Authors Notes: (I'm weird like that)
I think I'm going to upload a new Chapter every Saturday for this. My friend helped me think of a title, since I'm absolutely clueless. I don't like this chapter much, but this was the only way I could go along with the rest of the story. Ummm, if you like it, tell me? I love talking to random people. I love criticism of any kind.
This is my OC Rachel, and I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Bulter)
Feeling along the side of the the box I was in, my eyes adjusted to the darkness. I saw along the walls they were made from what looked like cheap wood. I felt along the top of the box, it had a caved deminsion to it, and then it dawned on me, I was in a coffin. I knocked on the top of it, holding back my worry or fear of being buried alive a panic attack looming on the horizon. The top of it moved slightly and I heard a voice talking. "Did the knocking come from this one? Or that one?" The lid moved off of me. "Oh~ look you're still alive!" A man stood there, his hair went down his back and it was slivery white. "Where am I?" I asked looking around the dark room."Well, you're in my shop! I'm the undertaker you see, and the people who brought you in must have thought youwere dead." I nodded, His bangs covered his eyes, "Can you move? You took a pretty hard fall, from what I've heard." I nodded,"Funny thing is I don't remember much of anything at the moment." He walked to the back of the room and pulled a vase of what looked like bones in it," I see your problem. You can stay here for awhile I guess. Try not to touch anything."
The door opened and someone walked in. A child? I stepped out of the coffin. "I'm coming in," He announced. I stared at him. The undertaker walked up near him,"What can I do for you today, little lord?" The boy stood with a lot of athority, which somewhat annoyed me. "There has been a string of murders and kidnappings lately, do you have any information on this?" The boy seemed to be impatient, and his eyes never left the undertaker. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Undertaker lead me over to a coffin and I sat down. Undertaker grabbed a bone from the vase and put it in his mouth. " I might have something, but you know the price," He stopped and thought for a second,"No, this time it's free of charge. You've made me laugh enough since the last time you saw me." Undertaker sat down on a raised coffin and started to talk about these murders. I tuned out and looked at the kid, with him what appeared to be his butler. He and I made eye contact, we didn't break contact until the kid turned to leave.
"Who was he?" I asked after they left. "The Earl, would you like one?" He offered a bone to me, but I declined. "His name is Ciel Phantomhive, he's quite a regular here," He continued. I stared at the floor,"Do you know who I am?" The white haired man stopped and looked at me,"No I have no idea. Some men brought you this morning saying they found you beside their house in a pool of your blood. You're still pretty bloody. They thought you fell from the roof, even they didn't know who you are or how you got up there," He nibbled on another bone,"Your eyes though, show to prove that you aren't human though." I stopped breathing, my eyes? What color were my eyes? "What color are they? Why do you say that? Why can't I remember anything?!" I wanted to cry with this frustration. "Same color as mine. Don't cry I'm not good with handling crying people," He said. "You realize that that's ironic since you run a funeral place?" He shrugged," You're probably missing from HQ." I glared," Headquaters? What am I a spy or something?" He got closer and his bangs fell away from his eyes, bright green orbs stared back at me,"No no darling your a shinigami! A death god, a
reaper to the humans!" He leaned back. I stared at his face now hidden behind is hair again.
"A what?"
"Shinigami! Or what ever you want to call it."
"I do what?!"
"Take souls from humans."
"How!?"
By now I was almost screaming. "You might wake the dead if you keep screaming like that," He smiled at me. "How do you know about them then?" I looked at his scars that traveled up his face, curiousty was getting the better of me,"I'm one too, but I don't do work anymore. I sit here and watch humans. They are entertaining." I nodded,"How'd you get the scars?" He was quiet, until someone through the door,"Found her~!" A man with long red hair called out as he stood up, I quickly took refuge behind the Undertaker," Come on! Rachel! It's time to leave! You've been missing for days!" I mumbled," Who are they?" He shrugged,"Well, I think his name is Grell. And that's his trainee person!" I nodded still hiding from view. "Rachel?" Grell asked,"You okay?" I didn't move but I was shoved out from behind Undertaker. "She has a concusion so she doesn't remember much, not even her name, I thought she was dead," Undertaker smiled at the men standing at the front of the shop. "Will is going to kill us Ronald!" The one with the long red hair said to the one next to him. "Well it wasn't my fault! I wasn't the one that was suppose to be watching her!" Ronald responded. "Oh so she's new?" They stared at him,"I'll watch over her until she's better, tell William for me, you know. Why don't we take a trip to the HQ right now!" I paused,"What?" Grell and Ronald looked a little confused,"Well okay. I don't see a problem in that." He nodded. A bright light appeared in the room and I was pulled into it. I opened my eyes too see a huge building, "Ahhh, Will's gonna kill us~. We're so late!" They began walking toward the doors and I followed slowly. I didn't know who I could trust anymore, were they going to hurt me?
"Grell, Ronald, Rachel I see you're back," A man stood there with no emotion on his face at all,"Oh, I didn't think you would be joining us as well, Undertaker." Undertaker walked forward,"Rachel had a bad fall a few nights and since she's new, and doesn't remember anything. I'm going to take her and teach her everything myself." Grell walked past him," What?! Am I not good enough William? Who is he to be talking?!" I hid behind Undertaker. "Rachel, I know you're shy but please, state your opinion in this matter, also Grell, he is a Grim Reaper, even though he is retired, respect your elders," The man said. I peeked around his dark robes,"Well, I think I trust Undertaker more." Grell stomped up to me,
" What's wrong with me?!"
"Well."
"Answer me!"
"You lost me, didn't you?"
He glared at me,"I didn't mean to lose you! You didn't keep up!" I glared at him," Well I fell off a roof." Will, as Grell called him, walked up to me. "I see, well he'll be in charge of your training then, even though he is retired. Do you know where your Death Sythe is?" Ronald spoke up now,"She was never given one." Will sighed,"Okay, follow me, I'll take you to the room. Grell and Ronald, you both have paperwork to do, get to that." The walked away, clearly upset. I followed him down quite a few long hallways until he opened
a door,"Pick any one you want, but remember you're going to have to carry it with you, and you can't make an exchange." I nodded, I wondered aimlessly through the shelves of different weapons. My eyes finally settled on a tradional scythe, except with the top was carved into the wood a skull that's eyes looked to have fire within them. I picked it up and it felt nice in my hand, light even. "I see we have the same taste in things," Undertaker was behind me, and I jumped at the sound of his voice. "I guess, I think it looks cool," He nodded to my remark, "Okay, then Rachel, now we need to find some suitable clothes for you." He looked around the room and
headed toward the door. "What? What's wrong with this?" I looked down at my dress, there was blood on it, the white was stained with it,"Oh, I see." He took a bite of another bone. "I don't know, maybe something darker. Or something like that." I mumbled following him outside the room. "She can stay here, we have extra rooms," Will said as we walked to the front of the building. "No I'd rather her stay with me, and I'll need an updated to die list, send it when you're done," Undertaker walkedout the door and I quickly followed, but I heard Will complain before I walked out the door,"More overtime, and I probably won't even get paid."
