It's time for something new! I gave up on Witch Hunt. I just lost my compassion for the plot. I thought of this while day dreaming in class and I thought it would be a good distraction for people waiting for the next update of "Phantomhive's Revenge" (my other fic.) In this fan fiction, Undertaker and Vincent were having an affair and when the manor burns down and the Phantomhives - Ciel are murdered it causes him to have a massive breakdown and we go from there! Characters that will appeal in this story are: Vincent, Rachel, Undertaker, William T. Spears, Ronald Knox, Lau and Ran Mao, Madame Red, Ciel and Sebastian, the Angel Angela, possibly Grell and maybe a few OC's. The Phantomhive Servants will probably pop up too some where in the mess.

Also, updates for all my fan fictions will be coming a little slow for the next 1-2 months because I have a lot going on. I'm failing Algebra, and I'm about to fail Biology for the semester because of a crazy assignment my teacher assigned us. Okay, It's not too crazy but I have a serious procrastination issue and 200 ions worth of dirty laundry and I've got myself a Hedgehog, and a very pissy one.. So things will slow down, but I'll make up for it by coming up with some sort one-shots to post to hold you off! Don't worry! Might do some Durarara, Dynasty Warriors, Sherlock, or more Kurofics, most likely yaoi, so look forward to that.

So without further blabber (sort of) I now give you Chapter one, of "Good Intentions!" Please take the time to leave a short (or not so sort) review once you finish and feel free to give me ideas!

Sincerely,

M.

Undertaker and Vincent were great business partners. While their job descriptions were very different, Undertaker still accompanied the Earl in his missions from the Queen. They were very much like Sherlock Holmes, and John Watson. Beside the Undertakers love of bad jokes and dead girls, he was a good companion. He was a cherished family friend. All of the Phantomhive's valued him; Vincent, of course, and his wife Rachel and even their little son Ciel!

But like any family, even the Phantomhive's had their secrets. Being affiliated with her majesty had a tenancy to get Vincent in quite a bit of trouble. The lies he had to tell, the number of people he had to kill... the things he had to do... all for the queen and country. But Vincent tried his hardest to keep all that away from his dear wife, and little boy. Rachel was oblivious to the true nature of her husbands work. To her, he was a good man- a family man, who did what he had to to provide her them, and he was a good man... but only when he worse the white, satin gloves of a gentleman. Come orders, those gloves were replaced with black leather gloves, and that's how everyone knew he was on business.

One secret Rachel and Ciel didn't know about, though, was the affair. Vincent was having an affair, and there wasn't a moment that the nobleman didn't feel a sense of guilt for it. Despite that guilt, he couldn't just back out of it. It had nothing to do with the Queen... or with his job... he simply loved his partner... Undertaker. Lord, every time he looked at the silver haired man, he felt the love he once felt for his wife. Not to say that he didn't love his wife now, but he had felt strongest for her during the first few years of their marriage. Now, she bored him. He loved her though, as the mother of his son. His feelings for Undertaker, though were... impenetrable.

When Vincent arrived at Undertakers shop, Undertaker would greet him, and kiss the back of his hand, continuing on to remove those black gloves, saying that he knew good and well that he wasn't here on "simply business" as he would always say. Once he took those off of him, it was as if he had been washed of his sins, pure once again. Before they new it, they were wrapped in each others skin, like blankets. Moans would fill the atmosphere, nails would scratch across flesh, and cheeks would become flushed. He loved it. The way he moved, and sounded, and walked and especially, how he would grind into him.

On one particular day though, an unforgettable day, something happened to them both.

~o0o~

Vincent hadn't shown up today. Undertaker understood though. Vincent was a really busy guy. Undertaker's office was on the 24th floor of the tallest building of downtown London. He could see over the entire city. The busy streets, the speeding cars and businesses; All of it. He liked the view from his office.

Undertakers job was to check over the "to die" list, build coffins and set up funeral arrangements for the deceased. While the building he worked in wasn't very suspicious, or even noticeable at all, he worked for a "different force." Undertaker was a Shinigami. Retired, but he still dabbled in his free time. He worked for the Shinigami Dispatch Association, a league of employed individuals sent to collect, or "reap", souls on the to die list. Undertaker would then check the list of souls on the to die list, make sure those souls had been collected and make sure he had all the coffins required to dispose of the bodies. He enjoyed his work, and it was something he looked forward to.

He read the names on the list aloud.

"Sarah Hartford, John Williams, Francis Gutren, Lester Crow, Vincent... P-Phantomhive..." The name... not HIS Vincent right? Was there another Vincent Phantomhive? There! There was Rachel's name too! No, no, no! This was all wrong!

"Vincent Phantomhive?" He read aloud again. "Vincent... VINCENT!" Jumping up and taking a brief moment to grab his coat, he ran for the door. Something interrupted him. He noticed, from his window, an orange blaze in the distance. He paused, stalking back the the window to observe the orange speck. No! No, that was the manor! He bolted out the door to the elevator. He smashed the buttons repeatedly, as if it would help him get to the 1st floor quicker. He begged, his stomach in knots. "He can't be dead. Maybe it's not too late!" The elevator arrived, but Undertaker had already began his journey down the 24 flights of stairs to the 1st floor.

He hailed a taxi, throwing a random sum of money at the driver and demanding that he be taken to the Phantomhve Manor, ASAP.

"GO! FAST! MAKE IT FAST!" He growled, forcing the driver to speed.

As the vehicle approached the manor Undertakers heart sank. The entire estate was ablaze. He dialed 911, giving them the address and a brief, panicked, unclear description of the scene.

"Sir, please remain calm. Help will arrive soon." The operator said, but it was too late. Undertaker had dropped the phone to the ground and ran into the burning building. He cried out for his beloved friend and lover. He cried out for his wife and son.

"VINCENT! VINCENT! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He ran up the uneasy stairs, that were nearly charcoal by now, to the top floor, searching every room. Bedroom, bathroom, guest room, study, office, every single room until he got to the lounge. There he was... or more appropriately, they. There they were. Rachel and Vincent... on the couch. A gruesome scene. They were cut in half... both of them... then sewn back together. The two halves of the opposite beings put together like some kind of sick puzzle.

Undertaker fell to his knees, the heart wrenching pain breaking him. Oh god... no, not him- not them! They were the only ones! The only ones that every accepted him. He had to deal with the guilt of cheating with Vincent, and now this! It was unbearable. He took their faces in his shaking hands, as he he was waiting for them to say something. They said nothing, and only looked out into space with empty eyes. Undertaker realized that there were bigger problems than his broken heart. Where was Ciel? He had to find him! He had lost Vincent but he refused to loose Ciel, too! He loved the boy like his own, and had even been there when he was born. When Vincent couldn't be at home, or when he couldn't play daddy, Undertaker had been there. Picking him up from school, taking him out on the weekends, helping him with homework... bless the boy. Panic filled him as he got to his feet and searched.

"CIEL! WHERE ARE YOU, CIEL?!"

He felt hands come around his body. There was no voice, just the hands around him, dragging him out of the building. He fought, kicking and screaming.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! Find him! Find Ciel! Find Vincent's son! You HAVE TO FIND HIM, NOW!"

He was suddenly out of the burning house, and pushed onto a stretcher, and rolled into an ambulance. They strapped him down, to keep him from getting up and fighting. He tried to break through the tight leather straps, jerking and shaking violently, screaming out as loud as he could. They cut open his clothes. He didn't realize he was burned until they tried to treat it. He didn't realize how little air he was getting until he tried breathing. This couldn't be happening! They placed a oxygen mask over his face, but he shook it off.

"Find him! He's just a child! You can let him die in there!"

The nurses around him looked almost mortified of him. Burned, and nearly suffocating, he still tried to rip off the straps and run back into the building ablaze. One of them, took his head in her hands and placed they oxygen mask over his face again. His vision was blurry, but he could make out her features. Lavender blonde, gentle purple eyes...

"Shhh, it will be alright. Everything will be just fine." She cooed. It disgusted him. His stomach churned. Did she not understand the severity of the situation!? His eyes were suddenly sleepy, and his limbs were weak. That bitch... She put some kind of anesthetic or tranquilizer in the oxygen machine... He shook his head side to side to stay awake. He tried to fight it, trying to get his arms free to take off the mask. The nurse held his rocking head still and watched as his eyes rolled back, and he fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't dream, or lightly stir. It was almost as if he were dead.

~o0o~

He woke up to the sound of a beeping monitor. Beep... beep... beep... steady and stable. He peaked open his eyes to see a few familiar faces around him. No doubt he was in the hospital. Lau and Ran Mao were there, along with Madame Red and his co-workers William, who looked quite upset, and Ronald Knox.

William sighed with relief as he saw Undertaker open his eyes. He got up, and stood at his bed side, afraid to hug him. He didn't want to aggravate his burns. He only looked down at him, his expression pained. Undertaker looked away, shaking his head.

"They were there... on the list." he finally spoke. It was almost like talking to himself. Everyone was dead silent. "I wanted to save them, but I was far too late..."

"I know." Said William weakly. "I saw you running out of the building and you looked really... horrified. I went after you. I was in the Taxi behind you, but my driver took a different route and when I got there the police and ambulances were already there. They brought you here and... I didn't want to leave you so I stayed."

"I came after William did." whispered Ron. "He called me..."

"I was at a dinner party with Lau and Ran Mao." Sobbed Madame Red, Ciel's aunt. Her eyes were blood shot, nearly matching her ruby hair. "The police alerted me... and told me..." her voice was very hoarse. "that they were dead!" She broke down, falling to her knees. Ronald went to her side, comforting her.

Undertaker didn't say anything. He just looked around the room at the faces of his friends. With the Phantomhive's missing it was strange. Normally they would all get together. The missing 3 left a hole in the group.

He suddenly realized something very, very important. Ciel wasn't on the to die list.

He sat up. "William!" He nearly shouted. Will jumped. "Do you have the to die list?"

he nodded, pulling out a paper with the list of names on it. He scrolled down, making sure he was right. Sure enough, Ciel Phantomhive's name wasn't on that list.

"Ciel is alive..." he murmured. The room was silent again. "Ciel... he isn't on the list. He isn't dead!"

Grateful tears fled from his eyes, and Madame red smiled with relief. Undertaker tried to get up, but was quickly pushed back down onto the bed by William. Undertaker hissed at the touch. Although the burns were quite minor, they were still going to need time to heal. William refused to let him leave so quickly.

"Undertaker, please. Just let the police take care of it."

He shook his head, frantic. "No! I may be able to get to him faster!"

"Well for now," Will's voice was now stern. "heal. I won't stand to have you hurt more, or again."

Undertaker leaned back. He understood. He would leave it for the police for now until he was well, but then he would find Ciel Phantomhive. He was probably scared... and horribly upset. Undertaker feared for the life of the boy. Memories of him flashed through his head. When he was little he would always get his little fingers tangled all up in Undertakers hair. He would panic for a moment, as if he thought he'd never escape and that he'd be stuck in a mop of Undertakers hair forever and ever. Undertaker would calm him down and untangle him. Ciel would laugh, and proceed to comb his fingers through his hair again. Another thing he would do when Undertaker didn't seem to be paying enough attention to him, is yank on the piercings that decorated his ear. Of course, that wasn't one of the fond memories. But at that moment, even that memory became dearly precious to him. He'd find Ciel. He swore it to every god, and every demon.

He would find him.

Ending authors note:

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