[A/N: Thanks for dropping by to check out my story. This is my first fanfic so I am trying to make it as good as I can, but please forgive any errors. I cant wait to get reviews and see what you guys think. I will try to keep the chapters rolling out, but I make no promises at keeping a schedule. Thanks again for reading! ~DMLR]

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuro, just the OC's, and If my representation of any character isn't how you think they ought to be, bite me, that's what they're like here.

Ch 1
I felt the cold cobblestone under me as I tried to sleep. A week now I had been in London, but the problem was, it wasn't the London I was expecting. I had planned to enjoy the sights of London before returning to my studies in college. But my dream vacation turned into a nightmare when I woke up from my nap on the plane. My ears were still ringing from the announcement of our descent, but when I opened my eyes I was not on the plane.

A week ago I found myself on the side of a dirt road in a plain cloth dress, wondering where the hell I was. Figuring it was a dream, I just followed the road into town. I had made it to London after all, but in the wrong century. This was an okay dream, not generally the era I dream about, but still a fine time. To be sure of the year I looked at a discarded paper on the street, Sure enough there it was, 1889.

I was a fool to think this was a dream. It was all real. It even smelled real, and I never smell in my dreams. Reality crashed down soon enough. I was jumped by some urchin boys who took what valuables I apparently had and ran. I was forced to beg for food and work. Some took pity on me, but without proper clothes and education on how to do anything I was always tossed onto that same, unforgiving cobblestone.

It had been two days since I finished the last of the food anyone would give me. Determined not to sink to prostitution, I lay there trying to sleep away the cold pain that was seeping into me.

Shivering was all I could do when my eyes shut and my body went numb. Suddenly through the ice I felt a warmth encompass me. I smiled, despite myself, that death would be pleasant. I then let myself drift off into comfortable silence and warmth, never expecting to open my eyes again from that peaceful slumber.

I woke up in a bed. The smell of food wafted in from somewhere nearby. Taking in my surroundings, I thought that it wasn't quite the Heaven I had imagined. The heavy drapes kept out the light except for a small crack where it was open, because of this I could tell it was daytime. But amid the dim room was quite the macabre setup. This was less like Heaven, and more like what I'd expect a mortician's room to look like. I didn't mind it so much, being a dark person myself. But still, the expectation was a little more on the lighter side of death.

I figured I might as well look around a little more, maybe see where that wonderful smell was coming from. However, I didn't need to look at all. As soon as I got to the door of my room, I heard footsteps coming my way. Panicking, I managed to scramble back into bed when the door opened, revealing a figure cloaked in black from head to toe with long silver hair. He was carrying a big tray of food in his hands and an even bigger grin on his face. "I just knew the smell of my cooking would wake you up!" He giggled under his breath.

I saw, but I couldn't believe. I blinked and rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't imagining him there. "Is something wrong, miss?" Still believing myself dead, I thought to myself that I had died and gone to Manga Heaven. Undertaker was serving me breakfast. And I hadn't responded to any of his questions! SHIT!

"I-I'm fine." I managed to sputter the words out as he brought the tray over and presented me with his food.

"This morning we have eggs and toast. I also made some honeyed tea." He smirked at me through his bangs, waiting for my assessment. I had never been overly fond of tea, but if Undertaker made it, I was definitely going to drink it. Surveying the spread before me I saw the tea in its questionable container.

Holding up the beaker, I looked at him with a smile, "Do you always serve dead people with such hospitality, or is this your way of giving me bad news?" He chuckled, looking puzzled, but watched as I wolfed down the surprisingly delicious food.

"My dear, you are not dead." I nearly spit the tea on him. "What made you think you were?" I could tell by the lean of his head that he must have raised his eyebrows.

"Well... when I went unconscious I felt a warmth wrap around me. Now that you say I'm not dead it was probably just your cloak, assuming that you were the one who brought me here." he nodded. He knew that I wasn't telling him everything.

"Surely this doesn't look like Heaven, my dear." He glanced around what made up the bedroom. It fit him rather well, I thought. "And I no angel." At that I began to laugh; I couldn't help it. Soon, the laughter spread and we enjoyed the moment together. This really was a dream come true!

"Well, to tell you the truth, Undertaker, you had better sit down." He smiled in surprise as I used his name. "I have a story that will blow you away."