THE MATCH GIRL 黒執事

Chapter Fourteen

"My dear wake up..."

The ever so sweet honey voice of Undertaker was heard lightly. A soft yet warm hand brushed her hair with so much love and affection that she wanted to stay there, smitten by so much attention, she was touch starve by his intentions. Undertaker saw the slight movement of her fingers, he took hold of her hand and gently raised it up towards his lips, kissing her bruised knuckles. His eyes were staring at her figure and hers alone, the rest of the world was nothing, a white and empty canvas that brings him no importance.

"My dear..."

The humming of her name was voiced around and echoed in the dead silent room, it was like Christmas carols waiting to be heard more than once. Finally, she opened her eyes, she was utterly confused by the scenario she saw, she was at his place, in his room, it was early, morning early that the sun was still not up and shining like a sunflower blooming on summer days. [Name] felt disoriented for some reason, she felt extremely weak, her throat was dry and her body arch in pain as she tried to get up, however, Undertaker gently laid her back down, with his hands on her shoulder, she stares up as his silver locks falling down on her like droplets of water falling from the sky and kissing her sensitive skin.

They stayed like that for a while, him admiring her like an elegant yet peculiar wish, a wish that came true, that became a reality resulting in making him the happiest person alive. His hands pinned and gripped hers like a metal chain with no keys to let go, like a permanent chain, he intertwined their fingers together, he felt the warmth radiating from her. His sharp green orbs stare deep into her being, it held dominance, it held possessiveness, it held love, attention, affection, every word imaginable to describe his absolute love for the young lass. As for her, [Name] held the admiration, the hint of love hiding deep in her, she didn't notice that emotion taking over her. She tried to speak but nothing came out, her lips were dry like a dessert that needed at least a small drop of water.

There was something that concerned him, he has always love the bright [e/c] colored eyes, they shined so brightly, but now... They weren't that bright, it has a bleak tone, a dull tone in them, not completely, but it was noticeable for those that stare longer into her eyes.

They both stare at each other, not breaking eye contact even with Undertaker closing the distance and entering her personal bubble, his lips were nearly making contact with hers, a small sigh was let out from her lips at the closure, both of their eyes went cloudy, lust was evident in their sight, to blind to even care and to urgent to even skip a moment to think what they were about to do. That is until a coffin made a sound from the inside that snapped them back to reality.

"What was-"

"You gave me quite the scare there dear, I nearly lost you," Undertaker cut her off as he moved away from her, his hands no longer held hers, instead they were brushing her hair, his nails drag her hair upwards letting it rest away from her injured neck, he stares dully at all the injuries her skin has decorated, not liking it.

"Lost...? Wait what happened? What happened to the circus? And the children? What happened to Joker? Dagger? Doll? Where's is Ciel and Sebastian? Oh, there was also William! Did we solved the case?" slowly but surely, she was trying to remember bits by bits as she spilled question after question.

"A lot my dear..." Undertaker began to say, making her eyes widen not only in confusion but in concern.

"Heh...?" she tried to remember but when she attempted to, her head began to form a painful headache. Undertaker stood rigid remembering what the young earl told him, hearing her shilling laugh, seeing her bloody figure tumbling around as if she was playing ring around the roses. The fire burning behind her like a mantra following her steps.