You couldn't get that face out of your head. Eyes like a French liqueur and skin like porcelain, marred only by a scar across his face, though that somehow made him more appealing. You had never seen a more handsome man.

"F/N, it is time to work," a voice told you from outside your door.

"Right, right!" you called hurriedly, getting off your bed. Yes, you had been thinking about that man ever since you had left him yesterday; you had barely a wink of sleep. You opened the door, about to walk out when someone sighed.

"F/N, your uniform?" the same voice asked tiredly, and you blushed.

"Y-Yes, of course. Thank you, Mr. Sebastian..."

"Really, you are more scatterbrained than Mey-rin. Even she did not forget to put on a suitable attire before leaving her room." You nodded, trying to focus as you backpedaled into your room and shut the door again. "Your tasks for today: Reorder the books in the library; it seems Prince Soma took it upon himself to take everything off the shelves to make everything easier to read. Clean the floors of the manor with Mey-rin, and when you have finished that, you are to aid her with polishing the banisters. After that, you will weed the courtyard with Finny. And finally, you shall accompany the young master to pick up the item Undertaker promised to acquire."

"Slave driver," you mumbled as you picked up your uniform.

"I'm not deaf, F/N." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "I can show you what a slave driver looks like, if you really want me to."

"Eeep!" you squawked, startled. "N-No, that's alright..." you replied, and Sebastian chuckled.

"Thought so," his fading voice said. Of course, you knew Sebastian was a demon and that him being a slave driver was the least of your problems. Because you knew he was a demon, Sebastian felt free to expose more of his true nature to you, and you knew you certainly didn't like it. On the outside, he was the image of a gentleman, but inside, he was a horrific monstrosity, a shadow—truly a demon.

When you walked out of your room (dressed in your maid uniform) again, you realized something: you would see Undertaker again today.

The very thought sent shivers up and down your spine. You would finish your chores as quickly as possible—while keeping quality, or Sebastian would probably make you do everything over at an inhuman rate.

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First came the books. Sebastian clearly hadn't been joking when he said Prince Soma had taken all the books from the shelves to make reading easier. The books were all on the floor... with Prince Soma in the center, a very worried Agni at the side.

"U-Um, excuse me, Prince Soma, but I must put these books back in order,"

"Not now, F/N," Prince Soma grunted, holding a book close to his face. "I'm trying to decipher these strange runes..." You picked your way over the disorganized stacks of books and peered at the book Prince Soma was reading.

"It says, 'God either wants to eliminate bad things and cannot, or can but does not want to, or neither wishes to nor can, or both wants to and can. If he wants to and cannot, then he is weak – and this does not apply to god.' Why are you reading Latin?"

"Ciel said he might play chess with me if I could understand De Ira Deorum or however you say it..." You sighed.

"I'll play chess with you later, Prince Soma. Just please get out of the library for now." Prince Soma instantly brightened.

"Promise?" he asked, standing up. You nodded, and he barrelled out of the room, no doubt to gloat to Ciel. Before Agni followed his prince, he bowed to you slightly.

"I am sorry for the state of this room. I will help you reorganize it." You smiled.

"Thank you Agni."

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Okay, that was the library done with. Next came cleaning the floors and polishing the banisters with Mey-rin, which fortunately went without much trouble. Except for the fact that Mey-rin had mistaken the wax for shoe polish again, and you both had to remedy this mistake through a combination of sudsy water and ammonia before wiping the banister dry and waxing it as usual.

Next came the weeding, the job right before you were supposed to accompany the young master to the Undertaker's Parlor. This time, you were the one making mistakes, pulling the wrong plants, only barely stopped by Finny before you did an extreme amount of damage.

"I-I'm sorry, Finny. My mind's someplace else," you apologized as Finny attempted to replant the flowers you'd carelessly ripped out. He smiled at you.

"Don't worry too much, F/N. Servants have to look out for each other when they make mistakes, right?" You smiled back and nodded. Honestly, Finny, Mey-rin, Bard and Agni were some of the nicest people you had ever met, and it made you happy to know they were your friends and coworkers.

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Finally—it was time to see the Undertaker again. Before, you had been too shy, but now you had mustered the courage to at least say 'hi' to the mortician. The time you spent in the carriage could not have been longer.

When Ciel noticed you fidgeting, he asked, "Are you uncomfortable, F/N?" You shook your head slightly.

"It's nothing," you replied, mimicking his bored tone to avoid being discovered. Judging from the slight chuckle you heard from the front of the carriage, Sebastian knew exactly why you were fidgeting; it was as if he could read your mind.

Upon arriving at his Parlor, you carefully followed the young master out of the carriage and into Undertaker's shop at last.

"Oh, Earl? Back so soon?" the silver-haired man asked with a grin as he leaned on a coffin.

"Enough with your games, Undertaker. I came to retrieve the item you said you'd have for me today." Undertaker raised a long, black-nailed finger, wagging it, and tutted.

"Acquiring that item was quite difficult Earl. I think I deserve double-payment for you to receive it." Ciel grunted.

"Sebas—"

"Oh? Relying on him again? I think I'd find it far more interesting to hear a good joke from the blushing lass," Undertaker mocked, giving you a glance. Ciel rolled his eyes before he looked at you and nodded,

"You heard him, F/N." Well, at least you'd be able to talk to him.

"I-Is it alright if I ask you to leave and not listen?" Ciel raised an eyebrow at you.

"Fine. Come, Sebastian." With that, you were left alone in the Parlor with Undertaker.

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"Well, my dear? What joke shall you tell to give me a first rate laugh?" Taking a deep breath, you thought for a bit. Then, you had it.

"Bring out your dead!" You clanged a small bell you'd seen earlier in the shop and repeated the phrase a few times. You changed your voice, pretending to be carrying a body and said,

"Here's one — nine pence." You changed your voice to the imaginary person being carried over your shoulder.

"I'm not dead." Back to the mortician's voice: "What?" Then the customer's: "Nothing — here's your nine pence."

And in a slightly more urgent tone of the dead person's voice, you said, "I'm not dead!" Changing back to the mortician, you said, almost disbelievingly, "Here — he says he's not dead!"

And rapidly, you switched from the customer's voice, "Yes, he is." to the dead person's voice, "I'm not!" to the mortician's, "He isn't." and back to the dead person's. "I'm getting better!"

You turn towards the imaginary person on your back and say, "No, you're not — you'll be stone dead in a moment."

You put on a disapproving face as the mortician, saying, "Oh, I can't take him like that — it's against regulations.

Then you wail, as the dead person, "I don't want to go in the cart!"

Shifting back to the customer's voice again, you scolded, "Oh, don't be such a baby."

Again shifting to the mortician, you claimed, "I can't take him..."

Interjecting as the dead person, you exclaimed, "I feel fine!"

Tiredly as the customer, you said, "Oh, do us a favor..."

You shook your head, reverting back to the mortician. "I can't."

Yet again shifting your voice to the customer's, you said, "Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He won't be long."

Changing back to the mortician, you reply, "Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's — they've lost nine today."

Releasing a disgruntled and exasperated sigh, you said, "Well, when is your next round?"

Almost flatly, you said, "Thursday." You pretended to be struggling with the person on your back.

"I think I'll go for a walk," you stated brightly as the dead person.

Turning back to the dead person, you said, "You're not fooling anyone y'know." You turned back to the mortician. "Look, isn't there something you can do?" All of a sudden, you made the dead person burst into song.

"I feeel happy... I feel happy." As the mortician, you suddenly swung at the dead person's head, knocking them out.

Smiling as the customer, you said, "Ah, thanks very much."

Nodding slightly, the mortician responded, "Not at all. See you on Thursday."

You brushed your hands together as if ridding yourself of the dirt from the corpse and said, "Right." You bowed to the actual mortician.

"That is all I have for today..." You trailed off, watching as Undertaker slowly smirked and suddenly burst out laughing so loud you could hear the sign fall off the shop from outside. You peered over the coffin to see him rolling on the floor.

"U-Uh, Undertaker, are you okay?" you asked.

"Ehehee~ I was right; you are quite the comedian," Undertaker giggled, putting a hand on the coffin to aid in his standing. His hat had fallen off, and you were able to catch a glimpse of the green eyes hiding beneath his hair, making your heart skip a beat. Damn, those eyes were beautiful.

"Hey, Undertaker," you asked shyly as you picked up his hat for him.

"Yes, what is it, my doll?"

"Why do you cover your eyes like that? Isn't it hard to see?" Undertaker put one of his index fingers to your lips, startling you.

"That's a s-e-c-r-e-t. Or so I'd like to say~ You've given me quite a lot of payment, so I suppose it wouldn't hurt. See, I'm a retired Grim Reaper, and covering my eyes gives me low profile~ It is possible to see things without observing them with your eyes. For example, I can see you right now; it's as if you are one of my special guests... surrounded by death, so terribly beautiful." Undertaker chuckled at your confounded expression. "But I think you had better let your dear friends in. I imagine they are becoming rather impatient~"

Gasping, you rushed to the door of the shop and let the pair back in even as Undertaker withdrew a box from somewhere you hadn't seen and placed it on top of the coffin, which Ciel was quick to wordlessly command Sebastian and walk out.

"Do come back again, Earl." And just before you walked out, you heard Undertaker add, "And you lots more, my doll F/N."