A/N: Hey guys! So yeah, finally feeling some inspiration for writing again! My friend and I have been talking about Reaper!Alois for a while, so I decided to go ahead and write about it. This is an AU that takes places a year after the opening of season two. The original timeline in accordance to the plot of the second season will make more sense as the story goes on. For now, Alois had died and is now a Reaper in training.

More to come soon! Please review if you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuro :P

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow

"S-Stay back! I'm warning you! Don't come any closer!"

And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky

"P-Please! I never meant to harm anyone! I was out of my mind, I wasn't myself! It was the alcohol! She tempted me! Put your weapon down!"

And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back

"I'M WARNING YOU, BOY! PUT THE WEAPON DOWN! PLEASE HAVE MERCY! SPARE ME!"

And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart

"PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU, SPARE M-!"

And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

"…justice."

The bell had begun to toll, echoing through the halls of the Academy. Young boys and girls rushed to gather their books, write down their assignments and rush home for the day. It was a chrome-washed building filled with book smart professors and obedient students. Each day was the same. Go to class, go to lunch, finish class, go home and work. And that was the life they expected after school as well.

Work, work, there was always so much work.

And they never expected it to stop. For their work was some of the most important work.

They were Grim Reapers, after all.

In Academy, training to be full-fledged Reapers in the field, the students sat day after day, learning ethics and techniques. Each had a sickle at their side, matching black suits, and the same pair of glasses on the bridge of each nose. Life had been calmly mundane for the young Reapers. Nothing terrible ever happened to them. There were hardly any instances of broken routine. They simply did their duty to their families and their society.

And Alois Trancy was no exception to that rule.

Fifteen year old Alois was just like any other reaper his age. He was young, he was reckless, but he was obedient and calm when he needed to be. He went to Academy and studied like everyone else. He struggled a bit more than the others, but he succeeded anyway.

He had a simple life. A life of schoolwork, training and family time. He lived in a quiet flat with his adoptive mother and (sometimes) her lover. Despite the eccentric woman she was, Alois loved her dearly. She had rescued him, she'd given him a home and encouragement to enter the Academy. She was everything to him.

The little blond had reached the door to his flat, fingers fiddling in his pocket to find the key. He was a bit tired from his training for today, and living all the way up on the 14th floor didn't help a bit. It wasn't unlikely for Reapers to live in such tall and constrained situations. It made more room, building things taller rather than wider.

He finally reached his key, unlocking the door and entering. Ah….home.

Their loft was a lovely break from the chrome-painted walls of the Academy and the white-washed cubicles of the Dispatch. The walls were painted white, but were accented by dramatics splashes of red. Red carpeting, red sofa, red decorations lining the walls. For those who had never met the little family before, it was easy to see a pattern in their home.

The boy tossed his books down onto the coffee table, plopping himself down on the couch. He was exhausted. "Muuuuuuum…." He whined, curling up into a little ball. "I'm starving. Are you making dinner yet?"

"You're home so soon?" A voice called from the kitchen in response. Before the Reaper said another word, she appeared in front of the boy, smacking the top of his head lightly. "Get your filthy shoes off my bloody sofa. I didn't raise you to be an animal."

"Mum, you didn't raise me at all." He snickered, sitting upright and kicking off his shoes to appease his mother. He glanced up at the mess of long, red hair that stood before him. He could tell she had been working hard in the kitchen. Her hair had been pulled up, sitting in a messy bun atop her head. She had changed from her work clothes and had dressed in a pair of old slacks and a t-shirt, all covered in flour and egg.

"What are you looking at, darling?" She asked, crossing her arms over her red apron-clad chest.

"….Will's coming over, isn't he?"

Such a random change of subject. But it was expected from her boy. He was always quick to pick up on cues. Whether that was a good or bad thing, however, she never quite knew. Yes, Grell had always had her hands full when it came to the little blond.

"He is coming over. He's been working long hours at the Dispatch and I thought I'd take my day off to do something nice for him." Grell explained simply.

"Why? So he'll fuck you again?"

Dual-colored eyes widened, a flushed and furious expression now painting her face. "Language, young man! And that….that's just an added bonus!"

The blond shrugged, lying back down on the couch, green eye closing carelessly. He definitely was tired. He didn't have the energy to tease his mother any longer. "I don't know what you see in him…He's so dull. And all you do is fight with each other."

"William isn't dull." Grell sighed, leaning against the arm of the sofa, arms still crossed. "That's just how he's always been. I find it quite endearing sometimes." Her French tipped fingers laid atop his head, beginning to smooth down the messy blond locks. She knew that he didn't like when they fought. He didn't like to see her upset. "Sometimes we have disagreements…but it doesn't mean we don't love each other. It's just like you and I. I don't always agree on what you do, but I still love you. And I always will."

Alois' face didn't show it, but he was happy. He was incredibly happy to hear those words coming from his mother. He was always a lonely child. He never had any real friends here, and the others didn't seem to get along with him that well. But he was happy enough with his small family. He was glad his mother loved him. And he loved her right back. She meant the world to him. Without her, he was just some plain, silly boy.

"I love you too, Mum…" he muttered back, opening his eyes and smiling up at her.

Grell's face softened into a smile, leaning down to kiss the top of the boy's head. "Go get changed. William should be over shortly and dinner will be done soon."

"Alright, Mum…" He answered, lifting himself off of the sofa, grabbing his books up. He couldn't wait to get out of this damn suit. It was so uncomfortable…He trailed off to his room, closing the door behind him for privacy.

His room was nothing like the main room of the loft. It was a light blue in color, the sheets on the bed were messy and unmade. A keyboard sat in the corner and his desk was covered with papers and books. And to top it off, he had a neat pile of dirty laundry sitting next to his closet door. It wasn't until Alois was in his room that he began to feel like a child and not an adult. Carefree and disorganized and hidden from the rest of the world.

He searched through his closet, trying to find some clean, casual clothes to wear for the night. But his mind was in another place. He was just happy.

Alois loved his life. He loved his family. He loved everything.

But little did he know that soon, everything he knew would be wrong.