Black Butler, Seven Minutes In Heaven.

Undertaker.

The feeling of the whole room staring at you in anticipation was not one that you were used to, or one that you liked, so you quickly shoved your trembling hand into the over sized bag that Bethan had practically shoved in front of your face. There seemed to be a variety of peculiarly shaped items, none of which that you could even vaguely recognize. Not wanting to keep everyone waiting for too much longer, you hesitantly lifted the most interestingly shaped object that you could find out of the bag.
"What!? A... miniature coffin?" You jumped, as two bony hands suddenly clasped your shoulders.
"Yes, my dear. Do you like it? I could always make you a bigger one, if you would like that, he he he..." You gasped, as Undertaker started steering you towards the lone closet. You could hear Bethan giggling as she followed the two of you. You knew that you were going to have to make her pay for this somehow...
"No, thank you, Undertaker." You answered nervously, as he held the closet door open for you to enter, before slipping in afterwards. As you stepped inside, Bethan gave you a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, _____. Undertaker won't bite. At least, I hope not..."
"What is that supposed to mean?" You shouted, but it was too late, as Bethan had already slammed the door shut, locking you inside the gloomy closet, with perhaps the strangest man that you had ever met...

"What's wrong, love? You're being awfully quiet..." Undertaker asked, and you heard him take a step in your direction. Not wanting him to get too close, you carefully knelt down on the hard and rather uncomfortable floor of the sorrowful closet.
"Nothing..." You muttered, staring into the penetrating darkness.
"I know what could cheer you up, my dear!" Undertaker also sat down, crossing his legs. You couldn't tell how close he was, which made you feel even more uneasy.
"Why don't you tell me your best joke?" His strange suggestion caused you to tilt your head slightly.
"A joke?" You questioned, in case you had misheard him.
"Yes... take your time, love." You screwed your face up, and rested your fore finger on your chin, attempting to come up with a worthy joke for this situation. Before you could come up with anything, however, Undertaker started laughing hysterically.
"HA HA HA! THAT WAS HILARIOUS!" He managed to yell, whilst rolling around on his stomach, and pounding his trembling fists on the closet floor, right in front of you.
"Undertaker, I didn't even say anything..." Undertaker's sudden and unexpected laughter had startled you, but even so, this man intrigued you somehow... Undertaker managed to sit back up, still panting slightly. He then started to crawl towards you, causing you to freeze, not knowing what to say or do.
"You didn't have to, he he... The face that you pulled was funny enough!" He purred in your ear. Again, you gasped. You had no idea that he had been this close to you. Nevertheless, his warm breath made you feel more relaxed.
"Oh... right." You muttered, as he began to stroke your cheek gently with one of his long, black fingernails.
"So soft... You Know, love, you could be as funny as the Earl Phantomhive's hilarious butler, if you put your mind to it..." Undertaker whispered, and you could almost hear the wide grin that spread across his face in his voice. His other hand then moved to rest on your shoulder, and he planted a light kiss on your forehead.
"Undertaker!" Your eyes widened, confused, yet pleased, for some reason. Undertaker placed one, cold, slender finger on your lips, and leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against yours.
"Hush... my love. Allow me to take away your fears..." Before you could say anything, Undertaker started to kiss you passionately, causing you to sigh, before returning the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, whilst he kept his hands on your shoulders. He had such a delicate touch, which was quite a contrast to what you had expected him to be like. You broke away slowly in order to breathe, and Undertaker cupped your face in his hands. He frowned, as an uncertain expression spread across your face.
"Is something wrong, my dear?" Undertaker asked, clearly concerned.
"No... I was just wondering... Why do you hide your eyes? I bet that they are beautiful..." Undertaker's usual eerie smile returned to his lips, as he carefully pushed his bangs out of the way, revealing the most mesmerizing eyes that you had ever seen! They were such an unusual colour, luminous bright green, but slightly darker in some places. You immediately understood why he kept them hidden. If everyone could his eyes, then they most likely pay more attention to them than his personality.
"So? I know that they might be a bit strange, but-"
"No!" You cut him off. "They're gorgeous!" Your response surprised Undertaker, and you caught him off guard when you smashed your scarlet red lips into his, and entwined your fingers in his long, silvery hair. Your heart began beating much faster than usual, when you felt Undertaker's tongue press against your bottom lip, requesting entry. You opened your mouth gladly, letting him in, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. Suddenly, a beam of light entered the closet. You were so immersed in your passionate kissing, that neither of you heard Bethan unlock, then gingerly open, the closet door.
"AHHHHHH! _____! Undertaker! Honestly, are William and I the only time conscious people here?" Your best friend eyed Undertaker suspiciously, as the two of you broke apart, a blush appearing on your usually pale cheeks.
"Sorry, Bethan. I suppose that you require us to depart from the closet now?" You smiled weakly at her, causing her gaze to soften, then the both of you stepped outside of the, now not so sorrowful, closet.
"Yes, I do. Oh, and Undertaker." Bethan put on her serious face, and looked Undertaker in the eyes, which had not been re-covered by his bangs yet.
"Yeeeeeeees?" Bethan sighed.
"Please, treat her well, and if you harm her in ANY way, then I will PERSONALLY murder you. Do you understand?" Undertaker laughed, then wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Don't worry, my dear, _____ will always be safe, whenever she is with me."