Disclaimer- I do not own Kuroshitsuji…. Which is sad :/

First person POV (Grell)

I am running quickly above the house tops, praying with all my might that William will be a little… heart-felt? Happy? Sympathetic? Whatever, I just needed him to help. Though it was a bit of a long-shot…

I checked the time when I passed houses occasionally. It had only been 15 minutes. 15 minutes since I found the little bundle, wrapped away in a carriage. A carriage which was now at the bottom of a ravine. I was sent there to collect the souls, a mother who had for some unknown reason, driven the carriage over a cliff. I had approached it, giggling with anticipation, thinking her cinematic record would show me something good. So, I opened the carriage door, which was difficult since the entire thing was sideways.

I jumped inside with a grimace. Water had filled it up about a foot. So distasteful, getting my boots wet. I moved forwards, finding the woman's body immediately. It was just there, bobbing in the water, a pale blue face staring vacantly up. I reaped her soul with ease, but was confused. Oh, well. I decided to look into it another time, or just file a report. This was my last reap, so I was going home now. I turned, then paused. A small basket lay floating in the water as well. I moved forwards, opening it, smirking to myself. I guessed the woman must have been headed to a picnic or something.

Opening the basket, I gasped. A small baby was lying inside it. He was pale, and appeared to not be breathing. I wondered if I should reap his soul, then wondered if he was even dead. I then wondered why the record never showed his name.

So, I picked him up. He was breathing, though barely, and a blue tint had begun to appear around his mouth. I paused. I should take him to the dispatch. Or should I just kill him as well? I looked at him questioningly.

Soft, red hair. Thick lashes touched his cheeks, his pale eyelids closed. I should have just left him. I mean, I wouldn't know what to do with him.

But he was adorable. And I never had a kid. And I couldn't have one. And even then, I might not be a good parent…. But I couldn't let him die. I groan, moving him a bit, holding his cold hand… his hand!

The nails were black, and a small, dark mark was on the back. This kid was a demon. I should definitely leave him. I sighed, jumping out of the carriage, and stand near some rocks. I place him down delicately, and he makes little noises. I ignore him.

I pull out my scythe, raising it above my head, about to bring it down on the little bundle. "Sorry, little one, if only fate had been kinder."

He opens his wet lashes, staring up at me. Bluish eyes watch me with wonder, not aware about what is about to happen.

I sigh, and bring down my scythe.

First Person POV (William)

I am playing the piano. A strange hobby, but I found it helps relieve the stress that is caused during the work-day. I am playing the first movement of moonlight sonata, one of my favorite songs. Most didn't know about my little hobby. That was fine by me.

And one, two, three- I was in the middle of it when I heard banging on my door.

"William! William, open up! I need your help!" Grell's voice was urgent, but that didn't make me hurry. He was always like this when he banged on my door. Oh, well. I got up, moving to open the door.

"What is it, Sutcliff? I am busy…" I pause. "What's that in your hands?"

"Oh, gosh, Will, you know, I didn't want to do this, but I really need your help, just don't do anything rash-" Grell's voice is fast, and he moves to my kitchen. I sigh, and follow.

"Grell? What is that you have? What's going on?"

He places the bundle on the counter. "I don't know how much longer he'll live, so I need your help, please Will…. I need some blankets…." He unwraps the bundle, and I make a little gasp as he shows a small baby. The baby is quiet and motionless.

"What happened?" I move forwards to the small thing, frowning. "Is this from a reaping or something? You know the rules, you can't save them unless-"

"Unless they're important, or whatever, I know I know. But his name wasn't on the list. And he needs help living, but there's a slight problem…"

"What?" I glance at Grell, leaning over the baby. He is fast asleep, that or dead. "I don't see what's wrong, other than he needs care…."

"He's a demon."

I jump at Grell's words, and turn to glare at him. "Why the hell would you bring that thing here?"

"Will! I couldn't just leave him! Besides, we can save him.-"

"You can't save a thing like that. It's going to Hell anyways, just take it out of my sight-"

"We can turn him into a shinigami!" Grell interrupts me again, and I continues my glare.

"What do you mean?"

"The human part of him is dead. Or, rather, dying. The demon part will struggle to live. We can turn him part shinigami, into a hybrid." Grell smiles gleefully at this, as if he has come up with the cure for cancer. I sigh.

"How do you know that's possible? It's insane…."

"Well, what do you want to do? We can save his soul, or we can let him die, and rise as a full demon!" Grell stares with meaning at me, and I think about it. It's possible. But there's a chance the kid will die…

He's going to die anyways, Will. What do you have to lose? I stare down at the baby. He was cute, soft hair. He was just a newborn. A rather skinny face that suggested he hadn't been cared for well at all….

I pick up the cold boy. "I need blankets. And set up a table in the guest's room. We'll need to work quickly if he has any chance to live."