A/N: Well, that's rather embarrassing. Kudos to ManawaSasa for letting me know. Hopefully this update is much more readable. I don't how that happened but let's hope that it won't happen again.

Previous A/N: Took a road trip which lasted around two weeks but I had a great epiphany for the story. Before, I was struggling on whether or not to make my OC appear before the Phantomhive manor attack or after plus the complications that came along with it (e.g. telling Undertaker or the Phantomhives beforehand or not/their reactions on whether she did or not) until this great idea popped into my head. I'm super excited to write it but I'm keeping it a surprise for you all. Therefore, my story should be smoother within the next few chapters. Plus, for chapter 6, I'm making it first pov to see how you all like it. If you prefer it, then I'll stick to it. Personally I think I'm better off writing that way.

Another thing, I've settled on monthly updates as my default. I'll attempt weekly for the summer, but as soon as college starts, it'll definitely slow down. So, keep that in mind. And with that out of the way, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji nor will I ever. Everything read not included in Kuroshitsuji are my ideas and characters alone.

Chapter 4
Although the cookie didn't help much to stave off her hunger, she settled for mulling over her thoughts as she waited. Her fingers wandered lightly over the stitches as she concentrated on forming her next move. First off, we need to find out why I'm here, what I need to do to get back home, how to get back home, and where I am in the storyline of Kuroshitsuji. Her eyebrows furrowed as she chewed at her sleeve in thought, a bad habit formed from childhood. Do I need to change something or make something happen? The latter would be easier since she knew the plot rather well, but the former would be quite tricky given that it could mean anything. She frowned, shaking her head. We'll have to wait and see, then. All that mattered at the moment was where she was in the plot so she could plan her next move, although she hoped it hadn't started yet, but at the same time, wasn't too ahead of it either. Although the extra time could be used to research ways of getting out of here. Hmm…

Too lost in thought, she didn't notice the Undertaker slip in with a tray carrying a bowl of soup, bread, and a beaker of tea. He sat down on the spare chair, laying the tray on the desk. He cocked his head, grinning. "Dearie?~" No answer nor was there any indication given that she heard him so he leaned in close, cupping his chin in his hands as he rested his elbows on his knees and waited until she snapped out of it.

Said patient was still preoccupied in her thoughts when she looked to her side before stiffening in surprise, gasping sharply before glaring at him, unimpressed. "Really?"

He giggled. "You were so lost in thought, I was beginning to wonder if I lost my dreamer forever~"

She stared blankly at him. "Is that so." She looked away from him, already getting fed up with his playfulness.

He smirked, leaning back to fetch the tray containing her supper before setting it over her lap. She looked down, expressionless. "Take your time~ I'll be keeping you company while you eat up." He hunched over, propping his chin on the hands resting on his knees as he observed his young guest who promptly ignored him in favor of the food in front of her. Although she didn't act nor look like it, he knew she was young, but by how much was a mystery to him. As she nibbled on the bread as though testing if it were edible, he spoke up. "How old are you, m'dear?"

She glanced sideways at him nonchalantly. "Isn't it rude to ask someone their age?"

He grinned. "I took you for someone who isn't offset by such trivialities~"

Her stare lingered a while longer before she looked away. A challenge. She either risked exposing more of herself or looking like a brat, so she opted for cleverness. "I'm old enough to not have to burden someone with my wellbeing nor look for one." She closed her eyes, sighing exhaustedly through her nose before taking a sip of the soup. Her eyes opened in mild surprise to look down. Creamy chicken soup. Not bad. She ate another spoonful.

He chuckled at her eagerness. "It's good, no?" He watched her in silence. She was good. Managing to evade his question while answering it - quite the feat. "I find it quite ironic that you pride yourself on self-efficiency and yet, here you are under my care. Care to explain, hm?~"

She frowned, disappointed in having lacked the foresight to realize the situation as he so bluntly pointed out. She looked away, silent for a moment. "Just a technical difficulty." The snickering reply stung her pride, but there was nothing she could do. She begrudgingly looked back at him, but he did nothing except grin and gesture to the rapidly cooling meal before her. She shook her head, black bangs waving to and fro with the motion as she began eating again.

Despite how boring she looked, she was amusing with her reactions when incited. He was interested to poke fun at her and see what other reactions she made. Her cool face and indifferent aura was quite peculiar, and it reflected in the way she looked. Dull silver eyes, or he assumed both were since her right eye was hidden behind asymmetrical bangs that only exposed her left eye which currently faced him. Ebony locks tumbled down her back all the way to her waist, straight but slightly curled at the tips. Her bangs concealed a good half of the right side of her face, down her jaw where it mingled with the rest of her inky black locks. Yet, albeit how simple her appearance, her beauty was apparent when one paid close attention. She was slim in build, toned, unblemished and well-endowed, until they faced the scars below the neck. She would make an ideal wife, yet he believed her strong personality may conflict with England's social norms. He hid a grin behind a sleeved hand. She was interesting nonetheless, and he intended to make good use of whatever was in his possession.

Seeing as she was finishing up the meal, he patiently waited in the comfortable silence until all that was left was the beaker of tea in her hand. "Seeing as you're done, I don't see why we can't get started with our business arrangement."

She looked up from drinking before setting the beaker down and nodding. "Alright, state your terms then." She handed the tray over but held on to the beaker. It's warmth was comforting although the stranger didn't do anything out of place to warrant any suspicion, aside from his comments. But one could never be too careful.

He set the tray down on the desk once more before steepling his hands with a grin. "Very well, then, here's how it'll go~ I'll take you in as my apprentice, and you'll be my personal body guard. How's that sound?"

She rose an incredulous brow at him. "Body guard? For what reasons would an undertaker, much less you, need one?"

He grinned cryptically at her. "I have my reasons~ Hi hi hi… Now, as for apprenticeship, I'll teach you the ways of an undertaker, embalming, prepping the body, the works. You're welcome to stay for as long as you work to earn your keep. So, do we have ourselves a deal?~"

She mulled it over before deciding. It was quite the advantageous position since he was of the underworld and an informant to the Earl of Phantomhive. It would be a good way of keeping her distance yet manage to keep tabs on their progress in the plot line. "Alright, I accept the terms."

He grinned, clapping his hands gleefully and giggled. "Very good~ Given your current disposition, we'll give you time to recover. As soon as you can get around without much trouble, we'll have you start right away." He arose, gathering the tray from the desk before pausing and looking at her thoughtfully, tilted his head. "Which reminds me, will you be needing some diversion as you recover? I imagine it'll be quite boring to simply sit and wait while you wait~"

Ah, that. He brought up a good point. "Some books will do, thank you."

"That will do, yes.~ Very well, allow me a moment to fetch some for you." He turned around to leave but was stopped, this time by her.

"Wait, I'm not much of an expert on the inner workings of England's societal norms, but isn't it unacceptable to take in women for this kind of work?" She was curious behind his motives in taking her in, but she wasn't one to question when it chose to befall at it's most unexpected moments. However, he also had a reputation to maintain as an undertaker, and that she felt she ought to preserve in return for his good graces.

He grinned, chuckling at her. "I'm sure ole England has more to worry about than the business of a simple undertaker~" He giggled eerily before mockingly bowing as graceful as one could manage with their hands occupied with the tray. "Well, if you'll excuse me, then, my dear apprentice~" He slipped out and closed the door softly, grin widening as he approached the kitchen. How fortunate he was to stumble across a rare discovery, and quite the supernatural one at that. No matter how subtle, she simply just wasn't normal.