"Undertaker, I need to speak with you now." A demanding voice wakes Zack from his sleep and he rouses slowly feeling a piece of parchment tickling his face. He reads the paper tiredly finding that Undertaker had business somewhere else and would be gone a few hours. Zack opens his comfortable coffin Undertaker had provided for him making a young child, dressed formally with blue black hair an eye patch and a deep blue eye, jump.
"Undertaker, do you have to... do that..." The kid stops and glares at Zack. "Who the hell are you?" He demands and Zack sighs brushing through his hair lightly with his fingers.
"I'm Mr. Undertaker's assistant as of yesterday, my young lord." Zack's voice is unbemused as he steps out of the coffin and stretches. "Mr. Undertaker is not here at the moment and will be back later." He looks over the kid and then glances back at the man standing behind the boy. The man has short black hair and gleaming red eyes with a rather tall and thin frame.
"Fine then I'll wait here for him, go make me some tea or something." The young boy sits on a coffin and Zack rolls his eyes.
"I'm not your Nanny and I'm not your servant. If you want tea go across the street or something." Zack closes his coffin and takes out some matches before lighting a few candles around the room for better lighting. The boy glares in anger and shakes softly.
"Who the hell do you think I am!" The boy shouts and Zack sighs and stares down at the boy.
"If you're looking for your own name I have no clue but from my perspective you're a rather loud brat who's parent's didn't teach him good enough manners..." Zack's cheek stings from the blow the boy swung at him with his cane.
"I am the Earl Ciel Phantomhive don't forget that name, and never mention my parent's again." The boy glares down at Zack as he stands back up.
"Yes, my lord." Zack says curtly and Ciel turns away from his before going to sit on a different coffin away from Zack. The taller man from before and takes out a handkerchief to lightly dab at the now bleeding wound on Zack's face.
"Please forgive my master, mr.?" The man asks in a sickeningly fake way.
"Keissath, and you?" Zack asks holding out his hand kindly.
"Sebastian, but please do forgive my master Mr. Keissath. I'm afraid he lost his parents at quite a young age, for him it is a very touchy subject."
"Sebastian, I did not tell you to make small chat with the help, go get me some tea immediately." Ciel demands rudely and Sebastian sighs and bids farewell to Zack before leaving the shop and returning minutes later with a full on tray that holds a teapot, teacup, strainer, and a slice of cake. Ciel doesn't even thank him and just sips his drink pissily. Zack just rolls his eyes and starts checking over the coffins to see if any of them need repair or maintenance.
"To what do I owe the honor of the young Earl's visit to?" Undertaker asks after coming out from the back. Zack sighs in relief at Undertaker's arrival and continues his maintenance on a coffin that's lining had come undone.
"Firstly, get rid of the help." Ciel crosses his arms and glares at Zack who keeps his eyes on his work. "And after that I want information."
"Well I'm sorry to say young earl but I will be neither ditching my help or giving you any information today." Undertaker giggles and Zack smiles a bit as he relaxes.
"Why the hell not?" Ciel stands angrily and Undertaker smiles more darkly.
"Young earl, everything comes with a price. The price for you marking my precious little helper, that you so dubiously recommended I get, is that I will not help you today" Undertaker perches lightly on one of his coffins and Ciel glares more.
"You have no use for a disrespectful peasant!" Ciel stalks towards Zack and reaches for him only to have his hand caught short by Undertaker.
"I must warn you young earl, should you chose to harm my assistant in anyway again, I'll take your contract eye as recompense." Undertaker releases Ciel's arm and Sebastian yanks him away with a wary look to Undertaker. Ciel is badly shaken as he stares at the terrifyingly dark but smiling face Undertaker is making. Zack swallows and watches the confrontation quietly. "Should you ever need my services again young earl I suggest you gain a sense of humor and allow your butler to be the one to be dealing with me." Ciel glares and removes himself from Sebastian's arms so that he may stalk to the door of the parlor.
"Sebastian we're leaving, he clearly isn't going to talk with us." Ciel stats hotly and Sebastian follows opening the door for him and glancing back at Zack and Undertaker before responding.
"Yes, my lord." The door closes behind the two and Undertaker sighs before looking at Zack.
"Let me see that cut of yours." Undertaker's fingers slide under Zack's chin and tilt his head so that he may see the abrasion to Zack's porcelain skin. "Come on, we should disinfect this before it starts to swell to much." He lightly pulls Zack by the arm to the back and sits him down before gathering his supplies and moving back in front of him. As Undertaker dampens a cloths Zack swallows and stares up at him anxiously.
"I-I'm sorry for costing you your relations with the earl earlier..." Zack stutters softly and Undertaker gives him a gentle but true smile as he dabs lightly at the wound.
"My relations with Ciel have always been on unsteady ground what with my relations with his father before him. Losing that customer is less of a hardship than losing you." Undertaker stares into Zack's eyes his hair hanging in almost a tent like way and Zack blushes lightly.
"Th-thank you..." Zack whispers and Undertaker smiles a bit more.
"Anytime... Well lets get to fixing this wound of yours why don't we?" Undertaker takes out a needle and Zack swallows in fear.
"I-is that really necessary?" Zack squeaks.