I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
Chapter1: Helena
The Undertaker walked back to his shop.
"I don't have anymore souls to reap. I should get home and work on my specimens." He looked up at the sky and saw it was darkening quickly. "It appears that it is going to rain." He laughed and kept walking not paying attention. He suddenly found himself on the ground. He picked himself up as the rain started to fall. He looked back trying to figure out why he had tripped. He saw that there was a body in the alley way. He saw that it had a crimson color seeping out of its chest. He pulled out a booklet and flipped through the pages.
"This soul isn't in the book to be reaped." He walked closer to it and kicked it. It rolled over and he saw it was a girl. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with fear in them. Her face was blood stained.
"Please kill me." She pleaded. She tried to sit up but kept slipping as the rain fell harder.
'I just can't kill her.' He stared at her.
"What is your name?" He asked with a slight smirk on his lips.
"I am Helena." She was slowly fading.
"Good." The Undertaker knelt down and picked her up. He quickly got into his shop that was dark. He walked past the caskets that had bodies in them. He made it into the back room where there was a table. He laid her on it and he watched her. He saw her chest move up slowly. "Good she is alive. She isn't going to die." He was thinking of ways to keep her alive. He heard the door of his shop open and close with a slam. He closed the curtain hiding the body of the somewhat alive girl and walked towards the front of the shop. He saw a soaked red haired Grell.
"Hello." He practically sang. "What are you up to?" He sat on the counter.
"Nothing." The Undertaker leaned up against the bookshelf.
"I smell a human that is alive. Why are you covered in blood?" Grell pointed at him then jumped down and walked towards the back room.
"Get out." The Undertaker shouted. Grell kept walking and they eventually got to the back room. Grell flung open the curtains only to see a girl sitting up and covered in blood. She looked up at Grell then at The Undertaker.
"I told you to kill me." She spat. Grell stared wide eyed.
"Whats your name you vile creature?" Grell stepped towards her.
"I'm Helena."
"That's who I missed." Grell pulled out his safety scissors and he grabbed her. She showed no emotion as he pulled her up. The blood trailed down her arms. "I will kill you now." He pulled the safety scissors across her neck. The cinematic records spewed from her. The Undertaker stood there and watched with Grell. They were expecting to see memories of a young girl that had a good life but all they saw was black. "What?!" Grell turned to The Undertaker with confusion.
"That's not what I expected." The Undertaker smirked. Grell turned back to the girl who was standing up. The cinematic records flowed back into her bruised body.
"But why?" Grell whined. "She won't die." He pointed at the girl that stood there.
William T. Spears was called to the shop after a while. He stood there adjusted his glasses occasionally and stared at the girl.
"So her cinematic records where black?" He looked at Grell with a bank expression.
"Yes William." Grell sat next to her.
"She escaped something that stole her memories. She has no other choice but to become a reaper or a demon." He walked closer to her and he looked into her eyes. "What will it be?"
"I think she would make a good reaper. Finally I can do someones nails and we can talk about boys." Grell giggled.
"I was talking to her you idiot." William hissed. "What would you like to be?" He asked her again.
"I would like to become a reaper." She looked down at her bloodstained legs.
"Good you can get your glasses but first-" William took his weapon and stabbed it through her chest. She didn't move or scream. She just sat there. Her eyes changed from a deep blue to green and yellow. He retracted it and adjusted his glasses again. "You can stay with The Undertaker and he will bring you to get your glasses and he will train you. Come on Grell you still have eight souls to reap." They quickly left and it was just The Undertaker and Helena.
"I guess I will train you." The Undertaker giggled like a mad man.
"It appears so." Helena got up and walked over to him. "Do you have anything I can change into?" She looked up at him.
"Sure." The Undertaker walked over to a dresser and opened it. "Here." He handed her a silky gown and he pointed at a door. "You can wash up in there." He laughed some more. Helena walked into the room and she quickly got cleaned up and she slipped on the gown. She walked out and noticed everything.
"Is your name The Undertaker or can I call you something else?" She shouted her question when she noticed he wasn't in the room. She walked next to a casket and stared at the body. She didn't get an answer and she walked closer to a closed coffin. She opened it and she was met by his face that his bangs somewhat covered.
"Did I scare you?" He giggled.
"No." She answered with no emotion. "What can I call you?" She asked again getting a little annoyed.
"The Undertaker." He answered smiling wide.
"Good." She answered and walked off and sat on the counter.
"What can I call you?" He asked, giggling slightly as he stepped out of the coffin.
"Helena or what ever." She kicked her feet. "Thanks for letting me stay here." She shot a smile at him.
"Oh so you do know emotion my child." He smiled back and he picked up a book that had a heavy coat of dust.
"I'm not a child. I'm 14." She shot back her smile slowly turning into a frown.
"What were you running from?' He asked after he blew the dust off.
"I was running from the man that killed my mother." She pulled her knees up to her and hugged them.
"Well you are safe now." He didn't laugh he just closed the book.
"I didn't run far enough." She spoke into her knees. "He shot me in the chest and I was sure it would kill me and I was fine with it but it didn't. I wanted to leave all of this behind." She sounded like she was crying. She pulled her head up and let her legs free. Her grayish black hair framed her face. The Undertaker just noticed how she looked and he stared. She was bruised and her body was still stained red. She had a good figure and her cheeks were pink. Her hair was to the middle of her shoulder blades. "Where can I sleep." She sniffled.
"Ummm." The Undertaker laughed. He stopped seeing she was serious. He found a pillow and some blankets after searching for a while. She saw a coffin that was large and she opened it.
"This will be fine." She stated. He placed the pillow and blankets in it. She was about to climb into it but she felt his hands grab her a lift her into it. He set her down gently and he pulled the blankets up around her. "Thanks." She smiled and so did he.
"I need to put the lid on so if there are any customers they won't get any suspicions." He looked down at her seeing she had already fallen asleep. "Goodnight Helena." He placed the lid on the coffin quietly so he wouldn't wake her.