Recollections of a Distant Past (Kuroshitsuji FanFiction)

Chapter 1

Hey everyone! So this is my Kuroshitsuji Fanfiction! I know I said it was going to be a SebastianxOC story but I kind of changed my mind and made it an UndertakerxOC story because I love the Undertaker. There's a picture of Lucia on the side! I don't own Kuroshitsuji, please don't sue me! Remember to vote and comment it would make my day! Enjoy! XOXO -Lanie

I wondered the empty streets staring blankly at nothing at all. The moon was out, casting shadows down across the cobblestone street, the wind howled, my fiery red hair blowing out behind me. Where was I? Why was I here? Who am I? Blood covered my clothes and my body, pain was the only feeling I had. I felt nothing else.

“Need not fear little kitten, I shall protect you.” A voice called out of the darkness followed by a hysterical laugh.

I stopped walking and looked around, “Who’s there?” I called out.

A man walked out of the shadows, he was clothes completely in black making his otherworldly silver hair stand out even more in the black backdrop of the night.

“They call me the bringer of death…” And then everything went black.

~~~ Undertaker’s P.O.V~~~

Her eyes fluttered closed and she went to fall to the ground, however I caught her in my arms. She felt so fragile, she looked so broken. What happened to her? I brushed a strand of red hair out of her face and picked her up, holding her close to me.

“It’ll be okay love.” I whispered as I took her back to my shop.

As I sat her down on the coffin table, I thought back to when I was watching her roam through the streets. She was like a robot. Not a hint of emotion passed her face.

I cleaned up the blood and bandaged her wounds. She looked peaceful, I scooped her up and took her to my room and laid her down.

“Good night kitten.”

~~~

I awoke with a start, everything was disoriented, and nothing looked familiar. My body was sore, but I had no idea why. I looked down and saw that I was covered in bandages. What happened to me? I couldn’t remember a thing. I jumped out of the bed, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I crept into the hallway walking along the wall’s shadows, willing myself to be invisible. I turned a corner and saw a man sitting at a counter, his silver hair cascading down his back. And though I couldn’t remember the night before I knew this was the man that had brought me here.

I walked up behind him, holding my breath. As I was about to pounce on him, he turned around and caught me by my waist.

“Now, now little kitten. No need for violence.” He said with a chuckle. I immediately began to fight against him.

“Unhand me!” I yelled at him, he only laughed more at me.

“So you do have a voice?” He asked in mock shock, only proving to enrage me more. After I realized that it was no use I calmed down staring up at him.

“Are you done throwing a tantrum now?” He asked gently letting go of me.

“Yes…” I said with a sigh, I looked  up at his face and even though I couldn't see his eyes I saw a dark jagged scar that ran across his face, you would think it would have made him look scary, but it was actually a beautiful scar.

“Now sit and I will get us some tea and then we can try to find out more about one another.” He said smiling his creepy grin.

I sat down at a table, which was a coffin, and the seats looked to be made out of coffins as well. What was with this guy? Not that I had room to talk, I didn’t even know who I was to begin with

The man walked back in with a tray, he set it down as he sat down in front of me.

“Now tell me Kitten, where are you from?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean exactly what I say. I don’t know where I’m from, I don’t know who I am! It feels as if I’ve been walking around in a daze with no recollection of anything! That was until I met you last night. That was the first time I’ve ever felt anything close to human!”  I was shocked with my sudden outburst and I clamped my hand over my mouth.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to outburst like that.” I said looking down.

“It’s okay Kitten. So you don’t even know your name?” He asked. I shook my head

“I’m sorry.” He said and he sounded actually sincere and apologetic.

“It’s okay.” I said with a small smile.

“I’ll just call you Kitten. It suits you.” He said as he leaned over and ruffled my hair.

“Hey, don’t do that!” I growled playfully, he only laughed.

“So tell me more about you? What’s your name?” I asked taking a sip of the tea he had brought out.

“People call me the Undertaker. And as I’m sure you can assume by looking around I’m a mortician.” I looked around his shop, hardly any light got in, but it didn’t feel dark, it felt cozy. Jars lined the shelves containing different substances and organs, coffin’s laid against the walls, and skull decorations were scattered about.

“Hm. So I see.”

There was a moment of silence but suddenly the door opened and a young boy, dressed royally and a butler came walking in. Also with them was a woman dressed completely in red and her butler who every five minutes threatened to end his own life. There was also a china man and a very attractive Chinese lady with them.

“Ah. Sir Phantomhive. How lovely it is to see you! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The Undertaker said with a chuckle.

I stood up and excused myself, but kept close enough to where I could still hear the conversation, “What is it you need?” The Undertaker asked.

“Have you been hearing of Jack the Ripper? The man who has been mutilating women here recently?” The young boy asked, he looked like he couldn’t be older than 13, but he spoke with such authority.

“Ah, yes. The poor dears. Their bodies mutilated to the point where they are hardly even recognizable. The female organs have also been taken out, rather unprofessionally I might add.” He said with a tsk.

“May I inquire as to who that young woman was? The one who was sitting with you at the table?” A deeper, more suave voice asked, who I assumed belonged to the butler.

“Oh, I found her wandering the streets last night like a ghost. She has no idea who she is. Poor doll.” I blushed at his pet nicknames for me.

“She seemed different. Something was… off about her.” The butler said.

“Sebastian. Quit talking, let’s go.”  The young boy said.

“Yes my lord.” Sebastian said.

“Remember Undertaker, keep a look out!” The boy called behind him before walking out of the door.

Once they had left I walked back into the room where the Undertaker was, “Who were those people?” I asked curiously.

“That was Master Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian Michales. What an odd pair.”

“Indeed. The butler seemed weird, there was something different about him.” I couldn’t quite place my kind on it, but it was almost as if he was familiar to me.

Suddenly my vision flashed, and I staggered over, searching for something to grip onto, I knocked over jars and other objects as I went falling to the floor. But before I could hit the ground I felt arms wrap around me and support me, but the pain was steadily rising.

“Kitten are you okay?” I could faintly hear the Undertaker’s voice, but I couldn’t see him.

I let out an agonized whimper as more pain shot through me like fire.

“Hold on! Don’t worry, it’ll be okay!” The Undertaker’s voice was growing distant, and total darkness encased me, leaving me cold and alone once more.