A/n: First thing's first, this is my first Black Butler fanfic. I discovered the series two weekends ago and finished it in 2 days; couldn't stop there and bought all English manga's and went through them the following weekend; kept going and read the English translated manga pages online. After all that I have to say I absolutely love Undertaker. He's simply amazing (Grell ranks a very strong second).

Next thing, this is obviously an AU but I'm not sure how far AU I should go. Au-ish with sticking to canon (ignoring the whole daughter thing) or full AU that spins the canon and alter certain things to my liking. Haven't fully decided BUT, I do know that this will more or less be more manga focused than anime focused (at least in some areas).

Third, something I have noticed in this fandom is that people tend to go with female OCs a LOT ^^; Not sure why others do it, but, even before I started reading some fanfics in this fandom I always envisioned all the male characters (i.e. the demons and shinigami) having daughters, because I just personally think it works better and serves as a way to counter-balance all the male characters in the series.

Now that all of that is out of the way, I really hope you all enjoy this. I do have some idea as to how and where I want this to go, and I'm always open to reviewers thoughts/suggestions/etc about things as I do want you all to enjoy this, so please leave reviews telling me your thoughts.

Chapter 1

1845

The Undertaker sat within an ally with his back against the brick wall. The rain soaking his form, as his silver locks clung to his face, which already hid his eyes from the world. In his lap resting a tiny, moving bundle that cooed curiously, looking between him and the sky.

What is that? Came the inquiring gaze, as a tiny hand attempted to capture the drop that had landed on her nose. No success as it slid off down her cheek.

"It's just rain princess," Undertaker answered her, as if she had actually voiced her question, before turning his gaze upward toward the sky. "It's harmless. Nothing more than water…though it will be some time before you experience it."

Earning a response that caused him to look down at her. One eye matching his in that yellow-green way, that was unique to only Grim Reapers (though he didn't consider himself one anymore) and the other was a honey brown…like hers…

"Just like your mother's…." was the soft comparison as he looked down at his daughter, watching as a tiny hand wrapped around his much larger finger, shaking the appendage.

His daughter.

The phrase sounded so odd to him. It shouldn't have been. It should have been their daughter, as it had taken both of them to create her. He wondered momentarily, if this is what the humans felt when death came for their loved ones. A sense of emptiness, pain, longing…and a Madrid of emotions he was experiencing for the first time.

It wasn't like Reapers died after all, so they did not understand loss like mortals did, if at all.

A sigh. "Obviously, that doesn't hold true for me anymore, considering your existence princess," the former Reaper spoke to the infant, who wasn't paying him much attention at all.

She'd become far more focused on his hand, his fingernail to be more precise, attempting to force the digit to bend so she could taste the foreign object to discover just what it was. Her actions causing him to chuckle in his throat, before turning his gaze upwards once more, focusing on the grey sky which was growing darker as the minutes ticked away.

"I suppose, I should get you out of the ran, even if you aren't susceptible to falling ill like a human child," the former Reaper remarked. "Still, I have no doubt you would appreciate some place nice and cozy, where you aren't all wet.

Hmm...perhaps one of my child coffins?" he asked her as he pushed himself up to his full height, adjusting her in his robes as he did so, noticing how her brows furrowed together from the pitch in his voice. "I assure you my coffins are of the highest and finest quality, something my guests would confirm if they still drew breath."

A grin coming onto his lips as she made noises in response, taking a moment to adjust the crooked top hat he wore on his head, before he began walking from the alleyway.

"And, with you being my daughter, your coffin will be beyond even my usual work!" came the excited boast. His outburst drawing a passersby's attention. "Oh yes, yes indeed...a lovely coffin, made of oak or maybe mahogany, with an amazingly soft interior lining. Would you like that princess? Daddy's special coffin made just for you?" Wanting to know her answer, though she couldn't give one, as he held her up at an angle in front of him. "Why, you'll sleep like the dead I'm sure." A look of horror coming across the passerby's face as they heard what the vile man was planning to do with what he assumed was an infant.

Dismissing the baby's enthusiasm as happy gurgles came from her. She was too young to understand the danger she was in after all. Immediately stopping, the man turned and strode toward the silver haired man with a purpose.

"You there!" the orange haired man shouted over the rapidly falling drops of rain. "Unhand that baby this instant!" Causing the Undertaker to pause, and glance over his shoulder in curiousity. The infant following his lead as she eyed the strange, new face. "Why, you should be ashamed of yourself for planning to kill one so young and defenseless!" face turning red in anger, as he was determined to deliver righteous fury, as he stood before the robed man.

"If you hand her over to me now, I won't report you to the Yard," came both his warning and ultimatum, as he pointed at the silver haired man.

Silence passed between them for a few moments as the Undertaker simply stared...before letting out a powerfully amused laugh. The good citizen faltering, as his stance relaxed as he looked upon the man in confusion; watching as the silver haired male continued to laugh, going as far as to toss his head back and stomp his feet. The only reason he didn't fall to the ground in laughter due to the infant he held in his grip.

"That was priceless mate," Undertaker finally said as he slowly regained control of himself, though a few chuckles here and there did escape him. "Talk about an unexpected comedian. I don't know what profession you're in, but," pausing to point a clawed finger at the citizen. "You should give it up to pursue the more promising field of comedy.

You'll have them dying laughing I assure you." A mad grin on his face as he continued to snicker, the man's actions and words tickling him silly.

In response, the orange haired male frowned as he regained his composure. "Do you think me joking?" he demanded to know of the taller man, as he took a step forward. "If so then it just proves how mad you truly are...as if that weren't obvious by what you're planning to do with this child.

Now, hand her over and be on your way, before I decide to involve the Yard," he repeated his earlier comment that had sent Undertaker into a fit of laughter just moments before. "I will not repeat myself a third time."

Again, Undertaker fell silent which only further angered the younger man which caused him to step forward, standing right before the creepy man. It seemed he had decided to use force to take the baby away, since the mad man made no moves to do so himself. However, his plan did not go as he thought, for as soon as he reached for the infant, she let out a whine and buried herself further into her father's robes, pressing against the elder Reaper's chest.

The brown eyed man looked confused by her response, before realizing that she probably believed this man was safety, when in truth that was far from the case. "It's alright," he attempted to assure her. "I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you.

To get you away from this badman." Trying to explain his motivations and actions to her. Undertaker all the while simply watching the scene, making no motions to stop the concerned citizen.

An amused chuckle. "I believe she doesn't want to go with you," the older of the two adults stated, both feeling and watching how the baby moved away from the stranger. "You tried, and there certainly is no shame in that." And the shorter man couldn't help but feel he was being taunted.

"That's because you've tricked her into believing you're good!" came the snap, as he focused his eyes up at the man, seeing simply bangs that blocked the madman's eyes from view. "She may not understand now," taking this opportunity to simply snatch the youngster away. "but it's better to take her away now than-argh!" being cut off as a hand suddenly gripped his wrist in a painful hold.

Grimacing from the unexpected pressure. "I believe we just established that she does not wish to go with you," Undertaker pointed out, all amusement now gone from his voice, as he continued to maintain his painful hold on the man.

"She only did so out of instinct," was the argument, grinding his teeth together, refusing to appear weak in front of this man. "It wasn't a choice."

Fighting off the urge to gulp when he saw a smile slide across the man's face like an oil spill. "Is that so?" Undertake hummed out the question. "Tell me, isn't following one's instincts, in essence a choice?" Smile growing wider from the expression of shock on the man's face as his way of thinking was challenged. "And...it was your choice that has kept us in the rain for longer than need be.

Quite ironic don't you think? A man who comes to rescue a baby from someone they believe to do the baby harm, only ends up harming the baby themselves?" Moving quickly and now snatching the man by his necktie, drawing the accessory tight around the man's neck, making it much harder for the orange haired man to breathe. "Afterall, I believe we both know what happens to youngsters when they've been exposed to the rain for too long don't we? Especially while so young."

Enjoying seeing the man's face redden as the seconds went by, as it became harder and harder to breathe. Now of course, he knew his daughter wouldn't fall ill and die like a humans offspring would (they were such fragile beings they were), but, that did not mean he did not worry for her wellbeing. They should have long since been at the funeral parlor by now, both in a fresh pair of clothes, while she watched him work on her coffin.

And this "helpful" man had gotten in the way of that, as Undertaker pulled the cloth even tighter around the man's throat. He seemed intent on killing the man, and probably would have gone through with it, had a growl not come from the infant's stomach. Drawing the retired Reaper out of his thoughts, causing him to look down.

His daughter meeting his "gaze" hitting him with a look that accompanied the noise her tiny stomach had made.

"My, my...this won't do at all," Undertaker said, demeanor immediately shifting as he released his hold on the younger man who dropped to his knees, panting heavily as he gripped at his throat. "I wonder how long it's been since you've eaten? Undoubtedly too long if you're sounding like that.

Don't worry princess, Daddy will make it all better," he assured the infant as he began once again walking toward his shop. "You'll have some nice goat's milk when we get home and you can watch me work on your coffin.

Heheh...such a pretty coffin it will be, oh yes...maybe I'll even put some decorative designs on the outside..." Both voice and footfalls disappearing as the pair vanished down the sidewalk, leaving the young man on his knees in the pouring rain, and wondering if he should have been grateful to still have his life.

A/n2: Also, if you could tell me in your reviews how many of you are dead set with Undertaker's fan given name Adrian Crevan, because I certainly had a different name thought up before I discovered it. This is a decision I leave up to you because he won't always be called Undertaker in this.

Thanks for reading.