An Update! It's a miracle! I don't own kuroshitsuji! ENJOY READING~!
A few months later-
Razel's POV
"Daddy!" I giggled as I ran up to the man who had given me a home and had become my family. He was -as usual- working in the shop that made up our basement.
"Daddy, what are you working on?" I asked curiously peeking past his arm. He turned and smiled at me.
"A surprise." he said.
"A surprise?" I asked tilting my head. He kneeled down so he was eye to eye me and took my hands.
"Razel, would you like to help me with something?" he ask.
"Sure, Daddy saved me after all." He smiled and lifted me up to hug me.
"You're such a good girl." he says before placing me on the table he'd been working at.
"You know how I'm a surgeon, right?" I nod.
"Well, this experiment has to do with that. This will make human senses and reflexes better than they already are." he says as he pulls out a needle full of some type of liquid. I'm suddenly nervous and fearful.
"Daddy?" i ask as the needle pierces my skin and everything goes numb.
The last thing I hear before I pass out is the sound of surgeon tools sliding against each other and 'I'm sorry'.
My eyes slowly blink open and I'm in the nursery again. I sit up and am sore all over. The door opens and Freed is there.
"Thank goodness you're finally awake." he says waking over to me.
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." I say reaching up silently asking that he pick me up and comfort me. He did and softly pats my back.
"Really? Do you want to talk about it?" he ask and I'm about to reply when I catch my reflection in the vanity mirror. As I stare in shock at the new appendages on my head, I realize,
'It wasn't a dream.'
"Daddy? What's wrong with me?" I ask in panick grabbing my head and feeling the furry appendages.
"Nothing- Oh that's what you mean... Nothing it was part of the experiment. You did agree to it. Does it hurt?" he ask now a little worried.I poke at my new ears and reply,
"A little." He looks at me in wonder and carries me out of the nursery,
"Come on, let's run some tests." I'm worried once again and cling to his shirt.
-eight years later-
Normal POV
Undertaker was dressing up one of his 'clients'. It was a man who had been suffocated by his wife when she found out he had an affair with another woman. Really, his clients brought him so much entertainment. How Undertaker wished the little Earl and his 'butler' would come back and visit. Maybe they could distract that red-haired stalker as well. Speak of the devil and he will come.
"Undertaker! 3" an annoying high pitch voice sang.
"Grell." Undertaker said continuing to fix the collar of his client's suit. Grell glomped the Undertaker.
"Still as gloomy as ever I see. Maybe I could fix that?" Grell said smirking.
"Excuse me? Who owns this shop?" a small voice asked interrupting whatever Grell may have planned.
There! They met...sort of...