"Going through the metal detectors at the airport is gonna be a blast! You’ll be on a first-name basis with all the security guards!” Knox teased Will from his desk, three full years after that night in Paris. This was met with laughter from Grell and Zandry.
“Yeah, and you’d better be careful when signaling a taxi.” Zandry put in. “You might get struck by lightning!” More laughter ensued.
“Yeah, yeah, and when we’re having sex-“ But Will had had enough. Before Grell could finish his sentence, he was whacked in the head by Will’s new right arm.
The staff at the local Reaper’s hospital were outstanding surgeons, but not even they could save Will’s real arm from a demon’s blow. Instead, they converted his hedge-clipper scythe into a working prosthetic limb. It would be known in the medical field as a major accomplishment for generations.
“You will withhold such comments or I will remove the muscles from your mouth which make them.” Will replied simply. He turned to the green-haired reaper currently sitting on his desk. “And what are you even doing here, Ms. Stapleton? Don’t you have other matters to attend to?”
“Not really.” She shrugged. “Surprisingly, being President Reaper doesn’t have too many responsibilities. Even my soul collecting assignments are now considered ‘optional.’”
“Actually, that’s not very surprising.” Will responded. “After all, they only created the position so they could give it to you.”
She shrugged again. Ever since that incident three years ago, she had suddenly become much more prominent in society. In fact, people would still stop her on the street and ask if she was the great “Zandry the Demon Slayer.”
“Actually, now that you mention it, I haven’t been to my office in a few days. Perhaps I should check my email. See you, Knox, Grell, C3p0.”
They all said goodbye with the exception of Will, who called out “I am not a robot!” Zandry took an elevator to the top floor and passed by her personal assistant on the way in.
“Hey, Victoria. Anything new?”
“Nothing yet.” Replied a young girl with curly red hair. “You know, sometimes I almost feel bad for you, Miss Zandry. This must be the most boring job you’ve ever had.”
Zandry smirked. “Not even close.”
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There you have it!
I loved writing this story, but I have to say I'm kind of glad to be done with it.
I plan to write more in the future, but most likely nothing Black Butler-Related.
Thanks again for reading,
Kaldaki
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