Hi. Names (Y/N). I am a shinigami. I work solo most of the time. No one to bother me, no one to reprimand me. I have been one for about two centuries now.
I only collect the souls of criminals and murderers, I don't know why but I do.
I have gotten used to the life of a shinigami, except for one thing, following the rules. I never really understood the rules but I never intended to break them on perpose, it just happens. I've gotten my scythe taken several times and suspension is not uncommon for me, but I could care less.
They told us on the first day that we could decorate our scythe however we want. I never really bothered to until a few days before we finished training. I made the handle long and black, with silver metal vines going down the handle in a loop. flowers growing on the vines for every demon I have killed to protect the souls from being eaten. The blade was sharp and grey with embossed floral patterns, which glowes red when I kill a demon.
The moment I did change the way my scythe looked, everyone stayed away from me. I was always a bubbly "tsundere" during training, so when they saw how elegant and deadly it looked they questioned me. Asking me if I had split personality or something. I never liked to answer those questions, so I change topic. The questions soon died down and everyone just thought I wanted my scythe to look cool, though that is a reason why, its not the sole reason.
No one goes with me to collect souls and I asked the department head to keep it that way. It's so that no one would bother me and I can finish quickly without interuptions. But I tell everyone that its because the head wants me to be more serious so he lets me do this on my own.
I never really became close with anybody here, though I know everyone. I just didn't feel like socializing enough to actually get friends, being aquaitances is already too much for me.
I was just about to head out for a job until a person pulled me to the side. I looked at the person with mild interest and he pouts.
"Geez, you don't have to look that unintersted (Y/N)."
"Well, I am truly sorry your ego has been knocked down a bit, Greg."
"You really know how to hurt a man's ego."
"You just take critisism badly Greg."
"Oh, hush Willy, you don't take her side now."
William, he was probably the closest I had to an actual friend, second to Othello that is but to be fair Othello is my fiance. Nontheless he was better than Greg, more put together too. I had tried to leave the two alone, keyword tried, I was pulled back again and we entered Greg's office.
Piles and piles of paper are on the table, clothes everywhere, and the whole place smells like overbearing floral perfume. William places his arms around me to keep me from leaving or fighting back for that matter. Why he is doing all of this and not Greg, I had no idea.
"What in tarnation is this mess?!"
"Truth be told (Y/N), I was dragged here too. You and I both know that he won't leave us alone until this mess is gone."
"That's right, William! My you know Me so well!"
We spent a good three hours cleaning up his office and before we knew it was time to go home. Greg made us some tea to relax as his way of saying thank you but this was more like a peace offering for dragging our asses here to help him. William seemed to like the tea whilst I just wanted to go home and cuddle up with Othello. I bid them goodbye as I clocked out for tonight.
I finally reached our apartment. Getting the keys from I pocket I quickly inserted it into the lock and headed inside. I closed the door and locked it before tossing the keys into a bowl nearby and taking of my shoes.
