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Undertaker x Reader: Undertaking Duties

Hallo! I will start spouting random words which mean 'hello' now, by the by. So, I wanted to do a sort of Soul Eater and Black Butler crossover type thing, as I've got into SE, but I am going against that (apologies if you thought that'd be cool). But you will be Undertaker's trainee undertaker and reaping partner. Enjoy~.
PS: (N/H/S) is natural hair style e.g. curly, wavy, straight but fluffy etc.
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There was never a duo day in the Undertaker's shop. He had a new apprentice, a girl named (Y/N) (L/N), who was a trainee undertaker and reaper. She was very easy to scare, tease and hit with a frying pan or poke with his absurdly long nails.

One day, she got given the task of taking a person's soul. The name was James Brodling, a wealthy man who was to die on the 27th of November, 1898 who was to be murdered so his son could become the head of the household.

Her month was up, as it was announced on the 27th of the previous month, and she decided to reap the soul, and give the body to Undertaker, knowing he was obsessed with bodies, mainly Ciel's.

After the reaping was done, (Y/N) looked over her shoulder at the silver-haired gigglebox who was watching carefully. "I'm sure that you'll take good care of the body, whilst I'm away." She muttered, looking up to the male, who had his usual grin. "I'll fit a coffin - but I'll need your help. Be quick in the spirit world! Be back soon, love!" He then let out his usual titter and walked back to his shop, leaving the girl with a small blush.

-Timeskip after Reader is dragged shopping by Grell and reprimanded by William-.

After about two hours, (Y/N) returned from the records room to the shop, after incidents with Will and Grell took place. With a groan, she pushed open the heavy door, and was greeted with a frying pan to the forehead.

After about two minutes of holding back words, the now extremely angered (H/C) stalked towards Undertaker. "What the hell was that for?!" She screamed, making Undertaker giggle.
"Well," he began. "I told you not to be long, and you were gone two hours. By the look of it, you got you usually (N/H/S) dead flat and applied some make-up to that pretty little face of yours... And you have a tuft of hair is sticking out from that lovely (H/C) barnet, so I'm gonna take a wild guess."

He took a few moment, leaving (Y/N) in suspense, the only noticeable noise benign the tapping of the crazed reaper's nails on furniture. "I know what!" He said excitedly, looming above his trainee. "You got to the records room, dropped everything that you needed to off, got dragged out by Grell the reprimanded by Will, am I right, pumpkin?" The girl in front of him was astounded, only able to nod her head as her hair slowly, very slowly, went back to being (N/H/S).

Undertaker giggled, making the girl turn scarlet. "Yeah, you're right on that. But anyway, shall we start building that coffin of yours?" She finally managed to muster up and speak out, calming down as she adjusted her black sleeves.

-Timeskip because I find him hard to write for (APOLOGIES IF THIS IS CRAP BTW)-

After about an hour, the main box was now build, the soft velvet, which was being paid for, had started to be put in the case. Whilst running round the shop with the velvet sheet as a cape, she felt two hands with strangely long nails trail along her waist from behind. "What are you doing?!" She shrieked, jumping out his hands and spinning round, wrapping the cape tighter round her body.
Undertaker laughed and held his stomach. "Gosh, you're such a funny one to scare! I'm amazed you haven't noticed why I keep you around and keep picking on ya, rookie!" He said through his laughter, walking to the front of the shop to greet the Phantomhive child who he knew was going to come sooner or later.

After hearing the sign fall off the door, and the man's manic cackling, she felt it safe to venture back into the main shop. "Oi, freak-silver, what did you mean by 'keep me around' and 'picking on me'? Am I like a comedy bag for you or something?"

The man, for once, pushed his fringe out the way of his reaper's eyes and stared at (Y/N), into her reaper's orbs. "Wow, you're so dim sometimes." He said in a normal voice for once, grabbing the girl in front of him and pulling her close against his body, a nail pushing up her glasses.

After a second of just staring, Undertaker finally leant towards (Y/N)'s petal pink lips, the girl paralysed with anticipation (but mainly fear, he wasn't the most sane man). When they were one centimetre away from hers, he chuckled, kissing her with fervour whilst smiling slightly when she kissed him in return.

They pulled away when the usual, non-chalant cough was made by the head of the Grim Reaper's London Branch. Will stared at them and sighed, smirking slightly.

"So, is this what you call overtime, Undertaker?"