A Reborn Reaper

Prologue

A/N: The pic up top is not mine. It's the best pic I could find that fit a baby Grell. He's the one on the left.

"Ethan, get up before you're late to school again!" Ethan's mom shouts from the downstairs kitchen, where she's preparing breakfast for two. Her only son shifts in his bed, showing that he's awake and starting to get up.

Ethan huffs, "I'm coming, Christ woman, no need to shout," he says, fully aware that she can't hear him.

He silently does his morning routine getting up, grabbing the days clothes, showering, brushing both his teeth and his long damp hair into a low ponytail, and finally making the bed.

Ethan is walking into the kitchen while his mom is plating breakfast and putting it on the table. As she sets the second, and last, plate down she shouts, "Come on, an hurry up!" effectively making his ears ring.

He replied, "I'm in the same room as you, not on the other side of the house," the amount of sass he used getting him a disapproving look from his mom. He sits down and his stomach growls in response to the tantalizing smell of the food. " Yum! My favorite!" he yells as he starts to dig into the bacon and scrambled eggs with vigor.

His mom chuckles and tells him, "Now look who's yelling," with a teasing and mischievous twinkle in her eyes. He looks up from scarfing down his food to give her a playful response back, but the time on the oven clock catches his eye.

It's seven forty-three on the digital clock, and school starts at eight fifteen. 'Damn, I have to leave now or I'll be late again! Plus, I don't want to stay to hear anymore of moms screeching, my ears might start to bleed,' Ethan thinks as he puts his plate in the sink to be washed later. He grabs his backpack, already packed the night before, on his way out the front door. He turns to say, "Goodbye mom," giving her a goofy smile, before he leaves his home quickly behind him in his rush to get to school on time.

While running along the sidewalk something in the middle of the road caught his attention. As he slowed down to get a better look he saw that it was a white cat on the other side of the road. It was mewling, and now stopped as close as he can get, from the sidewalk; he can see that it's hurt. He turned his head in a slight panic at hearing a car coming his way. 

Before Ethan could stop himself to think about what his body is doing he moved with one single goal; to save that terrified cat. 

Ethan only heard the screeching of tires before the crunch, then all was black. He saved the cat, but at the cost of his life.

Ethan's eyes slowly opened and he immediately closed them. He groaned loudly in annoyance at the brightness of the light, and the pounding migraine starting to blossom, "Well, I can see that you're finally awake," a feminine voice said.

After adjusting to the brightness he turned in the general direction of the voice, only to find a beautiful woman. She had a very symmetrical face framed by two parts of her long white hair that reached the middle of her back and she appeared to be wearing a white toga, but the most distinguishing thing about her was the captivating pair of eyes the likes he had never seen before now. Her right eye is a sapphire blue that could hypnotize and the left a blood red that could drown a person.