Disclaimer: I'm in love with a)this pairing and b)Drocell Cainz. And I find it ironic how much he and Sasori from Narutoa re alike... Anyway, sorry if you don't like this, I wrote it at 6 in the morning(raging insomnia and insanity for ya)and I'll post more of this pairing, flames or no. I don't own Kuroshitsuji, any of the characters, only my very weird thoughts that led to the birth of this story.
Drocell Cainz, was he human? No, of course not, he was a puppet, but he had learned to feel humanly emotions. Hate, fear, happiness, loyalty. Love. He felt love for the Undertaker.
As he and the Undertaker lay in the embalming room, he thought to himself, 'How can I feel such emotion?'
Of course, Undertaker isn't exactly human himself. The puppet and the death god, what a rich combination. Love forbidden by time; time they did not have. Drocell would love to be able to be with Undertaker forever, but all flames burn out. And all puppets wither away in a mass of mold and forgotten memories.
But his Undertaker would live on, easily forgetting the mindless puppeteer. "When I am gone, will you forget me?" he suddenly asked.
The death god's eyebrows knit together under his mass of white bangs. Of course he wouldn't forget him, he loved the puppet with a fiery passion. When they were together, his insanity faultered, and suddenly years of contact with only dead bodies and organs were forgotten. When they were together, he was as human as he'd ever be. But how to word this?
He slightly lifted up his doll's jacket and multiple shirtrs, longing for the feel of his lover's porcelain skin. "The dead bodies I work with are things I forget, each one more meaningless than the next. The help I offer to Earl Phantomhive and his butler. You, my dear, are something I will never forget. I love you."
Drocell sighed in contentment at the words. Undertaker put two pale fingers under his silky chin and lifted it up. Soft porcelain lips met translucent ones. Drocell's tounge found its way into the other's mouth, and the taste of death and sugar evaded his senses, his favorite taste in the world. Oh, how he'd miss that taste.
They broke the kiss and Drocell layed back into his death master's arms, knowing that if he had tear-ducts, he'd be crying now.
