Little!Reader x Younger!Undertaker ~ Dear You

Author's Note: READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST! :'D


You were sitting at a table, very engrossed in a card game between yourself, the earl Phantomhive, his butler, and the Undertaker. He was eating a bone shaped cookie, as he usually does, holding his cards. After a while of silence, Ciel set down a Flush, smiling, before Sebastian set down a Full House. You grinned and set down a Royal Flush, the best hand. The Undertaker chuckled and set down a Two Pair.

"Ehehehe, Twas a bit of luck! I'll get some drinks, I'll return in a moment," he rose and left to go into your kitchen. You laughed softly and collected the winnings.

"____, why do you always invite the Undertaker?" Ciel asked, propping his face up with the back of his hand. Sebastian began to shuffle the cards, "Yes, I'm also curious about this."

"Well," you smiled, placing your hands on the table and looking at them, "He is very close to me. I love him."

"What?" Ciel put his hand down and widened his visible eye. Sebastian looked very interested as well, the cards flying through his gloved fingers.

"I've known him for longer than you might think," you chuckled, "It's a long story."

"Do tell me," Ciel said, as Sebastian passed out the cards, setting up for the next round.

"Yes, please," Sebastian agreed with his master.

"Me too," the Undertaker returned at this moment, holding a platter with glasses set on it, filled with a rich wine.

"Hmm," you picked up your cards, closing your eyes for a moment, then looking up at the company, "Alright, I suppose I can tell you."


~ON THIS DAY 698 YEARS AGO~


"Hmm," The silver haired reaper scratched his head. You ran to catch up with his long strides, "Hmmmmmmmmm," you replied. The man adjusted his glasses that hid his eyes and stooped over an old mailbox, "There could be something in here ____," he opened the lid.

"Eeeew," you giggled, "It's a dead rat." The man chuckled, "Looks like we have made a new friend!" You laughed and crossed your arms, "No way."

The reaper laughed and closed the mailbox, "It was sort of cute." He took your hand and you two continued down the street.

After a few moments, your tall friend sat down on his knees and picked up an old tape, "Ooh, a video tape. You want to watch a movie ____?"

"Yes," You sat beside him. Both of you stared at the tape for a few moments, before he commented, "This is such a boring movie." You giggled and he began to laugh too, "I liked the book much better!" He tossed the tape away and you both laughed for a while.

"You're silly Adrian," you smiled. He grinned at you, "I guess so." The bushes shifted a bit, and you both looked to the movement.

"What is that?" Adrian's expression changed and he took your hand, "I'm not sure, but it's coming our way. Come on," he led you over to an old car with a broken window. He opened the door and placed you inside, "____, you stay in the car, I'll return."

"Adrian!" You grabbed onto one of his silver braids. He turned to look at you, his glasses shining.

"You aren't going to take them off, are you?"

"I have to, to protect us-"

"But you're going to act weird again!"  You clung to his braid.

"Don't worry, I can control it better now," he cupped your face in his large hand. You looked away, "Mmmm," and let go of the braid.

"I'll only be a minute," he kissed your forehead quickly through the window and ran towards the rustling shrubs. He stood there, slowly and shakingly reaching to his face to touch his glasses.

"Here we go," He pulled the glasses off to reveal beautiful vibrant green eyes. He grinned widely and pulled out a large curvy scythe. His pupils dilated and he began to laugh maniacally. He ran at the bushes and swung his scythe at them, clearing them all aside to reveal a deer, that looked at him with calm, yet confused eyes.

“EHEHEHEHE! YOU ARE THE NEXT TO GO! YOU WILL NO LONGER TERRORISE A THIRY FIVE-YEAR OLD MAN AND A SEVEN-YEAR OLD GIRL!” While laughing and grinning, he swung his scythe at the deer, and it fell dead with a gash in its side. He continued to slash at it, still laughing.

You opened the car door and ran out, “Adrian, stop, it's dead!” He turned to you, still smiling, “Don't bother me now dearie, I'm doing big-people things!” He turned back to slicing the mound of flesh that used to be the deer with his bloody scythe. You picked his glasses, which had been flung onto the ground, and ran at him from behind, jumping onto his back and putting the glasses messily onto his face from behind. He dropped his weapon and fell down. You got out of the way just in time.

“Eheheh,” his laugh died away, and he adjusted his glasses. You knelt beside him, “Adrian, are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” he said quietly.

“It's getting worse Adri, you were laughing and grinning like an insane person!” You leaned to his face a bit.

“Really? Did I look really WILD?” He began to chuckle again, grinning widely. You got up and backed up a bit, “Huh, Adrian? Wh-what are you,” you stared at him, slightly tearing up. He stopped laughing and then shook his head a bit, sitting up, “____? What happened, are you okay?”

“Adrian, you have to promise me never to take them off again.” You looked into his glasses, staring at him and drying your eyes. He sighed and looked away from you, “I promise.” You helped him up and took his hand, “So that thing's a deer?”

“It was,” he said, looking at the bloody mess on the grassy floor.

“If there are deer in the forest, are there other things too?” Adrian squeezed your hand, “I don't know.”

A while later, Adrian had set up a fire and was roasting the deer on a stick, rotisserie-style. You sat there quietly, feeling a bit colder next to the fire than you normally would. He had set up a television with a broken screen, and he hid behind it. You walked over and he threw a piece of bark to you, “Use the remote to turn on the TV.” You giggled and picked up the bark.

“Boop,” you pushed on the bark as if it were a button. He sat up so his face was in the screen, and began to sing,

“Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka ,” “Where are now, what are you doing?”
“Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka .” “Are you in this endless sky?”

He began to imitate the music to the intro of a lovely song, Dear You. Then he clasped his hands, “Previously, on Lost.”

“Mute,” you grinned and pressed the bark again. He continued to look as if he were talking, but no sound came from him. You laughed a bit, feeling your throat scratch, and your laugh turned into a cough. You bent over a bit, coughing into your hand. Adrian's smile disappeared and he leaned towards you through the broken screen, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. It was so warm to you,  you who were feeling even colder than before. His long, black nails scratched your head for a moment, and his face took on a worried expression.

“Mmm I think you'll be okay, y-you just need a good night's sleep.” He unwrapped his gray scarf from around his neck and draped it across your shoulders. It was so big, because he was tall, and this alone served as a wonderful blanket. You curled up on the ground near to the fire and closed your eyes, falling asleep quickly. Before you fell asleep, you felt him lean over you and his lips press to your cheek for a moment before he whispered, “Goodnight.”

When you woke up in the morning, you sat up, your head hurting only the slightest bit. Adrian's scarf was warm, and you curled it over your shoulders and looked to the reaper. He was asleep, with his glasses still on. You got up and stumbled to the deer, cutting off a small chunk of it with a letter opener you had found a while ago. You ate, and then cut off another chunk, placing it on a large leaf you picked from a nearby tree. Your throat scratched more than it did before, and you coughed a bit more into your hand.

This sound woke Adrian. You stopped coughing a millisecond later, “Good morning! I have your breakfast,” you offered him the piece of meat. He touched your face and his face became worried again, and he muttered, “It's gotten worse,” he smiled a bit, “I mean, you just need a bit of chicken soup and medicine.” He picked up his scythe and got up, “I'm sure there was a Pharmacy in that town,” he pointed to a town that was down in a valley towards the rising sun.

“I don't want you walking all that way,” his voice trailed off and he ran towards an old bicycle that had crashed against a tree. It had a basket, and he climbed onto it, “Let's try this.” As soon as he began to pedal, the front wheel fell to the ground and the bike all but collapsed under him.

“Whoa!” he fell to the ground. You ran to him, “Adrian, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sat up, “That's not going to work.” his eyes scanned the area, and he ran into what looked to be an abandoned woodshed some ways into the forest. He returned smiling and pushing a computer chair. You giggled and climbed onto it, and Adrian began the long journey down the mountain.

He traveled and you rode in silence for the longest time, only interrupted by you coughing some of the time. After a long while though, Adrian said, “____, I wrote you a song,

“It's just us against the tide!
World goes under and we're here to ride!
Ride forever to world's end!
Together because you're my best friend!”

You giggled and blushed a bit, “Your songs are awesome.” At this point you two had reached the town, and you hopped off of the rolling chair and ran after your reaper friend, who was inspecting the locked door to a pharmacy.

“It's locked,” he said, looking to the side at you. You shrugged.

The window broke with a crash! as Adrian threw the computer chair through the window. He took your hand and gave you a serious look, “Vandalism is wrong ____.”

“Okay,” you replied. You both looked around the obviously fully looted Pharmacy. Adrian's face fell, and he looked around, “Everything is gone,” he paused, before picking up a cheap pharmacy pair of glasses, “but these cheap pharmacy toys.” He threw them to the floor and sighed exasperatedly. You looked up, and were alarmed to see a man-or a zombie, dragging itself across the floor in the security mirror.

“Adrian,” you whispered, pointing at it. He looked up and ducked down behind a shelf, “This-this is bad,” he whispered. He reached up and nervously adjusted his glasses.

“No,” you whispered, clinging to his arm.

“I have to protect us,” he whispered. He pulled his scythe from behind him.

“No!” you cried a bit loudly. The zombie looked up and ran towards you. Adrian hit him in the head with the point of his scythe. The weapon went into his skull, but the cinematic record that played was completely blank.

“What...?” you looked at him. He cut the film strips.

“There is a disease going around that erases your record, making it blank. You become a zombie.” he pulled his scythe out of the man's skull, “This is bad, we need to go.” He took your hand and led you out, and onto the empty highway.

After you two walked for a while, Adrian smiled down at you, “Hey little lady, how bout a ride on a reaper's back?”

You looked up at him, “Adrian, I can walk. I'm not a kid.” He squeezed your hand, “Love, someday you'll be too big to carry. I'm old as moldy bread, if someone offered to carry me, I'd do it in a heartbeat.” He picked you up. You leaned forward and licked his cheek, then stuck your tongue out.

“Gross,” he chuckled, wiping his cheek, “You're gross.” He lifted you onto his shoulders. You rested your hands on his head, “You're gross Adri.”

“We're both gross darling.” he walked a few steps, the looked up to the overpass, noticing an ambulance sitting there on the edge, “There might be the antidote in there.” He swept his scythe over the area, and black clouds of smoke came and let him use them as foot holds as he climbed up.

“Let's get that antidote now,” he said, opening the door. In there were broken lava lamps, scented candles, and various other relaxing items for the sight, smell and touch.

“Huh?” he closed the door to view a logo that said, “Ambiance, fulfilling your relaxing needs since 1162.”

“Argh! I need the antidote! ____, cover your ears!” You covered your ears and watched your silver reaper friend's mouth moving quickly. He looked angry, and you thought that he might need to use the relaxing things in the “Ambiance.” Adrian began to kick it, still yelling things you couldn't hear.

From under the truck, a pair of arms reached out and grabbed his ankle. Adrian exclaimed and kicked them off, making your hands fall off of your ears. From under it, a feminine looking zombie crawled out and snarled at him. Adrian kicked he-it in the face. From the open door of the “Ambiance” came another female zombie, which was crawling towards you both and snarling. Adrian pushed the door shut. You clung to his hair for dear life, and he pushed the misleading machine off of the overpass.

As soon as it hit the ground, it began to play a small section of smooth jazz, with a garbled voice saying lowly, “Ambiance, get relaxed today,” over and over. Not too far away, massive crowds of zombies were alerted to the sound, and the began to run towards just the two of you.

“What are we going to do?” You asked, hugging his head tightly.

“We're going to run!” Adrian jumped off of the overpass, waving his scythe and a black cloud forming below you both. He landed on his back, becoming entangled in a patch of thorns. He tore from it, leaving behind his bag and part of his scarf. He continued to run, looking behind him to kick a zombie that had gotten quite close.

On and on you ran, into the  city again, until Adrian made the mistake of turning into a dead ended alley. He looked around frantically as the zombie army closed in on you both. Adrian took  you from his head and set you down in a broken down car nearby.

“Is this the end Adri?” You clung to his hands. He shook his head, “Not yet.” He turned to leave, but you held onto his wrist, “Don't leave me here! I can fight!” You petted your arm and looked up at him through his glasses where his eyes were.

“I'm sorry ____,” he shut the door and turned away.

“Adrian!” you yelled, pressing against the window. Adrian reached up slowly to his glasses.

“You have to keep it together Adrian,” he shot a glance at the car, “for her.”

“You promised,” you muttered quietly, even though you knew he had to do this.

He began to sing shakily, removing the glasses.

“Anata wa ima doko de nani wo shite imasu ka,” “Where are now, what are you doing?”

He pulled his death scythe from behind him.

“Kono sora no tsuzuku basho ni imasu ka,” “Are you in this endless sky?”

He started to swing his scythe through the crowd of recordless people, cutting through them as if they were nothing. His singing became more screaming than anything.

“ITSUMO NO YOU NI EGAO DE ITE KUREMASU KA!” “WILL YOU SMILE FOR ME LIKE ALWAYS!?”

The crowd fell, and he cut the film strips that flowed from their wounds.

“IMA WA TADA SORE WO NEGAI,” his voice trailed off, “tsuzukeru.” “RIGHT NOW, IT'S ALL THAT I CONTINUE... to ask for.”

He looked down and placed the glasses onto his face again, adjusting them. He looked up to see a black cloud hovering near a can of soup and a syringe. He ran to them and examined the needle. It said, “Antidote.” He picked them both up, noticing the black cloud move a bit, and something like a face smile. He ran back over to the car and opened the door.

“Adrian!” You embraced him, hugging around his neck tightly.

“_-____, I found the antidote! This'll hurt only for a second.” He took your arm and pressed the needle into it, injecting you with it. You winced a bit, looking away. He then reached for your letter opener and he opened the can of soup with it.

“I'm just glad you're okay,” you hopped out of the car and watched as he warmed the soup by a fire that had started when he took his glasses off.

“You'll feel better in no time,” he handed you the can. You drank from it a bit and smiled, walking over to him on your knees.

“Do you feel better?” he asked. You nodded and curled your arms around his neck.

“Thank you Adrian. I love you.” He wrapped his arms around you completely.

“I love you too. Ehehehe...”


~698 YEARS LATER~


“Hmm,” Ciel said, looking at you from over his cards.

“A very touching story,” Sebastian commented, looking at you as well, before looking at his cards again.

“So what then, how does it end?” the Undertaker leaned forward to the table.

“Well, little ____ felt much better. And she and Adrian lived happily ever after.” You set down your hand, a Flush.

“Lovely,” The Undertaker smiled, leaning back in his chair. He set down a Full House. Ciel and Sebastian set down lower hands, but they smiled, watching the Undertaker chuckle and collect his winnings for the round.