Hey! This chapter is really short, too! I guess I'll just post sooner so I don't keep you guys hanging! Thanks for reading this! Yana Owns Kuro!
"You shall accompany Sebastian and I today on a little trip," Ciel told Lea.
"Trip?"she repeated.
"Yes,"Ciel confirmed.
It was morning after the incident in Ciel's study.
"It is of great importance that you follow every instruction we give you,"he said.
"Put this on,"Sebastian handed her a violet dress and cloak. "You are not a maid today."
"Yes, my lord," she curtsied.
In the carriage, Ciel gave Lea instructions.
"You do not speak to anyone we do not first, hold your head high with dignity, you are playing a noblewoman today, and finally follow every command we give you," he finished.
"May I ask what this outing is about?" She implored.
"Yes. You are assisting us in a case I have acquired from the queen," he said.
"Where are we going?"she asked.
"We are already here," he said, as the carriage stopped.
Sebastian led Lea out of the cart, then Ciel.
"The Undertaker?" She read the sign.
"Yes," Ciel replied.
They entered the shop, and the owner was no where to be seen.
"Undertaker!" Ciel called.
"Here!"the Undertaker opened the coffin he was in.
He hopped out and looked at his company.
Lea blushed immediately and turned around to look at some coffins.
"Can I make your coffin yet?" He asked his norm.
"No, I have to ask you some important questions. Lea you make look around," Ciel said.
"Thank you, my lord," she replied.
Was this about the murderer they spoke of that night? What about the Sir Jackson?
Lea strolled about the strange, yet tranquil coffins. Lea looked at many a coffin. Mahogany, Elm, Oak, Maple, and many other imported and exotic woods were labeled on neat little cards in front of the corresponding coffins. A particular coffin had caught her eye. Labeled "Dark Oak", it was a black and simple casket. The lid had tiny, gold symbols scattered across the top. It was lined with a dark red velvet fabric, and it had a lacey black pillow. She walked towards it and looked closer. It seemed to be drawing her to it, and she was becoming drowsy. She looked around. No master, no butler, and most importantly, no retired shinigami turned undertaker around. She rolled into the open casket and fell asleep.