Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: I just got bored, plus I'm tired with writing about one story all the time, so I decided to write a quick short story on the Undertaker and an OC I made up on the spot. Hope you enjoy!

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A young girl, about the age of eight, giggled as she ran wildly through the smog engulfed streets of London. Causing many eyes to turn on her, she turned into an alley way and disappeared from sight. She smirked to herself, taking one of the flowers in her hand and putting it into her hair. "Those English fools," she said to no one in particular as she walked aimlessly in the streets. 'Life it too precious to waste on a day like today,' she smiled to herself, feeling the raindrops beginning to start. She ran through the streets, not looking for shelter, but to reach her destination before it got too dark.

Coming across a cemetery she stopped, slowing looking at the gate and pushing it open. She smiled to herself, happy with her accomplishment. "Good you're not closed on me today," she giggled to herself. She slowly walked through the cemetery, careful to not trip on the now muddy ground. Once she got to the spot she was running to she stopped, kneeling down on the cold ground. She put a finger on the gravestone, tracing the letters with her index finger.

Ellen Ioreta

February 14, 1826 – December 6, 1861

Loving mother and daughter

"Today you will be with me in paradise." Luke 23: 33 – 43

She smiled and set the flowers in front of the stone. Then she leaned against the gravestone, her wet-black clothes getting muddy. "Well guess what happened to me today," she giggled. "Oh come on mommy, I bet you can't figure it out." She waited, only hearing silence. "That man in your will, I can't seem to find him anywhere. I only have a day left to find papa before those mean relatives take our family's money, but guess what! I thought I saw him at St. James' Park, but it was just another stiff," she let out a sigh, moving her long auburn hair out of her eyes. "I don't think I can find him mommy. I guess it's to the gutters for me."

She chuckled to herself, "but at least I can come and visit! I wonder what's keeping papa. The last time we met was a few years ago. You remember? Actually I don't remember a lot from the visit. I just remember his eyes… so green. You told me that's where I get that little glint of green in my eyes, from papa. Even my hair, remember mommy? You say I get my red hair from daddy, but it's just a bit lighter because of your hair. Is that true mommy? I wish I could know…" she let out a sneeze. "Oh excuse me! Sorry mommy. It's starting to get cold again so I think I'll have to get going." She got up, attempting to wipe the mud off of her butt before she left.

"Oh my ~" She turned around confused, confronting a rather tall and frightening man. He wore a long black coat and had gray hair, which was so long that when he passed her it tickled her nose. He also had a big black top hat, causing her to giggle slightly. Other than that she couldn't see him well, for the fact that she was short for her age and he was immensely tall.

"Hello," she smiled happily.

"Now what's a young maiden like yourself doing out in this ungodly weather?" he asked, bending down so she could see him better.

She couldn't help but giggle again. She could see that a piece of his hair was braided and he grew out his bangs so she couldn't see his eyes. She figured it's just to scare anyone that crossed him, which amused her."Oh nothing really," she smiled innocently, "just visiting an old friend."

"I don't think you should be out at this time girl. It's almost nightfall."

"It is?" She looked up, noticing the sun going down on the horizon, "Hey I guess it is! And by the way," she looked up at him suspiciously, "you're a stranger aren't you?"

"Oh? And why would you say that?" he looked down at her with curiosity.

"Well mommy told me that a stranger is an unfamiliar person whom you just didn't introduce yourself to," she smiled.

If that's the case," he bowed, his smile widening, "my name is the Undertaker."

"Undertaker?" She questioned him, and then let out a laugh. "Oh I get it! So you must be the new mortician. Well hello then. My name is Sophia Ioreta, but you can just call me Sophie."

Sophie opened up her hand, her other hand behind her back. The Undertaker smiled, taking her hand and shaking it. Then she giggled, jumping around happily in the rain. He laughed, "You're such an enthusiastic little maiden," he commented to himself.

She tugged on his sleeve, causing him to bend down. Then she took the soaked flower in her hair and secured it on his hat. "There better!" she giggled.

"So where are your parents?" he smiled, figuring this girl should get home so they don't worry.

The smile on her face lightened up, causing her to sigh. "Well my mommy is right over there," she said pointing to the gravestone, "and papa… well I don't know," she shrugged.

"You don't know?"

"Well I only met him once. He left after that, but mommy said he'd come back… he never did," she looked at the ground, scuffing her shoes in the mud.

"Where do you live?"

"In a house somewhere over there," she pointed toward the city, "but… I'm going to lose the house tomorrow so I'll be living on the streets." Sophie looked back up at him, a smile on her face, "But don't worry about it! I thought you were listening on my conversation anyways," she pouted.

"I only heard the last tidbit and that horrid sneeze."

She giggled, "I guess it was a bit loud."

"If you need a place to warm up before you head home, you're welcome to come and rest at my house."

"You mean the morgue? Sure!" Sophie giggled, jumping up and down. "I've been there a few times so I know my way around."

He smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her down the muddy path. "You have?"

"Of course! Your predecessor used to let my mommy and me in to help with the bodies. Even chat! When I heard he had died though… well I stopped visiting every day and I just come by every Saturday. So I was wondering who they had replaced," she smiled.

He chuckled, "Just and old fool like me, I suppose." Sophie laughed, childish laughter in her voice.

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By the time they made it inside Sophie let out another sneeze, sniffling her nose on her sleeve. Her eyes drooped, her body growing weak and collapsing underneath her. The Undertaker quickly grabbed her, lifting her up and carrying her bridle style. When he finally laid her down on his bed she was almost asleep. He shook her away, causing her to jump with a startle. "You should get out of those wet clothes before you go to sleep," he smiled, sincerity in his voice.

"Now let me see…" he said to himself, rustling through his clothes. "Here we go ~" he sang to himself, throwing the clothing at Sophie.

She looked at it with curiosity, "This white shirt seems to be a bit fancy Undertaker. I-I can't possibly wear this."

"It's ok child. I don't use it much anyways so put it on," he smiled.

Sophie smirked, "Not until you leave to room."

"Of course ~" he bowed and kissing her hand, causing her to giggle.

Once he left the room she quickly took off her clothes, the dress dripping all over the floor. Throwing it to the side, she dried off her body before putting the white shirt on. Then she let out a yawn, quickly collapsing on the bed and falling asleep.

When the Undertaker walked back in, he couldn't help but smirk. "Someone couldn't stay awake ~" He walked over to the bed and tucked her into the covers. Once he did that he took her clothes and hung them up to dry. "I guess little old me won't be sleeping in a bed tonight ~" he sang to himself. He took the lit candle lying on the dresser, walking out of the room. He turned back, letting out a sigh. "I guess I won't be retiring just yet," he smiled to himself, before blowing out the only source of light in the room.

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A/N: I do hope you guys comment. I'd be nice hear some feedback! If I get some good responses I may write some more… though that's still up for debate. This is just a story I'm writing to get my creative juices flowing for my main story, but either way I hope you like it!

Sophia – Greek – wisdom

Ellen – English – variant of Helen; light, most beautiful woman

Areta – Greek – beauty, virtuous, excellent

Iorwen – Welsh – Lord, beautiful

Ioreta – combination of "Areta" and "Iorwen"

Forget-me-nots – at a funeral this flower sends a message of faithful love and memories