Reap: A Reaper Cliché [discontinued]

2 : Cha-ching

Reaper headquarters was a thing to marvel: all 13 stories of its jet black marble fantasy, that is, if you can see through the magical mist that makes it appear to normal humans like a unusually muddy cemetry.

A reaper cliché.

I strode in, head held high for the weekly meeting that was always held on the twelfth hour of a weary Friday. Skyler followed a few paces behind looking strangely inferior, not unlike him.

The fact that other reapers were literally staring down to him from the upper floor was probably adding to the situation.

"YOU'RE LATE," a vioce boomed.

I grinned up at the moody group.

"Always at your service sir," I proclaimed majestically, conducting a dramatic bow.

The shadows cluttered over the misty glass, no doubt enjoying the show and so I stood around a bit longer again, no doubt angering the council a tad more than I would've if I hadn't.

I grinned wider.

Skyler on the other hand, was already breaking into what appeared to be cold sweat and continued to look as skittish as ever when I started to skip towards the stairs.

"Don't worry, they can't fire us," I said loudly, recieving an adorably nasty look from him.

They can't lower our pay either. Heh.

I took my time climbing the tireringly long and spiraling staircase, whistling a jolly tune, while Skyler followed sulking silently, and the blurred faces stared, unmoving.

What a nice feeling.

I performed a dramatic and overly long stretching session when I reached the top of the stairs, then pushed open the overly large oak Doors to grin at my still staring peers.
To say they were probably annoyed is an understatement.

"You guys should really install an elevator," I commented lightly.

I was met with empty stares. Typical. But of course, one stood out, akin to the shadows in the darker part of the room. Death's.

I was once again reminded of the annoying ad they always played on animax.

'If you see danger as a temptation...

...Live life on the edge...

...Face Death with a smile...

...This Mission is for you."

That is exactly what I'm doing, I thought. I smiled grimly, internally, while I whistled a jolly tune, keeping up the facade I always liked to play.

Keeping the other jelous.

Afterall, why did this idiot always end up top on the reaper list? That is, if one existed... It probably did, judging by their green faces.

I promptly met death's stare with wide, very overly cheeky grin on my very overly handsome face.

"You're not mad are you?" I asked loudly.

"HOW PREPOSTEROUS, THE YOUNG REAPER IS EVEN ADRESSING DEATH AS LIKE AN OLD COMRADE!!!" the vioce boomed. Low murmurs billowed through the room like an invisible veil.

"...let him be..."

It was the voice of death, literally. But it didn't sound like a voice; it echoed and hung in the room like an unpondered thought; which was, in fact, exactly that.

"FYI," I added, "I've been a reaper for longer than any of you have."

There was a murmur of disbelief in the room. I smirked. Of course, being the sort of person I am, I loved attention. But then boringly, later, the meeting went tireringly normal without any further hinderence.