were more adventures to be made and fewer laws that could be broken, but I don't regret my decision. My dad is fine and everything is fine. Jericho and I are back together, but we ran into some problems the other day. Mister Earthborn sent my superior angel after me to destroy the city of London. Jamal even contracted himself to the Leviathan to finish the job. I fought back and sent the Leviathan back to Hell, but not without contracting major wounds and having to use one of the feathers given to me by Raphael. Is it common for the Leviathan to come after only me or am I just the exception? Did my father have this problem too?
I was also wondering about my replacement. How is Niles? Will I have to find a different replacement or put myself back in the position? I can if they need me back, but I won't if you don't. You said something about a sickness going around the Hopi tribe. Who has died? I promised the chief, the medicine man, and Aponivi that I would return if they died. They wanted me to help with the embalming process and funeral rights, and I certainly can once I know they've died. If it happens then connect me immediately. I want to pay my respects like anyone else.
The vampire, the one after Roze, is he still looking for her? I would guess you would know since you… well you know. If you meet him, tell him that if he comes after Veronica I will use all my powers to destroy him. I'm not kidding. I won't let him threaten my family without my direct involvement.
Anyways, I hope you are doing fine. The demon problem seems to be under control, but it's still difficult. Everyone is making me sleep. Can you believe that?
Keep your soul and yourself safe.
Serbus
"You think that demon is still after Veronica?" Jericho asked, Sophie taking the letter from him and rolling it up into a small, tight scroll.
"Yes," Sophie sighed, "and I'm tired of him showing up. I'm this close to killing him once and for all."
"Maybe you should," Jericho chuckled.
She frowned, "but that's the thing. I can't. That damn demon was able to make a spell or contract that deems my efforts powerless. I can defend, but never attack. Marius tried and also failed… I don't know."
"Well you can only hope for the best," Jericho smiled, tilting his shoulder towards her so Sophie could tie the message on Noco's leg before he jumped off.
Sophie smiled, scratching the hawk's head as she gave him a small treat from her bag. "Deliver this to Maximilian," she told the bird, letting it coo in her hand before he spread his wings to take off. Then Noco took off and flew down the stairs, the two shinigamis hearing surprised yells at the bottom of the stairs as Noco left the building. "God these buildings," she grumbled to herself.
"Rather be outside?" he chuckled, letting out a tired sigh until they heard commotion at the bottom of the stairs as a hoard of feet made their way up.
"Mr. Serkan!" one of them called to Jericho, running down the hallway and almost colliding into a chair.
"What is it Mr. Griffin?" he sighed to himself, the shinigami looking over at Sophie before he looked back at Jericho.
"There are demons making their way into our realm!" he yelped.
"How many?" Jericho asked as he picked up his papers from his desk.
"Several hundred it seems –"
"Take this to the receptionist," Jericho ordered as he shoved his papers into the man's arms. "Now Mrs. Serbus – Sophie where did you go – Sophie! What are you doing?"
Sophie huffed as she set her foot off of the window, looking over at him with a pout. "I was going to help, duh! I want to tear apart some demons anyways," she smirked at him.
"Rest," he grumbled and narrowed his eyes at her.
"No," she grumbled back. "I'm off duty anyways so you can't tell me what to do," she smirked, placing her foot back on the window and jumping out the window.
Jericho shook his head before he chuckled easily amused, looking over at the hesitant shinigami who was holding onto the papers tightly. "Never listens," he smirked, casually walking down the stairs and letting the shinigami snap out of his trance before following hastily behind him.
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"haHAHA!" Sophie laughed, swinging her long black scythe around her body and slashing several demons at once in the stomach. "Take that! And that!" she yelled, continuing to swing her scythe around and keeping the demons at a fair distance away from the white buildings. She jumped up a hill so she could see the layout of the advances, smirking once she noticed that there was no formation to the attacks whatsoever. "Oh you're only making this too easy~" she snickered, flipping her blood-stained auburn hair from her face and fixing her outfit slightly.
"Changed into your angelic form huh?" Jericho asked as he jumped next to her holding a long broadaxe, Sophie giving him a smirk as she tightened the robe around her waist.
"I would get my clothes all bloody if I didn't," she chuckled. "This looks too easy Jericho."
"That's great," he smirked, "but don't overexert yourself –"
"Ah I'm not a baby. I can handle myself!" she grinned, jumping onto several trees and jumping into the middle of the hoard of demons. Jericho shook his head and laughed, jumping in after her and slashing the demons away with his broadaxe.
After fifteen minutes of demons running into the fighting and being hacked up into tiny pieces, Jericho let out a huff and wiped the blood off of his face with his sleeve. "That was a bit more than I anticipated," he sighed to himself.
Sophie twirled around in a circle and finished off the last six demons jumping at her from all sides, straightening herself once she was done and letting out a hearty laugh. "All the more to kill?" she grinned, letting the blood drip down from her black hood and down her death scythe.
"Now aren't you a bloody~ mess?" he laughed, taking out a cloth and damping it with his water skin.
"Speak for yourself," she stuck out her tongue out at him, taking out a handkerchief and cleaning the blood from her face so she could see clearly. "You're covered in as much blood as I am –"
"Actually no," he chuckled. "Your clothes are covered. I have some bare spots."
"Aw~~ You were making me do all the dirty work?" she smirked, turning around and walking up to the top of the hill. "I'm not even working you know."
"I think you'll have to now," he laughed, "because if you can run around swinging scythes at algae then you must be better."
"Oh poo," Sophie huffed again, "I was hoping to get a few more weeks off –"
"Hey where's the party?" they heard at the top of the hill, Sophie's eyes suddenly sparking with excitement as she dropped her scythe on the ground and rushed up the hill. "You seem to be having a ball – AGH SOPHIE!"
"AAAHH OH MY GOD!" Sophie laughed, jumping up and down as she crushed the taller woman in a vice-griping hug. "OH MY GODOHMYGODHOWAREYOU –"
"My god get off!" the other woman yelped with dread in her voice. Sophie let go, but keep her hands on the other woman's shoulder, smiling widely and unable to bottle up her enthusiasm. "Great now I'm covered in blood," she sighed as she shook her head and tried to wipe the blood off with her sleeves.
"Aw~ rough sea voyage Rose?" Sophie snickered at her.
"Dreadful~" she grumbled, looking over at Sophie before bursting out into laughter. "Don't give me that look! You look like a small pup doggie that was kicked in the face."
"B-b-b-b-b-but –" Then Sophie stopped, a grin showing back up on her face as she let go of her. "You know I can't be separated from my wifie for too~ long."
"Aw~ I missed you too," Rose chuckled, patting Sophie on the back as they began to walk up to the white buildings. "By the way do you know where Alexander is? I would have started looking for him, but I don't know where to start."
"Sure I can find him for you!" Sophie smiled, sucking in a breath and being halted by a finger before she could yell.
"Ummm… don't yell," she sighed. "I have a headache."
"Oh poo," Sophie frowned, sighing as she closed her eyes and thought of a different strategy. "Well I guess it can't be helped huh? Let's get going –"
"Are you okay?" Rose frowned, grabbing hold of Sophie's face and glaring her hazy silver and shinigami green eyes, with a double-iris, into Sophie's bright crystal blue and light gleam of shinigami green. "… You got into trouble again?"
"Yeah they're making me take some time off –"
"Jericho!" Rose growled as she glared over at the man finally standing next to them, who was holding Sophie's black death scythe in his hand. "How could you? Letting Sophie rest, really? Before you know it she's going to get giggly on us again," she huffed, a hidden grin on her lips as Jericho rolled his eyes.
"Hey!" Sophie huffed as Rose let go of her face. "You – you're pulling my leg aren't you?" she shook her head before she giggled.
"You seem happy enough жена," Rose chuckled. "We can talk about what happened later. Let's find my муж first," she grinned, grabbing Sophie's bloody hands with her black gloves and pulling her up the hill and to the entrance of one of the buildings. "Alistair! Sasha!" Rose yelled, pulling Sophie around as she twirled her body around looking for them.
"Ack!" Sophie yelped as she was tugged around in circles, letting out a tired huff as she was let go and fell to the ground, flopping an arm over her eyes. "Where did those urchins go –"
Sophie let out a surprised yelp as a large amount of weight fell on her stomach. "Тетушка! Тетушка!" she heard from the small bodies jumping on her stomach, a hand grabbing hold of her arm and pulling it from her eyes.
She chuckled as she looked up at the two children. "Дети," she smiled, wrapping her arms around them in a tight bear hug and giggling as she rolled around on the ground with them in her arms. "How was the trip?" she grinned, looming over them as she kept the two children in place with her arms.
"Great," the younger girl giggled, shifting and trying to get out from under her weight, "Auntie Dora stayed with us for a while and then left!"
"Is that so?" Sophie smiled, looking over at the older boy, only older by a year's difference, and nuzzled her nose into his neck. "And how are you Al?"
"O-okay," he sighed, trying to avoid eye contact with Sophie.
"Now don't be like that," Sophie huffed, lifting up her arm so Sasha could escape her grasp. "I want a detailed report out of you," she grinned.
"Okay," he shrugged, "I'm okay. The trip was good, but I don't like how cold it is here."
"It's not that cold," Sasha laughed, jumping on Sophie's back and wrapping her arms around her neck. "You've been complaining this whole~ time."
"S-so this was you grew up Тетушка?" Alistair asked, Sophie letting him roll out from under him as she collapsed her body and grabbed Sasha's hand tightly.
"Yep!" Sophie grinned, standing up as Sasha giggled happily from getting a piggyback ride.
Alistair looked up as Sophie twirled Sasha around, before she let her go and set Sasha back on the ground. "Does that mean that… ummm…"
"Let me guess," Sophie poked her chin with her finger, pretending to think as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You… want… to… see… the –"
"The mortuary!" Sasha giggled happily. "He's been waiting to see the cemetery the whole~ time. It's getting irritating."
"Sasha!" Alistair pouted, shaking his head and running a hand through his short dirty blonde hair.
"He wants to cut up some bodies," Sasha giggled, Alistair growling at her as Sophie shook her head and laughed at them.
"Oh you too," she chuckled, walking over to Jericho and grabbing her death scythe from him. "Let me guess, you want me to go over some training with you?"
"Yes please," Sasha smiled, hopping over to her as Alistair casually made his way over to his mother and grabbed the side of her black suit pants.
"Well I'm still recovering from a few wounds," Sophie told them honestly, "but I could show you around. The mortuary too, but I think your mama wants to sleep."
"Okay," Sasha nodded, skipping over to the other side of Rose's leg and latching to her arm. "So how did you get into trouble this time Тетушка?"
"I'll tell you the story later," Sophie chuckled as she opened the building's door and held it open for them. "It can be a fun bedtime story," she told them as they passed through the doors. Sophie and Rose looked at each other with a smile, Jericho holding out his arm to Sophie as she wrapped her arm into his and set her head on his shoulder as they walked into the white buildings.
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A/N: Gasp new characters? =O Now I wonder, do they take after their parents or another character from the story? *hint hint, nudge nudge* XD Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm excited now! I've been waiting to write these OCs in for quite some time now. Success! =D
hak – Turkish – right
Ergo coniicere video te puncto – Latin – I guess I see your point
Vale – Latin – goodbye
Roza – Russian – rose
Nosti amore tui non est numerus, aequum – Latin – You know my love for you has no bounds, right
Mihi tantum vos esse felices, amore – Latin – I only want you to be happy, love
scio – Latin – I know
Non devoravit mihi trium dierum – Latin – You have not devoured me in three days
debetis mei – Latin – you owe me
Sum numquam relinquo vobis – Latin – I would never leave you
ego tibi – Latin – I am yours
est ut – Latin – is that so
Maximilian – German – greatest
жена – Russian – wife
муж – Russian – husband
Тетушка – Russian – auntie
Дети – Russian – children, little ones