The night air was cool, lit by the full moon and covered with a light fog. All was calm and quiet, except for a small alleyway in the city of London. Blood spilled out on the cobblestoned path, and a small boy stood beside his beloved aunt's corpse as he watched on as his butler fought.
Sebastian ripped his torn tailcoat from Grell's death scythe, the whimpering reaper lying on the ground, his face bloody, bruised and beaten.
"There, now that's unstuck, I can finally use it to kill you, seeming as fists won't seem to do for a reaper."
"NO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!"
"Ah, finally something you're good at, screaming!" said the dark haired demon cheerfully as he revved up the chainsaw, ready to strike.
"I CAN TELL YOU WHO KILLED THE BOY'S PARENTS!"

Before Sebastian could react to this information, the scythe in his hands was blocked from his target by a pair of silver daggers. He looked up to see a tall, sharp-dressed man holding a set of hedge trimmers with a telescopic handle in one hand, a book in the other. Behind him was a woman with long, flowing red hair, spare daggers in her hand. Both of these people had the sharp green eyes of a Reaper. Grell's face lit up in recognition, as both of the reapers jumped down, the man landing on Grell's head, the woman kicking Sebastian in the face with the toe of her shoe, before landing at Grell's side.

"GRELL SUTCLIFF YOU UTTER MORON CHARGING IN HERE WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT? I MEAN COME ON KILLING INNOCENT HUMANS ISN'T YOUR JOB, ONLY THOSE ON THE LIST. ARE YOU JUST PURPOSELY AN ASSHOLE? YOU'RE A REAPER, SHOW SOME RESPECT!"
"Now, now, Ms Sutcliff, you have to do this properly," said William, rolling his apple-green eyes. "Greetings, I am William T. Spears of the Reaper Dispatch Management Division, this is my subordinate Claira Sutcliff and we are here to collect this reaper here..." he opened his book and began to read. "Grell Sutcliff, you have broken the following regulations. Firstly, you murdered people who are not on the Death List, secondly, you used a scythe you did not gain authorisation for, and thirdly, you offered a human information of his relative's killers. Please return to headquarters immediately and submit a written apology explaining your actions." He shut his book, using his scythe to push his glasses up before continuing, turning to Sebastian. "I apologise for any inconvenience my subordinate has caused you. Here's my card," he held out the piece of paper with his name neatly printed on it out toward the demon, and he bowed. He grumbled, "To think I'd have to bow my head to a demon… Today is a shameful day for my kind…"
"Well maybe if you took better care of your kind you wouldn't have to," smiled Sebastian, tossing the card away. William grabbed Grell's hair, and began pulling him away, Claira following behind them, avoiding the trail of Grell's blood.

"SO YOU SEE HOW STUPID YOU'VE BEEN?! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND WHAT'S WORSE IS YOU ALWAYS EXPECT SOMEONE ELSE TO CLEAN UP YOUR MESS!"
Grell winced as Will pressed a disinfectant wipe on his face, making his cut sting. "I know, I know…"
"You know, Sutcliff, if it weren't for your sister you'd probably have died. And that would have made even more overtime for me. I'm going to have enough explaining all this to the higher-ups without getting me, you and probably Ms Sutcliff fired."
"I'm sorryyyyyyyyy," whined Grell.
"And so, I've reached the best conclusion to teach you a lesson." Will stood, grabbing Grell's mangled scythe off the floor and throwing it aside, passing a pair of scissors into his hands. "You're demoted. This is your new scythe."
"But… but…. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOO!"
"Serves you right," said Claira, huffing and turning away.
Grell sobbed, "But I didn't do anything wro-"
"NOTHING WRONG? YOU IMBICILE. YOU KILLED INNOCENT WOMEN AND GOT YOURSELF BEATEN UP BY A DEMON! Which by the way, WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU KILL HIM? AND NOW YOU'VE GONE AND CAUSED DEAR WILLIAM HEAPS OF OVERTIME!"
"Do not address me as that, Ms Sutcliff."
"Oops, sorry!"

Grell looked down at his fine pointed boots, "I couldn't… I tried… He's too fast… and his eyes, oh those eyes! He stares so coldly, it sends shivers through my whole body! How could I injure such a handsome face? Oh Bassie, my sweet love, Bassie!"
"SHUT. UP." Yelled both William and Claira.
"Sorry," shrugged Grell, smiling sheepishly.

Will sighed, "Do you have any other injuries?"
Grell nodded, "he got my chest…"
The black-haired reaper rolled his eyes. "Let me see."
Grell frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "A woman should never show her chest to any man who asks."
"GRELL SUTCLIFF FOR GODS SAKE, YOU ARE NOT A WOMAN, YOU ARE A MAN. YOU HAVE MAN PARTS I HAVE HAD THE HIGHLY UNPLESANT EXPERIENCE OF WITNESSING AFTER WALKING INTO THE BATHROOM WITHOUT KNOCKING."
"It's your fault, you didn't knock!"
"It's your fault for not locking the door!"
"That was when the lock was broken!"
"Because you were being an idiot!"
"Both of you stop being immature little brats and let's get this over with. Grell, just take off your goddamn shirt." Will rolled his eyes, and Grell winked at him. "Oh sure, dear, when you say it so forcefully… ~"
Both the reapers who actually had sense facepalmed, and Grell took off his shirt, revealing a large gash over his torso. Will got out a clean wipe and cleaned off the blood, trying to ignore Grell's constant giggling and mutterings of "Oh William!" He finished the job as quickly as possible, then turned and left, saying, "Oh, Sutcliff, I still expect to see you at work tomorrow morning, or you'll be demoted even further."

Grell pouted, buttoning up his shirt, "He's so mean!"
"Maybe he wouldn't be if you were always such a moron."
"Maybe you're just jealous I'm more attractive than you!"
"Oh please, I could get any guy I wanted."
"Which totally explains why you've never had a boyfriend."
"I'M ALWAYS TRYING TO BE PROFESSIONAL, UNLIKE YOU!"
"Oooh, you got a crush on William?~"
"… OH SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M NOT INTO SUCH A PENCIL LIKE HIM! I HAVE BETTER TASTE IN MEN THAN YOU DO ANYWAY!"
"So I'm right?"
"NO YOU ARE FUCKING NOT RIGHT, MORON!"
"Sure, sure," replied Grell, his voiced laced with sarcasm.
"Grell Sutcliff, shut the fuck up right now or this dagger," she held up the bloodstained silver tool in her hand, "Is going to be lodged in a highly unpleasant place for you. So get your ass up off that chair and get home, before I have to kill you. And don't bother waiting for me, because of SOMEONE, I have overtime. So fuck off."
Grell nodded, his expression showing pure fear, as he slowly obeyed his younger sister's command, running out of headquarters as fast as his legs could carry him.

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AUTHORS NOTES

Rockitty99: SO FIRST CHAPTER DONE~ YAAAAY~
Shaydess: Just so you know, we were laughing our heads off while writing this
Grell: You guys are so mean :C
Will: … Pencil? Seriously?
Rocki: I CALL ALL MEGANE LIKE YOU PENCIL, SUCK IT UP.
Will: … ._.
Claira: FINALLY SOMEONE TELLS HIM OFF~ :D
Shayde: Everyones happy now :D
Grell: I'm not happy :C
Shayde: No one cares, dipstick.
Rocki: And now disclamer. Neither of us own Kuroshitsuji in any way, shape or form. Otherwise there would be a season 3 already.
Claira: And I belong to Shaydess. SO don't go using me in your fics or whatever without permission, or I'll be forced to use my daggers.
Rocki: Still find it weird there's a reaper with a weapon for a scythe, not a gardening tool.
Shayde: Well la-de-da I'm different.
Rocki: So I hope you all enjoyed it~
Grell: Bye bye, nyaa~ ^^
Everyone else: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

(No Grells were harmed in the making of this fanfiction. Well… seriously injured anyway…. Uh…. No, well, he's not going to die anyway… maybe….)