Hollis walked around quietly in her new office, running her hand (clad in fingerless gloves) slightly along the smooth surface of her brand new, chestnut desk before plopping on the black roll-around chair. She giggled childishly with a dark blush as the custom green-yellow gaze, the mark of her species, ran across the office newly designated to her's truly.
For now, it was nothing more than a simple, white office containing nothing but her desk and chair. The floor was a nice, polished pine vacant of the dust most would see on such a flooring. Obviously, they had a good janitor program here as it seemed to young Miss Hollis Harvey that pine was a dust-magnet, and it was truly difficult to keep it clean for very long. In front of her, the only thing that sat on her desk with the sparkling, steel key to her new office and the plaque that certified her recent graduation from the Grim Reaper Academy. The young Shinigami had finally passed her final exam and graduated; now all that was left was to get her new glasses tomorrow and a new custom scythe in the next month or so.
The light freckles against her pale cheeks were more apparent with a dark red blush as she scooped up the golden plaque and pressed it against her modest bosom. In fact, she was so excited that she could only contain the coming squeal by biting her bottom lip and squeezing the plaque closer to her proportionately small figure.
Xxx
The office hallways were bustling with the normal traffic one would find in the Central Grim Reaper Dispatch Building. Shinigami returning from reapers or going out to them, secretaries coming and going with various files, and just regular, every day reapers off doing what they were supposed to do with their immortal lives filling the halls with their busy schedules.
Chester was one of these reapers as he found himself walking towards his office when he suddenly spotted one of the office doors open and a new, unfamiliar face-a new Shinigami fresh out of training. Normally, Chester Lee Smiths was the kind of reaper who found himself sitting in his office doodling instead of socializing with other reapers, or locking himself inside to continue his love and passion for the arts. He wasn't much of a painter, but what he could do with a set of pencils (colored or not) was rather extraordinary.
Overcoming his shyness, he felt compelled toward this new reaper. After all, he wouldn't be such a good co-worker if he didn't at least introduce himself. It took all of his courage to walk through that door with a goofy smile, earning the attention of the blue-haired reaper hugging a plaque to her chest. He tried not to stare as he blushed and stopped in front of her desk . "H-hello my name is Chester." he said as he held out a rather large hand to shake hers.
Hollis gave a kind smile in return, shaking his hand and giggling slightly; blush darkening. He wasn't the kind of guy you'd find in a magazine, but he wasn't entirely unattractive. He was more on the cute side than he ever was on the muscular, sexy man any woman would be attracted to in a sexual sort of way. With dark, short, and unruly hair that hid the small burn behind his right ear, and a lanky sort of stature (looking more like a tall bean pole than a human being), his cherubic face offered the most dorky grin Hollis had seen in her short life as a reaper.
She then pulled away, setting the plaque aside with her name: Hollis S. Harvey, and the normal words one would find on any graduation certificate. The blue haired Shinigami then shied away, leaning back in her chair and spinning around childishly.
"Hm I see your new and a fresh coworker..." awkwardly began the Shinigami who straightened his blue tie and then the cerulean glasses upon his face. "I'll show you around tomorrow, if you want. My office is right down the hall, three doors on the left. Stop by if you want...Right now I have paperwork to attend to. Good luck..." He then turned around with a nervous swallow, hiding his sweating hands deep in the pocket of his black dress pants, and then went to his small office.
He sighed deeply as he shut the door and leaned back against it, knowing that his reactions and speech were quite unusual-even for him. He didn't really expect that from himself.
He then sat down in his office to do his work which didn't end so well he kept doodling the cursive name, which he had caught by the plaque, on the corner of the paperwork he was supposed to be filling out and turning in within the hour- -Hollis. He hit his head on the polished, wooden desk and groaned. No work was getting done with his new-found obsession over the new reaper.
Chester couldn't shake the image of the freckled reaper wearing a white head band decorated with a large, blue rose in her similarly navy blue hair. The rose in her hair barely had different shades, nearly blending into each other unlike the bright red blush on her freckled cheeks that stood out like moon surrounded by the stars in the night sky- -heaven.
With an itch in his hand, he was nearly tempted to draw a picture of the young reaper when he gained a hold of himself and shook his head. No, work had to come first. No matter what, that had to happen. At least, that was what he tried to tell himself as he began to work on his actual assignment.
It was later that day when Holly decided it was time to explore the Dispatch building a litter herself. True, she had taken a tour before she took her final test, but it was a few months prior, and she knew that if she wanted to work here she had to get familiar with her surroundings. It was also true that, yes, she had an invitation for a tour tomorrow by the dorky reaper who had visited earlier. However, she couldn't just sit there all day and spin around in her roll around chair.
Nor could she decorate her office as she had no money at this point, and wouldn't be making any until she began her real work tomorrow.
Her fingerless gloves opened the door shyly, and she began down the hall after shutting said door behind her. Unfortunately for her, she noticed a redheaded man, flamboyant in all aspects, twirling a strand of hair as his figure pressed back against a wall. There was her mentor in front of this man, Rachel E. Goodwin...discussing dresses.
The brunette giggled, her own hands combing through the single, dyed streak of red in her chocolate brown hair. Rachel had been her mentor through the Academy, and it was a known fact that she had been in this division for only a good part of the decade after her transfer from the Paris Division (only five stories up from this floor). No one quite knew why the Frenchie had been sent five floors down to the London Division so suddenly with little notice, but no one really asked either. And when they did ask, it was usually answered with silence or an: "I don't want to talk about it".
Before Hollis could step forward, the redhead and her mentor turned their heads toward her nearly simultaneously. "Oh?" The man raised an eyebrow curiously and crossed his arms, red coat hanging from his elbows fluttering with the movement. "Lookie, a newbie~! It's not often we get a little one in the ranks. However, I thought the Dispatch would have better taste than that. Look at her! She's so skinny! She'll be gobbled up by the demons on her first day!"
Hollis shied from the over zealous reaper, head lowering as her shoulders rose to cushion it.
Rae only giggled behind her own gloved hands before speaking up and standing between them with her hands moving as she spoke. "Hollis, this is Grell-senpai. My mentor," introduced the brunette. She then stepped toward Hollis and leaned to whisper in her ear. "She might be a little over-bearing at times, I admit. But I wouldn't worry about it; you'll get used to it."
Only smiling and nodding in response, she remained quiet and stepped aside for another reaper passing by as the trio fell silent for several moments. And it was during this time that the blue-haired reaper was able to sum-up the mentor of her own mentor. Never in her life had she ever seen such red hair except for that scarlet streak in Rae's hair. Not to mention those teeth...
At the same time, Grell's eyes also flicked over the short reaper; although, he couldn't call anyone short when he was only 5"7'. "Ah, she's the mute, isn't she? Pity. She looks a little spineLess, don't you think, Rae-darling?"
Rae only scoffed, crossing her arms as she rolled her eyes. "She graduated two Years early and at the top of her class. Trust me, she's got more potential than I did when I graduated."
Grell smirked, revealing his shark-like teeth and causing the newly graduated reaper to retreat and take a few steps backward. He glided forward as the blue haired reaper backed into the hallway wall, and he stopped only inches from her to lean in and slam his hand next to her head. Hollis jumped, trying not to betray a shake as she stared at him with wide eyes. "Let's test that, shall we?"
Chester yawned, rubbing his temple gently as he looked at the clock. It was nearly noon at this point, and he had yet to take his lunch break. Closing his ledger, the ravenette stood and awkwardly straightened his tie. Green eyes looked over toward the nearby mirror subtly to look over himself with his mussed black hair. As he combed out his hair again, he blushed a bright red at the thought of meeting the new reaper in the hall. What would he say? Would he just ask her out? No, no, he wasn't nearly as bold as Ronald was.
'J-Just be...casual,' he thought, managing a light smile as he walked from his office and down the hall. He glanced over toward Hollis's office door, wide open to the vacant room. 'Did she already leave? What if she went to the cafeteria? We could have lunch together!'
Chester beamed, proud of his realization and his pace increasing on his way to the cafeteria. However, when he rounded the corner, he paused with wide eyes. There was the back of a certain redheaded mentor of his, too close to Hollis for comfort.
"Let's test that, shall we?" he giggled, tapping Hollis's nose playfully.
The blue haired reaper flinched, turning her head away from Grell with a disgusted cringe from the invasion of her personal space.
"Grell? What the hell are you doing?!" he snapped, suddenly summoning his medium sized, blue handled scythe much like the rookie-issue Death Scythes. In the blink of an eye, he pushed between the red and blue haired Shinigami to point the blade of his scythe toward Grell. "William would have your scythe for this!"
"Ah~! The cold hearted hunk of a sexy man~!" he squealed, squirming and hugging himself in delight. A light blush dusted his cheeks before he went on in his passionate babblIng. "Mmm~! I wouldn't mind being bent over his desk anyday~!"
Hollis used Chester as a shield, keeping him protectively between her and Grell. What in the world was this psycho talking about? The young reaper made a mental note to keep her distance. This Chester guy seemed like a nice guy, and it was then that she designated him and Rae as her unofficial protecters from Grell-anything to keep that scary lady away.
"Well then, Grell, unless you want to be little tiny pieces of a homosecual reaper, GO. HARRASS. WILLIAM!" he snapped, trying to sound as formidable as possible, but his hand betrayed a shake. No one ever stood up to Grell Sutcliff and lived to tell the tale except the famous William T. Spears himself. Knowing that Hollis would never survive his wrath, he tried to speak again, but it was hardly more than a squeak at first. "I-I also don't want to see you around her ever again a-an-and if I do see you around her, you will...you willl...
Grell raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the poor excuse for a threat. "Or you'll what, pipsqueak? Throw a crayon at me? Oh look at me! I'm trembling in my coat~!" He hugged himself, faking a pout as he shook his knees and then broke out into a madman's cackle.
Face turning the shade of the redhead's hair, Chester screamed. "Oh, that's it! 've had it with you!" He raised his scythe and swung to cut Grell by the waist, and he was too angry to realize the grin on Grell's face.
"It's inpolite to threaten a lady~!" he giggled,moving too fast for the younger reaper to realize what had happened, and the toe of Grell's boot connected with his spine. Chester stumbled forward, wide eyed as he tried not to fall on his scythe...or fall period.
Rae stepped between them, huffing as she held out her hands toward both sides. "Cut it out!"
Grell rolled his eyes, twirling a strand of red with a bored expression. "I hate rookies." He walked past Rachel, putting his hands on hips as he stood in Chester's face...or at least looked up to it. "Don't you ever dare threaten a lady again! If you fucking dare pull such a stunt again, I'll string you from the ceiling with your own damn entrails."
Chester scowled, bristling as his fists tightened and then moved to strike. Grell stepped back, eyes wide as he watched the punch miss his nose by millimeters. That surprise soon turned to malice as he caught the ravenette wrist to pull him forward and toward a wall. The reaper his a wall with a dreadful smack, falling backward onto the floor.
With a snicker, Grell rushed forward as if to beat the Shinigami into a pulp when Hollis stepped in between them, a determined enraged look on her face despite the slight fear inside. This only caused the redhead to scoff, intent on plowing through her only to have a strong hand grip his shoulder and hold him back.
There stood a certain blonde, a slight frown on his usually smiling face. Hollis knew this man from Rae...what was his name again? The man with the goggle glasses? "Just leave the poor bloke alone, senpai. He was just defending Kitten. It isn't worth it."
Rachel stepped in, helping pull back the madman with a concerned frown. Grell only grumbled, glaring at Chester and Hollis for a moment before crossing his arms with a huff. "Fine. I don't want to break a nail beating the shit out of him anyways. Come on Rae-darling, we'll be late." Flipping crimson hair over his shoulder, he strutted past the group with Rachel tailing close behind, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry" as she walked by.
Ronald held out a hand to Chester to help him up with a polite smile, but Chester only batted it away as he slowly sat up with his newly sore back. "I'm fine, Ronald." Gritting his teeth, he managed to stand and blushed darkly toward the redhead leaving him. It wasn't every day that he was made a bigger fool than he already was. "I guess they were right about him being the top of his field..."
With a chuckle, Ronald rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and looked toward the sound of clicking heels down the tiled floor. "Yeah. Grell's really the best at what he does. I guess that's why they haven't fired him by this point." Ronald then turned, looking at the bashful Hollis with a flirtacious smile. "So, Kitten, long time no see, yeah?"
Hollis blushed, turning red even more so when she caught the sly, flirty wink thrown her way. She looked away, earning a frown from Chester.
"I bet no one's given you the grand tour yet; follow me," he said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles tenderly before wrapping an arm around ehr waist and leading her down the hallway.
The blush on her freckled cheeks darkened, and she clasped her hands together in front of her and looked shyly down at the ground. The hand on her waist was much too intimate for her liking, and the other warm body pressing against her side made her shift a bit uncomfortably as she reluctantly walked beside him.
Chester's face heated up, turning a flaming red while he ground his teeth. Those green eyes focused on the arm around Hollis's waist, and his own hands clenched at his sides once more. It should have been him that touched her like that. It should have been him giving her the tour. But now it wasn't. He'd missed his chance.
Suddenly, he didn't feel like getting lunch anymore, and he went to his office to settle his jealousy. He hated everything at that moment, and he slammed the door angrily behind him. Plopping in his chair, he spun several times before he came to a stop, facing his paper-covered desk. Paperwork was something he didn't have the heart for, and as he pulled out a pencil and blank sheet of paper, he bitterly scribbled all over it before crumpling it and throwing it aside. Terrible. Just terrible.
His nose crinkled, eyebrows furrowed and the tips of his ears turned bright red Like his face and neck.
With a huff, he began scibbling all over various pieces of papers, sharpening his pencils when it dulled or broke with his grip that proved to be too strong. It was like a routine to him now, and he failed to notice when he rested his head on his desk...
And he couldn't remember closing his eyes and drifting off to a more peaceful place.
Xxx
Hours later, Chester awoke to a knock and a familiar, sing-song voice at his door. "Cheeesssstttaaaarrrrr~! Are you there, dearie~?"
With a huff, the reaper glared at the door and stood up with a bright red face. He growled, storming across the expanse of his office and opening the door to deveal a messy haired, tired, angry Shinigami that had literally just woken up. His glasses were wonky, hair sticking up in every direction, and drool dribbling on the corner of his mouth. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT?!"
"Relax dear, I'm not here to grind you into a pulp," sighed the mad ginger, sauntering past him to sit daintily on his desk with a sigh; one leg then crossed over the other. "I came to apologize, Chesie." Grell gave a small smile, flipping his crimson tresses over his shoulder nonchalantly. "It wouldn't be very lady-like if I didn't."
With a sigh, Chester closed the door and ran his fingers through his messy, black hair. "I'm sorry, Grell-senpai. You know how I am when I wake up. I am also very sorry about the fight. I sincerely apologize about that." The reaper walked in front of his mirror, trying to fix himself which was not working so well. Once he flattened his hair down, it would just stick back up, and once he'd fix his glasses, they'd fall down his nose again.
"No worries," Grell giggled, waving a hand nonchalantly. "You were just trying to defend you're little crush; ah~ I'm so happy for you, Chesie~!" Grell suddenly squealed when he hopped off the desk, running over to hug the ravenette and spin him around in his arms. "My Chesie finally found himself a little honey to call his own~!"
Unsure how Grell even knew how he felt, he first stumbled before deflating and trying to push the ovver zealous redhead. "G-Grell-senpai! She doesn't even like me! Calm down! She likes Ronald, not me, so just settle down!"
Grell paused, now frowning as Chester rubbed his forehead before sighing. His voice quieted down to a more melancholic tone, a deep sigh breaking the awkward silence. "Do you have any alcohol?"
With wide eyes, Grell blinked before scowling. Taking Chester by the shoulders, he forced the ravenette to look at him with a frown. "What the hell is your problem?! Snap out of it! Honey, getting drunk solves nothing!" He then pulled away, spinning before gigging and hugging himself with a wiggle. "You need to woo her! Send her flowers and presents in secret! Become her Romeo and let Ronald be thy Tybalt! Fight to the death for her hand! Prove your worth in a beautiful battle to the DEATH~!"
Chester stared at Grell who had ended in his famous pose, blinked once before sighing and walking past him. "If you don't have anything to drink, I'll go to the human pub. They're liquor is nasty, but effective."
He headed to the door, reaching out for the handle before Grell suddenly blocked his path. There the redhead posed against the door with a wide grin. His cheek rested on the wooden surface, one foot flat on the door and the other on the floor. "Oh dear, getting drunk solves absolutely nothing. Why would you even bother? Alcohol tends to make attractive men, such as yourself, seem like total bums. If you need to be distracted so badly, there are better things to do than getting drunk."
Chester didn't catch the lewd look in his senpai's half-lidded eyes as he looked down sadly. "Like what? Anything sounds good at this point..." A hand brushed back his hair as he closed his eyes tightly, trying to forget the image of Ronald leading away his crush.
Grell rolled his eyes with a smirk, his hand coyly reaching behind him to lock the door. How impossibly innocent he was...and he was his for the taking. Sure, he liked his men a bit...seasoned, but the end result would likely be the same and pleasureable for the both of them. As he twirled a strand of hair absently, he smirked and looked up at the obviously distracted young Shinigami. A big, strong man like that...Yes, this would do quite nicely~!
Giggling, the redhead cozied up to the front of Chester, wrapping his arms around his neck with one leg in the air. A thumb gently carressed his jawline, half-lidded eyes looking at a rather attractive face. "Anything~?"
With a frown, Chester tilted his head in confusion. Just what was he inferring to. As he spoke, his voice was quiet and reluctant, trying to figure out to just what Grell had meant. "Y-yes...anything..."
It was all Grell needed to laugh, grabbing the reaper's navy blue tie to roughly press him forward into a liplock. Chester had no time to react as he was suddenly pushed down and bent over his desk. A hand gripped his hip tightly as cherry-flavored lips massaged his own insistently. His eyes were wide, a crimson blush on his cheeks as he lay there, frozen. Unsure of what to do, he simply let Grell do as he pleased, only shifting uncomfortably at the tongue prodding at his lips. He pressed his hands to Grell's chest, brows furrowed at the thought of his friend and former teacher kissing him so intimately.
Grell retreated, a frown on his lips as he looked down at the panting reaper beneath him who had pushed him off gently.
"G-Grell..." he brought out, eyes wide as the redhead still held his tie and hip tightly. "W-what are you doing?"
With a smirk, the redhead leaned down, nuzzling his nose against the startled Shinigami's cheek before cooing, "Mmm, distracting you~" A coy tongue lapped up his jawline as he chuckled at the shudder it elicited. His lips reclaimed Chester's as his body pressed the other's more forcefully against the desk.
Chester shivered, falling in step with the kiss and limbs feeling like jelly as his shaky arms wrapped around the ginger's neck to pull him closer. His eyes closed, knees suddenly weak as he threatened to collapse at the tongue that had managed to slip inside his mouth.
However, it didn't last as it was the redhead who pulled away this time. "There," he giggled, tapping the trapped reaper's nose. The hand holding Chester's tie pulled away, instead resting beside his head before pushing off the desk and backing away from Chester. He fixed his red and white ribbon-like tie with a smirk, looking down at the panting prize lying there. "I believe my mission has been accomplished."
"G-Grell? What?" He was at a loss for words as his cheeks heated up and he couldn't control his racing mind. 'Why did he do that?!' he thought.
"What?" Grell echoed, leaning in close again to further mock the ravenette. A hand rested beside his head again, and his free hand placed two fingers upon Chester's abdomen before they slowly walked up his lithe torso. His smirk spread, half-lidded eyes smoldering as they looked down at him. A red tongue darted from between two lines of red to swipe over his own ruby lips-slowly and tauntingly.
Chester blushed even more. "G-Grell...could I have another?" he asked quietly, shifting a bit uncomfortably. He didn't understand what was happening in his own innocence, and he didn't know what would soon happen if he continued down this path. He simply knew that he needed this, and he knew that Grell could give him what he so desperately craved.
"Another what, Chesie? Another...kiss perhaps?" Those sinful lips pressed against the pale skin of Chester's neck, causing the reaper to shudder. "Or...more?"
"I-I meant a kiss," he brought out, eyes wavering at the sight before him. "Wh-What do you mean by...more~?" He nearly moaned as Grell kissed the faint burn mark behind his ear, feeling a foreign heat between his legs.
"Are you interested in finding out, dearie?" Grell giggled, nibbling on Chester's ear and pressing a bit more against him to reveal that he was in the same state of the one beneath him.
"Y-Yes," he breathed, turning his head to press his heated cheek against the desk. His hand timidly touched Grell's chest, unsure of what to do.
Noticing his anxiety, he giggled and kissed under Chester's ear before whispering, "Don't be afraid to touch, Chesie~" He smirked again, pulling off Chester's tie and letting it fall somewhere between who knows and who cares.
"Mmm, how far are you willing to go? Little Holly might be jealous if I stole you away so easily," he teased as he kissed the other gently and then thrust his hips forward against the other's.
Chester let out a grown, tilting his head back as he trembled and pulled off the other's ribbon tie. Shaking hands undid the buttons of Grell's waistcoat, ignoring what Grell had said.
Shrugging off his crimson coat, Grell laughed breathlessly as he made quick work of Chester's vest and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Distracted enough, dear, or...do you want even more?" he pressed, rocking his hips forward again with a mad grin.
A shaky groan fell past his lips as he squirmed, his thighs pressing on either side of Grell's hips. His face was cherry red, enough to rival the other reaper's hair, as he continued stripping Grell with a whimper. "M-More please."
Embarrassed by the continue inquiry about wanting more, he tried not to look Grell in the eye as he finally undid his shirt and stared shyly at the expanse of lean, pale skin.
"Well, at least you were polite about it," Grell giggled, he crooned, kissing his chest gently as he slid down his body slightly. "Are you sure~ you want this~?"
Chester paused, looking down at the red Shinigami with a bright blush. Slowly, the flushed reaper nodded, his hands resting on either side of his head.
Grell rose to wrap his hands in the other's, his lips brushing the ravenette's ear as he spoke sweetly. "Let go just for now, dearie. Just think about me for now...no one else. Can you do that for me...Ches-ter~?"
Author's Note 1:
hey this is RuGrimm~! Long time no see my lovely little darlings, no? It's just been a really busy summer for me, but don't worry, I have plenty of works in the making. I'm now on Archive of Our Own, and I have a few exclusive writings there. Go check them out if you dare~! Um, I will be posting a new When You're In Paris soon enough, and i've redone A Foolish Figure on AO3. It's under the same name as here, so go check that out. Also, my partner below has her own Author's Note, so check that out because we actually wrote this rp style. This IS 50% her work. ALSO, lol, I am actually here to say that I plan to post at least another chapter of this every week, and this will be part of a 3 book series. I hope you all enjoy this storry as it was fun to rp. We've been rping this since last June (2014), so it's been a long time in the making. After all this time, it's finally making its way to the public, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE put your input in the reviews, even if it's just one word, or sentence, or even paragraph. Every review we get is just incentive to post even faster! :D
AAuthor's Note 2:
Heya! This is crazigrl here, hehe. Ru-Ru and I have been working on this an awful long time, and I am so excited to finally get to share it with you all! Trust me, after a year of laughter, tears, blushing, And heartbreak, we are so very happy to get this out! It was loads of fun to rp, and I feel through this my senpai, RuGrimm, not only made me a better rper, but a better writer. I still feel though that Senpai is more dramatic and I am the comedic relief to set you back on your feet before Senpai rips out your heart again. So enjoy this and the rest which might take a while to get out to you all!