Chapter 1
Small message from author:
Hi guys. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you enjoy it. I'm basing it around Thomas Wallis, Grell and William from the 6th OVA from the second series. Spoilers are ahead, so if you haven't seen it, go watch it, or this probably won't make any sense and it will also ruin it.
I'm a total sap and didn't like the ending apart from the awesome teamwork from Will and Grell, so I've twisted it a little bit and made it a little more sentimental, if that's even possible, haha. I hope you enjoy it. I'll try to make the chapters a little longer in the future, I just wanted to get this out of the way. Thanks!
Thomas was in a particularly spritely mood that starry evening. After his encounters with those two slightly eccentric chaps down at the park his inspiration had sparked to a new level, and ideas shone brightly and gorgeously in his mind. He had walked home with a slight bounce in his step, and a smile he couldn't quite remove from his face.
Thomas was young, short, slender and thus – much to his irritation – quite unintimidating. His dishwater blond locks fell over his face and shoulders, strands that had pulled loose from his lazy ponytail fluttering in the breeze at the sides of his face. His eyes, icy blue yet somehow warm and welcoming, were sensitive and glazed over at every chilly blow of the wind. His complexion was pale and faultless, with the exception of scattered freckles across the bridge of his nose.
In brief, he was naturally a little feminine, both physically and mentally. He'd never been into the manual labour that his father had tried to push his only son into, but he'd never responded in the way that his father hoped. Quivering limbs and following aches soon overruled the idea of his future occupation having anything to do with such levels of effort, so instead focused on his only gift; his mind.
Although he wasn't scientifically or mathematically talented, his literary skills were quite phenomenal. He was creative, passionate, emotional and powerful with words, and quickly developed a strange obsession with the hobby. He'd managed to snatch himself a career in the publishing business – with good hours and good pay, at that – and was able to get an idea of what quality of novel would have the honour of publishing.
You see, writing wasn't just a ticket to riches and fame to Thomas Wallis. No, writing was about escape. With just a pen and paper he could forget his scolding father, the beatings, the disappointment, the teasing and the bullying, his features and flaws and all the challenges that faced him in life. A feather dipped in ink enveloped in his hand, he could delve into a magical, mystical world, where everything was simply perfect. In his world, everyone was happy. Everyone worked to get what they wanted, but in the end were always rewarded – it was equivalent exchange, and it was this world's only true policy.
The constant turn-downs from the publishing companies were demons, however. They set him lower and lower each time, bringing him to tears and even thoughts of suicide. It meant so much to him, and all he wanted in this world was to share his ideas and stories filled with hope and happiness with the world.
That was the problem, though. Even though his writing skill was undoubtedly quite beautiful, his actual plots and ideas were rather too avant-garde and radical for London's liking. They turned him away with advice to simplify, to lessen and to water down his thoughts, for in the supposed professional's eyes his stories were complex and bizarre. He didn't believe in catering to the audience, and it annoyed him when people seemed to do so. If he happened to flick through the work of a recently published novel, he found obvious twists, overused storylines, perfect characters and endings so dull that it made him want to tear it to shreds.
But this time, he was going to make it. A plot was forming and moulding into place in his brain as he skipped home. Arranging himself comfortably at his desk, he picked up the feather in his right hand, and began his tale of Will the Reaper.