Okay, I'm a newbie at this uploading crap and honestly I did not think that Fanfiction would be this complicated...Anyway, Alex, and Mason belong to me. Reviews are nice and if you have any ideas at all please jot them down for me; I tend to get writer's block very easily. This is, as I said m/m, but it's just faint, if you're a complete yaoi lover (Like myself) then I'll try to give it some more Alex x Mason action if that's what you want.

Grave Keeper

Alex gave another sigh; his job sucked. If you call it fun being a corpse deliverer fun then you must be friggin messed up in the head because not one person that he worked with liked this job, especially if you had to deal with half decomposed corpses that smelled horrible. The young teen of 17 brushed his raven bangs out of his blue eyes with a tired sigh following after; he had been digging a hole for a couple of hours now and he was getting nowhere fast. Blisters started to form on the palms of his hands as he pushed the shovel deeper into the cold dirt and tossed it over his shoulder, still covering himself in the grimy dirt that showered down on him. Glancing up into the October sky he could see orange and reds covering the fading blue of the day turning it into the night; he better dig faster; the longer he stood in a four foot hole the longer he had to stay out in the cold to make it six feet just to drop the corpse in, an unknown corpse for that matter. Alex sucked in the needed air before throwing the dirt out of the hole. Five feet the teen gave up and climbed out of the hole, slipping a few times due to loose footing and he attempted to dust off his pants and shirt only smearing the damp earth deeper into his clothing, "Damn it all." He hissed, voice laced with a British accent, he tossed a look over at the unmoving shape of the body wrapped tightly in dirty old sheets, nothing fancy, why would you waste perfect sheets for an unknown body? Being the respectful man he was he carefully picked up the body, blood dried in the sheet and the taste of decay washed over Alex's tongue as he took a deep breath of air through his mouth, gagging he accidently dropped the body into the ditch, the body making a 'thump' as it hit, "Sorry..." The teen murmured softly before pushing his shovel into the small mound of dirt he made and started to cover the grave he dug with another tired sigh.

The young teen trudged home, cold air wrapped around him like a wet blanket in attempt to slow down his walking as he made a brisk pace back to his apartment and all he wanted was a nice bath to sit in, but that was starting to get a be troublesome since his boss kept coming to his home barking at the boy till he rolled out of bed and opened the door to see his boss red in the face with rage. The teen remembered one night when he had just laid his head down on his lumpy pillow that suddenly felt like heaven until loud knocks and shouts came from the front door, walking to the door a dead expression that matched the corpses he had to care for.

"Alex!" Mr. Granger snarled, his face red and puffy, his green eyes bloodshot with lack of sleep like the rest, "Get down to the graves now! The plague has hit and killed another! My boys all threw in the towel before you even put up your shovel and they won't answer their doors!" He barked.

Alex wasn't so surprised; he wished he didn't answer his door, "How soon?" He mumbled, he couldn't even see his boss's face any more since he was lacking the sleep he needed ever so badly.

"You have five minutes!" The elder spat and pulled his scarf more tightly around his neck as he started for the stairs outside.

The younger banged his head against the doorframe, "Why are you out to get me Elizabeth?" Alex cried silently as he turned around back into his apartment to get dressed againand head back to work again. Alex pulled on his black trench coat and wrapped his plaid scarf around his neck as he marched down stairs with a bitter attitude, "You'd think this person would stop and think for a moment before dying." He grumbled, ignoring the strange look he got from the lady that owned the place.

Instead of casting another strange look towards Alex when he muttered something again the dark haired girl frown, "It's late Alexander, what makes you stay up so late to walk out there, eh?"

"Mr. Granger." Alex spat out the name like a deadly sickness, in fact he could have sworn his boss was the plague that was killing everyone in England at this time since the elder loved to make him suffer since he was the newb there at the "Undertaker" residence for cleaning up bodies, making coffins, and burying them.

"You sure took your bloody time!" Mr. Granger bellowed angrily. The elder gave Alex one last glare before getting into his car, pushing the passenger door open for Alex to get inside. The drive was an icy silence that matched the weather outside of the buggy and Mr. Granger cleared his throat with a gruff cough, "Alexander, you are to take care of this boy near your age this morning, his last name is Owens so throw him with the O's."

Alex winced at the word 'throw', but muttered a, "Yes sir." He got out of the buggy, the same worn down brick building stood before him with the haunting images of corpses of many shapes and sizes coming in and only in the building. The teen heard his boss start to drive and with a tired grunt he fished out the key and walked inside the dark building, flicking on the lights and he walked behind the curtain that hid the coffin fitting room and he walked to a metal door which he tugged open with as much strength he could muster and walked inside the dark, freezing room where a new body lay, wrapped in the same familiar sheets as the others were. Alex walked up to the body, no longer having a phobia of dead bodies and ripped back the sheet to show the face of the teen and the teen did a quick double take because the boy laying dead was breath taking. Dark ginger hair came to the boy's shoulders and the hair melted nicely against the caramel skin, his face flawless with a peaceful expression on his face, "I can't believe someone like you died, I'm sorry if you left your loved ones behind in sorrow, but they must know that you're happy, right?" Alex murmured softly as he turned around to go to the other side of the room to get a stretcher to place the body on, but what he didn't notice is that a smirk had formed on those pale lips.