Monochrome Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji its characters, settings or events

Rating: K

Words: 1,439

Pairing: Undertaker/Elizabeth

The London street, usually a bustling flow of people from all classes now laid a gloomy path for one person.

Elizabeth hardly got time to herself anymore so midnight was her only chance to keep herself company and quietly continue her mourning.

It's been seven years since the death of Ciel Phantomhive and disappearance of Sebastian Michaelis. The Funtom company went bankrupt while the manor slowly decayed until it looked more skeletal then regal.

Elizabeth was given her months of proper grieving but now her parents demanded she gets a new fiancé. In fact, they found one for her. James Ashford was a handsome and esteemed lawyer, all of Elizabeth's friends envied her but Elizabeth begged to differ. Money was the only thing he thought about and possibly cared about, if you killed a man in cold blood James would rule not guilty as long as you had the right price.

She sighed again, devastated that this was her life now.

After his death everything lost its color, the once blue sky was now cloudy and dark.

Her pretty pink dresses now reflected the blackness of a widow, the same color she's determined to wear on her wedding day, gossip be damned.

The further out Elizabeth walked the more lost in thought she became until a drop of water snapped her back.

"Huh?" she murmured. Looking up she noticed the light rain slowly getting heavier each second.

"Oh, no! I didn't bring my umbrella."she ran fast as she could to the nearest building shelter but the only option was a shop that, luckily, was still open. The woman breathed in relief but her ease changed to fear when out of the dark came a creepy chuckle.

"Hee-hee...what do we have here? A lost mouse I presume." Elizabeth didn't know what was worst the voice or whoever possessed it. "W-whose there and why are you here?" she tried to sound confident but her voice trembled.

The person laughed again. "This is my house, young lady. So who~ are you~?"

That was when she noticed it, littered across the room were coffin in different sizes and designs, they looked homemade. "I'm the Undertaker and this is my parlor." one of the mahogany coffin opened slowly revealing a tall man dressed in dark robes and long white hair covering his face but she could still see his crazy smile.

" He-hello sir, my name is Elizabeth Midford and I got caught in the rain so I ran in here but I-If I'm trespassing I can walk away." she fumbling her words and shifted uncomfortably trying to find the right way to say she should leave. "You can't walk out there in the pouring rain."

"I'm okay."

"Nope I won't have it."

"But-" "

"Take a seat, Miss"

A seat?

He meant sit on one of the coffins?

"I'm fine really, I can-" skinny fingers suddenly brought her face up to meet his, Undertaker's lips pursed then turned into the same grin. "You're Earl Phantomhives wife." as soon as those word came out it depressed Elizabeth again. "I was his fiancée. He died a long time ago"

This made the erratic man inwardly chuckle at her ignorance of the world around her. He knew Ciel wasn't dead or at least didn't stay that way.

The blond woman was so red-faced and puffy eyed over it that he started feeling guilty for enjoying himself. Undertaker lead her to one of the coffins and sat her down noticing how she stiffened at his touch "I prepared tea ma'am, would you care for some." hoping it'll cheer her up he handed her the English Tea anyways which was in a measuring cup. "The Earl's not dead Miss,"

Elizabeth's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? "

"He's down there." Undertaker pointed down giggling at his own joke, she thought he meant in the basement but it's was actually lower. "He's also there." this time he gestured to the left.

"And here and here..." in a weird twisting dance he pointed to different direction. "but most importantly, he's right here." Undertaker pointed her heart causing Elizabeth to finally smile for the first time in weeks.

"Aaah how refreshing to see." he poked her cheek, "You should do that more often~."

Elizabeth took in Undertaker's appearance once more and noticed how oddly two-sided he was. His garments were black with a sash and so were his long fingernails. His whole personality seemed twisted and consisted of somewhat estranged humor

Undertaker was also very pale and when the man's pure white hair brushed against her and she felt how soft it was it made her want to run her fingers through it forever. When Elizabeth had first walked in his, cackly voice and odd career choice had frightened her but now she just wanted to laugh at how funny his syllables would pitch higher than normal or how he managed to laugh through every sentence.

"Mr. Undertaker, Why did you choose to become an undertaker? I couldn't bear to attend Ciel memorial and it nearly killed me to go to my Aunt's funeral, how can you stand a job seeing poor people bloodied and mutilated?" her question suddenly made the Undertaker serious.

"You see Miss, I see my work as an artist would. By making the something that is normally plain or gruesome to look at marvelous. My recent guest was a woman who got trampled by an out of control carriage horse. The pretty woman was pregnant with a little one," Elizabeth gasped in shock but listen carefully to Undertaker's words. "I cleaned her and the child and made them look like porcelain dolls holding one another in the same coffin as if they were merely sleeping. I enjoy finding the beauty that in even something as death; because in the end, death is just as peaceful as life."

How do you respond to something like that? Undertaker's explanation evoked emotions in her she just couldn't explain. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry for Ciel, the husband and best friend she lost but mostly she wanted to hug Undertaker as tightly as possible. "Thank you, I needed to hear that. Maybe I can move on now."

"You still sound upset about something." She explained her situation with James and the marriage and how she's dreading the whole thing. Undertaker suggested hiding her.

"You'd do that?"

"I have a pretty cherry wood coffin you'll fit nicely in" he giggled

"Thanks but I couldn't do that to my family." Undertaker nodded in understanding.

For almost two hours the pair talked and told jokes, getting to know each other as Elizabeth explored more of the parlor and the different coffins. She even got in one to humor Undertaker.

"It's so plush, I think I could sleep here."

"You will soon." his dark humor made her smirk again.

Eventually the rain let up enough for Elizabeth to walk home. She wanted to stay longer but she knew if she wasn't home soon her father would send a search party. "I promise to come back tomorrow." she said.

"Do come back anytime Miss."

"Please call me Lizzy."

"Alright Miss Lizzy" she smiled again at him and realized she was there, Undertaker's bangs covered his eyes. What color are they She wondered

"Before I leave, can I do something?" suddenly her cheeks flared at the thought of seeing his eyes or even better, moving his hair aside to see them.

"Go ahead." he breathed. Slowly and as carefully as possible she reached up and moved the feather soft hair apart to show probably the brightest thing on him. Glowing green-yellow eyes bore into her and seemed to peer into her soul, the were in a unique ring on the iris that she's never seen on a person before. "They're beautiful" she breathed lowly. Unable to stop herself, her finger caressed his white skin tracing the long scar that ran under his robes. stroking his hair, feeling his warmth. Undertaker stayed grinning all the while enjoying the feel of her small hands. He kissed those hands that wandered to his lips.

"It's time for you to go now."

the whole walk home, Elizabeth passed the same gray stone pavement on the empty foggy streets but now she had a lovely green-yellow in front of her and everyday she plans to see those colors again if that's the only color she'll be able to see again.

So do you this is pairing could work?

Hope you enjoyed this side project while my main story Kuro No Maid goes through the process of editing and all that good stuff.

I'll take request if you want more. simply add your pairing in with your review (which I hope you will *doggy eyes*), the crack-ier the better.

Fun fact: my mother gave me the idea of these two lol.
Until next time.