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Can You Fix Me? Chapter 5Tell Me~
Grell Leaned over the extremely large casket looking at the very still figure. His body trembled at the whole situation, William in a coffin, his breathing barely visible. It terrified him. He looked around for the other two Shinigamis but saw only the flicker of the candle that Undertaker had lit. His eyes drifted back to his boss as his mind began to wander.
It had been nearly five hours since they had found Will lying in the alley impaled by his own scythe. He had been bleeding profusely and Grell had tried using his coat to stem the blood flow and keep the rain of him. Ronald was looking him over for any other serious injuries when they both looked up and tensed at the sound of someone laughing like a mad man. A soft laugh with a wild lilt to it.
Undertaker stepped from the shadows smiling as he looked Ronnie in the eyes. Slowly his smile slide sideways off his face as he noticed Will lying in a pool of his own blood. His voice grew serious and it sent chills up Grell's sp
Can You Fix Me? Chapter 2Back to Work~
The door clicked closed behind William as he walked silently from the redheaded reapers room. Grell had broken down and it had taken all of the taller reaper's focus to open a portal for the two of them. He thought back to the ally.
Grell's legs had slipped from beneath him as he began to sob and shake uncontrollably in the rain soaked ally. William's stern demeanor faltered as his hand shot out to grab the sobbing Shinigami. He hurriedly recovered before Grell noticed the concern and he stepped forward kneeling beside the trembling figure, gently saying his name.
"Grell," bright watery two-toned eyes turned to meet William's, slightly shocked at being addressed by his first name, "can you stand? We need to get back to the Library." Grell tried to put his wobbly legs beneath him but they again gave out.
William clicked his tongue as he stood back up and sighed deeply at what he was about to do before bending over and scooping the red reaper up bridal style. The broken Shi
Can You Fix Me? Chapter 1Pour Me A Drink~
"Shut it Will~!" A glass flew past the brunette's indifferent face as he watched the red head down another shot. His hair was a mess of fly-aways and his face was blotchy and red from the tears and the booze. "I need another~!" Grell yelled waving his glass as William adjusted his slipping glasses.
The barkeep poured another shot into the tumbler, Grell's hazy green eyes trained on him like a hawk sizing up prey. William couldn't help but notice the slight shaking of the man's hand as he slid the glass closer to the boisterous Shinigami, the fear in his eyes pooling to the surface as his noticed the shark-like grin that was presented to him.
William's calm voice spoke up, "Just leave the bottle. I will keep an eye on him." The man was more than happy to oblige, leaving the bottle and scurrying off.
Normally William was not one for anything like this. He refused to even make an appearance at Ronald Knox's office parties, so he could not fathom why he was sitting in a pu
Where Feathers Fall Chapter 2
Where Feathers Fall
Sebastian walked down the long hall towards Ciel’s office, gracefully side-stepping Mey-rin as the clumsy maid tripped and flailed about, messing up her simple task of dusting. Balancing his tray containing a slice of cake and some tea, he stooped down, catching the vase she tipped over before it could shatter on the floor. He set the vase back in it’s place and looked down at her, “Please try to be more careful.”
“Y-Yes Mister Sebastian!”
He ignored her as she hurried back to her task, and stepped into the office, closing the door behind him, “Your afternoon tea, My Lord.” He said, setting the tray down and placing the cake down on Ciel’s desk for him, a small desert fork laying next to the plate atop a napkin. He turned back to his tray and began to pour the tea into a cup, freezing just as he was about to tip the teapot, his eyes widening as he felt his stomach start to cramp back up. It had been ne
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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