Chapter 20 Home

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler).

Shadowen the Demon-Shinigami: Yeah, we already talked about this… thank you, I guess, Katy.

Mad-Hatter-ison: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Wanted to add a bit of drama… You'll get a happy ending in this chapter, though.

Artemis Phantomhive: I'm sorry for messing with your feels too. There will be a happy ending in this chapter. Will will have some drama of his own in the sequel.

Guest: Heh, love your terms for Undertaker. 'Old coot'. Hope you like this final chapter.

ShitanePaiko: I'm sorry for messing with your feels… Trust me; there will be a happy ending.

Shadowclanwarrior: Yeah, I felt sorry while writing it. Yes, I'm a fan of Warriors… not as much as I use to be, and I did write one story, but it seriously needs to be edited, as it was the first story that I ever posted on here. Thank you for not wanting me to write the sequel as soon as possible.

xShadow of a Soulx: Sorry about that depressing chapter… I'm sure you'll love the sequel though.

Thank you guys for all the support and everything, you guys are the most wonderful readers I have ever had. I'm so glad that you all have loved this story and stuck with it… but, with this thanks, I bring…. Less than good news. I don't know when I'll be able to post the first chapter of the sequel. I will definitely try to post the first chapter Sunday or Friday of next week. It's just… I'm not in the best mindset to be writing. But, if I do manage, it will be called, 'Shattered Dreams'. Again, 'Shattered Dreams'. On other news, I'm going to try writing some new things to clear up my mind. And, you will find at the end of this chapter, tributes/praise for two dead friends. They both passed away during the spans of me writing this story, and they were important friends to me on this site. I don't care if you read them, but I kind of hope you do. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter and drop a review.

*A Couple of Months after Chapter 19*

Undertaker was sitting in the chair beside the fire in his shop, staring at the wall blankly. There were no candles burning in the shop, just the fire, which left the room dimly let. There was no sound, not even of Undertaker's breath. He sat still as stone, his expression blank as he felt nothing.

He had stripped himself of his robes, leaving himself dressed only in a white shirt and his black pants and boots. The black leather shone in the fire light, his hair glimmering like his tears that could no longer fall, as he had no tears left to shed. He had been doomed to a life of solitude, never to see another Reaper again, for that was his punishment for his 'experiments.'

This meant that he would never know how Grell was doing, how the redhead had adapted back into life.

He had basically closed his shop, not even wanting to be in contact with humans, the beings that had caused him to bring back the dead. Yet, despite the punishment, he did not hate the humans even more, like he should have.

He had learned his lesson, but even so, his punishment would not be removed.

For months he remained idol, sitting or zoning out while he did anything. He would stare out the windows during the day, his mind blank, or his eyes and mind clouded by grief. It wasn't that he was unfamiliar with loneliness, it was the fact that he hadn't ever expected to be forever cursed with it, to never have another immortal being with him.

Looking half dead, he sat perfectly still, his lifeless eyes glued to the wall, the once bright green-gold eyes hidden still by his bangs. His hair still perfectly strait offered the only life in the scene. The silver glimmering in the weak, dim firelight.

There was a soft thump, but Undertaker didn't react, his face still blank, his eyes not leaving the wall. It wasn't until he felt something on his shoulder that he reacted. With a slightly gasp he jerked and looked to his shoulder, his eyes lighting up in surprise as he saw a hand.

His eyes trailed up the arm attached to the face, and he broke out into a grin as he was met with the sight of a familiar face framed by red hair.

"Grell…."

The redhead giggled and embraced the older Reaper, squeezing him tight, and Undertaker felt tears come to his eyes. He hugged the redhead back, grateful for his companion's return. Grell pulled back and kissed Undertaker sweetly before settling into his lap, leaning his head against Undertaker's chest, loving the feel of Undertaker's arms around him.

"Will told me to come back…. I decided to… leave active service… I'm back, wrapped up in your punishment…"

"I'm home…"

Alright, I know it's not the best ending, but they're happy… I'm sorry, and I'll start working on the sequel soon, I promise you that! Next…. Something very important to me. Honoring two beloved friends… read this if you want; for it might explain some of the things I do…

Naomi Star, September 13th, 2013

Naomi, I truly wish that I had spoken to you more often, but I know it didn't faze you. You knew how busy I was. I wish I had RPed with you more; you had a truly wonderful OC. The adoptive daughter to Sebastian. You were so much fun, and full of life. I just wish that you could have written those stories you had talked to me about, for I'm sure they would have been wonderful. But the thing that hurts most, is knowing that you said you'd always be there, and now you won't ever be my fanfiction buddy again. I wish you were still here, and I still wonder and think about what I was doing when you were in that auto wreck. I miss you, and I'm sorry. Your life was cut too short at fourteen…

Psychedelic Hurricane, aka Jenna, October 5th, 2013

I know I believed you'd be coming back… I never thought for a second that you wouldn't ever come back, Jenna…. You seemed so certain that you'd beat your anorexia… I was so certain… You had so many fans, and I feel so guilty because I never talked to you enough. I started answering my reviews because when you first disappeared, I thought you were dead… And now, you're really gone, when I had just found you again… I remember all your stories, and you were going to start watching Black Butler so you could read this story… I wish you could, I really do… Behind Amber Eyes, Salacity, and Poisoned Apples… I will re-read all those stories you had re-posted… You were only eighteen…. I miss you, Jenna… I really do…

I love you all, and please drop a review…

May you both rest in peace, Naomi and Jenna… my beloved friends…