Tears of the Grim Reaper

The Play Date

The Little Girl
She had him now, but she wasn't going to kill him so soon. To let such an interesting specimen go to waste, that would be like discarding unopened containers of paint. Or even worse, getting rid of the handy suitcase. That is how attached the little girl had become to the man.

"What do you want?" The man coughed, struggling to breathe.

"I want to get to know you," she answered. "You have caught my attention, so I will hold off on your death. Until then, I wish to spend this day with you. Time and Abyss are intrigued by you and want your soul, even though it is tainted and ruined."

The little box meant to contain his soul floated to him. He glared at it, then at her. She was confused as to why he was so angry. This is her job, plus, she has chosen to postpone his death. Is he not grateful? Relieved? The old lady from the facility would have been happy. Right?

The little girl decided to ignore his hatred and focused on what to do next. Something Time and Abyss had never been able to with her......after all, she has a toy to play with now.

The Man
The little girl was the Grim Reaper. He has heard of the great power one would gain just by slaying her. Her head is worth thousands, even millions of dollars in the black market. If he could kill her, he'd be the most powerful man alive. Then he could proceed to annihilate the entire demon race.

"I would like it if you erased all thoughts of killing me at once," the little girl said. "It is making me uncomfortable and bothered. Your life is mine now, so please do as I say."

"You can read my thoughts?!" The man asked, shocked. The little girl was this powerful?!

She nodded. "Yes. And if I wanted to, I could show you my face. Any human who sees it-"

"Will be sent to a place worse than hell." The man said, cutting her off.

Her head tilted slightly to the side. "Yes. You're a smart human." The little girl turned around and began to walk towards the crowd of ignorant people. "Now, let's begin our little play date."

The Little Girl
There was a strange feeling in her chest. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it made her heart race in ways that only fear had done. She glanced at the man, who was walked next to her, scowling. What is this feeling?

"Where are we going?" The man asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

She saw a rush of annoyed thoughts pass through the man's mind, and hidden in them was the desire to kill her. He is planning to stay behind, a few steps back, and attack her. This annoyed her greatly.

"We will be heading to a popular place I have seen humans constantly visiting. They seem attached to the place and simply can't get enough. There are multiple places with this same company."

Now, his thoughts were filled with curiosity and annoyance, but the killing intent remained. She slowed down a bit and a clicked open her suitcase. She pulled out a carving knife, one she used to make small dolls, and released a deadly aura. She will show this man who is in charge, just as Abyss had told her.

"That plan of your won't work,"she whispered.

The man stiffened. Now his thoughts were angry again.

"Keep walking, or your life ends here."

The man continued to walk. She doesn't want to be mean to him, but she can't risk ruining her play date, a once in a life time chance for her to deeply explore the human world Time and Abyss had rescued her from.

"Can I ask you where the hell we're going?!" The man asked once more.

"Turn left and keep walking. You will see its large yellow M."

The Man
A large yellow M?! Is this girl talking about McDonald's?!

His suspicions were proven correct. It was indeed the local Mickey D's, which he frequently bought his lunches from. He was a terrible cook, and usually heated up precooked meals. It pained him to think about his life now, and compare it to his past, when he would sit with his wife and daughter, ready to dig in to a homemade dinner. Why did it have to turn out like this? Why-

"Sir, pay attention when I speak to you," said the little girl, interrupting his thoughts.

"What?"

"I had asked you what is required to eat a meal here, and you appeared distracted."

The man looked around and noticed that they had entered the fast food restaurant. Children were screaming in the play place, only muffled by the glass which separated the eating space. Half of the tables were full, and only few were actually clean; the other tables were littered with food and condiments. The floor was a dirty white. Dirt smudges and unknown substances made the floor sticky when walking. The man had grown accustomed to the sad eating conditions long ago.

"Well, you need money, and a brat like you wouldn't have that," he responded.

She tilted her head slightly in confusion. "Money? Is it the green slips the humans trade? Or the pieces of plastic they slide in those wierd boxes?"

He couldn't believe that this girl wasn't joking. Was the rumored Grim Reaper this stupid?

He sighed, agitated. "Yes, and it's called money. You need money for everything in this world. Without it, you would die."

"Ah, I see," the little girl said. "Do you happen to have any of this money on you right now?"

"Obviously. Did you not just hear what I said?"

"Yes, that one would die without those worthless slips."

The man snorted. "They're not so worthless if you need them to attain everything you want and need."

She nodded her head, not noticing the stares of the people who appeared concerned about her mask. The man could hear them whispering, thinking the girl was his daughter. Wouldn't it be funny if he told them that his daughter was actually dead, and that this little girl was the Grim Reaper?

"If they are needed for every human need, then why do I sense an emotional emptiness from within you? When I look at you, it is as though the last thing you want to be is alive. Your original goal of vengance on the demon race has been replaced by pure bloodlust.

"And if you do somehow manage to eradicate the entire demon race from this world, then what will be left to assuage your need for murder?

"Mr. Demon Slayer, I am the Grim Reaper, and I posses numerous powers. One of them is the ability to look into the possible futures. One of those futures is one in which you succeed on your goal. After that, it branches off into other possibilities.

"In the first one, you kill yourself. In the second, you hurt yourself and live in isolation. In the third, you turn your desire towards the human, in which you begin to kill the very race you swore you would protect.

"So, Mr. Demon Slayer, which future will you attain with your money?"

Shit, the man thought.  I don't know what to say.

"Fuck you," he spat, but for some reason, it wasn't as hateful as he had wanted it to be. For some reason, he wasn't as mad. For some reason, he was beginning to like the brat. "Just tell me your damn order."

"Order? What do you mean be order?"