My Fabulous Shinigami (A Grell Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9

I woke up pretty late in the day, feeling a bit sore. I stretched and my fingers came in contact with someone's chest. Let me correct myself; with Grell's chest. I opened my eyes and turned my head toward him. He was half naked from what I could see. The bottom half of him was covered by my blanket. I completely covered by it. I didn't understand any of this until I started to sit up. I was wearing absolutely nothing. I blushed and pulled the blanket up.

Grell woke up at this point and looked at me fuzzily. He smiled and pulled me close to him, kissing my cheek.

"Morning, Luce," he said, yawning. "Sorry if I was a bit-" I covered his mouth, blushing like crazy. He looked at me, confused. He knew, I thought. How did he- Then I remembered everything. I blushed even more and buried my face in his chest.

"Grell! Where are you?!" William was in the apartment. He was at my door. William started to open it. I was scared he'd freak, so I shouted, "CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR OR I WILL HURT YOU!" It closed. I smiled despite the situation. I looked at Grell and he looked completely shocked. I shrugged and slipped out of bed. "What? He should know to knock before opening doors," I said, casually slipping on a pair of jean shorts and a black t-shirt. I was feeling fabulous that morning so I pulled a red scarf polka-dotted with black dots on. Grell was already almost completely dressed when I walked over to him. He was trying to find his red coat.

"Where'd my coat go..?" Grell was searching almost frantically. I giggled and opened my door, coming face-to-face with William. He was certainly not happy. I smiled sweetly at him.

"Yes, William? Is there a problem you'd like to discuss?" I asked, pissing him off more. His eye twitched and he replied, "It depends on why Grell is sitting on your bed." I blushed slightly. "Is there a problem with my question, Lucille?" Before I had to answer, Grell ran past the two of us and grabbed his coat off the couch. William looked more mad. "Why was your coat on the couch? You never take that wretched thing off." Grell turned to William, his coat now on.

"Because it was too hot! That's why! Do you want me to melt into a puddle?!" Grell growled. He snapped at William before he could answer, "No! I didn't think so!" William looked mad enough to kill us both.

"Speak to me that way again, and I may demote you again," he angrily threatened Grell, walking towards him. "Now, let's go." He started walking out the door. He took one step out the door when I grabbed the back of his suit. He teetered, one foot off the ground. "What are you-"

"You really need to learn manners. You know that, right?" I asked him, yanking him back into the apartment. He tried to step away, but I pushed him in the chest, my palm flat, onto the couch. "No, sit," I ordered him, doing my best not to smirk. "Stay there, we are having an actual conversation this morning!" I sighed and walked into the kitchen before he could argue. I honestly expected him to walk out the door. I gave him credit; he didn't leave. William sat there, agitated, but patient.

I made coffee, then brought three cups carefully out to the living room. I handed one to William, Grell, then I sat down next to William.

"Is there something specific you wished to speak about?" William asked. I allowed myself a smile. I was still really sore, but I didn't say anything about that. Instead, I nodded and asked, "What's your job? And don't you dare lie, I can tell when people lie." William sipped the coffee before he answered.

"I am a Grim Reaper. I harvest souls and put in the Grim Reaper Library. No, I don't mean I put them in a bottle. What I mean, is that they are Records, Cinematic Records, and those are put into the Library." I stared at him for a long moment.

"Does Grell do the same thing?" I asked, glancing at Grell, who was currently looking at his nails and filing them. William nodded.

"Yes, he does. Although, if he doesn't behave himself, he will be demoted and lose that ridiculous scythe of his." This remark got Grell to look up and pout.

"I have been! Just not completely..." Grell looked a bit uncomfortable and looked back down at his nails, filing them again. William sighed. I was instantly interested even more when they said scythe.

"Scythe? What do you mean by scythe?" I'm positive my eyes were sparkling when I asked, "Can you show me?" Grell stopped filing his nails, grinned, and stood up. William was looking as if he'd argue, but ended up standing up as well. I watched as William summoned his scythe. It was almost like a spear, but the head of it kind of looked like hedge trimmers. My eyes widened when Grell summoned his. It was a red chainsaw! Seriously?! I thought. I'm pretty sure Reapers should be silent! As if reading my mind, William sighed and said, "Grell's scythe is only an exception because it gets the job done quickly." He looked at me. "Did you not remember I was a Reaper when I told you of your brother?" I looked away a bit and nodded.

"Aren't our death scythes so fabulous?!" Grell grinned, holding his scythe up. I smiled at him, nodding. William's scythe disappeared and he said, "Is that all you wished to talk about?" I looked up at him.

"I guess... Wait, why are you so mad when I'm with Grell?" William looked at the now uncomfortable Grell and replied with, "Because Grim Reapers live basically forever. Humans do not. You'd die and leave Grell brokenhearted and he would no longer be able to cope. He's quite fragile." That last remark made Grell growl. "Besides, it is against the rules." William turned around and walked to the door, grabbing the back of the collar of Grell's coat, dragging him out the door. Grell whined, his feet dragging along the ground. I stared after them, shocked.

"Because he's a Grim Reaper?" I asked no one in particular. "Then why don't I just become a Reaper?" I smiled to myself, then stretched my arms up, my back the most sore part of my body. I sighed.

The only thing on my mind by the end of that morning was to ask William about being a Reaper and if anyone could become one. I wanted to be one. For Grell.