Ciel's Sister Celeste

Chapter 3: An Unusual Ability

Majorly edited!

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PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER!

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It had been about a year since Haru had rescued Celeste, and thankfully, she seemed to have mostly recovered from the knife wound, as well as the whip marks Undertaker had discovered during his initial treatment. She had several scars scattered in various places throughout her body, luckily most of them were easy to cover up with dresses. Or suits, Haru thought with a grin. It was not proper in the least in this odd human world for women to wear suits, but Celeste insisted on wearing them. He had his suspicions about why, but he kept any comments to himself. His main concern was her mental state. The human world was far behind the one he was from in terms of medical help, and mental help was unheard of here, but Celeste seemed to be doing well given what she had endured. Unsurprisingly she could not remember anything from before the cult, but she also has night terrors almost every night, ones that neither he nor Undertaker could seem to prevent. Her sleep schedule was abhorrent as a result, but since no one had any control over it, he figured it was best not to complain. There were also several other issues, but thankfully, Celeste could still laugh and smile despite the many obstacles in her way. Haru had started to muse about what he could do to improve the trauma she was struggling with when he was interrupted by a shout from down the hall.
"Haaaaaarrrruuuu!!!! Uncle Taaaaakeeeeerrr!!!!"
Haru glanced up from the book he had been absently looking at during his musings, to look at the blunette as she ran down the stairs, mildly annoyed and amused at the same time. He adored the nickname Celeste had for Undertaker.
"What do you want Celeste? And what have I told you about running indoors?" Haru said sternly, making sure the annoyance showed in his voice.
Celeste started to giggle and spun around, the blue dress she was wearing still far too big for her skinny frame. "I have a question I want to ask you guys."
Haru raised an eyebrow, even as a smile flit across his face. "The question will have to wait until Undertaker is finished with the coffin he's making. And you did not answer my second question young lady."
"You said not to run on the stairs" Celeste was still giggling as she said this, her broadening grin saying she had seen the slip in Haru's façade.
Haru snorted, raising an eyebrow at her. "Looks like someone needs a lesson about listening to their guardians." He teased, closing the book he had been, admittedly, ignoring.

Celeste's laughter grew louder, even as she turned to run. Haru gave her a running start, but within seconds had caught her and was tickling her mercilessly.

"No!" Celeste shouted between fits of laughter, dragging out her words. "Stop! I can't breathe!"
Haru stopped tickling her for a few moments to let her catch her breath.
"Hmm..." he said, pretending to think about it. "How about... Nope!!!" Haru started to tickle her again, grinning as her laughter echoed down the hall.

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"And done, uhuehee. Perfect." Undertaker said out loud, having just finished with the flower carving on the lid of the coffin. A noble had requested it, so it was best to finish it sooner rather that later. He chuckled to himself as he heard Celeste laughing from down the hall. Haru was obviously doing something that was funny. Undertaker put the hinges into place, then closed the lid to the coffin, done for the day. He left the coffin in the middle of the room, heading towards the hallway through the reception room. When he saw Haru and Celeste, Undertaker burst into laughter, falling to the floor and cackling like a madman. Celeste had pinned Haru to the floor, and was trying to figure out where he was ticklish when Undertaker had walked in.

"Uncle Taker! You finished the coffin!" He heard Celeste cheer as she jumped off Haru's chest. She then ran over and just stared as Undertaker attempted to calm down and failed.