Author's note: The last thing I posted was a bit short, it was transitioning to this story arc, which doesn't contain Coryn. Sorry, but you'll see more of her, and you'll also see more of the other OCs. Unfortunately, Mr. Undertaker does think some really mean thoughts in this arc. Sorry, I love all the characters, but unfortunately, the characters in Black Butler don't share my same sentiment; On that particular line I was talking about, this is my reaction, "Says the person who is uber obsessed with death! Don't pick on other people 'K. Especially GRELL! He's awesome!" Undertaker acts really OCC, but this is what I think he would act like if he had an adopted daughter; especially one like well, I'll let you learn her name in a paragraph, so, um... here goes...
Undertaker's Pov:
I saw one of the shinigami pass my story. Which one was he... Grell? No, that was the weird one... Was it that kind boy with all that wasted potential? No, he would've come in for some cookies and a laugh or two, or at least say hi while he ran off to work... what is his name? Whatever... I can't remember who it was. Oh well. I need to figure out the one who was here because they definitely saw my little girl, Roselyn 'Grave'. Well, she's adopted, but I consider her to be mine. There isn't even any information about her in the shinigami records and by the way we met I know how it could've gotten messed up... but I like her... a little more than I like dissecting things... *blush*
I know she isn't human; but she hasn't become fully-fledged, so if she'll be a shinigami, or angel it hasn't shown up yet, but it shouldn't be much longer; being by somebody else of supernatural origins will speed up the process, although her eyes were born purple, which suggest angel; they'll sometimes they switch to green, and I'm leaning towards shinigami because she can't see anything past a centimeter past her nose. I remember when she was five and it started being a problem.
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"3... 2... 1... Here I come Roselyn!"
"IT'S GRAVE!" She yells back at me and I can see in my minds eye her little pout. I go toward where I heard her voice.
"Marco!" I yell.
"Who?" Ros- Grave asked.
I knew where she was, she was behind her coffin, made a red to match her flaming hair. I opened the door and tapped on her shoulder.
"There you are Grave!"
She cocked her head and smiled, running up to me "Undietaker!" she yelled and I crouched down to hug her and she ran past me; she hugged the black coffin behind me that I had been using as a bed for awhile now.
*Sweat-drop* "Grave, I'm over here!" I said. She perked up and stopped hugging my coffin.
"Sorry, I'm coming in for a hug now!" She then glomped my skeleton manikin. Wait, don't face-palm, I'm too cool for that!
"Stay there, I'll come to you." I called as I walked over and sat right in front of her.
"Undietaker, ... was your face always so fuzzy? It's furry looking!"
*Face-plant* Well... I didn't say anything about getting reacquainted with my floor... "Grave, do you think you could possibly need glasses?"
"Guawasses?"
"It's gl-a-ss-es"
"Gwl-basses"
"That's closer, you're almost there! It's G, as in gallbladder, L as in liver, A as in appendix, S and then S again, like the spine, and then E, like your eyes, then S yet again, like a skull."
"Like your really epic skull you have that I like to juggle with?"
Ugh.. don't remind me about that Grave... "Yes."
"So it's glassez?" She asked with big purple eyes full of hope.
"I'll except that."
"Yay! Glassez, glassez, glasses!"
"Can you say it right again?"
"Glassez?"
"No, how you said it the time before that."
She paused for a moment deep in thought. "Glasses?"
"Yup. That's right! Now, I need you to come to the back, we need to look at some samples. Then I'll give you something."
"Awesome! I'll use them everyday and think of you while I am!"
I ruffle her hair, which was in a pixie cut at this age. It's so soft... I love petting her hair. "Come on, let's go." She grabbed my hand then skipped back to the back with me.
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She still sometimes calls me 'Undietaker' It's the most adorable thing, especially since she says it innocently. I wish I didn't meet Roselyn the way I did, but I wouldn't know her like I do now if it didn't. I remember that rainy day perfectly... That day I met Roselyn, and it was the same kind of day when I met her mother. I remember her mother all too well, and Roselyn got her rose-red hair from her. Her mother was my first and only friend...
"Undertaker! We have guests on the way! I'm going in my coffin!" Roselyn yelled, driving me out of my thoughts and I had to act the same way I did before Roselyn, I am a little better now, well, mostly because she freaked out when I did my 'hehehe' thing in front of her the first time... She's even cute even when she's freaking out. It was the avoiding me for a week that made me sad. Especially when that was a time I needed her more than ever, it was the time I'll never mention and the reason why I asked Roselyn to never leave my shops-
The door opened to reveal the Phantomhive butler opening the door and bowing to his master, the Earl of Phantomhive, the Queen's Guard Dog.
I say in my normal tone, "Eh, good evening. You want the information I assume. You prepared?"
"Sebastian?" Ciel barked.
"Yes, Milord."
"Stand off in that corner, I want to see if I can do it myself this time."
"Yes, my young master." Sebastian bowed then walked over to the corner; looking rather amused with that smirk on his face.
"Last time you did it the laughs were lacking. You're not getting off as easily..." I pause for a moment for dramatic effect, "Hehehe!"
