That Mortician; Desires

Epilogue

"Uny," the boy coughed to cover up his mistake, "Undertaker, I believe you know why I am here," the blue haired boy with an eyepatch spoke.

"Uhuhuhu," The Undertaker chuckled. "Are you finally going to allow me to make a coffin for you? I even pre-ordered some special cushions!~"

"Enough fooling around Undertaker! You left out details in the file you sent me!" the young earl was growing frustrated.

"I did not," The Undertaker grinned and stretched out on his desk, "I told you exactly everything you asked about." The young earl glared at the ex-reaper. He couldn't tell that the man before him was a reaper, but he didn't care. He was just as annoying as his butler, if not more so.

"You're looking more and more like your father every day, Earl Phantomhive," The Undertaker observed. He was grateful for that. If this child had grown up to look like Rachel, the ex-reaper wouldn't be able to hold himself back from killing him.

"Don't change the subject!" the earl snapped.

"You know my price," The Undertaker reminded. 

The earl glared,"Sebastian."

"Yes, My Lord, but I must request that you leave the room," the butler bowed. Ciel huffed in annoyance. How hard was it going to be to get the information he desired? The young earl left the shop and waited outside while the two conversed.

"It has been a while since we have seen each other, Stephy, ah no, you're Sebby now, aren't you?" The Undertaker's cold eyes could just barely be seen through his fringe.

"Indeed it has, reaper," Sebastian replied on-guard.

"Oh, don't need to be so uptight. I'm not going to tell the boy anything about you. He can just order you to give him any information he wants, should he want it," The Undertaker waved his sleeve around and smiled.

"Then what did you want?"

"The opportunity never arose for me to scold you," The Undertaker stood up and walked over to the butler. They were eye-to-eye now.

"Scold me? For what?" he asked.

"I believe I told you when Vincent brought you here, did you forget what I said?" The Undertaker tried to jog his memory. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer. "I believe it went something like...'I let you have Leic, but if you ever do anything to harm this human, I will come after you.'" 

"I never hurt Vincent!" the butler defended himself.

"You took his soul, I don't care if he was already dying! You took his soul, and for that, I'll take your memories of Leic. It's not much of a punishment but, for now, it'll do. Expect more from me in the future."

"You can't do that! The memories are all I have left of Leic!" the butler raised his voice.

"And that soul was all I had left of Vincent," The Undertaker placed his hand on Sebastian's head, it started to glow as he searched for what he wished to take. The demon fell unconscious during this event. The Undertaker wished he could have done more to hurt the demon, but it wasn't the right time.

The demon awoke forgetting everything that had happened. All he remembered of that confrontation was that he had to get The Undertaker to laugh. The Undertaker looked at the demon's confusion and a laugh forced it's way out. The Undertaker laughed long and hard. 

Ciel heard him and decided it was okay to enter again. "Undertaker! The information," the boy demanded. The Undertaker ignored his demands and continued to laugh. The dumbfounded expressions on the young earl and his butler certainly weren't helping him stop his fit.

"This man is insane," the boy muttered.

"I quite agree that, he is a bit on the strange side," the butler replied.

"What exactly made him this way?"

"Perhaps he was born crazy...?"

"Or perhaps crazy was born him..."

"That doesn't make any sense, Young Master."

"Oh, shut up! You know what I meant!"

The Undertaker watched as the two bickered. It reminded him of Diedrich and Vincent. The ex-reaper interrupted them and gave them what they came for. They left shortly after giving their thanks.

The Undertaker went into the back of his shop and began talking to himself, "Now I can continue my work," he said. He grabbed some of the extra wood that couldn't be used for coffins and began to make sotoba. Of course, he wouldn't use them for what they were meant for, (other than carving the names of the people he had buried) instead, he would hide them and use them as backup weapons. 

The Undertaker didn't have many hobbies to occupy him in his spare time and was often alone. Being alone is one of the most dangerous things, because no one can stop you from your own mind.

The Undertaker hummed to himself as he thought of all the ways he should continue to test the human life cycle. That was his life now...running errands for the Earl Phantomhive by day and testing humans by night.

And he couldn't imagine it any other way.