{Sorry it's short, but I'm sick and this was as much as I could do so far.}

Morgan POV-

"I spy with my little eye... something silver." I muttered.

Hidan sighed and rolled his eyes. "It's me."

I looked around the room again. "I spy with my little eye... it's wearing a black cloak, with red clouds..."

Hidan sighed again. "It's me."

"Ok then. I spy with my little eye..."

"Oh, let me guess!" Hidan exclaimed sarcastically and exasperatedly. "It's me!"

I pouted and narrowed my eyes at him. "I was going to say 'I spy a little bitch', so yeah. It's you." I wasn't able to clap my hands, so I just rattled the chains connected to my wrists. "Way to go, you won the game!" I cheered, matching the extreme sarcasm in his tone.

The Jashinist sneered down at me and stuck out his middle finger. "Hey, look! I wanna punch you so bad my fist got a boner!"

I chuckled and averted my eyes slightly. "Fuck man, put that thing away! I have a boyfriend already; I don't wanna see your fist junk!"

We both laughed and after a moment I felt a fist connect with my shoulder.

I yelped and a wave of pain and dizziness washed over me.

"Hahaha! Bitch, did you think I was joking?" Hidan cackled, retracting his fist.

I chuckled lowly. "Oh, you are sooo fucking lucky I have, like, zero blood left in me." I muttered, trying to get over the dizziness.

Hidan just continued to cackle as he turned to make his way out of the room I had been chained in. "What the fuck would you do? Kill me? Bitch please, I'm fucking immortal, and you don't even have chakra!"

I could still hear his cackles through the door once he closed it, drowning the room in darkness once more.

I sighed almost silently.

How many days has it been since my encounter with the Undertaker? Five? Six? How long has it been since Wordsworth and my bag went missing?

Thanks to Konan I had been healing from Hidan's attack nicely, but it was more slow going than what I was used to. The massive loss of blood had taken a toll on my body, and there was hardly anything Sebastian or Knox's blood could do without mine to act as a base.

I winced as I felt a migraine coming on.

Static.

Slender static.

Hurting my head every time I heard it.

For the past few days every now and again without warning, the pain enducing static would fill my head for brief moments before dissapearing as quickly as it had come.

For a while I thought I was going insane, but every time I asked Konan to check my head, she said I was fine.

The static started up again and I groaned, not being able to rub my temples. For a moment, I thought I heard someone call my name through it all, but the headache and noise ended as soon as it came.

I sighed and shook my head. "I really need more sleep..."

-/-/-/-/-

Third POV-

The demon pulled his head away from the void just as it snapped shut, missing his nose by mere centimeters.

"Well?" The Contractor asked, looking between his butler and the reaper sitting down upon a coffin a few feet away.

"I believe that I had a connection for a moment, young master." Sebastian answered the navy haired fifteen year old.

Ciel scowled and turned to the Undertaker. "Do it again."

The silver haired man huffed. "Even I have limits, you know."

The young Earl rolled his eyes. "Fine, we will continue this tomorrow. Come, Sebastian."

The demon bowed and followed his master out of the Undertaker's shop and to the carriage that would take the two back to the Phantomhive manor and the worried servants that were waiting for them.

The moment they got to the doors, they were met with a frantic silver haired footman.

"Smile!" Snake exclaimed. "Wordsworth's finally awake! -Says Keats."

The young Earl and his butler's eyes widened and they followed the reptilian man to Ciel's office, where upon entry, the thin black mamba hissed happily from the desk and made his way to rest around his silver haired master's neck.

Then, without wasting any time, Wordsworth began hissing in Snake's ear and the footman translated all that had happened to his lover and the black mamba that had accompanied her to his master and the demon.

Snake's voice continuously cracked/faltered/wavered throughout the entire story as thoughts of the girl he loved being starved, dehydrated, and repeatedly injured penetrated his mind. He almost lost it when Wordsworth told of Morgan's being stabbed clean though by nothing and his inability to get out of her bag to be by her side as she bled out.

"I-I do not remember it, but I assume that after a few days of sitting in there with neither food nor water, I passed out and somehow I've woken up back here. -Says Wordsworth." Snake ended the story as Wordsworth finished hissing in his ear.

Ciel and Sebastian just stared at him for a few moments, their eyes wide in shock as they digested the information given to them in their heads.

After a few moments, the demon turned abruptly and raced out of the manor, his young master's questioning shouts echoing behind him.

Sebastian dashed to the entrance of the Undertaker's shop for the second time that day and even though the sign on the door said 'Closed', he barged in anyway.

"Back again, are we, master butler?" The legendary reaper muttered from his perch atop a polished oak casket, swirling his beaker of tea with a bone shaped biscuit.

"Open it." The demon demanded. "One more time. Open it."

The Undertaker raised an eyebrow beneath his long bangs and slowly set his tea to the side.

"You understand that if I do this I may not be able to get you back to your tiny Earl for a while, correct?" He asked, his wicked looking death scythe materializing in his scarred porcelain hands.

Sebastian's red eyes narrowed. "Then in return for my retrieval of Morgan, you must swear to protect the young master from that which the other servants cannot." He took the glove from his left hand and the seal of the contract glowed as he held out his hand to the grim reaper. "Do we have a deal?"

The silver haired man chuckled lowly and emotionlessly as he looked at the demon's outstretched hand.

"You beasts and your deals." He muttered with a shake of his head.

Quickly he shook the Sebastian's hand and smirked. "Alright then, it's a deal."

Breaking away from each other, Sebastian backed up a bit and slipped his glove back on as the Undertaker raised up his scythe and brought it down through the air. The rift opened and it was the reaper's turn to back up a bit.

"I'm not sure where you'll end up!" He called to Sebastian as his once deep and serious voice broke to its insane pitch. "Best of luck to ya, master butler!" He cackled.

The demon braced himself and jumped into the unknown.