Epilogue of Doll's Death

CHAPTER ONE

"Sebastian." The young boy said.

"Yes, my lord." The demon uttered, turning the young woman's dagger around and slashing her side.

She collapsed onto the ground in a pool of blood while Undertaker looked on from across the scene.

The old shiningami made his way over to the burning building, looking at the mess Ciel had made. While gazing up at the flames, shaking his head as to how Ciel could be so careless, he heard a small whimper. Eyes flicking down to where he thought he heard the noise, the grey-haired male's vision stops upon the brunette, lying lifeless in the blood. Kneeling down, he smiled at the pathetic girl, casting a disapproving glance towards the fire.

"Well now, this won't do, will it? I guess I must bring you back to my shop where I will pretty you up~" Smirking, the reaper scooped the younger up with ease and brought her back to his shop.

Laying her on the table that he commonly uses to prepare and "pretty" up the dead before their funeral, he began to gather the tools necessary to complete said task. Undertaker began "prettying" her up by cleaning her hands. Running a lean, bony finger down her wrist, he felt a small...pulse. Grinning slyly and putting a finger to his chin in contemplation, he wonders aloud, "Could it be~e?"

The shiningami obtained his defibrillator from the very back of his shop, in case any "special emergencies" such as this occurred. He hooked it up to the teen and turned it on, followed by a very loud humming noise.

The girl hooked up to the machine let out an earsplitting shriek, jolting upwards with her short hair standing on end.

Undertaker lets out a joyous laugh, grinning foolishly. "So you didn't die after all~!"

As Undertaker proceeds to chuckle, the brunette doubles over, gripping her stomach and groaning. Her pupil shrank as she noticed that her wound had been bandaged. "M-may I?" She asks the shiningami, pointing to her bandages.

"Of course, dear. But at least let me help you with it." He replies, carefully unwrapping it.

She looks down, appalled at what she saw. "But...but..." she stuttered, looking at the beautiful stitches on her hip.

"I noticed you were injured, so I decided to fix it up for you. Besides, I had nothing more interesting to do." The Undertaker gave a nonchalant shrug leaning back on his desk, looking at his patient. "I hope you like it." He gave the other a soft smile.

"Y-yes, thank you..." The female muttered, still a bit lost on words from her shock.

"I'm glad!" He gave a genuine smile. "You need some time to heal, though, so I will bring you to the room where 'special guests' like you go~ I hope you don't mind sharing a room." Undertaker chuckled a bit more.

Hearing this made the brunette happy; she hated being by herself. Especially in a situation as strange as this...

The grim reaper picked the girl up; she noted that he was rather strong, especially for his age... Instead of fighting him and demanding to be put down, she had only the strength to murmur and rest her head on his warm chest. Undertaker spoke again. "I honestly didn't expect any more living visitors, so I apologize if it isn't the best place to stay~"

He opened the door, revealing another large room with a bed, sparse furniture such as a few chairs and a dresser, a small closet built into the wall, a small table beside the bed, and a young man with ginger hair. Undertaker placed the girl on the bed. "I will be back shortly, you just rest here~" He cooed softly, exiting the room and closing the door behind him.

The ginger looked at the girl with curiosity and sympathy. He remembered how scared and lonely he was when he was first brought here. Deciding it was only polite to introduce himself to her, hopefully also calming her down a bit, he walked over to her and sat gently on the end of her bed.

The girl looked over at him and he smiled warmly. "Hello. My name is Drossel. Drossel Keinz. What is yours?"

The girl smiled back at him. "Doll." She stated simply.

The word made Drossel 's heart stop for a moment. "That name...is fascinating..." He breathed.

"Oh, it's only a stage name. My real name..." She paused for a moment, wondering if it was the best idea to reveal her identity. Her eye teared up as she thinks that it wouldn't matter any more who she told her name to, because everyone was...

She sniffled, glancing to the side. "....is Grace..." she muttered, not bothering to look up from the ground.

Drossel notices her tearing up and puts a finger under her chin. He lightly lifts her head so that her gaze met his and wiped away her tears. "You have a beautiful name; very fitting for a jewel such as yourself."

Doll smiles up at him. "Thanks. Yer name is wonderful, too."

Drossel chuckled slightly. "And I think to myself, why-"

He gets cut off when Undertaker enters the room again with a small tray in hand. He laughs a bit when he sees Drossel.

"We~ell, I see you two are getting along quiiite nicely!" He remarks, setting the tray on Doll's nightstand. Drossel stands up and Undertaker laughs again. "It's alright. You go ahead and sit back down."

Drossel nods and gently sits down, being careful not to squish Doll's feet. Undertaker reaches forward and moves the hair away from Doll's concealed eye. The girl smacks his hand away and pulls the bedsheets over her head, causing Undertaker to giggle a tad more. "Don't be shy now~ We won't hurt you, I just want to check on your scar to make sure you're alright."

Doll peeked out. "Yea, well that scar wun't get any better; I've 'ad it since I was a tot."

Undertaker frowned. "Can I at least look at it?"

Doll sighed. "Fine...," Uncovering her face.

He brushes away her hair and looks at the scar. "I might be able to help you, if you want. I myself have lost an eye, too. See?" He asked, moving his bangs away from his face.

"Eh? But it looks fine..."

Undertaker smiled. "It's not real. I could get you one too, if you'd like. But in exchange, you'd have to stay here until you heal and help me around the shop." He extended his pale hand to her. "What do you say?"

Doll looks at the Undertaker, a million thoughts swirling in her mind. But all of them were concealed by the thought that if she stayed, she might be able to look...normal. She finally takes his hand, shaking it firmly.

"I will stay."