We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 40: The Mortuary.

•Mallory•

It's now the next morning, and I'm with Undertaker, and Sebastian's corpse.

His funeral is tomorrow.

"So what are you going to do to him?" I ask.

"Well, I've got to inspect the body. Then wash it, embalm him, all that good stuff. Do you know how tall he is?"

"He's 6'1... And don't embalm him, what if he comes back to life or something?"

"He's gonna smell, Miss Mallory."

"No, he won't. He's a demon."

"You've got a point.. Okay, then. Help me get these clothes off of him so I can clean the wounds and such."

I nod my head, and start helping him undress the upper half of the body.

He looks around, cleaning the blood and stab marks off of his chest and stomach.

"Hey, that looks like a stab from the Demon Sword right there." He says, pointing at the center of his stomach.

I look carefully. "Oh my God, it does."

"That's the cause of death for certain, then. Now how are we gonna get these pants off, here?"

"Do you really have to look there, too?" I groan.

"Trust me, I don't want to."

*

"Whoa. That's uh.."

"I told you not to check there." I sigh, glaring at Undertaker.

"How does he wear pants with that?"

"Can we stop talking about my dead husband's special body parts?" I sigh.

He laughs, and grabs cleaning supplies.

"Alright. Help me wash the body."

******NIGHT TIME******

Me and Ciel decided to stay the night at Undertaker's, since Sebastian's body is there, and the shop is closer to the church.

And here I am, laying in a bed shaped as a coffin, in one of Sebastian's old shirts.

And I can't sleep.

If only I could've had one more night with Sebastian, holding me close, protecting from anything that could harm me.

Ignoring everything wrong and weird with this idea, I get up, and walk to where Sebastian's coffin is.

I open the door, to see the moonlight shining down on the shiny black coffin, with the whitest possible fabric on the inside, where Sebastian's lifeless body lay. I walk up to the coffin, looking down on him. He looks the same, but even more pale, if possible.

"You're thinking about sleeping in there, aren't you?" A voice asks. I turn around, to see Undertaker.

I lower my head, "How did you know?"

"I just do, dearie. Go ahead, I won't make a big deal out of it. I know you just want more time with him, whether he's dead or alive." He smiles, and walks away.

I shake my head, and lay down in the coffin next to him.

This is so morbid..