Clover was on cloud nine. A bath was truly what she needed. After scrubbing all the grime off, she had decided to just relax. It was a blissful moment.

Soon though, she was forced off her cloud to analyze what had happened so far. She honestly had no clue how she had ended up in Undertaker's house. And every time she tried to remember what had happened the previous night, she would end up with a slight headache. Then her mind traveled to a white haired man.

I wonder if he is worried about me…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock followed by a very cheerful voice. She growled while glaring at the door.

"Now, now." His voice held a ring to it that made her head want to hurt even more, "I brought you some clothes. May I come in and leave them in there?"

Clover growled once more before submerging herself deeper into the water. At the sound of her growl, Undertaker laughed and opened the door.

"No need to by hostile my dear Clover." He put her clothes down on top of a bench. He turned to her and smiled, once more sending a shiver down her spine, "We must get along now, ok?" And with that he left. Leaving Clover to wonder what she had truly gotten herself into.


Clover found herself looking into a mirror in disgust.

Even his clothes have no color.

He had given her gray shorts with a long sleeved black shirt. Along with grey socks and black boots. She looked so out if place with the dull looking house and clothes. Her green eyes stared back at her as she brushed her green hair in front of the mirror. She truly did not belong.

After a few minutes, she decided to head downstairs once more. Like before, there was no sign of Undertaker. She hoped he wasn't hiding in another pot again. Or worse…a coffin.

Just as she was turning around to head upstairs, she heard the front door open. She turned to see a young man with dark black hair. He seemed to not wish to be there. He also looked like his life was horrible.

He looked around until he came face to face with clover. Shock was written all over his face. She tilted her head to the side as she looked at him.

"W-who are you?!" He asked her, his voice filled with confusion.

She stared at him for a few seconds more before answering in a hushed tone. "…Clover…"

"Hehe…she talked! She finally talked!"

Clover and the stranger jumped as the coffin right next to them opened to reveal a creepy smiling Undertaker.

"Well, if it isn't Diederich! Tell me, how did you get my dear Clover to talk, huh?" He asked as he slowly stepped out of the coffin.

"Could you appear like a normal person for once!?" Diederich screamed at him.

"But I was just curious! All she does is growl at me."

"Maybe because you aren't normal! You probably freak her out!"

"Me freak someone out? Who have I ever freaked out?" He tilted his head.

"You freak me out!"

Clover stared at the two grown men bickering at one another. One a little too happy at the other's misfortune. She couldn't help but feel a slight pain in her chest. With one more glance at them, she turned and left the shop.

Too alike.


People were staring at her. After all, green hair was something never seen before. She didn't like it. She never really cared if people noticed or stared at her, but she had protection back then. If someone tried to attack her, she would most likely be able to take them on, unless they weren't alone. She wasn't very confident in her hand to hand combat.

It is the same everywhere I go. Stupid people. I probably look worse with these dull grey clothes.

She stopped in front of a stall full of pastries. Her eyes widened at how good they looked. She hadn't eaten at all since she woke up. As if to agree with her, her stomach made a rumbling noise.

But she didn't have any money.

With a sigh she continued on. She had forgotten how it felt like to be hungry but unable to eat. She couldn't even remember the last time that she almost starved.

A scream was heard behind her, but before she could respond, the world started spinning in circles. Her head made a small impact on the concrete floor, a headache making its way into her head.

"Ow!...You should pay more attention to your surroundings!"

Clover tried to lift her head at the sound of a young boy's angry tone. Which was soon followed by footsteps and another voice. Though this time it was filled with great concern. Before she knew it, she was being helped up by a young boy with short white hair and grey eyes. Who then addressed another boy with slightly longer choppy white hair and grey eyes as well.

Brothers?

"You should be more careful Charles! You hurt her!"

"But Charles, I told her to get out of the way! It is not my fault she ignored me!"

Wait…Charles…both?!

"She couldn't have moved out of the way at the speed you were going to begin with."

"Not my fault she isn't fast." The Charles who had ran into her pouted as he got scolded by the other Charles.

Clover couldn't help but flinch as the young boys fought. She tried to calm herself, but her headache wasn't getting any better.

Ow…my head! I need to get away from these two. Their bickering isn't helping me what so ever.

As the two boys continued to fight, one trying to get the other to see he was wrong, Clover turned and decided to make her way back to Undertaker's place.

The boy who had helped her stand up called after her, offering to take her home, But Clover wasn't familiar with the town yet. The last thing she needed was trouble. So without looking back, she waved and dismissed herself.


Getting back to Undertaker's place wasn't easy. Her headache caused her to stop multiple times for a short rest. After a while, she finally found her way back to Undertaker's shop. From the outside, the shop did not looking inviting what so ever. Not that the inside did either.

At the sound of her entering, Undertaker looked up from some papers. At her sight he smiled.

"Clover, Dear, where were you? Diederich was concerned. Could you believe that he thought that I scared you away? That man truly thinks funny things!"

Undertaker smiled at her, waiting for another one of her famous growls. But was met with nothing but silence.

"Clover, are you okay?"

Clover's headache was full force by now. As she tried to take a step, she ended up falling onto the floor. Her head once more slamming onto the ground. The world spun for a few seconds before turning black.


Green eyes fluttered open at the sound of shuffling. Looking around she realized she was back in the same room she woke up that morning. Undertaker was moving around opening drawers and looking for who knows what. As Clover sat up, Undertaker turned and looked at her with a frown. Though just as fast he smiled at her.

"Clover, Dear, you're still alive?"

He handed her a glass of water and some pills, which she happily took.

"Thought you were a goner." He chuckled as she glared at him. "So, tell me Dear, what happened to you?"

Clover stared at him for a while before looking away and whispering, "Someone ran into me…"

"Heh…that's all?" She nodded, "Really?!"

Undertaker started laughing. Though after a glare from Clover, he decided to change the topic.

"Well, once you feel better, come downstairs. I have some food ready for you, since you haven't ate anything at all today."

With this Clover's eyes opened up as she smiled at him. Undertaker just laughed and left the room.

I'll get you to talk to me even more my Dear, just you wait! Hehe!

Clover shivered at the sound of Undertaker's laughter. He truly was a madman.


Hello! Hope every one has had a good day. Here is chapter three. Hopefully you guys like it. I wonder if many people read crossovers. When I looked up Kuroshitsuji and Pandora Hearts Crossovers, there weren't many. Well, luckily, I got my first follower! I'm so happy! Thank you IAmWhoeverIWantToBe! It may not mean a lot to you, but it does to me. Hopefully you like my story.

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