THE MATCH GIRL 黒執事

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖝

 "Happy birthday..." the soft hums and words were let out of Undertaker's lips, he was in his room, sitting in the same coffin from the corner of his room, moving his head left to right.

        "Oh? Why are you singing happy birthday and to whom?" [Name] asked coming inside of his room, she was a curious cat, she wants to know why he was singing.

        "Well, someone's birthday is today my dear."

        "Yours?" she gasps in excitement but sulked once the same male that was singing the tune shook his head in a 'no' manner with a grin on his lips.

        "A young earl's birthday."

        "Phantomhive? He was born in December?" [Name] asked in bewilderment, the month matches his cold expressions and personality for some odd reason but like the winter season, he needs someone to depend on to keep him worm to survive.

        "I haven't seen him in a while, hope he's doing fine..." Undertaker turned towards her as he stood up from the coffin and walked towards her, offering her the biscuits which she narrowed her eyes.

        "Alright we are going out and we are going to buy food, I'm tired of eating those and especially seeing you eat them," [Name] said, dragging the surprised male by the hand.

        The day was just like how [Name] resents it, freezing, blustery, snowy, as soon as she opened the door she had to close it and opened it again but this time, her body has more protection, she carried a coat for the male that matches his plain but simple style. The young lass, on the other hand, had more than just a simple coat, she had a scarf surrounding her neck, the coat she cherishes, another coat that's made out of tweed material which was given to her by none other than Undertaker, precisely in the same winter season they are experiencing now, and last but not least gloves, which are made out of cotton, a material she wonders how it's made. Breathing the air and blowing it out, she saw a cloud of smoke coming out of her mouth, just like the snow on the ground whenever you kick it and sees the dust of snow that goes up. The pair keep walking as they passed shops after shops in the streets, none of them were of interest but there was one that made the male stood frozen in front of one, the girl notices how she was walking alone and turned around to see the man, staring at a glass of a shop in wonder.

        "Hey Under... what's the holdup?" [Name] asked as she strolled back towards him.

        "Just wondering how would you look in one my dear..." in confusion she didn't know what he was talking about until she saw what was inside of the shop, she blushed, her face turning completely cherry, they were in front of a bride workshop, where their dresses are proudly standing in the front with elegance.

        "The day I'll get married... I have never seen myself think that honestly speaking," [Name] stated while staring at the white dress, she can't imagine herself in such glamorous clothing.

        "You have a whole life ahead of you my dear."

        "I know... same as you," the young lass gaze at the man beside her who hummed in response, a soft smile decorated his lips.

        "...Let's buy food."

        "Oh right! So what would you like? I was planning on making pasta salad, the granny that takes care of Jim and Luka does it whenever I... steal some ingredients," she said, whispering by the end of the sentence but it was still loud for him to hear.

        "What did I told you, my dear?"

        "B-but that was a long time ago! I promise," the girl explained, moving her arms around, making it seem like she was calm but she was just trying to calm herself.