Hospitality for the Broken

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After being kicked out for unknown or "classified" reasons you found yourself wondering around london. The sweet smell of pastries, the little girl selling flowers, the happy couple walking down the street. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't help but be happy. Even if you had no where to go...

A certain shop caught your eye, with a old weathered sign hanging above, your curiosity drove you to enter the odd shop.'Jingle jingle' You hear a little bell as you creak the door open. Inside you saw coffins all over the place and candles spread about to light the dark room, a door way leading to another room of the business had a couple cobwebs in the corners, yet you weren't at all affected by the dark and gloomy atmosphere.

"hmmm seems as if no ones her-" you're interrupted by a slight chuckle coming from inside a coffin with fading paint revealing a strong oak wood underneath.

Lifting the lid you see a man dressed in saggy black and grey clothing, his long silver hair covered his eyes and half of his face, leaving barely visible a scar on his cheek. The top hat he wore was a bit playful and made him remind you of a character in an old children's book, The Mad Hatter, perfect...he was just like the mad hatter.

"Hello Deary! Might you have come for a coffin fitting? They seem to be very popular these days!" Said the Man.

You give a little giggle he seemed like very nice company.

"Oh no! Im just here to look around. May name is _____    ______! It's a pleasure to meet you!" you say politely introducing yourself.

"What an interesting name, Im the Undertaker, ready to under take any task needed!" he laughs at his own little pun.

You also giggled, he was very nice and he certainly could crack a joke or two. You talked with him for awhile, well for about three hours...

~Le Beautiful Time Skip~

"Well Deary shouldn't you be off? It was nice talkin with you, you sure do know how to give true laughter!" he said to you. Then you remembered you had no home, and now that you had only your angel combat powers, you were no longer immortal and needed a place to stay.

"Heh...well I better go find somewhere to stay for the night I guess, it was ni-" his smile widened.

"You dont have a place to stay? I can let you stay here at the shop!" he smiles and points to a coffin with velvet cusions inside.

"No thats ok it wont be necess-" The Door opened and the little bell gave a jingle.

"We need your assistance, Undertaker" said a young voice when I looked over, I recognized him as the queens guard dog, Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

Then a sudden jolt ran through my body as I saw his accompaniment, you knew who he was...'what' he was...

He glared at you with his crimson eyes, knowing exactly who you were. He didnt like your presence, in fact he hated your presence.

~Sebastian's POV~
   "The price for assistance isn't the usual as I have been given true laughter already today, although I would like for in exchange of my information that you take in this young girl for a maid of sorts in your manor!" Said the old reaper.
     It's the masters decision but I could not stand having her around...what is she doing here anyways? And with a grim reaper for that matter?
    "If it gives us the information we need then yes...I'll hire her as my new maid. Sebastian take her to the carriage." The Young Earl ordered me.
   Grudgingly I escorted her to the carriage as we waited for the master.

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