This is my second fanfiction; my first for Kuroshitsuji. Do not get mad at me for creating a story where I befriend Undertaker. He is awesome. If you don't think so then you shouldn't read this. Sorry for the crappy title.

I resisted the urge to skip through the town on my way to his funeral, glad he was finally gone forever. Everyone thought I was so innocent and sweet, not realizing that his death was ultimately on my hands. They blame the twister and assume I at least attempted to pull my father to safety. They see what they want to see, somehow overlooking how drunk their beloved priest had to have been to not have been aware of such a powerful neurotypicals are so sick. But I have a reputation amongst them that they accept. My father thought he would be able marry me off to a rich man if I had a good appearance. I need to keep me reputation, though, if I want to have a nice bed and a warm meal. Their image of me included pink frilly dresses and a cheery demeanor. My long brunette ponytails always have ribbon in them and, most importantly, I am naive, oblivious, and innocent.

Ha! It's almost funny how gullible they can be. Once at the funeral I pretend to mourn him, forcing tears out of my eyes as an old woman rushed over to comfort me. I had to cover my face so she couldn't see how close I was to laughing. She took my shoulders and steered me away from the coffin, muttering something about 'Even a closed-casket funeral seems to be too much for the sweet little thing'. Because apparently 15 is 'little'. But that was the effect I was going for, and my being so petite helped. I did get a few offers on places to stay for the night but I haven't chosen yet. I should, though, because I've only got until 9:30 to pack and leave my father's old house.

I did just that after the funeral but found myself drawn back to his grave. I had brought my suitcase with me and proceeded to lay it on it's side. It's hard to believe that after all he's done to me he's gone and I'll only ever see him when I sleep. I broke into hysterical laughter at that. I am finally free! No more abuse after dinner for dessert. I can enjoy the lovely night once again.

"You hear that? You're gone now! Dead! I'm not yours anymore! I own myself now!" I kicked his gravestone for good measure. It hurt(of course) but I was too overwhelmed with power that I didn't even notice anything, bursting into hyena laughter yet again. This was probably why the person was able to sneak up on me( I'm usually able to slip the mask back on before anyone comes near).

"You seem positively tickled, m'dear, what do you find so funny? I'm all ears." Upon realization that someone had snuck up on me I panicked. Oh no, had someone seen me laughing at my father's grave? What must they think of me? I need to convince them not to tell! I whipped around to face the intruder but I was surprised by what I saw.

There was a tall man in front of me with long, light gray hair and bangs that covered all but his creepy smile. Adorned in monochrome robes and an oversized top hat with ribbons, he was eating what appeared to be...a dog biscuit? He was definitely not one of a high social rank or one to care of 'presentability'. It didn't seem like he'd have anyone to tell about my laughing fit so I believed I wouldn't have to pretend around him.

"There has to be a reason I found the word 'fun' in funeral, hasn't there?" He chuckled at my answer.

"Too true, Maggie, too true." Wait- I never told him my name! As if he could read my mind he said "Don't worry, I'm not stalking you. But as the mortician who prettied up your father I have a good idea why you're laughing at his grave. When I got him he reeked of alcohol. The priest turned out to be quite the sinner, Hehehe!"

"Well, mortician, I can assure you he was quite the sinner and it wasn't too funny from the receiving end!" Alas, this only made the demented creature laugh more. His laughter was contagious and I soon found myself laughing along. When our laughter died down I decided to ask "Why were you out here in the first place? Do you like to rub your still being alive in their faces?" I said this last part playfully and caused his grin to widen.

"All my guests visited me and kept me company so it's only fair I do the same. Besides, I live right next to the graveyard so I didn't have to walk all the way here from town." The town is a good couple of hours from here. and she had spent more time here than expected. It was already extremely dark out. I shouldn't even been awake so scandalously late, much less visiting another! Maybe I could convince him to let me stay with him? If I twirl a pigtail, put on a sad puppy face and pose cutely I can get just about anything from the neurotypicals. This Undertaker doesn't seem like his mind functions normally though. How am I to find his weak spot and manipulate him when I haven't even found out his name? I guess I'll just have to hope he has some human decency somewhere. But first...

"What is your name? It's only polite, seeing as you know mine. Or am I just to call you Mister Mortician?"

"I prefer to be called Undertaker, not Mortician."

"So, you can know my name, but I can't know yours?"

"Precisely. Don't worry, a scarce few people know my real name."

Undertaker..What an interesting name. I'll bet he gets some funny looks at that! I wonder who the scarce few people are. But now I really want to know his real name! It would just be hilarious if he has a boring sensible name! I giggled a bit at the thought. Seeing his curious look I explained what I was giggling about.

"Well, It doesn't matter, does it? It's not like I'd tell a random stranger like you anyway."

"How would I know that? You're not exactly predictable like everyone else."

"You're not like everyone else either!"

"That's just because there's no neurotypicals nearby!" This got him to laugh, but I has no clue as to why. When I asked he managed to get out "Neuro-haha-typicals! Normal brains! Ahahaha!" Finally! Someone actually gets it!The few I've mentioned 'neurotypicals' to didn't get it at all! Of course , If they did get it, they'd be offended. So perhaps it was best. But still, it's nice to have someone recognize one of my inside jokes. I laughed along with him a bit, but it turned into a yawn.

"Sleepy already, m'dear?" Having realized at this point he wasn't going to offer to let me stay at his house, as well as the fact that he's probably just waiting for me to be impolite and ask.

"Yes, It is awfully late."

"..."

"I should be getting home but.." at this point I sigh dramatically and force tears to the corners of my eyes "..my father is dead and I haven't got a home to return to. No mother or older siblings to take care of me.." I gaze at him expectantly.

"I knew this already. I am the one who fixed up your father, remember?"

I sigh. This isn't getting me anywhere. "Fine, you win. Can I stay at your house tonight?"

He grinned at me.

"What's the magic word?" He doesn't seem like one who would demand manners, seeing as how he's been behaving.

"Abracadabra." I reply with an air of certainty. His smile grows, a sign he approved of my answer.

"Well I can't refuse a Lady like you, can I, Maggie?"

There, I'm done with the first chapter. I'm planning on writing more but if you think it was too horrible and it would be inhumane to let me continue we do happen to be in a room full of Death Scythes, so...

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