Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji, Yana Toboso does. Betty the skeleton is a reference to "Anatomy Lessons" by Maiden of the Moon.
Note: This is my very first story. I know it's short and kind of suck-ish, but hopefully the next ones will be better! Ships the Undertaker and Betty the skeleton.
Prologue:
He watched the Earl take his leave, his ever-present butler right behind him.
Indeed, he thought. Such a strong soul. I can see why that demon guards it so intensely.
He stood from his seat, which was coincidentally a coffin, and lifted the beaker of tea to his lips. As can be expected, it was quite lonely to be an Undertaker. He didn't get visitors very often at all, and his usual guests couldn't amuse him nearly as much as the young Earl could. And that Butler of his...
"Yes," he decided. "I look forward to their next visit."
Oh, the beautiful laughter they brought him! He chuckled at the memory, knowing that the real show was yet to come. Those two were his greatest experiment, and the demon hadn't even realized his true identity as of yet. Thought it was troublesome to keep his eyes hidden all the time, it was worth the amusement he got out of his observations. He knew that if Ciel found out who he really was, WHAT he really was, he wouldn't come back. The Undertaker didn't want his favorite customer to quit his company, who else would bring him that ultimate joy of legitimate laughter? He would have to throw a curve ball in soon though. If done right, he might even get a glimpse of that demon's cinematic record.
"That would be very interesting indeed," he said to the skeleton he kept in one of his many upright coffins." Wouldn't you agree, Betty, my dear?"
He decided to take her silent, skeletal grin as a yes, and upon re-seating himself on a closed casket, immersed himself in another cookie from his cookie urn. A sudden, loving look came into his eye, and he glanced over at his companion.
"You grow more beautiful every day," he said softly and somewhat shyly, kissing her cheekbone. It may have been a trick of the light, but the skeleton seemed to somehow become brighter, whiter, with that gentle sign of affection.
With that, he hurried back to work, blushing slightly, hoping he hadn't scared her away.