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"So~ Are you going to go?~"

My eyes opened and my head snapped quickly to Undertaker.

His long shimmering hair glowed even more as the lamp was in front of his face.

I gulped.

He looks so serious. He's never been like this before.

"Well, I'm not sure. To be honest, I don't even know where the Phantomhive manor is located."

His eyes lit up at my words.

But it quickly faded as he opened his mouth.

"Isn't that a shame~" Instead, his usual smile that creeped me out and comforted me at the same time didn't have the same vibes as it had before. It was now looking almost sinister.

What was with him?

"Um, I'm tired af. I'mma go sleep now. Do you need anything else?" I smiled nervously.

His creepy facade faded immediately and he nodded with a cheery smile.

"No!~ Go to sleep now, you need energy for tomorrow! Sleep well darling~"

Darling. Now that made me shiver.

"Okay, night Undertaker!"

I turned around and headed for my bed, which is actually a coffin.

I don't mind though, it was comfortable inside. I'm just a little worried that someday Undertaker will close the lid and lock me up inside.

He wouldn't do that, wouldn't he?

(Okay, I'm planning to make Undertaker a little bit of a yandere. Lemme know if that's okay, pls!)

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"No way in hell. I'm much stronger than he thinks." I muttered.

TIME SKIP

Bright light covered my eyesight as I regained consciousness.

"Hey! Wake up old lady!"

My eyes widened.

A kid's voice.

WHAT WAS THAT!?

I immediately jolted up from my peaceful slumber as I looked around.

I was back.

I was back.

I'm.

I'm BACK!

I was laying down on a playground, and a crowd of teens surrounded me.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed me and spun me around.

Takemitchi.

His eyes watered.

I was confused.

He hugged me.

I hugged him too.

What place am I in now?

"Takemitchy, where are we? Why are we in a playground?"

He widened his eyes and muttered "shit"

"Y/n. We aren't in a playgrouND–"

He screamed in pain.

Kiyomasa continued to kick him.

The crowd cheered.

Takemitchy didn't give up still and even provoked Kiyomasa more.

Kiyomasa, that son of a bitch.

Akkun yelled for him to stop.

But y'know what?

Fuck all of this, I've had enough.

This needs to stop.

I went forward and landed a kick on Kiyomasa's private part.

"Fuck!"

I ran towards him in a threatening manner as he curled up on the ground, hissing at the pain.

Good. You deserve it. Scumbag.

The teens immediately stopped cheering and gaped at the scenario.

I bent down and twisted his arm, nice and slow. This way he can feel the pain more.

I smiled.

"Can you feel it now?"

His face twisted into shock, then fear, then anger.

Hah, funny how humans can change their emotions in a second.

He was about to punch me with his arm (that wasn't broken) but someone stopped him.

"Oi Kiyomasa."

That voice.

I knew that voice.

My face was covered in sweat as I tried to figure out if I was going to Naruto run my way out or stay.

"You're scaring the crowd."

I could never. Ever forget that voice.

"Oi, you okay?"

Draken.

Now he wants to know if I'm okay huh?

After they replaced me with that little shit.

Now they're just going to come here and talk to me as if they didn't replace me for some dumb bimbo after all those years passed?

Damn it.

I slowly turned around to say something. But was interrupted with a–

"Hey hey, Ken-chin."

Draken turned his head around.

"Hah? Don't call me by my nickname at a place like this." He grumbled with an irritated expression.

Mikey. They're both here.

He smiled.

"All my dorayaki's gone."

My heart swelled up at the sight.

My friends.

They're here?

TIME SKIP → cuz i'm too tired af to explain...

"You're now my bitch, Takemitchy!"

HUH.

Tch, his weirdness never failed to amaze me.

Years passed, he's still the same.

"Now, who's your company–?"

He stopped talking when he looked at me.

His eyes went wide, Draken's eyes didn't, as if he already knew I was gonna be here.

"Y/n-chin?"

Fuck.

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