Undertaker sighed as he wiped his forehead of the small beads of sweat that had gathered there. He looked down at his newest restored creation and smiled. He had really done well this time. He had completely restored the doll that Sebastian and Ciel had brought just two months before. Undertaker went out of the room where his little doll was and retrieved a box of clothes from the corner. Inside was a large array of butler suits in various colors and styles.
"Now, my little lamb, what best suits you?" Undertaker asked himself as he chuckled lightly.
He dug through the box and pulled out a dark blue suit. He compared the color to that of his little doll's peaceful face. Undertaker shook his head and went for another suit. This one was green and looked almost like an exact replica of Sebastian's. Again, Undertaker compared.
"A little better but not quite there yet," he muttered.
He tried every suit in the box until he finally found the perfect color. Black. A plain black butler suit was just perfect. Undertaker, to spruce it up a little bit, put a flower in the brest pocket to match his little puppet's hair. With a small chuckle, he began to dress his puppet, making sure that everything was in perfect order for his butler awakening.
"This should do nicely. Now, I need to repaint him," Undertaker said.
He reached for his paint brush and immediately went to work to repaint the tattoo underneath his little lambs eyes. After that was done he went to repaint the make-up around his lambs eyes. When that was over, Undertaker pulled back and looked over his newest work. He was quite impressed with himself. Never had he worked so hard on one project before.
"Now, for a soul," Undertaker muttered.
He knew the right person to go for to get it too.
*
"Good evening, William," Undertaker said as he approached William's desk.
William looked up from his paper work and saw who it was that had walked into the room. On the outside he was calm and composed but on the inside his heart had nearly skipped a beat when it sped up.
"Undertaker," he said.
Undertaker walked over and sat himself on the desk, of course being careful not to get in the way of William's work.
"What are you doing here?" William asked, turning his eyes back to his paper.
"I'll be blunt and honest with you William. I need a soul. But, not just any soul. I need the soul of this man," Undertaker explained.
He reached into his sash and pulled out a photo he had taken. William took the photo and examined it.
"Drocell Keinz. I'm afraid that he died five years ago. I'm not sure if we can retrieve his soul now. It's most likely been renewed for someone else's use. You know humans. They can't stop populating," William stated, handing the picture back to Undertaker.
Undertaker frowned and put the photo back into his sash. Then, he smiled.
"Do you have access to the soul bank?" He asked.
"Yes, why?" William asked.
Undertaker reached over and pulled on William's tie, drawing their faces really close together. William's usual emotionless face was replaced with a look of shock. Undertaker smiled wider as a small blush spread across William's cheeks.
"Do you think you could get me in there? Since I'm retired, I don't have access to it anymore. You won't go unpaid I assure you," he said, a small chuckle coming from his mouth.
William gulped down the lump in his throat and just nodded. Undertaker let go of William's tie and removed his top hat.
"Do you want to claim your pay now?" He asked.
*
Undertaker whistled as he walked into his morgue, holding a glowing blue bottle in his hand. The bottle was small and was labeled with a name. Drocell Keinz. They did have Drocell's soul in the soul bank but it had been renewed already. Drocell wouldn't have any of him memories and he'd have the mind of a child but he could be taught with relative ease.
"I'm home~!" Undertaker called as he closed the door.
Silence welcomed him. Sweet silence that would be silence no more once Drocell was alive and well again. Undertaker walked to the room where he kept his little lamb. Right now, Drocell was lying under a white sheet so that he wouldn't get dust on him. Undertaker walked over and carefully pealed back the sheet to reveal Drocell's peaceful face.
"Here we go, my little lamb. I hope you're ready," Undertaker said.
He removed the cap to the small bottle. Blue smoke spilled out and immediately spotted the lifeless body in front of it. The smoke shot towards Drocell's mouth and nose, going right in. Drocell's body created and arch and his nails dug into the wood below him. Color returned to his eyes. A bright violet that would rival the most beautifully cut and polished amethyst. A gasp. Then Drocell went limp, eyes slipping closed. Undertaker reached over and lightly ran one of his long fingernails down Drocell's cheek. He was warming with life now.
"Rest now, my little lamb. Soon, you're life will hold meaning with a new master to serve," Undertaker said.
He picked Drocell up and walked over to a coffin, setting him in there instead. It was much more comfortable than a flat wooden table. Undertaker pulled back and stared down at Drocell's peaceful face. He had the color of life now and was lightly breathing. Undertaker smiled. He knew it was going to be Hell to train Drocell from the start but it would all be worth it.
*
There we go. So, chapter 2, Drocell comes to life. Okay, I'll tell you now, I don't know shit about William's place of work or how the whole Shinigami thing works, I just started chapter 36 of the manga and I've only watched ten episodes of the anime so please bear with me. If I need to fix anything please just tell me.
Also I based William's actions on what my friend told me about William and Undertaker. She told me that Undertaker was a retired shinigami and that William respected him greatly although Undertaker found him rather annoying. Tell me it that's wrong or not.
Next chapter is bits and parts of Drocell's training.
Signed,
Killer-fever