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You are a kid at heart. You hate death and are afraid of it too. Your best friends is Lady Elizabeth Midford, and her maid Paula. You love to dress up like a doll and can be very innocent and shy at times.

You are the last in the (l/n) line and is a noble, your mother and father were assainated because your father was giving guns to a drug dealer, but the man turned on your father and had both your dad and mom assainated while staying in the country. While you were perfectly capable of taking over the company, you were more worried about all the suitors you would now get who wanted to marry you to take over the company. So here are on your way to the undertaker to arrange the funeral, but you were hoping it wouldn't take long because Lizzy had invited you over to Ciels house for the "ball" she was throwing over there. You went in quietly, expecting no one , but to your surprise you found none other than the young lord Phatnomhive himself with his butler. "Undertaker just tell me the information I want!" He yelled at the man you guessed was the undertaker. He had long sliver hair, scars on his face and neck, but the thing that disturbed you the most was his bangs. They were so long that you couldn't see his eyes, this was disturbing you because you didn't know who he was looking at or the faces !nhe could be making. He just shurgged his shoulders and slumped on the desk. "Eh, you know they rules. So don't think it will change just for you. Why don't you let this woman over here try." only now did the young boy and his butler turn around to look(more like glare) in your direction. "(Y/n), I heard about your parents and give you my condolences, but I have important business that I must story finish before you and Elizabeth come. Can you please tell him a joke so I can be on my way?" You nodded and gave him a hug. "Okay, but give me a moment to find on," You searched your memory a joke and settled on one your father would tell your mother when you were a child. "Um..okay here's a good one I think. So on a friday evening a husband asks his wife 'Shall we have a nice weekend?' The wife replies with a yes, and then the husband says "Ok then, see you on monday," there was slience when you finished. Then you heard a loud laugh come from the Undertaker. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! "THAT'S HILARIOUS! Okay, I'll tell you what you want my lord, but I will deal with this woman first since it would be fair," the boy mumbled something under his breath, but agreed with a nod. The old, or so you thought, man quickly came from behind his desk and wrapped his arms around you. So may I ask of your name, my fair lady?" he asked, you felt his hot breath run down your neck and shivered. "It-it's (l/n)," you said with a blush. He gave you a creepy grin and pulled away. "Well miss (l/n) you don't have to do much, your parents had already shown me what they wanted and everything, all you have to do is get me the outfits they requested and tell me what you want on their tombstone," you nodded and contemplated it for a while. "How about...'How beautfiul it is to love something death can touch?'" This earned you a chuckle from the sliver-haired man. "Hehehe, that's one of my favorite quotes, excellent choice. Now the funeral will be in about a week, so you soon!" You smiled and were about to walk out when Ciel called you. "(y/n) come before the "ball", I have a proposual for you," you nodded and walked out the door. I wonder what he wants you thought as went to your next stop, the tailor.