Hello fellow humans! This is my first ever non-death note fic! (Woot-woot) I decided to do a OC pairing for my favourite Black Butler character the Undertaker. Just a FYI, more than any of my other fics this one will be sporadically updated because my Death Note ones are my first priority.
Disclaimer:
For this chapters disclaimer I call forth with my trusty character summoning machine...Violet!
Violet: What is that thing?! Is it magic? It pulled me right out of Undertakers shop! Wow...
Nope, not magic. Technology.
Violet: What is Teknowlowgy?
Uh, never mind. Why don't you just do the disclaimer.
Violet: Queen-of-Ice101 doesn't own Black Butler or any of the characters. She does however own...me?!
Yup! Violet is all mine! Mwahahahaha!
Now on with the story!
Run Away
Violet stumbled as she ran, tears steamed down her face as she tried desperately to get away from those behind her who were trying to catch her. She was to exhausted to transform into her demon form and the people behind her were catching up. Finally her body couldn't move anymore and she collapsed to the ground.
The group behind her reached her and then stopped.
"Do you think that she's dead?" Asked a green haired reaper.
"Nope, I just saw her chest move under that coat." Responded a demon.
"Well don't just stand their you guys, help me finish the job!" Snapped another reaper irritatedly. This one was a female.
Suddenly violet felt a hard kick to her side. Violet screamed and pulled her body into a ball with a agonized whimper. Soon her body was having blows reigned upon it. She tried to protect herself from the blows but wasn't successful. Suddenly she heard a whoosh and realized what was happening. She risked a look up above her and saw the female whip a death scythe above her. She met the eyes of the reaper and watched as the reaper brought the scythe in a downwards arc towards her heart.
Violet let out a soft breath and did the last thing she could to keep herself alive. She closed her eyes and created a one way, untraceable reaper portal to the human world. She heard the angered cries of her attackers as she fell through and the portal closed around her. She smiled slightly as her body hit the ground and everything around her started to fade. The last thing she remembered was a hazy form in black and sliver lean over her and speak.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Violet opened her eyes slowly, moaning as she did. Her whole body felt like someone had been using it as a combat dummy for a no-holds barred round. Once everything around her came into view she realized that she wasn't lying outside like she had been when she landed. Instead she was lying in a soft bed with warm fluffy covers lying on top of her. Out for the corner of her eye she saw a large black shape move towards her. Acting on instinct she bolted into a sitting position only to have a shooting pain burst through her side and her vision go fuzzy.
A gentle arm wrapped her shoulders from behind and another one supported her from the front.
"Easy now m'dear. You are in rather bad shape and moving around in the way you are is going to cause you to faint again." A smooth and deep male voice said from somewhere above her.
The arms gently leaned her down onto the bed and placed a cold cloth on her forehead. When her vision went back to normal and she could breath she looked to her side and saw her unknown saviour.
He was a quite tall, thin man. He had long silvery hair that hung loose and the top part of his face was covered by bangs. He was wearing a black button down shirt that was tucked into a pair of black pants.
"There we go, that's much better." He said with a slight smile.
"Who are you?" Violet croaked out.
The man laughed softly. "Seeing as your in my home shouldn't I be the one to ask that?"
Violet felt her eyes darting around in panic. What if the reapers and demons who were after traced her here? She wouldn't be the only one they killed, this unknown person who helped her would suffer to.
At seeing her reaction the mans expression softened.
"I am called the Undertaker and you are in my home and workplace. I found you lying near my house and bought you here. You have several broken ribs, a broken collarbone, a cracked bone in your leg and lots of cuts and bruises."
Violet forced herself to focus on the man who called himself the Undertaker.
"Why did your parents name you the undertaker?" Was the first thing that came to mind. As soon as the words escaped her lips she wanted to chomp her tongue off. What was wrong with her.
To her surprise instead of the Undertaker getting angry or upset he simply laughed again.
"That's not my given name m'dear. That's simply a nickname that was given to me because of my profession. I'm a mortician."
Violet's mouthed formed a soundless oh. Her current predicament had been momentarily forgotten.
"Now, what it your name?" He asked with a small smile.
Violet tensed slightly before responding. "My name is Violet. Thank you for helping me but I need to leave now. The people who are chasing me might come here and then you will get hurt. I'll be fine."
The Undertaker stood and moved around the room quietly, picking up a cloth wrapping from the floor and moving over to her side.
"I was halfway through wrapping your ribs to keep the broken one in place when you woke. It might be easier now that your awake so if you give me a moment to just your pillows I will move you int a sitting position and we can finish wrapping you and then get you some food and drink." He said quietly.
The Undertaker moved her into a sitting position and supported her with on arm and then moved the pillows with the other. Every movement was agony and when Undertaker shifted her back onto the pillows Violet nearly cried in relief. He shifted her covers back and then moved her shirt out of the way to reveal that he had wrapped half of her torso already. To preserve her modesty he hadn't removed her camisole, something that she was grateful about.
As he wrapped the rest of her ribs he spoke.
"You aren't in any position to leave yet. You will hardly last a day. The people who are chasing you won't find you here and I am more than capable of protecting myself against anyone." Undertaker said firmly.
Violet opened her mouth to respond but before she could speak he snapped the elastic and fabric wrap as he finished. Her words left her along with her breath as her vision went fuzzy from pain. Undertaker stood and made his way towards the room door.
"I'll go get your food. You just sit tight for a minute and I'll be right back little reaper." He said cheerfully.
Violet sat back and focused on breathing, that is until she realized exactly what he had said.
"Wait. Little Reaper?!"
Undertaker had barely walked though the door before Violet was hurling words at him.
"How did you know I was a reaper? Who ARE you?" She snapped as she tried to get out of bed without passing out.
Undertaker sighed and placed the tray on a nearby table before crossing over to her in two short steps and giving her a light poke on the ribs.
Violet gave a soft cry and fell backwards, pain zapping all of her strength. Undertaker scooped her up and laid her down in the bed properly, propping her up into a sitting position before grabbing the tray and a chair. He placed the chair next to the bed and placed the tray on her lap.
"Eat and I will explain to you why I know that you are at least half reaper." He said firmly.
Violet obeyed, it was difficult but she did manage to eat without help.
"For starters I was standing by a tree and watched as you appeared out of nowhere from a reaper portal. Secondly most people would have died with the amount of injury that you have sustained. Your eyes are reaper eyes, with the only difference being that your eyes are a purplish blue with a small red ring around the outside of the iris. All of your injuries had half healed by this morning. That meant that in less than a full day you had completed the kind of healing that would take a human months to achieve. I think that for anyone with at least a basic understanding of supernatural creatures like you it would be a easy guess." He said with a smirk that seemed to be ever present.
Violet grumbled around her food. This was a seriously confusing guy.
"So what happened to you?" He asked quietly as he leaned back in the chair.
"I'm a half breed." Was all she said.
"Half human?" He asked.
"No. Half Demon." She said quietly.
Undertaker raised his eyebrow. He twirled his hands in the universal signal for keep going.
"My dad is a demon and my mom is a reaper. They got together an had me. They kept me hidden for three years until the demon council found me and arrested my parents. They brought me to some reapers that did DNA research on reapers and they held me at their testing facility for a very long time. I don't know how long they held me or how old I am since they didn't let me keep track of the days or even the time. Their tests became more and more painful until I finally managed to transform into my demon form and escape. They had a team or reapers and demons that chased me trying to track me down. Now that I had realized some of my abilities they had to kill me because I couldn't be held by them. They were about to kill me when I finally managed to create a reaper portal and get here."
Violet took a deep breath and then cried out in shock at the feel of pain that shot through her.
"Ow." She squeaked.
The Undertaker hummed softly and picked up a fork before feeding her the remaining food.
After she was finished he urged her to sleep, she complied.
A week past before she was able to move around on her own. She had asked the Undertaker where she would be able to take her bath and he had shown her to a bathroom attached to her bedroom. He closed the door and allowed her some privacy.
After she had washed herself and brushed her teeth for a good five minutes she emerged from the bathroom to see that the Undertaker had laid a black dress with a red bodice on the bed. It fit her well and came up to just below her collarbones. The sleeves came to her wrists, covering all the cuts and scratches. Matching black boots that fitted tightly to her legs were on the floor next to her bed.
Violet grinned at the clothes and dressed quickly. Turning and admiring herself in the mirror she smiled at her appearance. It made her look attractive, accentuating her figure and yet giving off the vibes of a women who was not to be messed with.
She made her way downstairs, but the undertaker was no where to be seen. So she explored the first floor until coming into the kitchen and finding him standing at the stove making tea.
"Ah, so you are finally ready to walk among the living are you?" His smooth voice had a hint of amusement.
"Um something like that." Violet mumbled.
The undertaker chuckled before pouring two cups of tea and placing them on the table. Violet took the seat that was offered to her and watched as he settled himself down.
"Feeling better m'dear?"
Violet nodded.
"Much. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Now that I'm well I should probably find myself a job and somewhere to live. Do you know of anyone in the area that I could work as a servant for or something of the like?"
"That's not necessary, I have plenty of room for you here. You needn't leave and put yourself in danger. Besides, you require training to control your Reaper side as well as basic training to control your demon side." The undertaker said calmly as he nibbled a bone shape biscuit.
"Uh, who's gonna train me. You?"
The undertaker laughed and pulled back his bangs.
"That's what I was thinking. Being a rouge Shinigami has it's uses."
So what did you think? Reviews are welcome! Flames shall be laughed at, posted for others to laugh at, and then ignored while I continue the story.