I do not own any of the character of Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) or the places this story takes place. I do not make money off this story in any way. I wrote this purely for entertainment purposes only. If you do not like the characters, Light fluff, drama, sorrow, angst, violence, or Heterosexual coupling do not read this story. I know the undertaker does not have a name like the other so please bare with the name I give him. This story is rated M for Fluffs, and blah… thank you and enjoy. Had to fix a few details cause a friend of mine is writing a story about Grell and I am going to pull part of her story in to mine to link then together. When She finished her story I will put the link to her story in my author notes for people to read hers as well.

The year was 1450 in England. The streets were quiet and the moon high in the sky. One man was out in the street dressed in fine clothes, Black pants, white blouse and a silver silk vest and gold sash. His grey blue eyes looked out as black hair pulled back in to a loose low ponytail at the base of his neck but had a small braid falling in front of his ear. His body draped in a cloak with his arm around a small woman who walked with him.

The woman was a beauty beyond compare and she was his beauty now and forever. She too dressed in fine clothes a gown fit for a queen colored silver and gold to match though her stomach bulged showing the profit of their love. Her hair dark navy, short, and curled up, slightly, barely gracing her shoulders.

They were walking home from a Christmas party and found the night warm with a slight snow making the walk that much more beautiful. The girl cuddled in to the man for extra warm and smiled up to him. The man looked down and smiled back before stopping unable to resist the urge to kiss her lips ever so softly. Her eyes pools of deep blue jewels. She was a woman man desired but could not have.

"My dear Claudia, you have made me the happiest man around. A child to be born soon and you as my wife." The man spoke with words of love to the young woman.

"My undertaker you make me swoon with joy, marrying you was no mistake." The woman wrapped her arms around him. "It is nearly Christmas day, Cole, only an hour away. We should get home, before the spirits come."

"Yes let us go my little love phantom." Cole smiled and pulled her close as they walked again not too far from their home. "And I will have no work tomorrow, just you and me all day."

They got closer to their home and then stopped by a man standing in their way. Cole pushed Claudia gently to the side to walk her around the man before the man side stepped in front of them. Without even thinking, Cole pulled Claudia behind him and looked to the man. The man stepped closer the candle lantern flicked as a gleam of silver came from the man's hand.

"Merry Christmas sir," Cole spoke first trying to be polite. "What do you wish of us? We only wish to pass to go home."

"Give me all the money and jewelry you have right now." The man's voice was rough and cruel sounding.

"Sir I do not carry much tonight only a few coins." Cole pulled out of his coin purse in his pocket handing them over to the man to make him leave.

"Her, her necklace, earrings," the man pointed to Claudia and she quickly complied.

Cole and she lived a comfortable life so the necklace and earrings were not very expensive and she rather gives those then their lives. She handed them to Cole who handed them to the man. He was about to leave when he stopped, glaring at them. He raised a knife he carried and stepped closer to them.

"She has a ring! Give it to me now!" the man spat out. "Or I will attack."

"We gave you everything else, please leave us with that, it was my mother's wedding ring." Cole pulled her behind him more.

"I do not fucking care whose it was. Give it to me now!" the man made a jab forward threatening them."

"No." Cole narrowed his eyes as that ring had passed down through his family from Mother to son for generations for the son to propose marriage.

The man stepped forward to attack but Cole was faster. He pushed the man's arm away and quickly forced Claudia to the side so she would not get hurt. She stumbled and tripped on her dress falling to her hands and knees. The sound of running hooves echoed and she looked up and froze seeing a horse drawn carriage running down the road at her. Cole fought with the man a moment before shoving him to the side getting away from him and ran for Claudia, having heard, then seen the carriage himself. He quickly pushed her again none to gently this time and made her slide across the slippery snow covered road.

Claudia tumbled over slightly rolling over her back as she slid before she stopped just out the way of the Carriage as it passed by with the drive calling for the horses to stop pulling hard. Three loud noises sounded one loud sickening thump and two bangs of the carriage as it bounced up on the side. Claudia got up holding her stomach as she was pushed around rather roughly and was worried for her unborn child. She looked around for Cole only to find him lying on the ground in the horse and Carriage tracks with blood staining the snow around him.

"COLE!" She quickly rushed to him and grabbed him shaking him slightly. "Cole, wake up!"

The man who had attacked them ran off quickly while the driver and people in the carriage rushed out to help. The woman in the carriage quickly covered Cole's body with his cloak and ordered the driver to get help. Claudia was crying for her husband as the woman that came to help tried to calm her down. A second person showed up this one holding sickle walked over and looked down to Cole. Neither woman saw him.

He kneeled down and looked to Cole before giving a gentle caring smile. His hair was long blonde and pulled in to a ponytail. His eyes were a bright green and his face dawned a pair of silver framed glasses. He wore the garb of a knight, armor, but carried the weapon of death himself.

"Cole Moore A.K.A. Undertaker" The man spoke softly as a filmstrip shot from the heart of Cole showing the man his life. "Age 20, so young, Good family, few problems nothing big, you were an undertaker and built coffins. It is shame that you will have to use one of your own so soon. Death caused by trampling of horses and carriage, but death is not for you, I will return in a week's time."

Young Cole had died saving the life of the woman he loved. She gave birth the night he died as the stress forced her in to labor. She birthed a healthy baby boy with dark hair and blue eyes like his mother. The arrangements for a wake, funeral were made by another, and the week finished with him body being lowered in to the ground, in one of his own hand made masterpieces. Claudia left the moment everyone else did, as she could not be alone as his body went in to the ground. The one lowering his body stopped and turned his green eyes to Everyone as they left he dropped in to the hole and pulled the coffin open before leaning down and slapping Cole on the face.

"Wake up my friend it's time to get to work." The man spoke sternly like a boss to an employee as Cole opened his eyes.

"What? Where am I?" Cole looked around dazed and confused as he sat up slowly and looked around. He was in coffin, everything was very blurry, and panic set in. "Did I die? Why can't I see?"

"You did die, but you have a lot of work to do." The man pulled Cole up to stand places a pair of black framed glasses on him. "Everyone just left to go home, including your widowed wife."

"Claudia, I… I must go to her!" Cole stared to climb out of the grave, now that he could see, before the man grabbed and pulled him back down. "What are you doing let me go!"

"You go see her, and I will be forced to kill her before her time." The man sighed, as he was not going to enjoy this day. "You must come with me now. You are no longer human, you are now a shinigami and you have work to do now, Mr. Undertaker"