THE MATCH GIRL 黒執事

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖔

      "My my aren't you a dandy little girl?"

        Sitting on the so many coffins in the morgue of the Undertaker as [Name] blinked several times as she tried to brush away the headache that was starting to form, he gently cleaned the blood from her nose, the mishap from this morning still hasn't brushed away from the girl's mind, she narrated to him everything that happened, he snickered every time she would plump her lips in an aggressive expression but it made her look precious in his eyes. The material of the napkin he was using to clean the blood off was sorts of wonderful texture, the napkin was made of poplin which was soft enough to not hurt her. His long fingernails would brush her messy side bangs behind her ear as he took a better look at her face, admiring it even.

        "And he was astonishingly unpleasant..." [Name] said, she kept babbling without actually being listened to.

        "Who dear?"

        "...You didn't listen to anything I've said!" [Name] whined and crossed her arms, she pursed her lips in a low manner, her eyes made contact with his silver bangs, where his eyes were supposed to be, Undertaker chuckled at the girl before him.

        "Noble or not have I told you to steal my dear? See the outcomes of doing so?" 

        "Yeah but regardless it was a butler that I stumbled into, and then he had the audacity to try and help me."

        "I'm sure he was just being nice my dear."

        "Yeah but not him, I don't like that abominable man..." this causes the retired reaper to raise an eyebrow, surprised by what she said, in curiosity, he asked;

        "Oh? Why is that?" 

        "I know I always sound ridiculously absurd and lousy but I can't help but contemplate how his eyes changed color..."

        Now that is something he should worry about, the man stopped what he was doing and turned to her fully, not moving an inch, the thought of her knowing about what Sebastian could do somehow made his heart clench in a way, she was supposed to be free from her fate, if the person she's talking about is who he thinks he is then he needs to keep a closer eye on her. He used to know her mother, and that woman was a pain in the past, that woman used to avoid death like a professional, like a decease. Her mother was well known in the reaper's dispatch association, which made the young lass in front of him have the same advantage, hide, run, and confuse death itself like her mother used to. Her father, on the other hand, was a remarkable young man, however, he has not only run from grim reapers but demons that wanted his exceptional soul as most demons he has encounter in the past used to say with merriment.

        "Are you trying to say that he was some sort of wizard, my dear?" Undertaker tried to evade this subject as much as possible, he doesn't want her to interact with Sebastian, he wanted to keep her safe, away from them. Her meeting them might make things difficult.

        "In my defense, he was way too attractive to be human... But perhaps that's because his appearance reminds me of mister Vincent," Undertaker smiled a the name, his old companion sure was an angel in society's eyes, and a hero in her eyes, a kind one. He looks to the side as he stares at the coat she was wearing when she came in, she hasn't thrown it away or forget it, [Name] was dead set on meeting the man. That single thought made the male's heart crack in a similar way a vase full of flowers does after a single push in an argument, the young lass was determined to find Vincent Phantomhive, he doesn't want to tell her where he is because it would break her heart, hell, she even said that even if he knew anything about Vincent, she, herself told him that she intends to find the man on her own. Just imagining her sobbing made him began to crumble down at her frail heart.