Morgan POV-

I yawned as I walked to the kitchen, stretching my arms over my head and forcing my pajamas to tighten a bit at my chest. Finally, after eighteen years of my life, I was beginning to get a bit of a chest, but enough about that.

"Wateeeeerrrrrr." I groaned, mimicking the undead creatures of hell and nightmares that had woken me from my nightmare plauged sleep. Ugh... I hate those things, showing up in my damn dreams... THE CAMPANIA WAS ENOUGH, THANK YOU VERY FUCKING MUCH!!

It had been two years since the Titanic-like cruise ship sank, but I still got zombie filled nightmares.

I sighed and ended the rant in my head as I entered the dark kitchen and slammed my hand against the wall to find the light switch. Two o'clock in the morning was not my favorite of times.

After seductively stroking the wall for about a minute trying to find the damn switch, I gave a little snort of triumph when my fingers brushed against it.

Why did I turn it on?

Why couldn't I have just gotten water in the morning?

Why why why why did I go into that kitchen?

A giggle echoed from deep inside the room the exact moment before I turned on the lights.

A familiar giggle.

A crazy giggle.

And on the lights went.

There, leaning against the center island's marble countertop, was the absolute last person I wanted to see at 2 AM.

"Undertaker..." I breathed, taking in the familiar smexy features that I had come to memorize due to trauma. Long silver hair hidden beneath a strange top hat, bangs parted just enough to see the beautiful chartreuse orbs that lay behind them, the heavy looking black cloak that he seemingly never took off... Oh this man was truly a sight to see.

And I wouldn't have been so reluctant to see him, if it wasn't for the wicked looking death scythe that leaned with him, held tightly against his body by a scarred porcelain hand.

His insane grin widened to the point where the Cheshire Cat would be put to shame. He opened his mouth and with one word I was off, sprinting to my young master's room: "Hi!"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!" I shouted continuously as I ran. "YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!"

By the time I reached Ciel's door, Sebastian was present and glaring at me with eyes glowing fuchsia in anger.

"Morgan, what is the meaning of all this noise?!" He whisper hissed/shouted. "The young master and everyone else are trying to sleep!"

I paid no attention and pushed right past him and into Ciel's room.

"UNDERTAKER!!" I shrieked, diving under the covers of my now fully awake fifteen year old master's bed, and curling the blankets around me like a protective turtle shell.

At the mention of his name, Ciel's eyes widened and Sebastian quickly shut the doors to the room, but it was no use.

The reaper's insane giggling filled the room as the curtains flew open, letting in the moon's silver rays. Reflecting the light, his scythe was the first thing I saw, followed by the glow of his eyes, then finally him as he stepped out of the shadows. The legendary reaper raised up a black nailed hand and waved, his grin widening. "Helloooo~!"

"Why are you here?" Ciel asked from beside me, his voice strong and demanding even though he just woke up. "Leave my manor at once!"

Undertaker's smile only widened further and he shook his head. "Sorry, no can do! Heehee!"

I threw off the covers a bit and my eyes widened as the gears in my head began to turn. Sudden appearance, scythe out, not going to leave...

"Shit... Is someone dying?!" I gasped, then remembered that he had been waiting for me in the dark in the kitchen. My eyes widened. "Am I dying?!"

I felt Ciel go rigid beside me and watched Sebastian pull out knives from his coat out of the corner of my eye, but the main of my attention was on the silver reaper as he began to just laugh his fucking ass off.

I'm only eighteen! I shouted in my head. I'm too young to die!

Once he finally began to calm down, Undertaker sighed and wiped a tear from under his bangs. "Are you dying..!" He muttered, still slightly giggling. "No, my dear, you are not dying. I retired from the dispatch long ago to persue... other things." His voice had dropped from its usuall goofyness to that smexy deep tone I had gotten slightly used to.

"Speaking of other things!" He suddenly exclaimed, his voice silly once more. "I am in need of my favorite guinea pig again!"

Three voices replied before I got the chance.

"No (-Says Wordsworth)." My three closest friends said together.

I looked over to the now open doorway to find Snake standing there with Wordsworth wrapped around his neck and glaring at Undertaker. Sebastian's scowl deepened slightly and Ciel looked shocked to see his reptilian servant.

Snake stepped forward, still glaring at the other silver haired man, and reached a hand out to me. I grabbed it and allowed my boyfriend to pull me out of my little master's bed and into his arms.

"We will not have her dissapear for another half a year again. -Says Wordsworth." My fellow footman growled.

Undertaker's smile never faltered as he shook his head and waved a hand dismissively.  "No no no! This one's gonna be quick! I promise, heehee~!" I doubt anyone (including myself) noticed him crossing his fingers behind his back.

 My curiosity got the better of me at this and I raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly what kind of experiment do you have in mind?" I wondered, squinting my eyes at him slightly and suspiciously. Something that'll go quick shouldn't be too bad... right? 

As Undertaker's mood visibly brightened (posture straightened, smile widened, etc.) at my expressed interest in whatever he wanted to pull me into, I watched as my master best friend and boyfriend all looked to me with alarm and worry on their features, as if they feared that my helping Undertaker would mean the death of me.

"I'm so glad you asked, my dear!" The silver reaper exclaimed. "But, a price must be paid in order to aquire the knowlage you want!" 

I could just imagine him wiggling his eyebrows smugly under all that hair. The thought made me roll my eyes.

Pulling out of Snake's grasp, I stepped over to Undertaker untill there was less that a foot of space between us. "Bangs up." I ordered, flicking the silver strands of hair away from his eyes. The reaper raised an eyebrow, but removed his hat and moved his bangs out of his eyes none the less.

"You ready?" I asked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the three other males (and Wordsworth) all looking on with heads tilted in curiosity and confusion. Undertaker nodded.

I took a deep breath before shouting: "Staring contest! Go!"

Almost immediately my unblinking icy orbs were locked with his unblinking green ones. The contest lasted all of around fifteen seconds before the silver haired reaper burst into a fit of laughter and fell to the floor, clutching his stomach in delight.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! EXCILENT!!" He laughed. "THAT WAS BRILLIANT!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I smiled a closed eyed smile at my sweatdropping friends, and Ciel sighed. "Alright, you have your payment. Now what is this 'experiment' you wish to perform?" He questioned the slowly calming reaper on his floor.

Undertaker gave one last chuckle before hauling himself to his feet (with the help of his scythe) and placing his hat back onto his head. "Well," The silver reaper muttered. He suddenly snapped his fingers and in a moment my black backpack that I've had since I first arrived in 1889 was on my back and a pair of combat boots Mey-Rin had given me were attached to my feet.

"I don't exactly know where you'll be going, but have fun~!" He exclaimed, raising up his scythe.

My eyes widened and I gasped. "WAIT NO!!" I shouted, putting up my arms to try and block the attack, but it was too late.

The weapon came down and everything went white.