So I have followed through on my promise and thrown in a little something romantic-ish to into the story. Hope you like it!
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I don't own Black Butler or any of it's characters!
Bizarre Dolls
Violet was lying in her bed just on the cusp of sleep. She had woken earlier that morning thinking about how it had been well over six months since she had first come to live with the Undertaker. She heard a bird chirp but refused to open her eyes and accept that it was morning.
Suddenly she felt herself being poked in the back. She grumbled and rolled over, batting feebly at the thing poking her. The poking stopped and Violet, still almost asleep smiled. The poking started up again and she growled deep in throat before flopping a arm out in a pathetic attempt to hit the evil object. It flopped across something soft and warm and Violet's first thought was "pillow!".
She wrapped her arms around the top of her pillow that was for some reason bent and pointing towards the sky and she nestled into the side of the pillow. She faintly recognized the sound of laughter above her and the poking started up again.
"..taker, go away..." She mumbled into the side of her pillow.
"Hmm, that would be rather hard to do nice you have a death grip around my waist m'dear." The voice murmured.
Violet released what she thought had been her pillow and rolled over to bury her face in her actual pillow. She was poked again and was becoming slightly irritated.
"I'm going to stab you with my dagger soon of you don't stop poking me." She threatened into her blanket that had been pulled up to her face.
"Now that's just mean. You would truly do that or your best ever friend?" Undertaker laughed.
"Yes, I truly would. Go away." She growled.
That's when she felt a soft finger brush her neck in a extremely ticklish spot. She bolted up with a squeak and scuttled to the other side of her bed. Undertaker raised a eyebrow.
"Ah, was that a ticklish spot I just brushed?"
Violet lithely hopped off the bed and ran behind him.
"So what? I know yours too!" She called, poking his side and causing the man to give a startled laugh and jerk away. He spun to face her and asked a eyebrow.
"Oh so that's how you want to play it. I believe that you have declared war."
Violet stuck out her tongue and darted around him, tickling his side again in the process.
He spun to face her again and tickled her neck. She shrieked and lunged forward, tickling his sides. He chuckled lowly and watched as she inched backwards on the floor. He took a step towards her and caused her to squeak. Violet made a X with her arms and mock glared at him. A grin slowly spread across his features and she jumped to her feet, bolting towards the door. He laughed and hooked a arm around her waist, tossing her gently back onto the bed and advancing with his fingers poised.
"No! Stay away!" Violet called, scuttling backwards across the bed.
Undertaker simply kneeled on the edge and caught her ankle, giving her a light tug forward and bringing her within reach. She eeped and leaped backward again, pressing her back against the wall and effectively messing up her escape plan. Undertaker grinned and advanced, cutting of her escape route and hovering over her with a hand pressed against the wall on either side of her head. She tucked her chin down to hide her neck but met his eyes in a challenging stare causing him to laugh again.
Less than a second after he had her trapped Violet registered their positions. Her sitting on her bed in her fighting outfit minus the corset which was what she slept in with her legs stretched all the way out and hanging over the side of the bed slightly.
Undertaker kneeling above her with his legs planted less that two inches on either side of her, arms caging her in and his face less than a foot away from hers. His grin faded as he to realized their position.
Common sense told her to move and call a end to their little game but there was something about his eyes that had gone from light and playful to serious in mere moments. Something else glittered in his eyes, she didn't know what but her heart sped up for some reason that confused her.
Violet didn't move from her spot and neither did Undertaker. They just looked at each other. She felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and she hazily realized that the Undertaker's face was getting closer to her own. Somewhere in the back of her mind alarm bells were ringing but her brain felt fuzzy and she chose to ignore them. She tilted her head up slightly and felt her eyes half close, she could feel his breath on her face now.
Then her room filled with the sound of voices outside her window shouting in loud obnoxious voices. The moment was broken and for a second they just stared at each other, the shock in their eyes mirroring each other. Violet realized that their faces were less than a inch apart and she could feel his breath ghosting across her face.
Instantly Undertaker jerked back as though he had been electrocuted and stood to his feet next to her bed. He took a step back before wheeling about and walking purposefully out the door and down the stairs. She just sat there, eyes wide as she replayed in her mind the events that had just taken place.
What just happened?!
When she got downstairs he was placing a small bag next to the door.
"What's going on?" She asked, avoiding looking at Undertaker who's bangs had been unpinned over his eyes again.
"You know Karnstein Hospital is one of our regular customers? Well their planning on doing a demonstration on the Campania and have invited us to join them as they begin their resurrections." Undertaker informed her.
"Resurrections? But isn't that impossible unless you alter the cinematic record?"
He shot her a grin. "It can be. But the fellow amuses me and how could I turn down a cruise?"
"Oh. Should I pack?" She asked.
"Just your regular clothes that you always wear. Nothing special that you can't fight in. The Aroura Group has some members who are far two interested in young women such as yourself and I might not be able to be at your side the entire trip. If you dress as you always do it will set you apart as my apprentice." Undertaker informed her.
Violet nodded and left to pack a two sets of pants and two sets of her black shirts. The only corset mess early to wear was the one under her dress over her battle outfit she always wore. She made sure that her bindings for her daggers were firmly in place so that they wouldn't undo unless she undid them herself.
She grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs and placed her bag next to Undertakers as they climbed into the carriage for the ride to the dock.
Violet sat in her cabin while she waited for the boat to launch. She had no one to wave down to and felt no need to subject herself to that crowd. She could hear Undertaker moving around in the connected room to hers.
Finally with a moment alone to think she closed her eyes and laid back.
What had happened that morning? Their tickle fight had gone from innocent teasing fun to something serious that she didn't fully understand. She did understand however that she and Undertaker would have kissed had they not been interrupted by the men below them fighting. She didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed.
And that was the other thing that confused her. Why would she be disappointed? Undertaker was her mentor both in her immortal abilities and as a Mortician. The idea of having feelings for him was absurd! But at the same time, when she thought about it, having those feelings actually made sense.
He had taken her in when she was injured, offered her a place to live and offered to train her, he had noticed her discomfort with Sebastian and given her a reason to leave the room, he hadn't gotten angry or disdainful of her when she made beginner mistakes, nor had he become angry and punish or kick her out when she disobayed him and gone after Grell during the Jack the Ripper case. When she had nightmares he had allowed her to stay with him and he never made her feel like he would take advantage of her. He was the perfect gentleman.
He tolerated her impish antics when she was bored and even at times would go out of his way to do something with her to prevent her boredom. He taught her how to cook and had never pushed for her past until he had no choice because of the attacks. He hadn't gotten mad at her when she transformed into a demon and almost ruined his cover, and had helped her when for almost a month after she had to practice her transformations every day to be able to do her animal one without exhausting herself.
And when she had gotten some sort of flu like sickness that affected Shinigami as well as humans he had taken care of her without complaint and had sat with her holding her hair when she was throwing up. He tolerated her whims and allowed her to play with his hair and even gave her the occasional hug when she just needed that comfort, knowing when she needed usually even before she herself knew.
Most of all he had become her friend throughout all the crazy things she brought to her life. And now, she didn't know when this had happened but it had, Violet had developed feelings for the crazy mortician that had been her rock since arriving on earth.
Violet grinned to herself. It didn't hurt that the guy was freaking gorgeous when he pulled back his bangs.
She had never actually seen what his actual Shinigami clothes were under the giant baggy mortician's coat he wore since he never took it off but she had a pretty good guess from seeing pictures of other Shinigami in one of his Shinigami books he had brought from when he had been a trainee as a child, his clothes would look pretty awesome.
A knock pulled her from her thoughts and she opened the connecting door to see Undertaker standing there.
"Would you like to take a tour of the boat now since we're going to be attending that meeting tonight?" He offered.
Violet's eyes lit up and she nodded fiercely, pulling her veil on snugly before following Undertaker out into the hall.
They spent the morning exploring before going for lunch. They were in second class which was nice without being over the top. Then they went back to the cabin and she took a short nap.
Violet sat in her cabin reading quietly when she heard strange moaning noises outside.
"What the..?" She put down her book and went to the door opening it to reveal something out of a person's nightmares. Hundreds of corpses were pouring through the halls towards the first class deck. They were stumbling along. Upon hearing her voice they attacked.
Violet ripped her dress off and vaulted over the group in her doorway and began to run and flip.
"Taker!" She shouted, blowing his door in and seeing that he hadn't returned for his meeting.
She began to fight her way up to the First class deck, stabbing vital after vital. Once she got past the crowd she turned to see the carnage and screamed. They were still going and one was lunging for her now. She turned and bolted through the maze like ship screaming out Undertaker's name over and over.
She prowled the boat until finding him and all the Phantomhive group plus Grell and a second Shinigami facing off with a human and a machine. She was to far away to hear what was going on and was trying to regain her bearings.
Suddenly Grell leaped forward and tried to kill the blonde human next to Undertaker and watched in horror as Undertaker leaped forward and blocked the scythe. She gasped and began to run towards them.
She watched them speak and then Undertaker whirled a Sotoba up, shattering the glass. She reached the group in time to hear Undertaker speak.
"Wouldn't it be sad if all the laughter in the world just...disappeared." He murmured as he flicked off his hat and shed his robe to reveal his real nature.
Everyone stared at Undertaker in shock, even Violet. Under the shapeless robe he had been wearing a long fitted black coat with a flared edge that started at the waist. Under the coat was a black button down shirt that tucked into a pair of dress pants and paired with long black boots. His hair blew around his hair loose and his chartreuse eyes glittered.
"Well no wonder Violet stuck around for so long, your freaking gorgeous!" Kira finally said, breaking the shocked silence.
Violet stepped forward. He had a part in these crazy corpses?
"Taker?" She called. Everyone turned to face her and yet again eyes widened as they looked at her.
She looked down at herself in confusion and then realized why they would be staring.
Tight black pants that tuck into black lace up boots, a black button down shirt with slightly puffy sleeves and a deep scarlet red corset like piece that went over her shirt. Pair that with her hair whipping in the wind and her purple and red eyes and she would be quite the sight.
"A Meseinen-sha!" Grell gasped.
"A what?" Ciel asked.
"Half demon and half reaper." Sebastian explained.
"Who cares what she is! Undertaker, you knew that this machine wouldn't work? But you told me it would!" One of the humans shouted.
From there everything spiralled into conversations and explanations while Violet stood there and stared at nothing trying to process what was going on. Undertaker made these things? People yelled and Undertaker explained why he made them while holding one of the female ones in his arms as gently as one would a child.
Finally the group seemed to have enough and the two reapers lunged for Undertaker. Quicker that any of them could react the threw her knife like one would a boomerang causing it to fly end over end and cut the younger reapers wrist, slicing through tendon and muscle before ricocheting back into her hands.
"Augh!" He screamed in pain and Violet flashed a slightly crazy grin.
"I'm afraid that I can't allow you to hurt Taker." She announced before leaping over the group and landing at Undertaker's side. Violet pressed a button and the blades nearly doubled in size in front of their eyes. She began to spin her blades, causing them to rotate so fast in her hands that they became blurs and she advanced on the injured reaper.
"My, it's like a rabbit hunt in here. But I wonder who the one really being hunted is." Undertaker giggled as he to began to advance.
The fight became chaos as Grell, the injured reaper and Sebastian began to fight Undertaker, while at the same time arguing with each other. Violet and Undertaker exchanged looks and began to act. Violet taking the back of the group and leaving the front to Undertaker. She kept the injured reaper busy to the best of her abilities leaving the two more experienced fighters to her mentor.
As she fought she saw Kira shielding her brother from the fight, not doing anything to help end the fight but simply guarding the boy behind her.
Then Undertaker stabbed Sebastian through the chest and Violet stumbled back as the demons Cinematic record began to play. After seeing Sebastian's life with Ciel Sebastian lunged forward and grasped the Earl's hand that was reaching for him.
As Undertaker moved to kill Sebastian the boat began to shake and tip. Violet let out a cry as she began to slide down the floor, grabbing a pillar and hanging on.
The fight continued around her until Sebastian saw Violet clinging to a pillar with her eyes closed in concentration as she tried to hoist herself up. He grabbed her and effectively caught Undertaker's attention. Violet started to thrash but reading her first cinematic record had effected her greatly and disoriented her.
"Times up Undertaker, the boat is about to sink and I believe that I have something of yours." Sebastian said tauntingly.
Undertaker took off after Sebastian who had Violet under one arm and had Kira hot on his heels with Ciel in her own arms. Undertaker met them on the railing and now looked angry instead of just amused he reached to grab Violet out of his arms but Sebastian dodged and Undertaker leaped to land in front. His belt of lockers fell into Ciels hands.
"Take care of my treasure for me will you little Earl, I have something else I need to fetch." Undertaker said.
Sebastian laughed.
"Then fetch!" He called, throwing Violet overboard.
Violet let out a scream as she felt herself falling through the air towards the ocean. She twisted in the air desperately trying to form a reaper portal but fear fogged her mind and for the life of her she couldn't do it!
Moments later she hit the water with a thunderous clap and sank beneath the black waves.
So what did you think of my little romantic-ish teaser? Reviews are welcome! Flames shall be laughed at, posted for others to laugh at, and then ignored as I continue the story.