Twin of Death - Puss in Boots

Brother..

"What's wrong Brother?" Grim asked Death, Death chuckling and turning to a purple glow which may hold certain items.

"I have been following.." Death put down their sickles, putting down their ring which their father had given to them.

"That cat.." Death walked towards their slightly younger sibling.

"For..More..Then eight years.." He chuckled and then threw a knife at the wall, In frustration.

"AND HE HAS WASTED EIGHT OF HIS NINE LIVES!" Death roared, Grim unfazed.

"If you have a problem with the cat, You'll have to complain to Life, It wasn't my idea to give cats Nine lives." They answered. "Wait.. Did you say.. Eight?"

"Yes, He has escaped my grasp yet again, Running off to one of his lives!"

"Calm yourself Mi Lobo." Grim told him, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

"Why wait?" A voice from the enterance to The two Twins of Death. "Scared~?"

"Shut up fear, Do not give Death ideas."

"Ooo~ Naughty Naughty little Grim.. Daddy doesn't like it when you swear~"

"The creator, Is not my father."

"He really is though, my dear baby sibling~"

"What do you want Fear? I'm not in the mood." Death growled, The fox at the door let himself in and sat himself on a floating black cloud.

"Well, Why wait.. For the tiny kitty cat to die..? When you could simply..." Fear grabbed his own knife and dragged it along his neck, The scar healing immediately. 

"Kill him? We do not kill! We-" Grim started, Death smiled evily, Clearly thinking of fear's proposal.

"Why must we wait? He is going to die anyways!" Death laughed.

"..Death, My brother.. You are my Brother so I will tell you, This will not end well, But as your sibling, I will help you with whatever you need."

"It's a cat." 

"HE'S a cat."

Grim had always been very protective of peoples pronouns.

"Yes, He, Now, Fear get the F**k out!" Death said, Throwing a knife at him, missing (As he had intended to).

"Have fun baby brother~" Fear said, Fear had always teased and ridiculed his siblings, Sometimes he was also known as the Trickster in the family.

"I'm going to get that goddamn cat." Death growled, smirking.

"Brother-"

"DO NOT INTERFERE!" The wolf roared at his sibling, Grim pushed Death aside and looked at him.

"You know what your problem is ,Older Brother?" Grim asked. "Ever since.. That cat was born.. You've hated him and smiled at the thought of him dying, You are so caught up in this cat, That I think if you weren't about to kill him.." 

"You'd be in love." Grim whispered. "Yet we can't love. Your heart is.."

"Black." Grim poked death's chest.

"Dark." Poke.

"And empty." Poke.

"I.." Death started.

"Shut it hernando, Kill the cat. Do it!" Grim chuckled. "Heck," 

Grim threw his other sickle to the Wolf.

"Use my sickle to do it."

"Brother-" 

"KILL HIM DEATH."

"Goodbye Grim." Death said, Evaporating to find the cat.

He appeared in a bar, He saw the 'fearless' feline.

"Hello Puss."