Anime x Reader One Shots

The Undertaker ((Black Butler))

      "Hey mister!"  You called out.  You knew the man, but you chose to call him by this name.  You were only eight years old, and this boy had seen you in your mother's shop quite often.  You knew that all he wanted was the recipe to her biscuits, and she had often denied him this.  He still came daily.

      "You know my name, little one.  Why don't you use it?"  Giggling, you showed him a picture you had drawn.  It was of him, with his unmistakable white hair, apple green eyes, and glasses, greatly exaggerated.  Above him was what you called him.  You spelled put 'MISTR" not yet knowing an 'E' should be in there somewhere.  "Heh, heh.  That's really good.  Now why would you draw me?" 

      His eyes turned kind whenever he entered the shop and saw you sitting on the stool next to the lock-box.  Your mother usually sat there looking bored.  As soon as he walked in, your mom went to get his regular order, and  you showed him the art you created of the strange man you called your friend.

      "Because!"  You said stubbornly.  You crossed your arms, eyes closed, stupidly standing on the stool which only had three legs.

      "Here you ar- [y/n]!" She exclaimed.  "How many times have I told you not to stand up there?"  She semi-scolded you.  "I'm sorry_"

      "It's fine."  the tall teen said, paying, then taking his leave.

- - - - - - -

      Seven years later, an earl who had heard rumors of a beautiful girl, stopped by the shop you helped run.  Long story short, he pretty much blackmailed you into marrying him, and you were miserable.  The man was short and old compared to your fifteen year old self.  Some time over the years, your mister had stopped coming by, and you learned to not fall into habits.

      This proved useful four years later when your husband died.  You knew he was into some underground stuff, and expected it, even if he still begged you every night to sleep at least in the same room as him.

      You never did.

      Anyways, the place he requested to be sent to looked shady, the name simply, "The Undertaker".  Taking a deep breath, you walked inside to talk things through with the funeral director.  "Hello?"  You spoke into silence, the main from seemingly empty.

      "Nice to see you.  My name is the Undertaker.  Is there anything I can help you with?"  You turned around to see a man ((who looked rather familiar)) stepping out of a coffin you assumed to be a decoration.

      "Yes, I'm [y/n] Smith.  My husband was sent here not long ago, a few days at most."  The Undertaker's revealed mouth shaped from a sideways crescent moon into a full one.

      "[y/n]?"  He asked, puling aside his long bangs.

      Gasping, your eyes widened.  "Mister?"  The man from your childhood was once again in front of you.  You dropped your bad and rushed for a hug, just as you had when he last saw you.  He gladly accepted you into his arms as you started to cry.  "Mister, why did you leave?"  You asked between sobs.

      "I am sorry, my darling."  The changed man said.  Being up against him, you could see beneath his long silver bangs.  His toxic orbs were sincere.