Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Wow! Already six people put this story in their alert/faved box. I am deeply honored, and because of people's interests I think I'll try to continue with the story. Though let me just say that if there's spelling error or punctuation errors than I'm sorry in advance (I'm horrible when it comes to punctuation ^^;). Once again this is just a story I'm writing when I'm bored and want my mind to wander to something else, so I'm not constantly checking for grammar errors every chapter.
Now I hope you guys like the story! I think this'll be a longer story then just a short story… it just sort of depends on how involved I get into this story (and what I come up with while I'm bored in class). I'll be making more OCs so you can understand where our little Sophie is coming from. Respond/comment if you like it or/and if you want to give me any ideas for the story. I have an idea on how the story will go, just not sure on how I'll get there X3
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Sophie smile to herself as she finished sewing up a body and was finally able to dress it again. It has been about two years since Undertaker let her stay at the morgue. For her, it was either here, on the streets, or an orphanage. In her opinion she wouldn't have minded ending up in the orphanage, but it seemed the Undertaker needed all the help he could get; since, at first, he didn't know where anything was placed and how to organize the place.
She giggled, washing her hands and walking into the kitchen. She wondered what was keeping the Undertaker. By now he'd be home. Sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, he would disappear without a trace for hours on end. At first he would come back looking tired and frustrated about something, but recently he would show up with an excessive amount of books, which he wouldn't let Sophie touch even when she was cleaning. She didn't seem to understand why; they seemed like old, dirty books to her, which excited her curiosity even more.
A timer beeped snapping her out of her thoughts. "Ooh they're done!" she giggled. Putting oven mitts on she opened the stove and took out two batches of chocolate chip cookies. Letting the cookies cool on the stovetop, she fiddled around in the cupboards and found what she was looking for, a circular tin container that was the perfect shape to fit her cookies in. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed long boney hands going for a cookie. She quickly swat it away, glaring at a shadowed figure in the corner. "Hey Undertaker that isn't your batch," glaring at the shadow, "this one is," she smirked, pointing to the tray closer to her.
"Oh I'm sorry little maiden ~" chuckled the figure, quickly grabbing a cookie from the tray and placing it in his mouth in one big gulp. "As always a scrumptious batch, little maiden."
Sophie giggled, putting the cookies from the other tray into the tin container. "So what's been keeping you? I'd already sewn up three bodies that you told me you were going to do. Plus it's about time I head out," she frowned looking at her watch, "Geeze I'm going to be late…"
"Sorry to be keeping you. I just found this delicious book and couldn't help but take it," he chuckled.
"I don't see why you constantly go to this… 'library' of yours," she shrugged. "But I can't have you devouring books while I've made dinner for us," she giggled.
"You've made dinner again? I thought it was my turn today ~" he frowned, wandering back over to the stove and finding a pot of beef stew on top.
She smirked, watching as Undertaker took a taste test of her stew. "I figured I would make it today. I hate to be frank, but you seem to be a horrible cook! Are you used to someone cooking for you or something?"
He gasped, clutching his chest in pain. "Oh woe is me to be cursed with such a witty little maiden!" causing Sophie to giggle with glee. "Though to answer your question: yes I haven't cooked a lot in the past, but I was hoping to learn how."
"Wow what a surprise," she sarcastically rolled her eyes, smiling once the Undertaker began laughing his head off. Looking back at her watch she frowned. "Well I hate to laugh and run, but if I don't get going now I'll be late!"
"Well run along then," he smirked, shooing her away with his sleeves, "dinner will be ready when you get home."
"Thanks!" she waved, quickly running out the door and into the streets.
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"Oye look who's finally here!" laughed a young boy about her age. He was sitting a railing that led up it two large double-wide doors.
Sophie smirked, cradling the cookies tightly under her arm. "I was a bit held up at home. Sorry!" she grumbled, walking up the steps.
As soon as she got to the door it was opened for her. She looked over and saw the boy holding the door for her, gesturing her to walk in. "You're just being nice to me because I have goodies, right Haden?"
He laughed, "Of course! If it wasn't for the fact that your food is the best in the world, I wouldn't even bother."
She smirked, walking in to be greeted by a hoard of kids running over to her. "Hello Miss!" they all shouted.
"Hi guys!" she smiled at them.
"W-what did you bring us today?" asked a little girl cuddling her teddy under her arm.
"I was only able to make chocolate chip cookies today," she beamed.
"Now sugar-skull-shaped cookies like last time?" came a quiet voice from the side.
"Oh not today Miss Robin!" Sophie laughed, "I didn't have time to get fancy today."
"Run along children. You'll be getting your cookies after dinner." The children groaned letting out moans of distress, going their separate ways down the narrow hallways. Robin smiled as Sophie handed her the cookies. "You know the children look up to you."
"Oh really?" she chuckled, scratching the back of her head nervously. "Well I'm not the best role model, but thanks!"
Robin looked at Sophie, a soft tone in her voice. "How's living with the new mortician? I wasn't sure in letting you live there, but when he insisted you live with him for your own good I couldn't refuse."
Sophie smiled, "It's been great! I have the most fun cleaning up dead bodies and getting flowers for the funerals. Though…" she sighed, "I have missed coming here. At least I can visit!"
"Well that's good," she smiled. "You've always been a sporadic one, Sophia."
"S-speradic?" she questioned her.
"Oh no!" Robin giggled, "Sporadic. It means random and irregular, but in a good way," she smiled.
Sophie nodded, letting the words sink in, "Sporadic… well ok!" she smiled. "Well I'd better get going. I told Undertaker that I'd be back in time for dinner."
"Thank you for showing up Sophie. Remember, if you need any help then our door is always open," she smiled.
"Ok!" Sophie smiled, pushing the doors open, "and same goes for you! We don't have many people visit… well except for the dead ones," she shrugged. "You guys can come by and show up whenever you want!" she waved to them, before running down the street so she can get home in time for dinner.
"You hear that Haden. You can go and visit her whenever you want."
"Yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes as he walked down the hallway giving a slight wave with his hand.
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Sophie let out a yawn, cuddling closer into Undertaker's arm. After eating a hearty dinner and filling up the rest of her belly with sweets, she was ready to go to bed. "U-undertaker?" she looked up rubbing her eyes.
"Yes?" he asked, setting the book he was reading down next to him.
"Could you read me a bedtime story?" she looked up, trying to look past his bangs and at his eyes.
He looked down into her, her blue/green eyes twinkling up at him. How her eyes could look so innocent but mystifying always held his interest. "Ok little maiden," he smiled sincerely at her, "What would you like me to read?"
"How about that book you're reading?" she smiled.
He frowned, "I told you I can't read these books to you –"
"I know!" She nuzzled into his sleeve," but pleeeeeease. Just this once?"
Undertaker paused, still unsure with her request. He let out a sigh in defeat causing Sophie to smile happily. "Oh all right."
"Yah!" she giggled. He adjusted how he was sitting so she could sit on his lap, and she cuddled up into his chest. "So what's the story?"
Once he took up the book so he could read it he said, "This is the story of Robin Hood, Sophie. I guess I'll have to go back to the beginning though; I was getting to a great part," he chuckled to himself.
"Don't you mean the Tale of Robin Hood?" she asked with a confused look on her face.
"No dear," he smirked, rustling up her hair, "I mean story."
Sophie shrugged, "Well whatever. He's that guy who robbed from the rich and gave to the poor, right?"
He chuckled, "Why yes he is! I believe you're heard his story before?"
"Just a little bit," she shrugged, "in the orphanage Miss Robin read a story about him once. I thought the story seemed highly unlikely that he existed."
"Well after I read you this story I think you'll come to believe he's as real as you and me," Undertaker smiled contently, beginning to read. Sophie smiled back, soon closing her eyes and cuddling closer into his thick trench coat. "Our story begins with a young boy born in the medieval ages of Nottinghamshire, England. He grew up with his father who was a yeoman, which means he held a little piece of land for farming. His father taught him how to be a skilled archer and swordsman and he'd hunt and practice with his friends on the small property they owned," he smiled to himself, putting a hand underneath Sophie's chin and the other held the book.
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A/N: Now I don't know if I'll be submitting the other chapters as fast as I have been, but do continue with your comments! It's nice to get some feedback on the story (it's my fuel to keep writing it actually =3) For a heads up, the next chapter will have Sophie at the age she's now and then there'll be a time skip in chapter 4 (or at least that's what I plan on doing) Also, the Robin Hood stuff I found on wiki. I'm not sure if it's completely accurate, but I tried to make a quick short version of him that could make sense than him just being a robber and be good for a bedtime story. So I'll stop ranting! Tell me if you enjoy it! XD
Haden – English – valley with hay
Robin – Germanic – bright fame