Don't Underestimate a Girl (A Black Butler Fan Fiction)

When She Meets Him Agian

Plot kind of comes into play here! You gonna be surprised! You'll never have guessed them being in this story! Ha! XD well I'll shut up so you can enjoy! :)

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Lilith is awoken by a knock at her door. Who could it be at this hour? Her clock read 7:46.

Everyone knows that Lilith never wakes up before 10:10 every morning and if you wake her before that time, you're pretty much already dead. You've dug your own grave.

Who ever it is, I'm going to fucking KILL THEM! She growled in her head, stomping to her door groggily.

Throwing open the door she's ready to yell and scream and beat the person into the floor until she sees her brother. "Adrian? Why are you here!?" She shrieked involuntarily.

{There are rumors that that is Undertaker's real name. I know is not, but I actually kind of like it. So I'm using it!}

The silver reaper chuckled, "Sorry for the early hour, my dear Lilith, but I have a request for you."

"From who?" Her voice is high pitched from anger and annoyance.

"Lord Phantomhive."

"Lord Phantomhive?"

"Yes."

"..."

The next thing the coffin maker knew Lilith slammed the door shut and locked him out.

"Little sister, lets not be too hasty now." He chuckled, somehow unlocking the door and waltzing into her apartment.

"Brother. It's so early! Leave!" She yelled throwing her hands in the air.

"I'll wait till you awake the next time then. Go off to bed." He smiled.

Lilith's eyes narrowed at him suspiciously, "What's the catch?"

Undertaker laughed, "There isn't one I promise you, little sis."

Without hesitation, the ash blonde bolted to her room and collapsed under the covers falling back to sleep.

After 4 hours of waiting, Undertaker finally saw his sister stumbling out of her bedroom. "Morning Lilith." He smiled.

She just grunted.

"I made you tea." He told her, handing her a small cup.

"Thanks." She grumbled, sitting down beside him and taking a sip. "I hate mornings."

Undertaker ruffled her dull blonde mop and laughed, "I know, love."

"I'll be ready at 11:00." Lilith said finishing her cup of tea and retreating to her room. Before she shut her door she called back to her brother. "Adrian. Do I need to look formal?"

"Funeral-day best." He smiled at his joke.

"Okay." And she shut her door.

After showering, Lilith put on a plain, dark navy cotton dress with silver buttons down the back and black boots underneath. Her blonde hair ran down her back and she placed a matching navy vail netted hat.

She adjusted her glasses and walked into her living room. She sighed when she saw her brother watching re-runs of Grell's favorite soap opera, Reaped and Weeping with Killer's fluffy ass in his lap.

"Dear God brother." She held the bridge of her nose in disbelief.

"What?" He cackled, "It actually has a good plot." He ran his long nails down the cats back, making him purr.

"Don't." The female reaper held up her hand. "Let's just go."

He set the white cat on the couch next to him and got up, taking her arm, "To the coffin shop!" He smiled. Lilith just laughed as she and her brother apparated to his shop.