The Reaper Child

1

(outfit above is what Grell buys for you)

'Okay. So if I turn down this hall I should find my mentor.' I look around the room and see no one. Not even someone running papers around like I saw earlier. 'Or maybe not. I heard people say that he doesn't arrive on time but my God this is ridculous. And I'm even a few minutes late normally.'

Suddenly a taller male coated in red comes storming down the hall behind me. His red hair stand out as much as mine and seems to have a temper of sorts. I hope this isn't my mentor. If so then there may be problems.

As I fallow him I hear him yelling at himself about someoynamed William being so mean for making him watch over a new Reaper. I can only assume that is me since I was never informed of any other new Reapers besides myself. 'So Sir Bitchalot is my mentor. How fun. But where the hell is he going? And why is he suddenly swaying and rambling about some Bassie person?'

"Um, pardon me? Are you Mr. Sutcliff?" I ask and come out from behind him. The man gives a girly shriek and jumps twenty feet in the air. "Oops. Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING SNEAKING AROUND!!! DON'T TELL ME WILLIAM SENT YOU AFTER ME!!!"

"Okay. You need to stop shouting. I wasn't even sneaking around."

"Fine then. But who are you? I haven't seen you around here. And I know I would have recognized someone with hair as beautiful as mine."

"My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I'm the new Reaper that was assigned here."

"Oh. So you're the one I have to babysit."

"I guess? I mean I just finished training and our supervisor thought that you would be a good mentor for me to learn from since you were the top of your class like I was. And what do you mean by babysit?!? I'll have you know that I'm older than I look!"

"Oh. So you're just short."

'What did that tramp just call me?!!'

"You look like you're no older than twelve."

"Well last I checked we don't really grow past the age we died at. Then again I could be wrong since I haven't been a Reaper as long as you. You look close to somewhere in your
mid-twenties yet are probably closer to a couple centeries." I say and try my damnedest not to rip his head off right then and there.

"Oh. I see. Well since I'm doomed to this experience I might as well make the best of it. But first things first. We need to get you new clothes!"

I look down at my simple gray and black dress. "What's wrong with this? Besides the fact that it's a longer skirt?"

"Oh dear. You have never worn anything fashionable have you. Do you even know what fashion is?"

"Fashion: a popular trend, especially in styles of dress and ornament or manners of behavior.
But I fail to see your point. Though I must admit that I would prefer to be wearing trousers instead of this."

"Trousers!!??!!" The man shrieks and nearly faits.

"Yes. It's much more efficient than a dress. They make it much easier when working."

"That's it. For now on I am your new Big Sister! I will teach you everything you need to know!!!"

"Sister? Oh... so you're... that makes a lot of sense."

"I am what?"

"Very unique. I quite like it. It's different and new."

"Thank you. Now off to the shops!!!" He shouts and drags me into the living world. Not even giving me a chance to protest. 'Something tells me it's best just to let him run his course when he gets like this. I don't think anyone or anything could stop him.'