Okay so...I'm attempting Godchild. I'm still doing Harry Potter but I'm going through a slump of just laziness and no motivation. However this is for my dear friend skysedge whom is a skilled Wordsmith beyond any of my unworthy capabilities. This fic will go...in a curious direction if I do as my brain wants to. It is also not beta-ed so yes there are numerous and many grammatical errors if you find any that bother you immensely I would appreciate it if you tell me so I may fix it. Anywho I do hope she and you all enjoy this. Reviews makes for more inspiration!

Much love, Chi

Light silently filtered into the sparsely furnished bedroom of Death through a pristine window. Everything was tidy for the most part. Everywhere except the darkest corner of the room where Death had settled his desk. Piles of notes and open books littered the small wooden space. It was there the ash-blond doctor was currently resting his head making patterns in the floating dust that danced in the streams of sunlight.

"Violet Maria...Taylor." he said her name slowly as if testing it. It did not leave the most pleasant taste in his mouth. He had only just met her that morning, however, the headache from his false smiling and hiding of severe irritation towards the named woman had still not faded. He recalled the look on his assistant's face assuring him they both found her conspicuous attraction to the young doctor insufferable. The doctor closed his eyes sighing. He felt worn. Worn out from trying to please his father. Worn out from killing for the sake of his father's precious Delilah. He was even feeling weary of hating his brother Cain. Granted he would never forgive the other man for stealing his father's attention away from him but recently he just could not find it in his blackened soul to passionately hate the golden eyed earl. Getting up slowly he crossed the small room to his window and opened it fighting against the sudden urge to shiver. He let the cold air brush against his collar bones were he had loosened his shirt; closing his eyes when a knock came to his door.

"Doctor." the sound of his assistant voice was muffled through the door. Jizabel frowned turning to face the door leaning against the sill of his window.

"Come in." he responded pinching his slender nose between equally delicate fingers. The door opened soundlessly revealing the small stature of Death's Trump card. Jizabel could feel more of his energy drain from his body when he spotted the child-like face stretched into a teasing smirk. Sighing again he walked back to his desk chair, falling into is like a heap of ill folded laundry. "Cassian please do refrain from saying what I know you will."

"It is just too easy though!" the older man grinned "Oh doctor! I just know you'll help me!" he said in a dramatized female tone as he pulled up a chair next to Jizabel. Jizabel's pale eyes narrowed at his dark haired companion.

"You are living proof maturity has nothing to do with age." the younger man hissed feeling his headache inch towards a migraine. Cassian bit his tongue to keep it from poking out at the doctor.

"Yeah, yeah." he chuckled waving a file in the doctor's face before laying it down on the desk. "Well I just got the paperwork for this assignment. You identification, keys to the building all that sorta stuff." he said leaning his elbow on the desk, resting his head against his hand. He flipped through some of the papers to prove his words.

"Cassian...Can I just take the next month off?" Jizabel groaned sitting up to get a proper look at the file. Cassian cocked his eyebrow in surprise. He smiled to himself shaking his head slightly.

" 'Fraid not, sir." came the expected response. Jizabel rubbed his lovely face as he reached for his glasses. Cassian watched him move taking in the scene. Only the doctor could be so stressed and still look like a work of art, at leas to Cassian that is. They had been working with each other for some time now but it had only been recently that this angelic reaper had begun showing different sides of himself to Cassian. They had always acted like strangers to each other when not out on an assignment together. Though Cassian did notice the little details of his boss. He smiled resisting the urge to reach and run his small fingers through the doctor's bored-line white hair. They sat quietly for a moment, Cassian content with watching his boss read silently, the doctor's face contorting in what Cassian could only guess was his anticipation of impending stress.

"I really hate women." Jizabel said suddenly. Cassian simply cocked his eyebrow waiting for the doctor to elaborate.

"I was under the impression you hated all humans." Cassian sarcastically replied. Jizabel rolled his eyes leaning over so his head was resting in Cassian's lap. The older man brushed some of the youngers hair from his face.

"You are a terrible brat Cassian." the said brat squinted at the medic with obvious suspicions causing the doctor this time to cock his eyebrow, "What?" he demanded.

"What drugs has your father been letting you play with now?" he asked squinting harder. The doctor sat up looking even more confused than before.

"What are you talking about Cassian? You're not making sense." he said annoyed. Cassian looked down at his lap missing the warmth.

"Nothing, nothing. So, we start this job tomorrow, yeah?" thrown off by the sudden change in conversation Jizabel shook his head too tired to pursue previous conversation.

"Yes." he turned to look through the folder once more, "We must collect I believe six numbers of eyes for this Violet woman. I am finding on the eyeball bit to be the only thing making this whole case bearable." Jizabel closed his eyes sighing. He heard the air move around him assuming Cassian was putting his chair away.

"You would." he smirked, his eyes still closed. Cassian's voice was now across the room. "I'll be off then, sir." Cassian's hand curled around the doorknob but he waited a moment. Just a moment longer to take in thee so called Death. 'If you are truly death then count me lucky to work beside you.' he thought almost gagging on his own poetic attempt.

"Alright." the doctor replied softly drifting into thoughts of what it would be like to be blind. "I think...I will sleep." he said nodding to the general direction of where Cassian no longer stood having left knowing if he did not hurry up he would have ogled the splendid creature in front of him all day. Jizabel closed the file and swiftly pushed it away. "Yes, Cassian. I hate all humans. But are you even considered human anymore?" Jizabel shook his head finally opening his eyes only so he could ungracefully fall onto his bed and close them once more. Sure it was only four in the afternoon but somewhere it had to be twelve in the morning he reasoned snuggling in tightly to his pillow. Besides worn souls deserved more sleep even when that sleep only promised horrid nightmares riddled with truths.

"Taylor." he whispered, "All this for a fleeting thing called beauty" he mumbled almost incoherently into his pillow.