Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Now after that OC overview I figured I'd post up another chapter =3 (since it's not fair for me to end today with an overview) Now to create more chaos! BWAHAHAHA XD… enjoy =3
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Slowly eyes began to open, a soft groan being heard as the bright sun began to shine through the treetops onto the young maiden's face. Sophie groaned, flopping an arm over her face until she noticed something. "W-where…" she thought, looking at her hand and poking her palm to make sure she was real. Yep, she smiled; she must be back in her own body now. Sophie let out a loud sigh of relief, staggering to her feet and brushing the leaves off of her clothes and from her hair. "I guess rest is the key," she grinned as she wrapped her coat closer to her body, feeling a grumbling in her stomach as she stumbled forward. "Someone needs to learn to eat," she huffed, looking around for food as she rubbed her eyes. A smirk came to her lips once she spotted what she was looking for, quickly climbing up a tree till she got to the top. Reaching over she grabbed an apple, leaning back against the trunk and greedily munching on the apple till it was almost gone. She chuckled slightly, realizing how this must be how a hungry demon feels when they're deprived of food for too long. She threw the core behind her and grabbed another apple, munching apple after apple till her stomach felt better. Then Sophie groaned as she rubbed her sore stomach, the last apple falling onto the ground as she yawned and stretched. "I assume you had fun?" Sophie sighed as she began to talk to herself again, "Well that's alright. As long as you stayed in the forest and wasn't tormenting anyone… what I mean is having – yeah. There you go." She giggled as she slid down and jumped to the ground, landing with a 'thud' as she smashed a few of the apple cores under her boots.
With a smile and a bounce in her step she walked around till she came upon a small gate lining the boundary of the cemetery, the outskirts of the cemetery infested with branches and trees growing around the tombstones. When she was younger Thomas would have her go out with him and trim down the branches so visitors could come up and see the graves, but since no one pays to have them maintained anymore Sophie supposed no one cared if the trees were groomed and the place kept. Thus it's become an old graveyard where only the bravest of the brave would venture in hopes of getting scared. She wondered if Undertaker knew this place was here, but he probably did. After all he should have the map of the entire plot of land. Every mortician did if they were maintaining a cemetery, since that's what Thomas told her. She stood and marveled at the tombstones, all of them in desperate need of repair, but several not as bad as it could have been over the years. She always loved the large statues that she would come across, the rich paying for grandeur of their deceased's funerals. There was one grave she wanted to see because she always loved the statue, making her way towards the other end on a flat top of the cemetery.
Once she got there Sophie had to gasp, a smile on her face as she looked at the size. For one, this particular statue was taller than the rest, towering over them as a grave marker in the middle of the abandon cemetery. It was the statue of a large weeping angel, hands over its face with large wings wrapped around its arms. It had a large cloak draped over its head and around its body, symbolizing that death is weeping for the fallen person. It had a wreath in its hand and a scythe in the other, a symbol over the person's victory over death. There were other symbols at the foundation of the statue, which Sophie decided were words, and then the person's name. "Iya us eim," was all she could make out. Below that was a man, or perhaps a woman, riding upon a horse with its front legs raised. They were holding arrows and a sword, showing that they had died in battle. Garland with roses, lilies, and tulips intertwined around the stone, much of the other images faded, but a few could still be seen. She could see several butterflies, but everything else was faded away. She did see part of a menorah, showing that the deceased must have been a righteous Hebrew woman. Also there was a part of a boat, showing the soul had crossed over to the other side. What she always found fascinating was that she always found five flowers on the grave and seven at the foot of the angel's feet. The types of flowers always changed, but when Sophie was coming here constantly she noticed that they were there every week, sometimes every other week. The old flowers were always taken away by someone and replaced with new flowers, so as a child she figured that the person who was still in mourning would come by in the middle of the night. Sadly she never got to see that person. There were times when she'd stay up all night in the exact spot she was kneeling at waiting for the mourner to come by, but no one would come.
Sophie lifted her hand and her black haze spun around her fingers, appearing a rose, lily, and tulip in the palm of her hand. She also summoned one of her own favorites, a forget me not flower. She took out a small black ribbon from her pocket and tied it around the four flowers, setting them aside among the others as a token of her respect. She may have never known the person who had died here, but as a person who walks among the dead daily and was always a mortician at heart she figured she'd pay her respects even if she had never truly known them. Besides the person who comes by probably appreciates the flowers, since they tend to disappear too when the flowers are replaced. Sophie always wondered what the person did with them, but she supposed that would have to be a meddling she could save for another day. She noticed that the flowers this time was white, but some of them were full grown roses and the others were rosebuds. She plucked one of the petals from the full grown rose to get rid of the decay, a smile of her face as she felt the smooth surface of the petals. She sighed as she got up and bid her companion adieu, making her way to the mortuary in a beeline till she walked in the back door and set her stuff aside. "Hey Undertaker," she called as she walked into the door and took off her boots, "I'm back in my body! Isn't that great?"
"Perfect~ little maiden," she heard giggling from the main room.
"Yeah, well I'm going to take a shower," Sophie told him as she slipped off her coat and threw it onto the bed, "and then I'll get back to work. I probably have a pile of forms to sign now… great."
"I suppose you would," he answered, "but if you come across any problems do come back. I can help you if you'd like."
"Thanks, but I can handle it," she chuckled as she came close to the bathroom and grabbed the door. "Alistair coming by again?"
"He may," Undertaker told her, "but sometimes he doesn't."
"That's alright I suppose," Sophie shrugged, "but if someone comes through the door tell me who they were. I'm always~ curious."
"Of course," he giggled, hearing the door slam followed by the water running into the bath tub.
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Sophie sighed, pulling the towel close to her body as she picked up her clothes and walked into the bedroom. She discarded the muddy, disgusting clothes on the floor next to her footlocker and rummaged through its contents, throwing clean clothes on the bed beside her. Happy with her selection she slipped off her towel and ran her wet hair through the towel, throwing it to the side as she slipped on her clothes. As she slipped on her pants talons wrapped around her, Sophie letting out a frightened yell as she was grabbed from behind and pulled into the chest behind her. "Dad!" she yelped, giggling as he tickled her sides and giggled back at her reaction.
Undertaker grinned as they shifted backward onto the bed, Sophie rolling off of him and holding her sides. He continued to giggle as he forced her hands away to tickle her sides as she yelled and laughed loudly, enough to shake the building in a mini earthquake. "Found you~" he grinned at her, restraining Sophie's hands above her head as his head leered into her face.
"Yes well –" she stopped as he used his other hand to tickle her again, Sophie squirming and trying to get away as he sat on her legs to stop her. Eventually she was completely restrained from moving, huffing and puffing as she looked up at him and glared. Undertaker leaned into her face and licked her cheek, Sophie yelping as she turned her head away. "Agh! What are you doing?"
"I figured I'd scare you a little," he chuckled and poked her nose, "since you always seem to be off running about and don't spend any time here anymore."
"… Don't tell me this is about what Robert said," Sophie sighed.
"Not just that," he snickered, pressing his head into her neck and blowing on a sensitive part of muscle and causing Sophie to shudder, "but for all~ of it. I think you owe me."
"Think or know?" Sophie huffed.
She shuddered as he swiftly licked down her neck to her collar bone, whimpering as his teeth trailed over her collar. "Know," he knowingly answered, biting down hard on her neck and drawing blood. Sophie gasped and tried to shift away, panting as she felt herself being smothered by the man's touches.
"You know he was a vampire didn't you?" Sophie sighed as his mouth left her neck and he looked over her. "Maybe I should have told you –"
"I already knew," he grinned as he leaned into her ear, "and besides you'll be going again and leaving me alone. I should mark you a little, right?"
Sophie nodded as she closed her eyes and submitted herself to the Undertaker, laying limp in his hands as he let go of her wrists and trailed his hands down her body. He stopped on her stomach, Sophie opening her eyes bewildered as he looked up and waiting for her to notice. "W-why do you always stop here?" she frowned, shuddering as he licked her stomach and set his head down on her belly.
He lifted her back and wrapped his arms under her, staying silent as Sophie looked down at him confused. Undertaker coughed once he noticed he had spaced out, lifting his head and looking up at her with a content smile. "It's about time you get back to work," he solemnly said, Sophie stopping him as he began to stand by wrapping her arms around his neck and kept him hovering over her.
"D-don't go till someone opens the door," Sophie responded quietly, her hands trailing over his shoulders and down his chest. "Don't go… j-just yet…" He smiled as he set his head back down on her chest and wrapped his hands around her body, the both of them smiling widely as they closed their eyes and lay on the bed, refusing to let go of each other as they listened to the other's breath.
"Undertaker?" they heard from the main room as the door opened sooner than expected, a tired sigh escaping the Undertaker's voice as he reluctantly let her go and sat up.
"It seems that young Earl needs some assistance," he snickered, ignoring the boy's call again as he looked at Sophie. She was still panting heavily as sweat trailed down her body, her face flushed and her cheeks bright red. Undertaker smiled, giving her a peck on the lips as she sighed against his own. "Be careful little maiden," he whispered to her, Sophie looking over as he left and closed the door behind him as he walked away.
Sophie frowned as she sat up and ran a hand through her hair, stretching as she quickly slipped her white shirt on and the vestment with a red and white tie. She slipped her coat on, looking at the mirror as she brushed through her hair and made sure everything was in order. "W-what does he mean by that?" Sophie asked herself, grabbing her things and scurrying out of the bedroom and through the back door before the mortician could notice she vanished.
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"Yeah there was a nymph walking around in the forest the other day with a large black coat on –"
"Ronald dear, that was probably me," Sophie chuckled, interrupting him in his little story as she walked up the stairs and over to her cubical.
"How?" Ronald huffed as he plopped in his chair. "You didn't look like her, or I should say, you don't hold the same presence as she did –"
"But was she wearing this coat?" Sophie asked as she turned as the coat fluttered behind her. "Then it was me," she grinned as she sat down, Alan turning in his desk once he noticed that Sophie had showed up.
"So I heard that Alistair was cured," Alan decided to ask, "h-how?"
"Oh?" Sophie shrugged as she sat back in her chair and thought. "Well it was all my fault really. I used all my energy to heal him, but when I did I released so much~ energy that my soul slipped out of my body and my soul was flying up to heaven. Funny thing was when Alistair yelled at me. If he hadn't I would have never came back. I bet you that would have killed a weaker being if they tried that."
"What?" Eric responded as he turned in his chair, his mouth full of food. "Soul? What?"
"If you don't believe me than fine," Sophie shrugged, "but that's really all that needs to be said. That's what happened."
"So if someone –"
"Alan don't even think about it," Sophie sighed. "I was able to do it because of my powers, and even if someone else was strong enough to do that who knows what would happen. I doubt they would be as lucky as I was. I reacted and that was the result, nothing more and nothing less. Now if you want to talk about it, talk to Alistair, not me. I don't even know what I did…"
"… Then how did you figure out that could happen?" Alan asked.
"Reading," Sophie grinned as she shuffled through the stacks of papers on her desk and organized them for her own convenience, "books. I read it out of an old book, but even then it was hard to find the information. Now I need to get going. There's a bunch of paperwork I have to apparently go through because of my absence… again."
"R-ight," Alan answered, Sophie getting up and walking back to the stairs, beginning her decent back up to her office.
Eric and Ronald looked at each other, Ronald shrugging as he turned around and decided to get ready on his work. "… Is there something you need to tell me Alan?" Eric decided to ask.
"Oh no Mr. Slingby," Alan smiled, "not at all." Alan turned back to his desk to look like he was working, Eric sighing as he turned around and began his own work. He knew in the back of his mind Alan wasn't telling him something and he would use everything in his power to find out what it was.
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Sophie sighed, slamming her hand against the wall as Alex stared at her waiting for her answer. "So he left again?" Sophie huffed. "That jerk. He doesn't even tell me! How can I talk to him and fix everything if he won't at least tell me he's leaving?"
"I don't know," Alex sighed, "but stop worrying about it. There are better things to do with your life then spend your time thinking what ifs~. Now I tried doing some of your work, but Mr. Tyrant wouldn't let me work on your basic field and paperwork so you'll have to do all that yourself to get caught up."
"Yeah fine," Sophie answered, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair and placed her hat back on top of her head. "This always happens. I end up having to miss days and end up with a pile of work. Not only that, but it's taken out of my off days. Why is all this happening now?" she pouted.
"I don't know," Alex shrugged, "fate?"
"I don't believe in that hubbub," Sophie huffed. "Fate or destiny it has nothing to do with me… it just seems that trouble likes to find me or something."
"Yep," Alex responded, Sophie rolling her eyes as she looked to a nearby window.
"So how is Alistair?" she decided to ask as she looked out to the city of London.
"Never better!" he grinned. "But he won't stop going to your father's place to work. Even though I tell him he has to learn how to fight now that we know he's going to live longer than a few days."
"He knows," Sophie shrugged, "but doesn't want to show off. He's actually better than his sister before the incident. Alistair would rather take everything slow, that's all. Besides there are different parts to death you know."
"No I actually don't," Alex pouted. "What's that?"
"When the body stops functioning, when the body is sent into its grave, and the last is when the person's name is thought and spoken of for the very last time. Alistair just likes the celebration aspect of death, when a body is sent to its grave." Sophie smiled, patting Alex on the shoulder as she decided to head back downstairs. "Don't worry about it. He's still a shinigami if he's a funeral director. Just tell him that his Тетушка says that he should also learn to fight. It may not be relevant for being a mortician, but knowing how to fight and getting a death scythe will be a great protection against any predators," she sighed, "I should head back to work. If Mr. Tyrant is making me work so much I'd better get started."
"Okay," Alex smiled and waved to her, "I-I'll keep that in mind." Sophie smiled back as she made her way to the railing and began her descent down the stairs.
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Sophie hummed as she finished the last of the souls on her list, wiping the blood from her face as she walked down the hallway and up the stairs. "My~ what a beautiful~ shade of red you have on Sophie," she heard from behind, smiling once she noticed the shinigami walking up the stairs behind her.
"Thank you," she chuckled as she continued to wipe the blood off and put the rag away under her coat, "but you should see me when I'm having fun~. Then you'll be in trouble."
"I assume so~" he grinned, Sophie waiting for Grell as he made his way beside her before she continued up the stairs.
"S-so how are you –"
"No I'm the one who should ask you that," Grell huffed before grasping her shoulders and looking into her eyes with concern. "Sophie… you've been through a lot in a short amount of time. Does this happen often for you?"
"Yes," Sophie grinned happily, "why? Thought it doesn't? I expect something to happen at least once a month, and if it doesn't than I feel empty inside."
Grell chuckled at the pout on her face, pinching her cheek and skipping up the stairs. "If it's normal for you than I don't mind. Just be careful."
"I am," Sophie grumbled as she rubbed her cheek, dashing after him as he made his way to the E level. "Though I know everything isn't answered, and heck I doubt it'll all be answered in my lifetime. Just as long as everything gets done I suppose… how's work?"
"Same old –"
"With Angelina, Grell," Sophie chuckled. "How's everything with her?"
"We miss you," Grell shrugged, "but we know you're busy. Just… well I've had problems."
"Like what?" she decided to ask.
"William!" Grell huffed as they stopped onto the E level and he pointed down the hallway to his office. "He won't cut me a break –"
"Sadly there's souls to be reaped Grell," Sophie shrugged.
"Yes," he sighed, "but that's not it either. There's more… I-I don't know. After that incident with the babe I can't think straight, you know?"
"Alright," Sophie nodded, "but regardless I hope you can figure everything out. There's not much I can do if I don't know the details."
"… I know," he sighed again, giving her a glance as he walked over to his desk and set his stuff down. "… b-but even if you can't help it's nice to have you around. I hope you never change."
"Oh?" Sophie tilted her head and gave him a grin. "Change? I don't see that happening anytime soon," she chuckled. "Well, keep up with the mindless work I suppose. I want to get everything done by the time I have to leave today, so I'll see you later."
"Bye," Grell waved, giving her a grin as she grabbed forms from her desk and brought them with her back to the stairs. As Sophie walked up the stairs his eyes slowly grew cold, looking to the ground with a twinge of anger in his eyes as he turned around and walked over to his desk.
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Sophie had been up most of the night, the sky getting cloudy as the rain began to come back to London. By the time she had finished everything Sophie had a few more hours till everyone would be coming back, so she figured she'd walk around the realm till everyone came by. She knew from memory that only a few people would stay up this late, usually the directors finishing work that had been held up because of one shinigami or another. They usually made their schedules differently, sleeping in a few more hours to compensate for staying up an extra few. She decided to take this time to go to the cafeteria and eat, the other soul not having eaten while she was separated from her body and now giving her a reason to eat anything and everything she came across. She brought up a large stack of food, mostly sugar, and a cup of coffee to drink so she wouldn't pass out this upcoming day. The whole time she walked she felt that something was watching her from afar, but gave it no notice as she sat down in the lobby to eat her food away from the office. She hummed as she ate, her voice echoing down the gray hallways in an eerie way.
As she came close to finishing her food she felt something calling to her in her head, causing her to set down her food cautiously and walk out into the rain. She sighed, looking up to the sky as the rain fell upon her face and got her clothes wet. Everything was solemn till she heard another voice suddenly calling for her again. "W-wha?" Sophie looked around, hearing the voice inside her head, but also more growing all around her. "You… it's not you is it?... No that's not the other soul. So what is it – UGH!" Sophie groaned, grabbing her head as she heard the voices growing louder. It wasn't just voices, but a type of chant that was going on inside of her head. She didn't know what was going on, but a part of her was becoming afraid as she felt that the chant was trying to call upon the other soul that was trapped within her body. "Ugh…"
"Sophia?" she heard from a voice behind her, Sophie looking over to see Fiona walking over to her with a worried look on her face. "Are you okay?"
"N-no," Sophie panted as she slumped over to the ground with one hand held to her head and the other pressed into the mud. "I-I'm h-ereing voices."
"Voices?" Fiona thought, kneeling by her side and helping her off of the ground, "Don't listen to those voices Serbus. You'll get into trouble if you do."
"Yes b-but it's so loud!" Sophie panted as she grabbed Fiona's arm to support herself. "It's calling me! Telling me to go and help!"
"Well don't," Fiona huffed. "Let the voices go away and nothing will happen. Alright?" Sophie only look up to her, Fiona noticing that the blue and green color in Sophie's eyes were quickly being replaced by a bright yellow glow. "Sophie…" she gulped as she tried to snap the other shinigami out of a trance, Sophie groaning as the other soul was completely took over her body and looked up to the sky.
Sophie growled as she saw a dark shadow approaching, long and slender reaching out and stretching across the sky. As the sun because the rise the being shielding the sun with its body, causing the sky to go dark. "You~~" she growled, Sophie's white wings appearing and fanning out behind her back to blow Fiona away. Fiona shielded her face as Sophie's body shined in a white glow, engulfing her body in a white light and changing all her black clothes to her long white robe. A bright, white shield appeared in her hand, a sword sheaved in the other. Sophie pulled out the sword and flapped her wings, yelling as she flew as fast as she could and rammed her sword at the creature. The being hissed in pain, being shoved away from earth as Sophie pushed it past the heavens and farther into the sky till there was nothing left, but a speck of a bright light in the sky.
Fiona gasped and panted as she shook her head, blown away by what had just happened, but knowing in the back of her mind that Sophie was being controlled. "Oh where did she wander off to?" she heard from behind, a young woman appearing behind her huffing as she stomped her feet around.
She noticed that the woman had azure hair and bright golden eyes, piercing into her soul as she stared back at Fiona suddenly and glared. "W-who are you looking for?" Fiona asked, never before seeing that creature before.
"A woman named Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus," the other woman shrugged. "I was supposed to get here before the other soul took over… shhhoooooot~! I just missed her didn't I?" she pouted. Fiona gave her a meek nod, the woman grabbing an hourglass that was attached around her waist and shaking it roughly. "You stupid piece of sand! I'm always late aren't I –"
"Excuse me," Fiona interrupted her before she started to yell and curse, "but who are you and why are you looking for Sophia?... Did something happen to her I should know about?"
"Sadly I can't tell you," the woman sighed, "but seeing as I'm late, yet again~, I'm going to ask you to do something for me."
"And why should I do that –"
"If you want that girl back and the universe not destroyed I'd say cooperate with me," she huffed before scratching her azure hair and shaking specks of dust from her hair. "Anyways if you want a name call me Miss Time. Secondly go tell Death that we're have a problem on our hands and if he'd come across two daggers go and tell me. I think he'll know what I'm talking about if you tell him," Miss Time sighed. "I know this is something a simple little spot of a mind like yourself won't be able to understand, but time is of the essence –"
"Don't worry about that," Fiona narrowed her eyes at the insult, "I understand this. I knew her father you see –"
"Well bravo for you," Time clapped sarcastically and mocked her, Fiona narrowing her eyes and snarling back at the insult. "Gods! My explaining is costing me valuable time! Good day madam!" she huffed as she took off in a dash, levitating into the sky before disappearing in the sun's rays.
Fiona sighed and shook her head, turning around and scratching the back of her head. "What the hell was that this time?" she huffed, slamming the door behind her to collect herself before trying to figure out how in the world she'd be able to send a message to Death of all beings.
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A/N: Now I have a question for you. Do you think I should have Alan die during this story or have him live on past this story? Because I don't know how I'll do his situation… since he dies in the musical and he'll die like that anyways. Thoughts? And it looks like Sophie's personal life is turning to dust. I wonder if she'll realize what's happening =O Anyways I hoped you liked this chapter. The next part/arc is coming up! Get ready! =D
weeping woman – mourning, sorrow
angel – guide to heaven
wreath – victory in death
hebrew words – "Here Lies"
soldier on horse – soldier's grave. If the horse has both front legs in the air, the person died in battle. If one leg is raised, the person died as a result of wounds. And if the horse has all four legs on the ground, the person died of natural causes
arrow – mortality, martyrdom
sword – martyrdom
garland – victory in death
rose – beauty
lily – Calla lily, beauty; Easter lily, purity and chastity
tulip – love and passion
butterfly – resurrection and also the soul leaving the body/flesh
menorah – marks the grave of a righteous Hebrew/Jewish woman
boat – voyage; crossing over to the other side
White rosebud – girlhood
White rose – purity, innocence, silence, secrecy, reverence, humility, youthfulness, "I am worthy of you", heavenly; happy love