Silver or Black [Undertaker x Reader (ft. Sebastian)]

III.: Getting along

     Few weeks have gone by. Two of the most important occasions though both took place in the first week. You learned that Undertaker was really kind and generous person when he took you on a shopping trip. A quiet plea for some money to buy yourself some new clothes as all your possessions were stolen barely left your lips when he took your hand and pulled you out of shop. Ignoring your protests completely, he took you to all the best shops and bought you everything you seemed to like. Only undergarments you were allowed to choose without his assistance. You returned to shop in the evening with loads of bags with clothes for all of weather. "Thank you – for everything." You whispered; voice filled with gratitude. He put down the last of bags on the floor of your/his room and turned to you. "You're quite welcome my dear." He grinned at you but you were not able to smile back. You felt guilty that he had to spent so much money on you, more than you could ever deserve. "Oh, come on~, smile a bit more. Oh! And don't forget to go to bed early, remember that tomorrow is your first day working with me~!" He said excitedly and did a little dance that made you laugh so hard you closed your eyes and suddenly there was a finger under your chin, making you look up with your [e/c] eyes. You did and nearly squeak as his face was only inches away from yours. You blushed darkly at being in such a close proximity. "Don't worry about it," he said in near whisper making your heart beat so fast, "I must take care of my cute favourite hooman, don't I?" He smiled and put his hand down. "Besides, if you feel that guilty, remember that all I want in return for anything is a first-rate laugh~." He giggled and looked at you expectantly. "Ehm...," you thought for a while, "Oh! What did the femur say to the patella?" Smiling from ear to ear you finished: "I kneed you!" At first nothing happen. Then he started to shake and then bursted out laughing his lungs off. You were happy that you succeeded but there was more to your happiness than just that. His laughter moved something inside you. You weren't sure what it was, but knew you wanted to hear this beautiful sound every day.

     And you were more or less successful. Especially that one time a living 'guest' (you learned that you were supposed to refer as guest to dead bodies only) ran away from the shop. Why? Because Undertaker thought it was a good idea to pop out of coffin and start measuring an old lady so he could make her her own coffin. So yeah, she ran away screaming what a twisted and disgusting monster he is. You came down to look what happened and saw Undertaker lying on one of coffins looking as if he felt down. His silver hair wasflowing all around him and you couldn't see his face at all. That was also whenyou noticed a strange scar on his little finger. You were curious about hisscars but felt it was impolite to ask. It was the first time you saw him like this – not laughing or smiling even. A light bulb appeared above your head. You went to the kitchen and took a tray on which you put some of the bone-shaped cookies he made and arranged them to be in shape of human skeleton. Satisfied with your work you went back to the main room and quietly put the tray on coffin opposite to the one he was lying on. You sneaked behind him and started to tickle him on his sides. He was soon laughing like a maniac and pleading you to stop which you did and took the tray into your hands. "Here," you said giving it to him, "I'm sure you'll feel better after eating few of your delicious cookies." You smiled at him. He took the object from your hands and broke into violent chuckles. "My my, you really are the best my darling~." You blushed at the nickname but he didn't noticed as he was already munching on cookies. "How does a young lady like you know what human skeleton look like if I may ask?" He smiled and waited for your answer.

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Undertaker's POV:

     He was taken aback by your gesture. No one had ever done something so nice for him. Not that he had that many friends or housemates. That's also one of the reasons it hurt him a bit every time someone called him monster or other names. He was glad you didn't hear people around you back on your shopping trip. He was able to hide his feeling then because he had you by his side – happy and smiling. Feeling no hatred, nor disgust towards him. Before sadness could take over him again, he asked the question. "I was supposed to be a doctor." You smiled and he grinned widely. How lucky he was! To get someone who actually knew the human anatomy a bit as a co-worker! He leaned closer and clapped his hands. "That's just marvellous my dear!" He watched as smile left your face. "Yeah, it would be, but I wasn't able to finish my studies." You admitted sadly. "Why?" He asked, frowning which you probably didn't see through his silver bangs. "Well, my parents never agreed with my decision but at least they supported me when it came to money and a place to live. That was until I told them that I'd like to work as a surgeon or at least to do autopsies in hospital. They kicked me out after that and said I wasn't their daughter anymore. It was impossible for me to study and work at the same time so..." You shrugged, holding back tears and turning away so he didn't see. But he did and hated that. You didn't deserve that! He had to make you smile again just like you did to him. "I'm sorry to hear my dear." He said quietly, stroking your [h/l] [h/c] hair. "Howver, sitting in front of you is someone who can teach you from A to Z about human body!" He grinned like a cheshire cat. You smiled shyly, blushing again at his touch. "Thanks again." The smile on your face grew wider and he felt his heart beat faster. It was seldom he made someone smile.

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Your POV:

     He took you to the back into a room you haven't been in before. It was his workplace and on one of the tables laid a dead body of a young man (in his twenties maybe?). You looked at Undertaker doubtfully. "This guest needs to be examined. I'm sure you know what to do~." He seemed to be excited about seeing you do this. You let out a breath and stepped closer. You took gloves, scalpel and looked behind you to see the silver-haired man nodding at you. I can do this. You told yourself. When you still attended the school you saw many autopsies but haven't done one yourself, so this would be your first time. You put the scalpel to his right shoulder and cut through to an imaginary line connecting his nipples and did the same on the other side. You continued from the spot where both cuts joined all the way to his underbelly. These were the first steps, only ones you remembered, so you wanted to turn around and ask what you should do next. However, Undertaker had better idea since he sneaked behind you without you noticing this and put his hands on your shoulders. You jumped slightly in fright and gave him a mean look. "Don't ever do this again." You hissed as you gave him the scalpel. "You did well, now watch and learn~." He grinned. You observed his every move and word, trying to remember it. After the work was done (the poor man died of internal bleeding) both of you took a shower and then discuss the autopsy.

     As was already said, you lived with him a few weeks already. You spent your days cleaning the house, shopping for food and other essential things, occasionally cooking when he was lazy to do that and your favourite part – helping him with the death. You stayed away when he talked with guests (the living ones of course) or when he was preparing death ones though. During that time you also got to know him a bit better and... well... became friends you dared to say. You discovered that he wasn't interested in those queen's coins as he called them (how he was paying for all the things you were buying you had no idea), that he didn't have a family and learned that he was a big fan of licking salt (again, you had no idea as to why but wasn't a bit surprised by it). Sure, Undertaker was a strange, complicated man but you've became quite fond of him. He was so kind to you, caring, funny and you enjoyed talking to him very much. And the way he made your heart race when he was near...