Grell, William,Ronald, and Undertaker, all belong to Kuroshitsuji

I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. They belong to the wonderful Yono Toboso.

A/N: This is my first Fanfiction ever! I had to re-post this like three times before I got it right! Basically this is Ronald, Grell, and William as children with the Undertaker as their father. I play around with their characters and sort of make an AU story about their past. Still a work in progress. Like I said I don't own any of the Characters. Takes place around the same time Kuroshitsuji does.

Enjoy ; p

Ch.1

Grell the Impaler

William looked down at his two younger brothers. He sighed, he never expected to have a normal life. How normal can your life get with the Undertaker as your father, but it could have been at least a bit less...disturbing.

"Wanna see what daddy thought me this mourning Ron!" Grelle smiled deviously "It's called impaling...it's a way to send someone into long, painful, death." He began to giggle insanely. Ronald laughed along as he observed intently as Grell took a sharpened stick and plunged it up the stomach of a rat he had caught earlier. The Undertaker had put him on rodent duty which meant that Grell was in charge of taking care of the impending rat infestation of the shop. Rats were becoming a growing problem throughout the town, and Grell used some...creative ways to kill the pests. Apparently he was currently working on a scare tactic.

"You have to stick it in juuust right , so you miss all the vital organs." Grell explained continuing on his demonstration. "Why do you have to miss all the vital organs?" asked Ronald fascinated. "Because," Grell answered "We want him die slowly and painfully, remember...by missing all the vital organs, he will slowly bleed to death ." Grell snickered at this. He preceded to dig the stick in the ground, leaving the slowly dieing rodent at the end of the stick like a sign screaming "Warning: rodents enter at their own risk!" That rat let out a horrified screeched of pain as its bodily fluids began to flow down the stick.

"Valid the impaler used this as a way to frighten those who opposed him." Grell explained, flashing his sharp white shark-like teeth. "There's only so many of your own friends and family you can see slowly dieing before you loose your nerve." The rat groaned and screamed as it began to take its last breathes. "Hmmm" Grell observed, "He seems to be dieing faster then usual...perhaps a hit something." Grell frowned as he observed the rat "Perhaps I stuck it in too far." he continued.

Whatever it was Ronald seemed to not care. He applauded excitingly "Let's do it again!" the boy begged his big brother "What other things can we impale! Birds? Fish? Frogs?" then a thought crept into Ronald's mind, realizing there were bigger and better things out there to impale. "Cats! Dogs!" he asked excitingly.

Grell began to contemplate the thought of impaling that annoying little Yorkie next door that always barked and nipped at his heels when he walked by, it certainly would give Grell satisfaction to leave that ugly puff ball of rags on a stick, and the howls would only make it better. A smile grew on Grell's face at the thought.

Will only had to take one look at his younger brothers smiling face to know that enough was enough. He could see it all already; complaints of missing pets, rows and rows of the neighbors sweet little pets shamelessly murdered and left on sticks like some sort of sick animal shishcabobs. Will groaned at the thought, "No," he proclaimed "absolutely not!" He grabbed his two younger brothers by the collar.

"Why not!" Whined Ronald.

"It's not healthy!" exclaimed William "mentally and physically...those rats probably carry disease or something."

"So?" Ronald asked sulkenly

"So, you two better go wash up so you don't die of the bloody plague!" ordered William "Besides, we have school tomorrow, and this new school is a high class place; so we have to look our best!"

Ronald groaned.

"Oh come on Willy" Grell said pulling himself out of his big brothers grip "Let us have a little fun...besides it's educational!"

Will growled annoyingly, first: he hated it when Grell called him Willy, Second: "How is this educational" William practically barked at his younger sibling.

"Well," Grell answered matter-of-factly, "Daddy was teaching me the history of the mad Count Vladimir...I was merely demonstrating to dear Ronald the Count's favorite practice! I'm preparing him for his studies, surly the teachers and the other students will be quit impressed by his extraordinary knowledge in European history!"

"If by impressed you mean creeped out sure, yeah, they'll be super impressed."

Grell ignored Williams comment "and I am taking care of our impending rodent problem like daddy asked! So it like I'm killing two birds with one stone." Grell smiled at the phrase "Or should I say, two rats with ne stick." With killer accuracy Grell grabbed another sharpened stick he had set aside and seamlessly stabbed one, two rats who were trying to make daring escape for the door. This time though, Grell didn't bother impaling them like their friend, the two died in seconds. Grell stuck that stick into the ground next to their fellow rat. Smiling at his success Grell struck his usual death pose, as he called it. Ronald applauded wildly, William rolled his eyes.

"You have to admit Willy," Grell teased "that was...deadly accurate!"

"How many times do I have to tell you," Will gritted his teeth "don't call me Willy! And so what if you can kill a few rats with a stick? That's only three rats out of what? A hundred? A thousand?"

Grell frowned and looked down at his handy work. Rolling his eyes annoyingly, he replied "I left traps and poison and all that other junk all around the house...so sue me if I wanted to have a little fun while insuring the death of a few of these nasty things." a wicked smile returned to Grell's face "Besides, maybe the others will see what I did to these three and get the message."

Will sighed "Grell, rats don't get messages, they don't think or feel...they're just...dumb animals."

Grell huffed at this " We'll see about that." he retorted, stomping towards the back door of their home.

"Where do you think you're going?" Will asked.

"Inside...to get cleaned up... you don't want me getting the plague or some other rat disease do you?"

Will sighed and followed Grell to the back door.

"Well?" exclaimed Grell, raising an eye brow at his older sibling.

"Well what?" ask Will annoyed.

"Well?" continued Grell, "Do you want me to die of plague or some other rat disease?"

Will sighed, of course Grell was playing his classic do you really love me game. "No I do not want you, or Ronald, to die of the plague or some other rat disease.' William answered.

"Oh Will! Do you really mean it!" Grell said, suddenly sounding sentimental.

"Yes," Will sighed. "I really, really, mean it. Now can we go inside now."

"Oh Willy," Grell shouted wrapping his arms around his big brother "I knew you cared!"

"Ow! Get off me Grell." whined William as Grell seemed to making a dastardly attempt to break his back.

"Oh don't ruin this precuse family moment!" Cried Grell hugging his brother harder. Then with a flicker of his green cat-like eyes. "Now Ronnie!" he shouted to the youngest brother "make a run for it!"

Giggling Ronald managed to slip out of his oldest brothers grasp and go running through the back gate and down the street. "Na na na na na naaa na! Will can't catch me! Ha ha ha ha!" Ronald sang and laughed, enjoying picking on his oldest brother. Will couldn't believe he hadn't seen through this trick. It's just Grell moods changed so often and he always had a knack for acting. Finally Will managed to subdue enough strength to pry the middle brother off of him. "Grell!" he began to scold.

Grell flashed an innocent smile. "Oh Willy you know I'm just giving you a hard time. You couldn't honestly believe I'd just let you get your way. Without giving you a run for your money." Grell said pointing in the direction that Ronald had bolted off to. "Well you better go get him Willy...before he gets into any trouble." suddenly Grell's face lit up "Oh dear," Grell sighed with false concern "I sure hope he doesn't show that sweet Elizabeth girl down the road that new trick I just taught him!" Grell smiled at the thought of seeing that little fop's face when Ronald demonstrates how to impale a lovely white dove.

Will's face went pale. He knew that Ronald was always wondering over to Elizabeth's house, showing off all of Grell's sick tricks. It hadn't quite registered in Ronald head yet that not everyone was impressed by the many ways to murder and torture small innocent creatures. Robin was one of those people who didn't really appreciate it too much. The same for Elizabeth's mother who was always threatening to call the police on him and his younger brothers if they showed their faces around their property. They were, after all, rich powerful people and they were just the low-life dirty children of an old cackling mortician. Yet Ronald was so oblivious to this, he considered Elizabeth a friend and wanted to show her all of the cool things his older bubby had taught him! Will ran for the street "Ronald! Ronald! You get back here NOW!"

Grell giggled as he wondered in the house. "Give him a good run Ronnie!" Grell muttered before shutting the door behind him. "He doesn't get enough exercise."