Epilogue of Doll's Death

CHAPTER TWO

Undertaker smiled. "Wonderful! You can start working when you're better. But for now, I want you to just rest and heal." He looks over at Drossel. "You on the other hand, have a new job. You need to look after her and attend to her needs unless I require assistance. Can you handle that?"

Drossel looked over to Doll briefly, looks back to Undertaker, and nodded. Maybe I'll be able to learn more about her... he thought silently.

"Splendid!" Undertaker chirped. "Well, you two have fun now; I'm going to wait at the entrance in case anyone stops in. Ta~taaa!" He chuckles once more before making his departure, shutting the door behind him.

The room fell into silence for a moment, the inactivity breaking when Doll sat up and reached for her tea. Drossel asked, "Would you like help with that?" Doll nodded in response; Drossel pours some tea into a cup and hands it her.

"Thanks." Doll put the cup to her lips and took a small sip of the warm, sweet liquid. Drossel gave a small nod and bowed slightly.

Once she had finished her tea, the girl yawned and handed the cup to Drossel. He put the delicate porcelain cup on her nightstand. The brunette rubbed her eye wearily before laying down and pulling the sheets onto her. Drossel stood up and began to leave when Doll called out to him.

"Ey Drossel..."

He turned around to face her, tilting his head to the side. "Yes, Doll?" He questioned.

"Will ya stay 'ere wiv me t'night?" She asked groggily.

Drossel smiled slightly. "Of course, my fair lady. " He himself was growing rather tired, if be were to be honest.

Doll had noticed that he had to keep jerking his head up in order to remain awake, so she moved over on the bed.

Clearing her throat to get his attention, the ginger male looked over at her with half-lidded eyes. She patted the space next to her. "Come sleep. Ye look awful tired. I dun't like sleeping on m' own anyways."

Drossel shook his weary head, responding with, "I do not think it is appropriate for me to be sleeping with someone I just became acquainted with..." His actions said otherwise, for after a moment's hesitation, the male had lumbered across the room and was now standing before he girl.

He awkwardly laid his body on the empty space on the end of the bed in a manner so that he was parallel to Doll, leaving a small gap between them.

Doll gave a weak smile before closing her eyes and softly murmuring, "G'night...Drossel."

The ginger monotonously stated, "Good night, Doll..." before closing his pale eyelids, drifting off to sleep.

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The next morning, Drossel was the first to wake up. At first, the male was rather confused as to why he was laying in bed with a blanket covering him and an arm draped over his shoulder. But after a moment, he recalled the events of the previous night and figured that Doll must have thought he was cold, hence the blanket. As for why she had laid her arm over him, he could only guess that she had felt...lonely?

He was still not quite sure why she was touching him, but he shrugged it off as just another human activity.

The ginger's train of thought was interrupted when he felt something stir behind him, recognizing it as Doll awakening. He turned his head to look at the girl, who yawned and stretched. Drossel sat upright in the bed and tilted his head to both sides, producing a cracking sound. Doll rubbed her eyes wearily, sitting up slightly. She winced due to the fact that she had still not quite recovered. This caught Drossel's attention, who whipped around instinctively, putting his arms out to support her.

At that moment, Undertaker entered the room, smiling when he saw the two. "Enjoyed yourselves last night, did you~?" The silver-haired shiningami giggled a bit more at his own remark while Doll blushed.

Drossel put his arms down to his side, trying to explain it without stammering too much, failing miserably. "N-no! Nothing like...th - that! Sh-she...um...well..." The embarrassed male gave up trying, covering his face with his hands.

This caused Undertaker to burst out into laughter, setting Doll's breakfast down on her nightstand. He looked over to Doll and asked, "How are you feeling, my dear~?"

Doll gave a small shrug, looking up at the reaper. "Awright, I guess. Better than yesterday."

"That's what I like to hear!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together in ecstacy. "How would you like to try standing today?" The reaper offered, smiling.

Doll's eye widened a bit at his words, clearly shocked. "D-do ya think I'm ready fer tha' yet?"

Undertaker's lips curled into a sly smile. "You've healed more than you believe. I think that tea did ya some good."

Doll's jaw dropped, appalled at the thought of what may have been in her tea last night that made her get better, casting a wary glance at the tray of food on her nightstand.

The shiningami let out another small giggle, telling her not to worry. "It's just for medicinal purposes. It's not like you've got asthma er anything. If that were the case, you would've been given some of my 'special herb'." With this, he winked at her under his fringe.

Doll suddenly wondered if it was the best idea to stay with this...unique individual. Shaking off the chills that crept up her back, she cautiously ventured, "Does my breakfast 'ave anythin' of that...sort in it?"

Undertaker grinned in reply, waving a lean finger at her. "I'll never tell~"

Great... Doll thought, eyebrows furrowing. I may be getting drugged wivout me even knowing... She let out a somewhat discomforted sigh and reluctantly reached for her tray.

Undertaker gestured his head towards Drossel, at which the ginger nodded and complied, obtaining the tray and resting it on the girl's lap.

"Thank ye." She muttered, taking a spoonful of oatmeal into her mouth.

Undertaker repeated, "So, are ya gonna stand today or not?"

Still chewing her food, Doll gave a brisk nod. It can't be that bad, after all. If this guy thinks I'm ready, then I guess it's worth a shot.

Undertaker smirked. "Excellent. Once you finish your breakfast, meet me in the main part of my shop so I may help you stand."

Doll's jaw fell agape, eyebrow raising quizzically. "But if I need yer 'elp standin', then 'ow do ya expect me to be able ta meet ye in another room?!!?"

"I guess you'll have to figure that one out on your own." And with that, Undertaker made his departure.