Book3 Black Butler/Demon's Spell/ Reapers Heart UndertakerXReaderXSebastian

🎀Put Back Together♠( Rewritten Edited!)

(A Couple Days later)

I have finally finished my reaper training. It was stressful as hell, trying to keep my cool in the situation. Praying non of the reapers would notice I was still human. Still, it made me wonder how on earth I was able to pass so easily.

I returned finally to the ground just like Undertake told me so. He was now my trained. I had my death scythe, it was a large silver scythe. It gleamed in the light. The problem was I needed to hide it, it was such a large weapon, I needed to either avoid normal humans or leave it back at Undertaker's home, or even just hide in a corner.

There were days at the reaper academy where I almost broke down Will's door in annoyance. Right away I told the man I was sorry. Shuttering at his glares. He may have been stern and blunt. He seemed to be okay with me.

The worst part was..me forcing to reap people's soals. Knowing I was alive just like them, seeing them lay there in a pool of blood. I felt so sorry for them. Something told me they could see me as I did so.

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I had my hidden blade strapped to my back after Undertaker had it specially made for me. It was the one way I could hide my scythe below my trench coat if needed. With the blade covered up of course, otherwise, it would cut me.

It was a simple slip-out strap, yank only as hard as I needed and it would slip out swiftly. The time I had spent outside of Sebastian's orders, the more I have learned of this world, and even my hair grew to quite the length of time since we got separated down in the city's main road at 6 O'Clock.

I haven't seen Sebastian since that incident when I went to the academy. I just didn't want to explain this to him.

* Th-thump!* I felt my chest pulse hard. (G-guh....)
Gaining my face back to neutral, I swallow. ( 6' O clock again...)
why was is always 6, was it a magic word? or will my fate twist once again at this time.

I could feel eyes on me. Moving my eyes over I saw, two emerald ones looking right back at me.
"Uh....are you feeling alright there Miss_____?" Grell said in-between his tea sip.
I look back longer into both their eyes. Undertaker was scanning my face out of worry, but he held a calm look on his face.

"Heh, yes I'm fine, just reminiscing." I looked down at the pocket watch in my hand that I gained when I worked next to Sebastian, the servants, and Snake.
It was 6 0' clock, however, a day before this man's death. Just who is this Silver...? What fate dose this man have. I grip my watch tighter. ( Tch...* biting my cheek inside my mouth, a metallic taste hit me* whoever he is, he can't die by my hands.) I swore to myself that second.

*click* I shut my watch and put it back into my pocket.

The two didn't dare ask me questions, I picked up my new tea-filled cup, that I assumed was filled by Undertaker.

As I held my lips up to the cup. My eyes looked down the street, only to a figure of a man walking towards us.

♦♥🎩♠♥♦ Is that...?

I was sitting here the whole time. Sipping tea with the reapers, I failed to realize this man, walking over, closer and closer to me. He seemed to be young. Pure white hair with jet black streaks, in a messy high ponytail. He kept his eyes to the ground.