The Demon, The Shinigami and The Maid

His Butler: Losing

The ride to the Undertaker's shop was much quicker from Madam Reds home, which was something, that Alice was deeply grateful for. Slipping down gracefully from the giant steeds back she slipped the reigns over its large head and tied them so the horse couldn't wonder off.

Dusting her dress she touched the ancient handle of the shop and smiled gently before slipping inside and softly closing the door.

As always she was greeted by the strange scent that swirled around the dark, damp interior. On the desk in the corner stood one lone candle, its dull light hardly lighting much of the shop, leaving the rest to the darkness. As Alice peered around, she pulled the hood of her cloak down feeling slightly disappointed to find the main room empty.

She turned as she glanced over the entire room, hoping she would spot him, moving through various coffins until she stood near one of his newer victims.

"Undertaker?" she called out in a low voice as her boots clicked softly against the old wooden floor.

When she got no response she turned towards the door only to walk face first into a familiar chest. She let out the breath she had caught and looked up at the man who towered over her. "You should really stop trying to give me a heart attack Undertaker." She chuckled softly as he snaked his arms around her waist pulling her snuggly against him.

"It is good to see you, love." He ran his fingers through her hair gently. "What seems to be on your mind my dear?"

Alice looked up at him and swallowed nervously. She had never mentioned to the Undertaker that Sebastian would not leave her alone since she had thought she could handle the problem herself, yet she knew she wasn't able to for much longer since he was getting bolder with his affections. Swallowing her pride she looked up at the man and sighed. "Before I tell you what is troubling me I have one request to make."

"Well ask away my dear." His grin widened.

"I want to see...." She broke off staring up at him, her fingertips ghosting along the edge of his bangs. "Your eyes." she finished softly staring up at him. She watched his grin widen at the simple question.

"I was wondering when you would finally ask me something my dear. Go ahead, love, take a look." He whispered leaning into her gentle touch.

He watched through his bangs as Alice took in a breath and held it. Her fingers gently combing his hair from his eyes as she peered up curiously.

What greeted the small woman was the most devastatingly beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. Alice couldn't stop herself from staring at them, as they seemed to suck her soul in. She had known before that he had beautiful eyes, but the real thing was always so much better than something illustrated on a thin piece of paper. They were intelligent, cunning and wise, yet as she stared up into them, they held the all tenderness she had ever seen in one look.

The look he was giving her had stolen her breath away and any words she could have uttered in that moment. Her heart had simply stopped beating on its own accord. As she watched him, he moved nearer to her and closed the small gap between them, claiming her lips in a soft kiss.

He watched as her eyelids gently fluttered closed and smiled at the light dusting of pink that had taken its place on her cheeks. He was curious about what was bothering her, but to the strange man it could wait, all he wanted to see was her pretty smile, then he would listen to her.

After a while they pulled away and Alice remembered she had to breathe. She chuckled softly in his arms feeling safe and content. "You shouldn't hide your eyes my reaper." She whispered.

"Anything for you, love." He spoke into her hair leaving gentle kisses. "I will show them only when you are around if it is what you wish." He watched as a warm smile touched her rosy lips. "Now tell me, my little treasure, what seems to be bothering you?" he stroked her cheek making her gaze meet his.