Because someone said my last chapter was short (which I don't deny) and also because it isn't fair that I haven't updated for ages, (Sorry again ;_;) I give you all another chapter XD

But yeah, Claude suddenly appeared out of nowhere, I dunno how, but now Undertaker will have to wait TT~TT

Oh well.

THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS GUYS!

I don't own Kuroshitsuji.

That Teacher: Sidetracked

"Who were those two?" I asked as I entered the classroom shortly after the two weirdoes left.

Sebastian looked at me amusedly. "Eavesdropping is not a very good habit to get into Young Master" he smirked.

I glared. "I know those two. Or rather, I've seen them before"

"Hoh?"

"They were there during my mother's death" I clenched my fists. Thinking of them from memories alone made me dismiss their existence as possibly a fragment of imagination. But seeing them alive… I felt anger boil inside me. The thought of my mother's body being cut open by the redheaded one, using a freakin chainsaw…

Wait… "And what's with all the blood on your clothes?" I asked him, staring at the spot where, disgustingly, a deep cut on his chest was healing.

He seemed to only just notice it too, the demon.

"Oh… yes. That was Grell Suttcliff with the chainsaw" he explained, mumbling a 'That was even a perfectly good shirt… I'll have to change now' "Anyways, I suppose it's not surprising you saw them on your mother's retirement"

"Why?" Ok… so it really was a chainsaw…

"Hmm? Oh, those two are Death Gods" he stated, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I stared at him. "Death Gods?"

"Yes, Death Gods, Shinigami, Reapers, whatever else they are called. They are in charge of collecting the souls of the departed, and are also responsible for keeping untimely deaths at bay"

"I see… So that time…"

"They were most likely collecting your mother's soul" he explained.

"With a chainsaw?"

"Grell thinks Chainsaws make good Death Scythes. It's actually normal compared to Ronald Knox and his Lawn Mower" he stated, and I will not question the brains of these Death Gods in terms of weapons any longer.

Sebastian was about to leave the room, excusing himself so that he can change his clothes, but I still had one question I need answered before this subject dies. "Why didn't they take my soul?" I asked him seriously.

He paused, only a moment from the doorway. "Simply because it wasn't your time yet" he stated with a smile, and then he left.

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Ah, how embarrassing. I was five seconds late to class due to the blood stains; I had to rush home just to get a quick shower and a change of clothes.

I'll have to be more careful in the future…

The Trancy was still suspiciously happy throughout the day, and the feeling that he's up to something is not subsiding any.

Claude Faustus, the disappearing souls, Alois Trancy's unsettling good mood…

I wonder if there's a connection… Or maybe I'm just overthinking.

Hmm… It has been quite a long while, but I suppose it will be most wise to visit him.

"Sebastian"

"Yes Kurtson?" I ask as I turned to the Young Master, who was once again glaring at me. I couldn't help but smile.

"Seean! Let's go home together~ It's alright right Mr. Michaelis?" and from nowhere appeared the devil brat, clinging to my Master by the arm with the latter trying to escape. The rest of the students were also piling out of the classroom in an unruly manner.

"Tch" I heard Sean mumble. He stared at me, a stare I interpreted as him not wanting to be alone with his family during the weekends; it was almost pleading, as much the young master can look.

This would be a problem as I have other plans for tomorrow… I smiled apologetically, and he glared at me quite harshly.

I sighed. 'Yes My Lord' I thought. "Why ask me Trancy? Anyways, if you would excuse me, I'll be heading to the Faculty. And most likely I'll be needing some fresh air after all the troubles of this week" I stated, rubbing at my temples.

I shot a look towards Sean, and he seemed to have gotten the message. Finally I excused myself to do just as I said. There are still some quiz results I need to type up before I go home today.

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Saturday noon finds me decked in semi-formal attire, whilst walking along the shores of the nearby beach.

I didn't bring Mika with me today as I have plans, and I completed whatever work I needed to do at school early this morning (albeit I was sidetracked my Mr. Sanders and the other teachers to consent for the upcoming seminar…), thus right now is the time for me to meet with the Young Master.

"Hello Kurtson, fancy meeting you here" I greeted, walking towards the dark haired child who was sitting at the very same spot I first met him outside of school.

"Your late" he stated.

"My apologies" I bowed.

He looked at me. "Your busy today aren't you" he stated, and I had to smile.

"Yes, I am. But apparently, a certain brat had to make me babysit him for the weekend, thus I have no choice"

"Shut Up. I just wanted to get away from that place, and I don't need to be babysat"

"Then why am I here?"

"I'm coming with you"

"…." I stared at him… "Come again?"

"I'm coming with you" he repeated clearly.

I blinked. Although I'm not against taking him with me, the thought is still… "I'm sorry Kurtson, but a child should not interfere with—"

"I'm not a child! I'm your m—"

A sudden feeling hit me then, and I had to rush to keep my Young Master's from finishing his words.

We were being watched. And without a doubt it's that demon.

"Mmph Hebbhhann" the young Master struggled under my hold. "What was that for!" he barked when I finally released my hands from his mouth.

"It's not safe for you here Kurtson, not right now. I won't ask you to go home, but you have to leave" I whispered to him, keeping my senses sharp so as to not miss anything.

"What?"

"Please go. Now"

"Sebastian—"

"You are his what, exactly?" a voice called from nowhere. I cursed under my breath.

"And so we meet again, Sir Claude Faustus" I greeted, as casually as I can.

Then, from out of nowhere, his form emerged, glassed perched atop his nose. He seemed to ignore my existence, turning towards the Young Master instead. "What were you going to say, Master Sean Kurtson?"

I felt my master stiffen. "How do you know my name?" he demanded lowly, gripping my sleeve.

"That is not of any importance. It was me who first asked a question"

"And you expect me to answer?" the young master asked, earning a smirk from me at the snark in his tone.

This seemed to silence Claude for the fraction of a moment, but then he replied. "Yes" he spoke. "As a matter of fact, I do"

"Well if you must know…" Sean began; I immediately traced the obvious sarcasm of his tone. "I am his student; his top student in fact, and apparently he promised to tutor me today so that maybe I can actually get into college before I turn fifteen" he finished, smirking.

I had the urge to roll my eyes. That was very creative of him.

"Anything wrong with that Mister four eyes?"

"No. None at all Master Kurtson" the demon replied, I had absolutely no way of reading what he might be thinking then, but I may be able to use this as an escape.

"Well that's that. Come along now Kurtson, we must make haste. I hope that you would excuse us Mister Faustus, my student can be a bit impatient" I told him, beginning to walk away with the Young Master beside me.

Claude seemed to be stationary as we walked further away. I half-expected him to attack from behind again, but it seemed that he was not planning to for now as he suddenly disappeared, even I could pick up no trace.

"Who was that?" Sean asked me a short while later.

"An acquaintance" I told him. He gave me a look, and I smiled. "I met him two nights ago when he tried to kill me. And he is of my race" I explained, and the look on the Young Master's face took a more humorous bland quality.

I suppressed a laugh.

I guess my meeting with The Undertaker will have to be postponed.

"Oh, and about earlier, don't think you can get rid of me that easily" Young Master stated, as if reading my mind. Telling me that no matter what I do, he will want to come…

I sighed. "Yes… My lord"