Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
Annalise © Grimm The Undertaker
A/N: And now here's another one! (as I said I'm trying to catch up. So I've been posting a lot it seems ^^) Now some average stuff, just a bit of a filler for the next part. I think I had writer's block at this point too so everything will be rocky, but that's alright. As long as I'm writing =3 Well… ENJOY!
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"Hey Grell!" Sophie raised a hand to him as she noticed Sasha sitting with him next to his cubical. "What's up?"
"Nothing~" Grell giggled.
"… You seem different Тетушка," Sasha noticed.
"Oh?" Sophie chuckled. "How so?"
"… You smell different," Sasha stood up and sniffed her black cloak. "You smell… well you have a weird scent on you."
"Have you been sleeping with other men?" Grell gasped, a snicker escaping Sasha's throat at Sophie chuckled lightly.
"I'll explain," Sophie held up her hand, grabbing her chair and swinging it over to Grell's desk. "First off is this," she sighed, holding her left hand to Grell as the marking on her hand slowly became visible.
"W-what's that?" Grell yelped, grabbing her hand and pulling her roughly towards him.
Sasha looked over Grell's shoulder at the visible mark, a gasp escaping her throat as she pressed a finger upon it. "S-so this is what mama was talking about…" Sasha realized, "but hang on. You don't smell like a demon Тетушка –"
"The archangel, Michael, unleashed the other soul that had been buried away inside of me," Sophie decided to just explain if they hadn't heard yet, "and this is the visible marking that shows he had done so." She set her hands down on her lap and sighed, the mark disappearing on her hand as she scratched her nose and thought. "I started seeing corpses coming for my soul, but really they were souls that were trapped by that other soul. I went into Hell and came back here to evaluate them… then just this morning I sent each soul to their rightful destination in the afterlife. After that… well here I am! There's more, but a lot happened."
"You still haven't explained to me why you don't smell familiar," Sasha huffed.
Sophie smiled at them, revealing one of her white wings as it slowly spread out behind her. "You mean this~??"
"Wings?" came a voice from behind, Sophie turning around to find Rose staring at her in bewilderment. "W-what has happened to you –"
"When I completed my mission white wings were formed indicating that I finished the mission," Sophie continued to explain, "and… well… my father would have had them if he had done what I decided to do, but since he didn't I'm the one with the wings. Marius said they show the state of my heart, my actual soul I suppose." Then she chuckled lightly as the wings disappeared behind her, "They're physically attached to my body now… it's really weird."
"No kidding," Grell huffed and slouched in his chair. "Not telling me anything~"
"I'm sorry~" Sophie pouted, "but I had a lot on my plate. If you need me to do extra work I will, but heck I didn't even tell Jericho! I just didn't have the time – Oh yeah that reminds me." She pulled out a scroll from under her cloak and looked at the ribbon, the name 'The Dark Rider' written in shining gold upon black ribbon. "I should read this before something else happens."
"W-what's that?" Sasha asked as she crawled up onto Sophie's lap to see the scroll better.
"Someone gave it to me in Hell," Sophie shrugged, "and I should probably read this."
The other two shinigamis leaned in close to look over Sophie's shoulder as she cut the ribbon off with her knife and opened up the scroll. Looking it over she raised an eyebrow, bewildered of the message she had been given. "W-what does it say?" Rose asked, Sophie letting out a cough as she looked it over.
"Dearest Dark Rider,
How kindly of you for returning my boat to me. It is greatly appreciated, since I no longer have help in the underworld ever since the belief of my existence is unnoticed. Thank you for returning the 7,700,000 souls back to their destined afterlives. My lord did not know what to do since they have been going unnoticed by your family for thousands of years and only your family could evaluating them. Even I, the ferryman of the underworld, cannot go as far down into Hades as you can. I assume your mission has been completed? If so then you must have gained your wings back for your original soul, the soul and body that is host over the darker soul inside of you has borne wings. They are probably white, as was your brother's when he was destined to be born. I trust they are causing you pain. There is a remedy for that, but I doubt you would like to try it. It involves severing your nerves and being unable to use them ever again.
I have spoken to the Moirai and they have discussed with me your fate. According to Lachesis, the man whom you love deeply is destined to be your husband in your latter future. The man whom you call your love is not the man and will betray your heart. You will continue to experience many trials in your life till you use a feather of healing. Until you do your life will be charged with downfalls, especially upon your own family and those around you.
My mistress would like to speak to you again in the Palace of Hades when you are available. I can see already that you have fought many trials, but as friends she would like to discuss the situation concerning your soul. You continue to say you belong to another, but do you truly belong to him? Those are the questions we need to answer. Lastly I would love to get some help down here. No one helps me when the souls are evaluated and sent below; some help from those earth dwellers called shinigamis would be helpful.
Do send Death my regards. We hope to see you again in the latter days.
Charon"
"My goodness Sophie," Rose shook her head, "who are you talking to?"
"I-I was just talking to the boatman in Hell," Sophie huffed.
Rose mumbled and reached down to grab her in a tight hug, "just as long as you're safe I'm content –"
"Who, who are you?" a shinigami closed William's office door and walked over to them, standing next to Grell expecting an answer.
"Oh!" Grell chuckled happily. "Mrs. Rires this is Mrs. Serbus –"
"You're the new shinigami here aren't you?" Sophie nodded in understanding. "The one who's a half demon –"
"How do you know that?" Annalise frowned.
"I brought you here remember?" Sophie chuckled, "I showed you to the buildings… Annalise right?"
"T-that's correct – Oh I see!" she snapped her fingers and laughed. "You're the one with all those souls aren't you."
"Yes," Sophie nodded, "I'm glad you remembered..."
"Annalise will be working with us now," Grell explained, "but I guess I don't need to give introductions anymore," he huffed.
"Say Grell," Sophie realized, "how is madam?"
"She's fine," Grell shrugged, "but since you haven't shown up in a while we've been getting worried –"
"Well the time for that is over!" Sophie chuckled happily. "I'll come by with you after work, but I'm going to go sleep with father again."
"Yeah alright," Grell nodded, "I'm just glad you're back!"
Sophie smiled and looked over at Annalise, who was staring at her in a famished way. "You're drooling," she chuckled, wiping the bit of slobber from the woman's mouth as she yelped surprised.
"Oh I'm sorry!" Annalise frowned. "I only get this way when there's a… ummmm…"
"Delicious souls?" Sophie smiled. "It's alright to admit it with me. I know several shinigamis who are demons too. Don't have to be ashamed about it." Annalise raised an eyebrow and nodded, looking over at Grell as he chattered to them about the bloody body he had found dismembered in the streets the other day.
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"It's great to hear that Grell and you are doing well," Sophie smiled as she sipped the rest of her tea and set it down on the coffee table. "I'm sorry for not being around anymore… Life is just busy I suppose."
"That's alright," Anne smiled as she sipped her tea and set it down on the plate in her hand, "I can understand… Will you be staying?"
"I wish I could," Sophie sighed as she stood up, "but I should make my way home."
"Oh… I see…" she frowned.
"B-but I suppose I could stay just for tonight," Sophie chuckled nervously as Grell walked into the room, "If you'd like –"
"Oh no it's alright!" Anne smiled. "Please go home. You look really~ tired."
Sophie chuckled and tipped her big black brimmed hat to her, turning to Grell and doing the same. "I'll see you tomorrow alright?" Sophie told Grell, walking out of the room and letting herself out.
"… Grell," Anne sighed as she stood up, "the time to strike is now."
"Yes I suppose," Grell mumbled quietly.
"Are you alright?" she raised an eyebrow, "If you're not then I'll go do it myself –"
"No I'll do it!" He chuckled as he took the note in her hand and read it over. "I'll be back in a few moments. Don't wait up~" he blew a kiss to her as he walked out the door.
"Wait Grell –"
"Yes love~?" he turned his head around the doorframe and looked inside.
"… You don't seem well either," Anne smiled to him, "and when you get back could you tell me what's wrong?"
"Ummm… I guess I could," Grell nodded as he turned around and headed down the hallway. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and turning it from red to brown. Many things were wrong: William, Sophie, and practically everyone else. No one listened to him, except perhaps that strange Agon family and Angelina. From all the taunting he got from work wasn't helping him, and he was getting sick to his stomach from the insults they gave. Killing always made him feel better, the color of bright crimson red flowing from the guts of his victims and coloring their disgusting faces in its glow. It was charismatic! All the pain and frustration of that day was set upon those victims, those disgusting prostitutes who would give up their wombs and the chance for children. If only he was born a woman! He never wanted to admit when he was envious, but he was jealous of women and their abilities to bare children. Those children that Sophie would bring along with her always made his heart ache, knowing he could never have a child as beautiful as them. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Sophie would be able to have children herself. He sighed again. It would hurt his aching heart further if he thought of these things again. For now he would slaughter yet another revolting soul before returning to Angelina for the night. He began to hum and skip down the hallway, opening the back door and leaping into the night.
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Sophie sighed as she walked into the mortuary, taking off her large black coat and hat and setting them on the coat rack. She snaked her way down the narrow hallway, taking a few steps back when she noticed the light was on in their living room. "Hello~" she giggled, walking into the room slightly and setting her bag down next to the couch. "Working on the income again?"
"Of course," Undertaker chuckled as he kept his eyes on his work. "How are you?"
"Tired," Sophie sighed, "but that's to be expected right? After going from Hell and back… and Charon requested that I come back."
"Oh?" he looked up from his work, "Why?"
"Something about talking about the situation with my soul and talking to the queen of the underworld… whoever that is," Sophie huffed. "Who is she anyways?"
"She didn't tell you?" Undertaker raised an eyebrow as he put his pen back on his paper. "I don't know little maiden. Perhaps it's not safe for you to go."
"I-I think about it," Sophie answered. "Well if you're going to keep working I'm getting ready for bed." She yawned and stood up, untying the ribbon around her neck and unbuttoning her white collared shirt.
"Only a few more clients to go over," Undertaker told her as she walked out of the room. He let out a sigh and adjusted his glasses, scribbling down a few figures on the paper and setting it off to the side. Even if this was tedious work he liked having a routine every once in a while, though Sophie always would bring him out of his comfort zone and cause him to worry for her every day. He played with his braid as he finished his work, setting the last form off to the side and putting his glasses into one of the drawers. After everything was away he stood up and stretched, grabbing the candle that was burning behind him and walking into the hallway. The new moon made the hallways darker than usual, but he didn't argue. Rather he invited the darkness with a blissful giggle. Slowly he stopped, noticing an eerie white glow coming from the closed door of the bedroom. Gently opening the door he poked his head into the other room, staring with bewilderment at the presence before him.
Large white wings were spread out before him, illuminating the room in a thin glow as bright as the moonlight. The being hummed as she ran a comb through her long auburn hair, not yet noticing Undertaker as she fussed with her white gown and tried to comb through her wings. "Oh dad," Sophie looked behind startled as a chuckle escaped her throat, "I didn't know you were done. I'll let my wings disappear for tonight –"
"No it's alright," he held up his hand and walked into the room, "Keep them. They're beautiful~"
Sophie giggled and shook her head, setting down on the bed and flipping the ends of her wings in front of her. "You flatterer," she huffed, gently combing through her wings as the Undertaker closed the door behind him and set his hat down on a nearby dresser.
"Here let me help," he offered, grabbing the comb from her hands and sitting behind her on the bed.
"Oh," she responded off guard, "T-thank you Undertaker." He gave her a nod as he grabbed the ends of one of her wings, humming a light tune to himself as he combed through her long white feathers. "S-so do you know what happened –"
"Actually yes I do," he answered. "Rose told Alex while I was in the vicinity. You must have come across many challenges little maiden."
"For the most part," she sighed as she relaxed her wings behind her, "but I wish my father had done this before me. Perhaps I wouldn't be like this… so confused about myself…" She looked behind, listening to Undertaker hum and wondering if he was truly listening to her. "Have you ever felt confused?"
"All the time," he chuckled, "at least three times a day."
"Ah I see," Sophie smiled, "at least I'm not the only one then."
"Everyone will be confused about their own identities. As long as you stay true to yourself then you mustn't worry, right little maiden?" he grinned.
"I guess," she shrugged. "You must have met an angel then if you know we have to clean our wings every day."
"You could say that," he shrugged as he stood up and set the comb down on the dresser. He watched as Sophie closed her eyes, her wings slowly disappearing behind her. "… You don't have to withdraw your wings. Go ahead and sleep with them."
"Y-you sure?" Sophie raised an eyebrow, a smile coming to her face as she folded her wings behind her and crawled into the bed. "Well come sleep then," she yawned as she folded her hands underneath the pillow, "I came here instead of staying at Angelina's."
"Oh you would rather be with someone else~?" he snickered, taking off his long black coat and throwing it to the side as he shifted into the bed.
"No that's not what I meant – aaaAAH~" she paused, feeling his fingers running through her wings. "D-don't touch me there," she trembled, burying her head into the pillow and gripping the sheets tightly.
"Aaah~ you smell like Death," Undertaker sighed, pulling her closer to his chest and continuing to run his nails through her wings. Sophie stretched away from him and yelped, the Undertaker keeping her close to his chest as he nuzzled his nose into her wings. "… You still smell like Jericho?"
"Well yes," Sophie slowly closed her wings, "I still love him dad. W-why not?"
"Nothing," he mumbled into her wings, "Forget about it –"
"No do tell me," she shifted her body so she had her hands pressed against his chest. "I want to know what's wrong."
"I-it's complicated –"
"Soooo~?" Sophie grinned as she ran a hand over his bangs so she could see his bright shinigami green eyes behind his long silver hair. "I love you… and if you own me then I need to know what you're thinking," she chuckled lightly.
"Love me?" he smiled and set a hand upon her face. She nuzzled into his hand and grabbed it with both hands, looking up at him with her bright crystal blue eyes shining in the darkness of the room. "My my~, how my little maiden?"
"How?" she thought. "W-well I… I love you because you raised me when you didn't have to and I respect you for it… and I love you because… because… you are my life?" She chuckled lightly as her eyes shifted down towards his chest, "and I want to make you happy and see you smile and… I just love you. When I was separated from you and when I didn't even know you were my father I felt… empty." She sighed, pressing her head and her hands against his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm still confused about myself –"
"I will stay here as long as you need me," he smiled and tilted her chin up so he can see into her eyes, "and if you want me. If you would like to marry someone or not it is up to you, but I'll always be here if you need a shoulder to cry on. I'll be here, just for you if you wish," he chuckled running a finger over her cheek. "If you're going to be honest then I will too: you remind me of three important women who have been in my life, all strong women who can take care of themselves and others without a man if they wished. The fact that they wanted me in their lives is why I stayed, and I will do the same with you little maiden."
"Undertaker…" She chuckled and leaned up to his face. "You don't have to do something as silly as th –"
Sophie's eyes widened in shock as he pressed his lips against her, her eyelids closing as she let out a moan and she felt his grin brush against her lips. "It's not silly to want your little maiden to stay," he chuckled, "and if you don't want me then say so. I'll go if you wish –"
"N-no," Sophie shook her head and wrapping her arms around his neck, "No, no… no… please stay…"
"I will," he grinned, brushing his hand over her wings as she nuzzled up into his body. Undertaker kissed her neck and held her close, refusing to let go of her as they cuddled up close under the bed sheets and feel asleep in each other's arms.
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"Woot!" Sophie stretched her arms and pushed her chair out of the cubical. She stood up and grabbed the forms she was done signing, walking to the stairs and trudging up the staircase to level N. Walking down the hallway she knocked on an office door, shuffling the papers so she could open the door and walking in. "Hey Jericho," she chuckled, "here's the forms for the end of the month."
"Oh thank you," he looked up from his desk with a smile. "Go ahead and set them over there," he pointed to the end of his desk, diligently working as Sophie set the paperwork down before contently sitting down on his desk. "… Is there something you need?" he raised an eyebrow as Sophie shrugged.
"Is it a crime~ that I wish to spend my time with you," she grinned, leaning over his desk and hovering over the papers he had been working on. "… You never really asked me what happened these past few weeks."
"I'm just used to your antics I suppose," he shrugged as he continued to write.
"Antics?" Sophie huffed. "What do you mean by that?"
"How can I explain this…" Jericho thought as he kept his eyes on his work, "I'm used to you going off on your own and causing havoc –"
"Oh and I can't do that?" she sneered. "What are you my babysitter~?"
"No I –"
"Then don't act like an ass," she huffed as she slid off of his desk. "My god Jay! I had some time leftover, but seeing as you want to work I'm just going to go."
"Hey wait! I didn't mean –"
"You immature jerk," she grumbled under her breath as she hustled over to his door. He stood up and dashed over to her, grabbing her hand before she left the office. "What now?" she sighed.
"I'm sorry if I angered you," he sighed, "but right now I'm just flustered with paperwork… I just wish you could understand that –"
"Usually Jericho it's better to live life to the fullest and working on paperwork every waking minute isn't a way to do it," she huffed. "Sure, paperwork is part of the job, but it didn't used to be this way was it?"
"W-well no," he sighed.
"Then why spend all your time on paperwork when the real reason why you're here is to reap the souls of the dead?" Sophie frowned, running her black gloved hand through her hair as Jericho let go of her. "Sorry if I'm criticizing you, but I don't know. This tedious work is getting on my nerves."
"… Is there something wrong with you –"
"There's nothing~ wrong with me," she sneered. "I'm just… well you could say I'm stating my opinions. That's all. So I guess I'll leave you to your... work," she huffed as she dashed out the door and closed it behind her.
Jericho sighed, grumbling under his breath as he walked back to his desk and sat down. Sophie was always this way after using her energy so much. She would have emotion tantrums every waking second. One minute she would be perfectly happy and the next frustrated and confused, and Jericho didn't know what to do. He looked back at his work and bit down on his pen, trying to think of a way to help her – He paused, feeling a strong aura making their way here. He stood up and looked out the window, a growl escaping his lips as he recognized the being. "So you're back huh?" he spoke out the window. "Should have figured."
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A/N: Oh what? A strong being coming closer? =O… XD heh. Now to introduce another character I suppose. See you later!
Moirai – Greek goddesses, known in English as The Fates; were the white-robed incarnations of destiny. Their number became fixed at three: Clotho (spinner), Lachesis (alloter) and Atropos (unturnable). They controlled the metaphorical thread of life of every mortal from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, directed fate, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction; and Zeus, as well as the other gods and man, had to submit to them