Hey, guys, this is Rabbit. This here is my first fanfiction ever, and I got the idea when I read a Ronald Knox X OC fanfic, and thought, Hey, I know Grelle and Ronald get fanfics, but what about Will? I didn't bother to see if anyone had written a fanfic with William T. Spears X OC in it (they have, I looked a bit later), and just decided to write one myself.

I hope you like it. Reviews are welcome.

~Rabbit

(BlueRoseRabbit)

P. S. I'm new to the site and am still a little unsure about how all the coding works and such. I typed this in paragraphs, and if it publishes as just one huge wall of text, please tell me and I will definitely try to fix it right away.

P. P. S. Whenever you see a row of dots, it means either there was a change of point of view (it'll usually be third person limited, if that helps) or the time has changed. Here's the dots I'm talking about:

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Spearing Daisies

Chapter 1 – An Encounter With Death

"Stop that!"

"Oh, you're so cold, Will!"

William shoved Grelle off him and dodged Grelle's next attempt at a hug. "Get back to work! You'll give me overtime!" William T. Spears hated overtime. "Just go collect the souls, already."

"I will," Grelle pouted, "but only if you give me a kiss goodbye!" He leaned in for a kiss.

"No!" William sidestepped, ticked off.

"You're so cold. It sends shivers up my spine. But you can't run from me forever, Will!" Grelle skipped away.

William sighed, turning toward his workload. More paperwork. It was just your average day at the office. Grelle was being obnoxious, Ronald was out in the field, and his two other assistants were on break.

"Will-sempai! I have an idea!" Ronald Knox popped his head in the office.

"What now?" William said, exasperated. "Can't you all ever just do your jobs on time and leave me in peace?"

"Well, gee, and here I was gonna give you an idea on how to get Grelle-sempai to leave you alone." Ronald pouted.

William perked up. "What idea is this?"

"No, no," sighed Ronald, "I have to go do my job on time and leave you in peace." He hurried away, grinning.

"No! Wait!" cried William, his arm outstretched. Ronald was already gone. William started muttering to himself as he filled out the paperwork.

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"Aah!" Daisy sat straight up in bed, terrified. She took a moment to figure out where she was. I'm okay, she thought, I'm safe in my room. Nightmares aren't real. While she calmed herself down, she wondered what she was going to do today. Daisy got out of bed and looked out the window. It was about three in the afternoon. Her mother hadn't woken her up, that meant she was working. Ah ha! She thought. I'll bring Grandpa some biscuits. He likes the chocolate ones.

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Ronald Knox laughed aloud as he remembered Will-sempai's excitement at the mentioning of a way to get rid of Grelle-sempai. And then when he didn't tell him what the idea was, the look on his face: priceless. Ronald chuckled again, then glanced at his watch. It was 6:23 in the evening. I'd better get to the hospital quickly if I'm to collect that old guy's soul on time.

Ronald arrived at the hospital. He looked at the file. The old man was supposed to be alone when he died; that would make it easier. He climbed in the room through the window and pulled his lawn mower in after him. He checked his watch. Only a few more minutes.

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"I'm here to see Craig Evenfall, if you please." Daisy smiled at the nurse.

"Of course! I'm sure he'll be happy that you're coming on a surprise visit." The nurse smiled back, and gave her a visitors pass. Daisy made her way up the stairs to the room she had visited so many times before.

"Grandpa, guess what? I decided to surprise you with a visit, and I brought your favorite biscuits-" She broke off, eyes wide in horror.

A young man had a law mower on her grandfather's chest, and was examining a long reel of film coming out of her grandfather.

"Grandpa!"

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Startled by a girl's cry, Ronald looked up from the reel of film entangled in his hands. Well, shit. A girl was standing in the doorway, a horrified look on her face and a tray of something (it was crushed under the tray) on the floor. She was rather pretty, with wavy light-blonde hair falling to the small of her back, and chocolate brown eyes. "Ah, h-hey there, miss, uh-" Ronald broke off, unsure of what to say.

The girl looked at her grandfather and burst into tears. "Stop," she whimpered. "Don't hurt him. He's been through enough pain. Stop. "

"Hey, now, take it easy." He cleanly snipped the film and the old man went limp. "Now I need you to, uh, be quiet and stand still." Really, all Ronald needed was time to think of a plan. What the hell am I supposed to do?! He could kill her, but then Will-sempai would scold him for making more work. Or worse, he could get his precious baby girl (his lawn mower) taken away for killing someone not on the list. He could try and turn her into a Shinigami, but most of the classes in the school were full up already. Then, he had an idea.

"Hey, punkin', ya ever ridden a lawn mower before?"

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Daisy found herself clinging to the back of this person, riding dangerously on something called a "lawn mower".

"Close yer eyes, punkin'. " The murderer called back to her. She did as she was told. She had obeyed him before and she was still alive, maybe this guy knew what he was doing.

"YAHOO!" She heard him holler, and she felt a slight impact and heard the sound of shattering glass. Or maybe he belongs in a nuthouse. She thought, frightened a little.

The lawn mower thudded against the ground. She heard shouts of angry and laughing men.

"What have I told you about breaking the windows?!" Cried one angry fellow.

"You have such a knack for breaking things, Junior!" A lusty voice called out with a giggle. Daisy grew a bit confused. That one's voice didn't help her figure out his(?) gender.

"Keep your eyes closed, punkin'," said the fellow she was clinging to. "Now, grab hold of my hand," She felt him turn to face her. "Up you go!" Daisy found herself lifted into the air and plunked on solid ground once again. She sighed with relief, and began to open her eyes-

-just as they put a blindfold on her.

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"Whaaaaaat?!" Grelle cried out. "How could you treat such a delicate lady in such a way! "Sempai," sighed Ronald, preparing to explain to Grelle why they had to put a blindfold on the little miss. He had just opened his mouth, when-

"Gotcha!" Grelle had slipped past Ronald and yanked the blindfold off the girl.

"Grelle Suttcliff! You fool!" Cried Ronald. "Now we have to kill her."

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What do you think? I'm sorry about how little Daisy and Will got as far as their point of views go. They'll get more attention next chapter, I swear. This was kind of like the set-up chapter, where stuff is introduced.

~Rabbit

P. S. If you're wondering about the chocolate biscuit thing, the European word "biscuit" is often equivalent to the American word "cookie". So she wanted to bring her grandfather chocolate chip cookies.