Hi! This is my first published Kuroshitsuji fanfic, so I hope I don't disappoint anyone! I decided to do a William/OC thing because I love Will immensely! :3 Please forgive any OOC-ness and please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors!

Disclaimer: Nothing related to Kuroshitsuji is mine. The only thing I claim is my OC and random characters that you don't recognize!

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(OC POV)

I slid my thin, wire-rimmed spectacles back on my face. This was the last straw! Eyebrow twitching, I stood up. With a flick of my wrist, the sickle-looking death scythe was flying toward the cinematic records. I grinned. Exam complete.

-xoxoxo-

"Very well done. You have earned the right to pick out a new pair of spectacles." The higher-up reading my report gave me a fake smile. "Remember to not let emotions get in the way of your work."

I nodded and laid my sickle death scythe on his desk, completely ready for a new one. One made to my specifications. "Of course, sir. Thank you." I turned and headed down to the glasses department.

"Hello there, darling!" My idiotic adoptive brother, Grell Sutcliff, said. "How did your exam go?" He linked my arm with his as we walked.

"I passed and I'm on my way to get new glasses." I smiled big.

"Congratulations. Welcome to the dispatch team!"

When we passed the General Affairs department, we found Ronald Knox lounging on a desk of a female secretary. "Did you pass?" He asked simply. I nodded, trying to conceal my evident joy. He swung his legs off the desk and leaped down, pulling me into a hug. "You're one of us now, huh?" He swung me around and onto his back. "Onward to the spectacles!"

I laughed. Ronald was my second favorite person, Grell being number one on my list.

We finally made it down to the correct department and Ronald put me down.

"Are Ronnie and I allowed to help you pick out your frames?" Grell asked. I could tell he was super excited about this.

"Of course. But nothing too fancy," I warned. "Or I'm never letting you help again."

About twenty minutes later, I had found them. The perfect frames. They were black with thick circular rims. Not too fancy, but not too plain. They looked nice with my hair and face shape. I took the frames off and gave them to Pops.

"Fit lenses to these, please."

"Of course."

Without glasses, I was terribly nearsighted. So much that I could feel a headache developing. I rubbed my temples and shut my eyes.

"Are you alright, dear?" Grell asked me. I opened a green eye and blinked at him.

"Please don't speak. I've a headache from Hell." With that statement, my eye slid shut, and we fell back into comfortable silence while waiting for my glasses.

"Sutcliff! Knox! Where have you two been? I searched the entire building for you." I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. That was the voice of-

"Oh, Will~!" Grell gushed. I sighed and opened my eyes to find the red-haired reaper clinging to our superior officer. William T. Spears. William didn't look amused in the slightest; he came off as rather irritated, actually.

"It would appear you didn't search thoroughly enough, Spears," I commented. "Otherwise you would've checked here first." His acidic green reaper eyes met mine. William had never shown any particular fondness of me, not even when he gave my class a tour of the building. Grell, Ronald, Alan Humphries, and Eric Slingsby had been the only to befriend me since my arrival to the Society, even at the trainee level.

"My apologies, Miss Sutcliff. I didn't consider the fact that you may be finished with your exam." He pushed his glasses up with his death scythe. William was clearly annoyed by this point.

"Will, darling, can you please not pick on my dear Scarlett?" Grell asked. William shot a glare at Grell.

"Miss Sutcliff, your spectacles are finished," Pops said, giving me my new glasses. I slid them onto my face.

"They're perfect!" I said excitedly.

"They do suit you rather well, dearest," Grell praised.

"Nice," complimented Ronald.

"Congratulations, Miss Sutcliff." Will bowed slightly to me. "Now, if you'll excuse us. Knox, come with me."

William and Ronald took their leave, Ronnie giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't let Will get you down, dear. He may not show it, but he does have a heart." Grell hugged me reassuringly.

"You think I'm concerned about whether that arrogant, snobby, self-obsessed, workaholic, goody-two-shoes Spears likes me?" I let all of my frustration with the raven-haired reaper out of my system, including a few colorful curses.

"My, I didn't know you felt so strongly about me like that, Miss Sutcliff," the infuriating voice said from behind me. I whirled on the spot, facing a smirking William. "And I also had no clue you could curse like that."

"Damn it! What are you doing here?!" I half-screamed. "I thought you left!" Grell put his hands on my shoulders, warning me to calm down.

"I left my scythe. I apologize." He picked up the shear-like scythe and turned around. The handsome reaper glanced back at me. "I have some work for you. Stop by my office in an hour."

"Whatever."

-xoxoxo-

An hour later, I was standing at William's door. I hesitantly put my hand up and knocked.

"Come in," his smooth voice said. I turned the handle and went in. William's office was clean and pristine. Every bit of it was organized... I bet it wasn't when Grell was in there.

The young, handsome man was sitting at his desk with his head bent over paperwork.

"You wanted to see me, Spears?"

"Correct. You and I are going on a reaping assignment in London together. There is to be a massive boat wreck on the Thames tonight, and we will harvest the souls. I presume you've acquired your new scythe?"

"Correct," I said in a mocking tone. "It's safely put away until needed. Unlike my gender-confused brother's."

-xoxoxo-

The moon was out and high in the sky. William and I stood on a rooftop overlooking the Thames. It was actually quite romantic, if you didn't mind the reason we were here. Damn it, get a grip on yourself. I mentally smacked myself.

William does not care about you, I thought. He just cares about work.

The clock tower chimed midnight. "Are you ready, Miss Sutcliff?"

"Of course, Spears."

-xoxoxo-

It was half past one in the morning. William and I both had collected our respective amount of souls: twenty each. As I turned to leap off the burning boat, William grabbed my arm.

"There's still one more soul to gather, Miss Sutcliff," he said. I glanced around, squinting into the smoke-filled air.

"Where?" I asked him. He pointed with his scythe to a little crying bundle, the wails drowned out by the roar of flames. "But it's a baby! Can't we just save it?"

"And leave it on the streets to collect in another year or two? Do you wish for it to suffer?"

I stiffened my back and pushed my glasses up. My bottom lip trembled as I approached the swaddled infant. Gently, I picked the baby up, cradling her in my arms.

"Hello, sweetie." The child opened her wide, chestnut eyes, tears glistening. "I'm going to help you get back to your mummy and daddy. Okay?" The little girl snuggled against me. She felt secure.

"I'm sorry, honey." I lunged off the boat right as it exploded with William at my heels. I set the infant down on the cobblestone and stared at her; she stared right back with a look of total abandonment in her eyes. I pulled out my scythe and held it out towards her. My hand visibly shook.

I felt a hand close around mine on the handle of my scythe.

"Can you do this?" William asked softly.

"Of course." My voice broke at the end as tears rolled down my cheeks. It hurt to reap a child, especially a month old baby. William's hand tightened around mine.

"Let me help, Scarlett." I turned slightly to face William. That was the first time he ever called me by my name. I nodded. "We're sorry, little one," he said. The blade of the scythe came down quickly and the baby screamed, in pain and in fright. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Daddy's gonna buy you a diamond ring," sang William.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass, Momma's gonna buy you a looking glass," I added. "And if that looking glass gets broke, Momma's gonna buy you-"

"Scarlett, it's done. She's gone."

I dropped the scythe and whirled around, tears blurring my vision. With a fistful of William's jacket in each hand, I clung to him, crying silently.

"Will! It was horrible!" I cried. He put an arm around me and pulled me into a standing position, my scythe in his free hand. "I never want to reap another baby!" He pushed me away lightly.

"Get a hold of yourself, Sutcliff. You're a Reaper. We have to do the job no matter the cost." He let me go and gave me my scythe back. "Come on. We need to file our reports."

I tossed my death scythe back to him. "Over my dead body." With that as my last sentence, I fell off the road into the Thames.

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-Melissa