My Fabulous Shinigami (A Grell Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

I woke up to knocking on the door. I groaned and sat up in bed. Everything from last night streamed through my sleepy head as I got up. I remembered that Grell was on the couch which was actually quite close to the door. Ten steps actually.

"GRELL! GET THE DOOR!" I yelled, too tired to be pleasant. I'm only pleasant in the morning if I have a cup of coffee in my hand. I walked out of my room and walked immediately into the kitchen, starting the coffee maker.

"You get it!" Grell growled back, his face buried in a pillow. I sighed, grabbed my coffee, walked to the door, making sure to whack Grell on the way over. He growled but stayed in the same position. I opened the door and sipped my coffee.

"Hello?" I was looking at a man in a suit. He had black, straight, short hair. It looked so neat! Then, I noticed he had the same eyes as Grell's. He was such a serious-looking guy. I sipped more of my coffee as he spoke, "I'm looking for Grell. Red-headed idiot." I covered my mouth to keep from laughing.

"Grell! You have a visitor!" I was smirking. "You're right, he is an idiot." I heard Grell get up and groan, "What now?" He walked over to me. I felt the air shift as he ran past me and tackled the man in front of me. "WILLY!" The man managed to stay standing, but was trying to pry Grell off of him.

"GET OFF! DON'T MAKE ME-" "Willy" was yelling, but was cut off by Grell. "What are you doing here? I thought you were busy with your paperwork!" He exclaimed accusingly. I started laughing and this got the two of them to stare at me.

"What? This is funny!" I grinned. "So, Willy, what do you want with Grell?" I grinned more as he grew more annoyed. He continued trying to pry Grell off as he spoke again, "My name is not.. that. My name is William T. Spears, and, to answer your question, Grell is late for work."

"I have work today? I thought I was free because of my harvest!" Grell whined, his grip loosening. I was actually the one who pulled him off. "Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllllllll! No fair!" William sighed and pushed up his glasses, his eye twitching.

"I don't have time for this. I'm going to be late soon, as well." He reached down and grabbed Grell's hair and pulled him up. Grell whined when he let go. "Next time, you shouldn't whine so much."

"Wait! You haven't met Lucy yet!" Grell cried, quickly hiding behind me. By hide, I mean he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me in front of him, like a human shield. I winced when he said Lucy. No one had called me Lucy in years. The last person I let call me that was my brother, Matt.

Matt had died five years ago on my eighteenth birthday. It was a sunny day and I guess the glare on his windshield caused him to crash... Anyway, by the time I was told, everyone already knew. I was the last to know that my brother, my best friend, had died in a car crash. He was older than me by four years. It was great because he could always tell me what school was going to be like for me. I guess since it was a sunny day, that's why I like rainy days.

Neither of them noticed I winced, but William did look a bit interested when Grell said "Lucy". He opened a book that looked just like Grell's book. He looked at me and said, "Lucille Weston?" I nodded, confused. He closed the book and glared at Grell. "You are asking for a demotion, Sutcliff."

"No I'm not! I'm not doing anything with her! I JUST MET HER!" Grell growled, now standing beside me. I heard a yell from down the hall and I knew it was my parents. I thought they were out of town! I thought, panicking. "Lucy! Who are these people?!" My mother cried, pushing past William and glaring at me. I opened my mouth to answer, but she cut me off. "Why does it look like they slept here?!" I was getting dizzy.

"Mom, they didn't-" My dad cut me off this time. "Why does he have a bandage on his arm? Did you fight someone, Lucille?!" I started to sway, the world around me starting to spin. I heard Grell growl something, but everything was going numb. I felt myself tip forward.

Then, everything went black.