Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Here's a new chapter… heh. It seems you guys were excited to see what happens next. Well here it is! ENJOY!
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"Come on run, run!"
"What is that thing?"
"It's coming closer Sophie! Help us!"
"Help! Help!"
Sophie whimpered, twitching her eyelids as she tried to open them. When she opened her eyes she moved her head away from the sudden light, the darkness in the room overwhelming her. Usually the damp bedroom in the morgue was comforting, but her head was still processing darkness without any shadows and murkiness. She cuffed her head into her hands, turning her body to the side as she groaned in agonizing pain. She sat in a curled up position on the bed, refusing to take her hands away from her face as she tried to build confidence to move her hands away.
"Sophie~~" she heard a low murmur from the door, a giggle escaping the Undertaker's lips as he crept over to her and poked her on the cheek. "I know you're awake," he snickered, Sophie groaning in response as she refused to let Undertaker pry her hands away from her face.
"It hurts," she huffed at him, rolling away from him and trying to avoid his hands.
She let out a frightened squeak as she felt long bony hands grab hold of the top of her chest and the bottom of her stomach, pinning her up right on the bed. She could feel him move on top of her, pinning her down farther to the point where she couldn't move around. "Little maiden~" he whispered softly into her ear, "you need to open your eyes if you want to last here in the land of the living~" Sophie answered him with a groan, slowly moving her hands away but wincing and covering them again as soon as the moonlight shined into her eyes. Undertaker chuckled lightly, taking her hands into his as the tense expression on her face slowly became calm. "Trust me~~" he hummed into her ear, gently prying her hands away from her eyes. Slowly Sophie opened her eyelids, her bright crystal blue eyes staring up into Undertaker's dazzling emerald and golden eyes.
They both exchanged smiles to each other, Undertaker smiling his famous Cheshire cat grin and Sophie beaming back with a tender smile on her face. "D-dad…" she sighed happily, "I-I thought I had fallen asleep back in the underworld."
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a grin on his face, placing her hands down on her chest and smiling down at her sweetly.
"E-everything is sore," she explained, "e-especially my hand… I-is it still g-lowing?"
"I'm afraid so," he smiled as he brought her left hand to his lips and tenderly kissed the top of her hand, "but I can easily fix that… if you still consider that I own you."
"Of c-course I do," Sophie huffed lightly at him, "n-nothing has change si-nce I left."
"Good," he exclaimed, "I will set up preparations then –"
"What preparations?" Sophie blinked at him confused.
"Nothing," he giggled and kissed her nose, "nothing at all."
She huffed, shaking her head at him and looking over at the wall. "… I'm still tired," she sighed.
"Then I'll let you sleep," he chuckled, "if you tell me something."
"Hmmm?" she tilted her head to the side.
"What happened down there?" He sighed, gently squeezing her hands in his palms, "Are you different? Why did you bring a soul with you?... Do you know what you are now?"
Sophie smiled, shifting her body so she could see Undertaker's eyes better. "I was shoved into the lowest pits of darkness," she began to explain, "or that's what they told me. No, I'm still the same old me. I doubt I changed… I-I think. Even if I did I wouldn't want to… you know that." She sighed, "As for the soul that is Oba, son of Pharaoh. A firstborn child that my soul had absorbed four thousand years ago… I plan on evaluating every soul that is trapped there, seeing as it was me, my father, and my soul that trapped them there. I don't know if it's guilt or an inner impulse of mine, but I feel that every soul needs to go back to their original destinations. I can't live with myself if I let them stay there… knowing the darkness is slowly eating away at their souls." That's when she looked away from his gaze, looking over at the gray wall hidden in the shadows of the night. "I do not know who I am and I do not want to find out," she exhaled her breath in a tiresome way. "They kept calling me different beings: Darkness, Anubis, Erebus, Chaos, Death UGH!" she groaned, "It was infuriating. I just want to be Sophie… is that too much to ask?"
"No little maiden," he chuckled, "no… I'll always~ call you my little maiden, Sophia, you know that."
She smiled looking up at him as her eyes looked into his, "T-thanks dad," she chuckled, shifting her weight as she got comfortable on the bed. "I-I don't even know how I would get this far without you."
Undertaker smiled, planting a kiss upon her lips before pulling away and sitting off to the side of the bed. "Let Oba out," he told her, "I'll keep an eye on him." Sophie nodded as she closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath as the spirit of Oba left her body and stumbled onto the floor. "Great," he chuckled, "Now go back to sleep and when you awaken we will get rid of your pain." Without giving him any comments Sophie cracked a smile and descended back into her slumber, trusting that Undertaker would take care of the soul. "So boy," he chuckled, "would you like to help your master?"
"Y-yes mister," Oba nodded, pushing himself off of the ground and following Undertaker out of the room and down the dark hallway.
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"What is today now?" Oba asked astounded.
"May 19, 1888," the Undertaker chuckled as he decided to work on one of his guests as they waited for Sophie to wake up again.
"What is a May?" Oba huffed. "Why do you call this 1888?"
"It is obvious that the years have changed since you have been alive, young one," Undertaker explained, "I don't see why you need to complain. Why not sit back and listen to the conversations before speaking? You will learn more than asking questions every single time someone speaks."
"I guess sir," Oba sighed, looking up from his seat on the coffin towards the curtain the led into the hallway. "… Do you know what master is sir?"
"I never have," Undertaker giggled lightly to himself, "even with her father, which is why I find her so fun and fascinating to keep around."
"Are you her biological father or did you just adopt her?" he asked suddenly. "Because I noticed you're being affectionate to her… will she be your wife?"
"My boy," Undertaker chuckled, "in this time and age marrying your daughter is strictly frowned upon."
"Oh…" Oba huffed, "That's weird. My mama was my father's sister. I don't see a problem in that. Why? She does not like you?"
"I don't know boy," he sighed, "and no, we are not related –"
"Then more of a reason to be wed right?" Oba asked, sitting on the edge of his coffin and waiting for Undertaker's answer.
"Why are you pushing the idea for us to be mates?" Undertaker asked as he pulled tightly on the string in his hand and cut the thread loose.
"… You helped her," Oba explained, "knew where we were, and you seem to know what is going on with master. Master loves you, you love master… I don't see why you shouldn't," he shrugged.
"Because boy," Undertaker responded as he began to put his needles and thread away in their proper places around the room, "If little maiden doesn't want an intimate relationship with me then I will grant her that wish. I would rather see her happy then be bound to me and all my whims. There is a thing called love~, boy, and perhaps you should look into the idea farther. You may like what you find~"
Oba shrugged, "I-I guess…" Then he looked up, suddenly being alert before a soft rustle came from the end of the hall. "Master is waking up." He looked over at the Undertaker as he finished putting his tools away, closing the coffin lid before bringing his sleeve to his face and giggling insanely. "Y-you… what are you going to do?" he asked as he looked to the middle of the room where a large table had been moved with candles surrounding the place.
"You'll see~" the Undertaker snickered before he put his sleeve down and walked over to the main door. Locking the door he flipped the sign from open to close and closed the blinds, which was usually held open so pedestrians can become frightened by the sights within. "Or perhaps not. If you would like to go somewhere else you are welcome to –"
"No," Oba huffed, "I am old enough… are you going to perform a ritual or something?"
"You could say that," Undertaker smiled as he walked past him and towards the hallway, "now either walk into a different room or sit in the corner. If something happens I don't want you to get hurt." Oba nodded as he got up and sat down on a coffin in the far off corner of the mortuary, listening as the Undertaker's boots 'clanked' across the floor as he came near the bedroom.
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'Poke' 'poke' 'giggle' Sophie could hear in the back of her mind as she groaned in her sleep and tried desperately to stay in the eternal rest she was able to keep herself in. "Little maiden~" she began to hear, her cheek being poked again as she let out a grumble in response. Followed by another chuckle, a hand reached around her head and set her up.
She woke up groaning as her crystal blue, shinigami green, and yellow eyes pierced with hatred at the older man that was waking her up. "D-dad, come on," she frowned, keeping her body limp as he tilted her chin up so he could see her expressions clearly.
"You want to get rid of the pain?" he asked, Sophie giving him a weak nod as she closed her eyes in a tired manner. "Then come with me~~" the Undertaker instructed her, helping Sophie lift her body off of the bed and walk down the hallway.
Sophie sighed. The more she was here in the land of the living the weaker she began to feel. She was feeling sluggish, slow, and machine-like. Everything she was doing was mechanical; by the way she walked down the hallway and the way she clung to Undertaker's arm. She felt she had been asleep for many years, like a mummified body that had arisen from its grave and began to walk on the earth. This was the consequence of staying in the darkness for so long… even though the time she felt was two days while the rest of the world had moved seven. Perhaps that's how the darkness is, a place with no real time or motion, where everything is nothing and nothing is the darkness.
Walking through the curtain she peeked inside, taking a few cautionary steps back as she looked at the scene before her. "W-what is this?" she shuddered frightened. "W-why an altar – are you going to sacrifice me?" she whimpered, looking up at the Undertaker as she waited for an answer.
"Sacrifice?" Undertaker began to laugh, the walls beginning to shake as Sophie tried to back away from him. Then he roughly grabbed her hand, stopping her in her retreat as she let out a frightened whimper. "I would never to that little maiden," he said in a quiet voice, kissing the top of her hand gently, "never…"
"T-then why?" she whimpered as she was forced to stay in the room under his grip.
He sighed, running his other hand over her cheek and gently cuffing her face. "We need to keep your powers at bay," he said softly as he loosened his grip on her hand as he slowly cornered her into the wall. "Since tu mihi, it is my responsibility to keep you safe. Not that I need to seal your powers away, oh no," he chuckled lightly, "but disguise it… make your scent mine… that's what needs to be done." He let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing the top of their foreheads against each other as he grinned at her happily. "Even after Michael released your powers you still~ don't know your own strength. My little maiden, I thought I raised you better," he teased her and giggled at the expressions she was making with her face.
"And how will you do that, hmmm~?" Sophie pouted. "What are you really, a demon? –"
"No," he answered sternly, pressing her body closer to the wall as he pressed his chest into her. "I am no demon. I am strictly a shinigami, legendary shinigami I suppose," he giggled before letting out a weary sigh. "I promised I would take care of you, promised to keep you safe, and in turn you promised me yourself. Do you know who you are? Of course not," he chuckled lightly, "Nor did your father. Nor do you want to find out who and where your soul comes from. That is fine, but you must know by now that your soul is a daimon soul?" He questioned her, Sophie giving him a slight nod of the head as she looked up waiting for him to continue. "You know how word daimon souls work, correct?" he continued to ask.
"Y-yes," she nodded. "Daemons are evil creatures that –"
"No that's where you're wrong," he chuckled lightly. "I wasn't referring to daemons, but dai-mons. They are good or benevolent natured spirits with the same natures as both mortals and gods, which is still being debated if they are forces of nature or gods themselves. That's what your soul is, not a demon. Do you understand?"
Sophie had to process the new information for a few moments. Not a demon? That's all she's been hearing all her life… there is something the Undertaker must know that other beings don't, but why does he? That's what she was beginning to get afraid of, how he knows all of this. "I-I understand," she shuddered, turning her head away and letting out immense gasps. Even if she didn't quite understand everything he was trying to tell her, she was going to trust his word about the subject. She honestly didn't want to hear about the subject anymore, even if the questions about herself continue to pile on top of each other in her mind.
"Good," he snickered, letting go of her waist and tilting her head up to look up at him. "Now," Undertaker whispered quietly, holding onto her hands and rubbing them in the palms of his hands, "let's rid you of this pain. You must be starving~~"
Sophie froze, feeling his hand run down her side to her stomach and gently rubbed it back and forth, causing her to whimper slightly. "I don't know what you mean," she sighed, turning her gaze down to her stomach as she felt an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"How about this," he huffed, "I tell you step by step what I'm doing… alright?" he grinned happily at her.
She cracked a smile then, glad that she wasn't going to be kept in the dark no longer. "Alright," she giggled, "I like that idea."
"Then promise me you'll follow my directions precisely~" he breathed into her ear, causing a chill to roll down her spine.
"Y-yes Undertaker," she answered as her body began to tremble, "d-ad… father. Yes."
"Take off your clothes," he whispered, his hands gripping around her waist as he began to pull her pants down. Sophie shuddered as she felt his bare hands drifting down her legs, her hands going up to her white shirt and undoing her buttons one by one. He smirked, throwing her clothes off to the side and leaving her in nothing but her underwear. "Now come," he smirked, wrapping his hands around her waist and picking her up into his arms. Undertaker walked over to the table he had laying in the middle of the room and set her down on top, crawling on top of her as the candles mysteriously lit around them in an eerie orange glow. "Cross your hands over your chest with your left hand on top," he told her, Sophie doing exactly as he told her and waiting for further instructions. He let out a low breathe and picked up her left hand, Sophie's arm trying to move him away as a painful surge of pain swept through her body. "It's okay," he said calmly, "I won't harm you…" Undertaker brought her hand up to his lips and he gently kissed her marking, the skull glowing intensely as Sophie began to whimper in pain.
He stuck out his tongue and licked her hand, first licking up from her fingers down to her wrists and then from one edge of the thorns to the other side of the thorns. Sophie bit down her bottom lip as she shuddered underneath him, the pain starting to become unbearable. He continued this routine till the marking began to vanish, withdrawing into her hand and diminishing till it was nothing but a black faint glow. "That's a good girl~" he cooed as a way to reassure her, resuming till the marking had completely vanished on her hand. Then he gently set her left hand back on top of her right hand, pressing her hands together as he lifted himself up a tiny bit, holding back pant sounds as Sophie huffed and puffed below him. He grinned at her, showing off his Cheshire cat grin as she smiled weakly back up at him. "Are you ready for more~?" he smirked wearily.
"T-there's more?" Sophie huffed, flinching as his face crept uncomfortably closer to her own.
"You smell as powerful as the darkness and as grim as death," he snickered, pressing her body up off of the table and closer to his face. "You also have a horrid~ scent of gory perfume, and for that I need to punish~ you~~" Sophie whimpered in fear, her body subconsciously shifting away from him as she tried to pull away. "Awww~ you scared?" he giggled, Sophie's eyes closing tightly as she tried to inch herself away from him. "Don't worry," he chuckled softly, running a nail through her hair and down to her cheek, "I won't hurt you." Undertaker gently pressed his lips against her own, running his tongue over her mouth and asking for entrance. Hesitantly she opened her mouth to him, letting the Undertaker explore the inside of her mouth as his hands drifted up and down her body sensually, one of his hands cuffing her chest and fondling her breast while the other drifted down to her panties and intertwined his fingers into the lining.
Letting go of her mouth she let out a gasp for air, his mouth running down her neck and down her collar bone. "W-wait," she shuddered, the Undertaker pinning her wrists above her head before he stopped and grinned up at her.
"Why little maiden?" he cooed at her, her face starting to blush wildly. "Drained~~?"
"N-no," she continued to shudder, "I-I… I c-can't see your eyes." He raised an eyebrow as she shyly moved her head into her arm, panting deeply as she felt her cheeks continuing to turn heavy with a red-tint color. "Y-you're scar-ing me… I-I can't see you," she trembled.
"Oh I am so sorry little maiden," he stared at her stunned for a few moments before he gently smiled at her and let go of her wrists. She pulled her arms quickly into her chest, watching as he ran his fingers through his long silver hair and staring at her through his intense shinigami green and yellow eyes. "I should have been more considera –" he paused, looking down at awe at the sweat-stricken beauty under him as she stared up at him with piercing blue, green, and yellow eyes. Never before had he seen her this way, the way her eyes held tenderness in them and the sweat rolled off her body making her glisten under the candle light. He had to fight back all urges to take advantages of her in this state, chuckling to himself as he took his mind off of her body and back on his true intentions. His eyes leisurely stared down at her as she smiled happily back, putting her life into his hands as she blinked and waited for whatever came next.
Undertaker sighed, leaning back on her chest and nibbling on her collarbone, causing Sophie to close her eyes and let out a soft moan. He slipped his hand back under her panties, slipping her underwear off as his free hand roamed around on her breast and twisted her nipple. She gasped, arching her back as he wrapped his mouth around her other breast and began to suck and fondle with her chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered as he continued, letting out a surprised gasp as he pressed a nail against her entrance. "My dear you need to calm down," he giggled, Sophie shuddering as she shook her head and bit down on her bottom lip. "Oh? Refusing my instructions now?" he smirked, pressing his teeth into her skin and grazing the top of her breasts. She yelped as he did, intertwining her legs around his hips as she tried to stay responsive. Leaving her chest he drifted down to her hips, gently removing her legs around him and pressing her pelvis back down on the cold table. His saliva trailed down her chest and down her stomach, the Undertaker stopping as he rubbed her belly and gave her a quick kiss. Sophie brought her hands up to her face as she trembled at his touch, unsure if she was really enjoying him or enjoying the foreign sensation he gave her.
He grabbed her legs and sneaked his head in between her, kissing her gently as she quivered. He softly rubbed her thighs as he stuck his tongue inside of her, Sophie letting out a startled yelp as he kept her down with his hands. She continued to yelp and shudder as he stroked her insides, eventually looking up at her with a devious grin on his face. She could barely keep her mind on him as she tightly closed her eyes, the Undertaker leaving her pelvis and licking down her thigh and down her leg. "You're so delicious my dear," he giggled at her, looking up her body and at her bright red cheeks. Setting her feet down he crawled back on top of her, looming over her as she shied away from him and tried to hide her blushing. "Adorable," he smiled, pressing his lips against her own and moaning into her throat.
Sophie gasped, delighted as he pressed his body on top of hers and held her close to his chest. "A-are we done?" she looked up at him, her crystal eyes shining into his bright green and yellow eyes.
He smirked, pressing his lips against her own again before holding her close to him. "Yes," he chuckled, "we are. Why? You weren't enjoying it?"
"I-I don't know," Sophie huffed, blushing red mad as she buried her face into his shoulder. "I-I'm still confused w-why you had to do t-hat."
"Well," he whispered into her ear, "you'll feel the effects in the morning~" His gaze left Sophie's for a moment, looking over at the spirit watching them from the corner. "So boy what do you think?" Undertaker giggled at Oba as he continued to blush and hide away behind a coffin.
"Oba!" Sophie yelped, gripping Undertaker's jacket tightly as she tried to hide herself beneath some clothes. "W-wha – mmMMMPH!"
She was silenced as the he pressed his lips roughly into hers, oddly enough calming her down to the point where she laid exhausted on the table. "You don't seem to understand how life worked in the past, do you little maiden?" he giggled at her as she lay panting underneath him. "Children learn from their parents the basics of life," he whispered into her ear, "since we used to all live in a tight living space." He looked down at her and giggled, brushing a nail over her red cheek before giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Let's get you to bed," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her body and tenderly picking her off of the table, "you must be exhausted~ little maiden."
"Y-yeah, yea-h," Sophie breathed into his ear, still blushing intensely as she kept her hands wrapped around his neck and her body pressed up against him.
Undertaker chuckled at her clinginess, pausing at the curtain and grinning at Oba. "We can talk later," he said simply, the candles burning out with one light gust of wind as he brought her down the hallway and back into the bedroom.
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A/N: You know I don't even know how I end up writing this smut… Meh. Don't know if I should find that a blessing or a curse XD Anyways next chapter we're going to wander back to the main plot ^^ SEE YOU LATER!