Black Butler: Book of Abduction

10 | His Butler, The Undertaker

<3rd POV>
"Ah, I see you're back." The Undertaker greeted with his head tilted, still beneath Henrietta who was in the air.

Soon enough, Henrietta slipped off herself and helped the Undertaker out from between the lid and the case.

"You've brought the young lord, hehhehehe." The Undertaker patted Henrietta's head and the walked closer to Ciel.

"Don't approach any closer." Ciel glared, "We don't have much time." Ciel hinted. "I need some information of the abductions in the towns." He began to lose his composure.

"You know the cost of information." He said giggling away at the sight of the Earl. "How will you do it this time?"

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my lord-"

"Whoa! Let me try!" Henrietta raised her arm, "I've never been able to do it before but at the manor, I was able to think of a few ideas. Will you allow me Ciel?" Henrietta asked.

"How can you possibly-" Ciel didn't have the heart to ask and gave it to her.

"Alright then, everyone out." She smiled innocently, pushing their backs out the front door.

Ciel and Sebastian waited outside and Sebastian even took out his watch and timed how long it would take Henrietta.

"I doubt she can make-"
Unexpectedly, loud screeches of laughter leaked through the doors and it began to echo.

"Why am I not surprised..." Ciel shook his head. "At least we can get the information now."

"She's not like most." Sebastian pointed out. "I wonder what a woman she'll become in her later years." He wondered.

When they walked back into the parlor, Henrietta was walking out of the back with a tray of tea. She kept a gleam of pride and success in her face.

"So, what is it that you need, hehe.." The Undertaker asked, still giggling in the process. It was like dealing with an elementary child.

"Abductions, has there been any children that has arrived to your door? Black haired ones especially?"
"... There hasn't been any guest with black hair..." He replied. "Ah, but there was guest that came in yesterday, the boy had white hair." The Undertaker nodded his head, "However, once I cleaned him up, I noticed it was bleached. His hair may have been black before." He assumed. 

"So what color do you presume it was?"
"Black if that's the answer you want." The Undertaker poked the cheek of the Earl and Ciel slapped his hand away.

"Just one?" Henrietta questioned.

"A couple of bleached haired ones. Hehehhe." He answered, "so many guests have made their way here, it's like a party."

"Young master, should we head to the village?" Sebastian handed Ciel back his hat.

"We're finished here." Ciel stood up and held his cane in his hand. "Business with you sure are bizarre." He commented.

"Oh, before you go Earl. Can you give me a second, with her. Hehehehehe." The Undertaker placed his hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him.

"Do what you want." Ciel and Sebastian left first.
"What is it?" Henrietta turned around.

"The butler... Hhehehehe have you've noticed anything about him? Anything peculiar?" He tugged on her sleeve.

Henrietta crossed her arms and sighed, "indeed, however I don't find him a threat. You shouldn't worry of such trivial things. No need." She insisted.

"Hehehehe, be careful. Those two could wreak havoc in seconds before you could notice it yourself. A dangerous pair of London's best."

"Tsk, there you go again." She laughed, "What can they really do to me? If you're that worried, then let me borrow that scythe of yours."

"Hehehhehehe." The Undertaker continued to laugh.