SEQUEL/PREQUEL TO THAT BUTLER; SECRETS!!!
In order to understand the au-like setting of this story please read That Butler; Secrets first!
This story is a Vintaker fic (Vincent Phantomhive x The Undertaker).
It also follows the manga, and might cont...
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Vincent Phantomhive and Rachel Dalles in holy matrimony," the minister began. The Undertaker had attended this wedding even though he didn't wish to be here. Perhaps, he had gone just because he had received an invitation and had nothing better to do with his time than to watch his Vincent commit himself to another. The ex-reaper even took the time to dress up for this event. He felt stupid. Incredibly stupid.
He sighed and continued to listen to the minister. The wedding seemed to go on for ages. He could only watch the clock in hopes that time would just fast-forward. It didn't though, so he had to entertain himself in other ways. The Undertaker looked around at all the people who had come to this wedding. One in particular stood out, since she was dressed in all red. In time, that individual would have to make a choice that would influence her death. The ex-reaper could sense this sort of thing. Remembering the demon, The Undertaker looked around some more. Michael was nowhere to be seen. He made a mental note to ask about him, (providing that he ever had the chance to talk to Vincent).
The service had finally ended and the large mass of guests swarmed around the newlyweds. They offered their congratulations, and the real important ones made their way to the reception. The Undertaker thought that this would be the perfect time to slip away, but part of him forced him to stay. He came here to at least have small talk with Vincent; he must see that through.
"You there," someone said. "Who're you?"
The Undertaker looked around trying to figure out where the voice came from. The individual grabbed his arm to try and get his attention. The Undertaker recognized him by his scowl and eyebrows. This was one of Vincent's acquaintances from his youth. "Oh, you were talking to me?" The Undertaker grinned. He was trying to smile but failed and it seemed more condescending instead. This was a problem he'd developed recently.
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"Who are you? Do you know Vincent? I've never seen you before," the man fired off one question after another. These two men both had problems when it came to dealing with people. Poor social skills for the win.
"Are you harassing my guests again, Diedrich?" Vincent asked, walking over to the two.
"I'm not! I'm just asking who he is," he said, pointing to The Undertaker.
"The Undertaker," the ex-reaper answered. "That's who I am."
"What is an undertaker doing at a wedding?" he asked.
"Well, obviously he was invited by me, wasn't he?" Vincent said.
"But why would yo-" Diedrich began.
"Stop asking questions and just accept that I have weird friends, yourself included," Vincent placed his hands on Diedrich's shoulders and escorted him out the church's doors. "Just make your way to the reception and I'll see if I feel like explaining it to you then," he said, slamming the doors in his friend's face.
