Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and it's characters do not belong to me. Only Amelia and Daniel (Another OC later on) belongs to me.

"Amelia, have you finished your reflection letter and report?"

"Not yet, almost done; give me a few more minutes please."

"Hm. Fine; ten more minutes." With that, he left the room. I sighed and stared out the window.

'That's more than enough time.' I thought.

Let me introduce myself while I'm finishing up. My name is Amelia T. Spears. I'm a Shinigami that is ranked higher than Grell but lower than William and the Undertaker.

William is my brother, but you could have guess that already. But, he doesn't act like a big brother, in my point of view. He's like… a boss and I'm just an employee, which was kinda true.

Undertaker is my best friend. He's a retired Shinigami but was a very well-known one. He had judge the souls of Marie Antoinette and Robin Hood! But now, he's a funeral director who loves to scare people. Also, William respects him so much. Sometimes, I believe more than me….

Grell is… Grell. He acts like he's a woman but don't let him fool you, he's completely male. I don't mind though. He's almost my friend. ALMOST is the keyword. If only he stop butting into my business than I'll count him as my friend.

Some of you might be wondering "How can an underclass like me be best friends with the legendary Shinigami?' Am I right? No? That's too bad; I'll tell you how anyways.

Well, it all started when I was a human. I was kidnap, torture, torture some more, and soon, killed.

Undertaker was still a Shinigami back then so he got the order to go and judge my soul. When he arrived, I was on the brink of death.

-Flashback-

"Are you here to end my life?" I asked the man with grayish-silver hair and holding a silver scythe with a skull connecting the blade to the handle and is wrap in silver wires. He just chuckled.

"I might. But there's a chance for you to live again but it's a small chance." He raises his scythe. I close my eyes.

"Oh, I won't hurt a lady like you." I just nodded my head painfully and open my eyes.

"Go on with your job." He swung his scythe but I didn't feel anything.

Suddenly, rolls of films came pouring out of my body. It was like my life flashing through my eyes. So now I know that the saying is true.

I saw a picture of my family together. Then, I saw the moment my brother, William, was kidnap and taken away from us. I turn my head away and started to cry silently. It took a couple more minutes before the man in black spoke.

"My my, what an interesting past you have."

"Interesting? It was terrible! God lost hope in our family."

"Really now?"

"Yes. He didn't protect us when we needed him the most."

"How about you?"

"Huh?"

"You're a special person. You're, how do I say this, beneficial to the world."

"So that means…"

"Yes. You can become like me. A Shinigami."

I thought for a moment. It wouldn't be that bad to be one. I can be a god, a death god. I know it won't be easy.

"I accept." I whispered.

"Are you sure? It won't be an easy job."

"I know. I want people to suffer like the way I did. The way god made me go through. I want to see them go through hell too."

"Well well. That's the answer I wanted to hear." In a swish, he got a blanket and wrapped it around me. Then, he picks me up.

"Am I supposed to feel sleepy Mr…?"

"Call me Undertaker. And, mostly, yes." He started moving in a fast speed. "When you wake up, you'll be in your new home, with a new family." I nodded and close my eyes, drifting off to sleep, heartbeat fading away… .

-End of Flashback-

After that, I woke up, took the tour that Undertaker offer, got my death scythe, AND THEN met William. Let's just say, it wasn't a happy reunion…

I look over the papers one last time before getting up and walk towards the door. Once I'm out, I turn around, and saw William leaning against the wall, eyes close.

"Finish?"

"Yes sir." I handed him the paper after he pushed himself off the wall and opened his eyes. He pushed up his glasses.

"You have another mission ready." He handed me a book and left.

"That's him alright." I mumbled sadly. When we were still human, he was happier. Not happy like Grell when he sees a cute guy (or that demon), but happier that he's smiling around our family.

"What happen to you, brother?" I left after that being said.

A/N: I hope this was good! I tried my best on this. This is just something I wrote from school and it'll be a short story (but like anyone cares). I hope no one is OOC! Please review so I can see how I did!