A broken coffin

Chapter 1- Scarred Soul's United.

Ratchet's POV

It's been almost a year since I've seen my deranged older brother. I remember we used to decorate human skulls in our spare time. He'd often teach me how to deliver a proper joke to an audience; weird thing to show your sister how to do, I know. But no matter what he did or how many times we'd fight over who was the better reaper -well, it is obviously me- I still loved him, after all he is the only family I have left.

On a late night , only just dimly-lit by the glowing crescent moon, I decided that I'd go to London and pay a visit to the one and Undertaker. I set off the next morning making my way to his odd coffin shop. The last time I was there I had bumped into what I thought to be a demon, it has to be! His eyes were those of a crimson red blood, his piercing grin felt as if it was reaching into my heart, the way he dressed showed no sign of professionalism but there was just something about the way he moved and how his charcoal-black locks complimented his look- truly breath taking. I also met a young boy, he seemed to be at a young age I assumed, I never caught his name but I knew I'd seen it somewhere in one of the doomsday books. Why was he so familiar? The way he dressed was smart; just like the other male. He was a short boy, with bluish-black hair and only one visible rich, deep-blue eye, the other was hidden by a black, silk eyepatch. Although it was odd it made him look ever so notorious. It seems he typically dresses in a way that suits his noble like standing. His body was wonderfully proportioned, I do hope I meet the fair boyish lad again.

Finnaly, I'd arrived. I stood outside the wooden door, which was almost of it's hinges and let out a short sigh. "Here goes nothing" I muttered to myself and knocked on the door patiently. There was no reply..."Strange" I pondered my thoughts and gave the entry anouther knock, with a little less patience and a harder swing on my wrist. "Brother?" I called out, to my surprise I heard a great gaggle of laughter. "There he is" I contemplated with a smile curved on my pink lips. At last I swung open the door, it creaked rather loudly. The gloomy, candle illuminated room was immediately focused on me. Just as I hoped, there stood the boy and the bloodthirsty demon. "Why, hello!" I then happily exclaimed, a massive grin curled on my lips ear to ear.
"Oh, what surprise. Dear sister!" My brother smiled, still chuckling lightly. "What brings you here?"
"Do I need a reason to call on my oldest brother?" My voice seemed almost dissapointed but the grin turned bigger on my cheeks. He did not have a reply. "I thought not. Hmm.." I then turned my attention to the demon. I looked up at him, my smile soon faded. "A demon, brother?" I questioned, rather intrigued. The young boy stared, confused as of what is going on. "Undertaker. I demand you explain this at once" he stated.

Ciel's POV

The amount of times I had to beg the mad man for answers was countless. I eventually gave up, leaving my butler to do the begging and prodding for me. Just as Sebastian attempted one of his worst jokes by far on him the door swung open , there stood one of the most extraordinary women I've ever seen. Her skin was as white as snow, her hair a shiny silver just like metal. It was short, the same length as mine I'd say. But it suited her rather well! Over her snowy skin were various stitches, which made it look as if her body parts were sewn on, How odd! In one hand, gripped tight by her black, long nails was a ragged old bear, wearing an eyepatch...just like mine. She wore a ripped purple and black , striped jumper over a black top and ripped matching jeans. Her figure was ever so delicate and her frame was small and fragile. I demanded the Undertaker explained this intrusion. As the girl looked at Sebastian she seemed to immediately know he was other then human. "Someone save me" I thought, rather annoyed at how my question went unanswered.

Ratchet's POV

I let out a small chuckle as I smiled once again, my leafy green eyes fixed on the demon that stood in front of me. I knew I'd see him once more, before now I wasn't too sure of his species but seeing him again brought a matter of certainty to my mind, this was a demon. There was something about his scent that put me off, I rather despise the creatures that devour human souls. I gently touched him, quickly pulling my hand back when I noticed his eyes shift to their true colour.

Sebastian's POV

Master Ciel seemed to look at the female in awe but I knew there was something off and dangerous about her. She was about to touch me when I decided to give her a bit of a fright, changing my eye colour. "Something you need?" I said to her in a rather mocking tone. She looked at me longer, I felt a cold shiver run up my spine. Who the devil is she? Why is she just staring at me? I mean I am one hell of a beautiful, breath taking butler but still...it's weird. Once again she asked the same question, "a demon, aye?" Her voice was cold, she even frightened me. I couldn't explain it.

Undertaker's POV

How lovely it is to be reuinited with my only sister once again- kind of, she is scary. Her creepy agenda filled the room as she walked in. "Sister. Introduce yourself, I'm sure the young Lord is rather curious of you" I cackled and gently poked her shoulder, reminding her to be kind.
"Oh. Yes. I'm Ratchet, Ratchet Crevan", a smile showed on her face as she gently spoke. "And this is Doll" She held up her prized bear, giggling as always. Our 5th brother gave it to her before he past , along with everyone else.

(This is my first piece, if you like it and would like me to continue then vote and comment some ideas of what Ratchet will do next! Will she take Ciel from Sebastian? Who knows?)
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