Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own Kuroshitsuji. All rights go to Yana Toboso.

A/N: Just letting you guys know that the italicized parts are Elliot's thoughts.

Chapter 2

You know, I never really understood why humans take their lives or waste the remainder of it doing useless things. If I were human, I'd live it to the fullest . To experience life instead of taking it, now that would be quite a change in this boring old routine.

No, That would be wrong. Being a part of the Dispatch Division is a very honorable occupation that any grim reaper would be lucky to ave. I should definitely be grateful but something inside me feels like … like I need more.

As I stepped towards David's body, I couldn't help but feel envy at the young man. He had what I wanted and just threw it away like it was nothing. The whole place looked like a crime scene, his legs were twisted outward and his blood oozed out from his nose. There was so much blood. I lifted up my death scythe ready to give the final blow but as I stabbed downward into his body, David grabbed my ankle. Well, more like clutched. I suddenly felt this huge burst of energy and I blacked out after that.

I awoke to the sound of soft beeping. I was in a plain, bright, white room with one chair on my right from the bed.

Wait … Bed? Where am I?

I had these strange things attached to my arm that appeared to have needles inside them: they were attached to a bag on a long silver pole. I ripped them off ignoring the pain, and jumped out of bed where just a few seconds ago I was laying in. Although I felt slightly dizzy and weak, I managed to make it to the porcelain sink. I splashed water on my face and saw my hands. My light caramel colored skin was now a milky white. I looked up at the mirror and was surprised to see that the reflection I was looking at wasn't exactly me but David. I pulled on my once light brown hair and my newly gray eyes which had replaced my bright yellow-green ones. My eyes had widened and the beeping noise was much faster now.

What the hell is going on?! What happen-

"Glad to see you're awake Mr. Smith" said a voice behind me.

I quickly turned around and I saw a woman who appeared to be in her mid twenties. Seeing the panic on my face she gave out a small laugh.

The woman Dr. Dalles, she called herself said "No need to be afraid, I'm your doctor. Please stay in bed. We have much to discuss."

I walked towards my bed and laid down. Dr Dalles was quite and interesting character. She had bright crimson red hair with v-shaped bangs, her eye color matched her hair, and she wore bright red lipstick as well. Her smile looked like it could brighten anyone's day. She had decided to bombard me with questions as well. "How do you feel?"

"Like I'm a whole different person."

Literally

"I see. Do you remember what happened?"

Scrunching his eyebrows together in confusion, Elliot responded "Not really"

"Apparently you attempted suicide and you were rushed her to the Royal London Hospital. You got some pretty bad injuries. We did the best we could to help but the pain seemed like it was too much for you to handle so you passed out and stayed like that for a good two weeks." She sighed before she continued, "Usually these cases have fatal results but you miraculously survived."

Taking in all this new information was very overwhelming. I was just doing my job. I was just collecting a troubled soul. That's was it, or … was it fate?

"Mr. Smith? Are you alright?" A concerned look had appeared on her face

"Uh … y-yeah. Sorry." I said sheepishly averting my gaze.

Dr. Dalles gave a small smile "it seems you're recovering quite well. You should be able to go home his afternoon."

Home. Where exactly is home? "Um Dr. Dalles?"

"Yes?"

"I don't exactly remember where I live ..."

She gave out a light chuckle "Don't worry, I set up a carriage to take you home." before she left me to change she said " I feel that you survived for a reason. I too know what it's like to lose everything. I just hope one day you wake up and be glad that you're alive" and with that she was gone.

The ride home was quite bumpy. The carriage pulled up in front of a brown dilapidated townhouse. The street surrounding the home wasn't that great either. I walked up n the three little steps towards the home and reached for the cobwebbed covered door. Locked. Reaching into my pant pockets I search but to no avail. I check my outer coat pockets. Nothing but lint here.

As if an imaginary light bulb went off above my head,

The doormat!

Finally being able to unlock the door, I entered the lonely town home. It was rather quiet and mostly empty. The paint on the walls were chipping off and the once white paint had turned into a brownish yellow color. The floorboards creaked with each step I took. The home resembles something like a haunted house with cobwebs and dust bunnies everywhere. There were stairways by the front door that led to the upstairs bedroom.

His bedroom had a very different atmosphere to it. It appeared that this room was the only room in the house to be well kept. The walls were painted a light Grey with white flowy curtains covering the windows. His bed, more like a cot, was overall plain compared to the neatly cozy room. There was a dark mahogany wardrobe that contained only a handful of clothing and across from the wardrobe was a small writing desk. Nothing was on top of it surprisingly but what really caught my eye was what was in the third drawer on the left. A diary was neatly placed under a pile of crumpled papers. Maybe he was trying to hide it. I set the diary on tip of the desk and looked at it for a long time. Placing my elbows on the desk with my head resting above my folded hands, I looked outside the window towards the broken down street.

This was his personal thoughts and feelings. Who was I to invade his privacy? Then again, my job was to review cinematic records and judge them. I would know every single detail about a persons life just by viewing their cinematic record.

Giving out a rather loud and long sigh, I opened it. "Well David, lets see what you're really like ..."

Author's Note: Alright! Finally chapter two. It's a lot longer than chapter one so I hope It meets your expectations. Did you see what I did there when I revealed who his doctor was, huh? Also, I'd like to use this space to ask you, the readers, if you have any suggestions as to future elements of the plot. I somewhat have the story mapped out but I'm having a hard time filling in the details.

-PikaTru