A/N: I love Drocell. That's all I can say. At first I thought he was creepy, but after a while he grows on you. I'm really sick of people portraying him as the sadistic one, first of all he was only trying to please his master with the whole doll thing, second of all he wasn't even aware that he was a doll and he was very loyal. Ok so I thought that most of the characters in black butler didn't fit him. (Except Joker of course) :D. So I made an OC for him and don't worry I'll make a lot more stories for Drocell and possibly Joker. :D Oh, and since I have no idea how old Drocell is, in here he's 22.

Summary: Elerit is elated to find a beautiful mansion from the 1800's that has been long forgotten and is suprisingly still standing. The weird thing is it's still in perfect condition even on the inside. He doesn't mind though and leaves it as it is. He wants to get a pet to keep him company. But something else is waiting for him inside.. DrocellxOC.

Warnings: Yaoi, nothing to bad. And Drocell's creepiness. :D

"I'll take it," I knew it was a pretty stupid thing to do. I hadn't even seen the inside of the thing. The real estate agent gave me that weird look, the look that said. 'Wait-Really-you-actually-want-this,' Well yes, I do.

"Umm... Okay we can discuss the details over lunch or something of the sort," I could tell he didn't want to by the way he shifted from foot to foot. It's probably because of my appearence. I don't think many people would want to be seen with me. I don't know what throws people off, my hair, my eyes, what? My hair, well I'm not that proud of it actually. It's such a sickly shade of blue. My eyes well i've never hated them. Their color was what threw people off, a deep bright maroon. I usually put silver eyeliner and sometimes eyeshadow around them to accentuate them.

My sister is the one who got me started on the whole eyeliner thing. When I was around the age of 13, she came into my room and was carrying a bag with her. She had smiled and took out a small thing of eyeliner. "Silver would look good on you," she had said before attacking my maroon eyes with the makeup.

It doesn't matter to me anyways. "No it's quite alright. We could discuss it over the phone if you wish," he seemed to jump at the idea, his eyes, well eye lighting up considerabley, before he re-composed himself. "Yes, that would be good," he said looking down.

I smirked and held out my hand. He forced a smile and shook my hand, a small frown on his face as he turned and walked away. I smiled to myself and began to walk towards my car. I stopped only a few feet away from my car, and looked back up at the house.

I swear I had heard something, I swear. Well doesn't matter, I have to make a few phone calls, anyways. I shook my head and smirked to myself, plopping down in the drivers seat of my car. I laughed at my stupidness and began to drive off to finish packing the rest of my things.

(3 DAYS LATER)

I smiled as I plopped my phone on the passengers seat of my car. My parents were angry of course, but it was hollow.. They're rich and they could care less abourt their 18 year-old gay son leaving the care of his oh-so loving parents. I sighed and let my ever present smile slip off my lips.

It's really funny how I had always got everything I wanted, yet when I told them that I was gay they threw a fit and kicked me out. For weeks. They didn't even care, that I was starving and being partaily abused for my small figure and girlish looks. They also didn't care that when there was a hold-up at school these gay-ass perverts where looking for 'toys' and everybody pointed at me saying that I was the gay one, and that I had always asked for it. And they raped me right then and there in front of everyone.

I was scarred and my parents wheren't in the least compassionete the only person there for me was my sister. She would always look out for me when I was hurt or people would make fun of me. I loved her with all of my heart. I cared for her more than my parents, at times. It really hurt when she started being the snobby type.

She changed completely. Instead of helping me she shoved me away and called me a loser. She began to dress differentley and talk differentley and act differently. It tore me apart to see her turn on me. With all that had happened I learned that I shouldn't trust people at all. I tought my self the art of emotionless. I didn't show any emotions and the smile I usually wore was fake. I let my turn and become greedy assholes, yet I stayed unwavering. I didn't cry at funerals, I frowned. I didn't laugh and cry at my sisters wedding I forced smiles and affection.

I realized that I had been spacing out a bit and was nearing the outcast house. I smirked upon seeing a certain one-eyed shortie's car parked not far ahead. I parked my car on the left of his and stepped out. Smirk still in place. "Hello," Was all I said to him, and he looked away and shivered.

"Hi, here's your keys," Gosh, this guys straight to the point now isn't he. He handed my the keys and blushed when I purposely let my pinky brush over his thumb. He glared at me, but it was diffficult to take serious with that blush on his face. He 'hmphed' and walked back to his car stepping in and driving away.

I snickered and began making my way through the front yard towards the entrance to the house. the weird thing was behind all those trees and vines the yard actually looked well-mantained, but someone could've been paid to do it so I guess it isn't that weird.

I let my smile slip away again and began to drink in my surroundings, the roses where a very beautiful blue and there was only one of a different color in the bush. A full-bloomed orange rose. I tilted my head to the side and decide that I would go look at it once I closed the gate.

I turned and looked at the keys. I saw one labeled 'GATE' and tried it on the lock. It fit. I nodded at the gate and turned back to look at the flower. It was a pale orange, but even in the morning with the shadows closing in with the trees it looked to be evening, so the stem looked a very bright purple. I smiled at it and continued my trek to the entrance. I past various plants and flowers and even a fountian.

All too soon I was at the front doors. They where very pretty, well to me anyways. I smiled and looked at through the keys settling on the one labeled 'FRONT'. I twisted the key and took a deep breath prepared to see a messy dusty rotten pigsty. I screwed my eyes shut and pushed open the doors. What hit me was the lack of dust in the air. I frowned and cracked open an eye. Both my eyes widened in suprise at the sight laid out before me.

Eveyrthing was clean nothing was dusty or out of place, and that's what scared me. I was prepared for gray coating eveyrthing, yet everything sparkled. Okay...? Now that's just weird.

"Hello?" I called out closing the door behind me. I let my eyes wander the inside and in the middle of the floor I saw a doll, like the old porclien dolls from way back then, but this one looked different than the cheapy ones at the store. I frowned and shuffled over to the doll crouching down to inspect it, when a light came on from atop the stairs and I nearly fell over in suprise.

"Your not Master?"

.Hell.

A/N: So? Well love it hate, I really don't care much, and soon enough the first ever DrocellxJoker story will be out soon! :D Review! Oh and to everyone reading this just know that I am now taking request for DrocellxAnybody you think of stories! So send in a request! :D