Adventures of Grell Sutcliff to his death.

Prologue

In the deep woods of England was an old house inhabited by a woman who was also old, sitting with closed eyes behind a table full of bottles of weird substances. Then she opened her eyes and smirked, "Ah~, a guest." she said with a voice that was almost a whisper. Her door opened and a strong gust of wind entered with a silhouette hiding in the moonlight. The old woman just sat where she was calmly and she could see that the shadowy figure was a young woman in her 20's wearing a cloak and carrying a baby that had a swirl of red strands on its head. "Please,I need your help, witch." said the woman to the now old witch who was grinning widely.

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Episodoe 1:

It was a bright morning in the shinigami realm. Actually, it's kind of too bright to be morning. But the grim reapers there worked diligently and peacefully until...

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FWOOOSH, papers went flying and short skirts that were worn by some female reapers fluttered showing what shouldn't be shown to perverts and those poor women screamed while trying to hold down their skirts and also to try to hold onto those pile of papers that were falling and flying from their hold. Some others had their items crashing to the ground.

"What the hell is that?" some of them yelled. And when they see the cause of their distress...

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William in his office was as usual being so intense in his job. For some reason today he work while his left hand holding his shear's handle. His eyes immediately shifted to the door knob as it turned.

"WILLIA..."

PAP! The shear hit a person's head.

"OUCH~! WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR? IT HURTS" cried out the person who turned out to be Grell Sutcliff, clutching at his head and upper face painfully. There were papers scattering to the floor.

"You're late, Sutcliff!" William said. 'And I had always wanted to do that to you', his mind said.

Grell felt the pain on his head and face fade and opened his eyes and gasped, "Look what had you done!? I've been doing this since last night you know?"

"Really? Somehow I don't believe that."

"Well, today-"

"SUTCLIFF, COME BACK AND FIX UP THIS MESS!"

"SUTCLIFF, YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS HUMILIATION!"

Those reapers who had their things messed by Grell kept yelling to ask him fix the mess up until Grell couldn't take it anymore and turned to them with his hair slapping painfully to William's face and shouted, "SHUT UP! FIX THEM YOURSELF! I HAVE MY OWN MESS HERE!"

William stared at Grell while enduring the stinging pain. Grell turned back to William and blinked confusedly, "Did I say something just now?"

"Your paper?" asked William with his eyes twitched and pointing to the scattered papers.

"Oh, oh yes! I remember now. How could you do this when I had worked myself all last night?" Grell knelt to pick up his thick stack of papers and put it on William's desk.

"Are you sure you're not late because you're busy dolling yourself up?"

Grell ignored the question. When he already put them on the desk, Grell's attitude turned cheery again as he tiptoed to his supervisor. "Will~, can I have my day off today~? PLEASE~"

"No!"

"WHAT? WHY?"

"BECAUSE you're late! And stop screaming. Why do want a day off anyway?"

"I want to go to the human world to buy something."

"Aren't reapers' world shops not enough for you?"

"No! The shops here have nothing I wanted. Please Will, Please~!"

"Fine! Just go."

"REALLY? YAY~"

"But you'll get overtime later."

Grell didn't hear the last bit as he already ran away to transport to the human world. William on the other hand didn't care and just continue with his work.

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London:

The city was very busy that morning and peaceful, which was very lucky for Grell because this could eliminate the cause of his overtime. He took out his shopping list and recited silently what he needs:

1. Cosmetics, his cosmetics were all used.

2. Food ingredients. Though shinigami food is not that bad(actually they're delicious too), he still love the taste of human food ingredients which he could cook in his apartment.

3. Fabric and dresses. For his personal use.

4. Home decorations and books.

He recited them until he saw boxes of fresh fruits. He gasped at the sight of them and ran to the shop that sold those fresh perishables. "What beautiful apples~! Ooh, the strawberries too. And what's this?" Grell asked as he hold and orange coloured fruit that was smooth and was not round shaped nor was it square. It looked a bit like a tomato but he knew it's not a tomato.

"Oh, that is called persimmon. Some call it kaki fruit. It's very sweet." said the vendor.

"Sweet? Really? Can I try it?"

"Sure, I can cut it for a taste sample."

The vendor cut the persimmon fruit and gave some for Grell to try. Grell squealed at the juicy and sweet taste. The vendor smiled and said, "Looks like you like it. Anyway, there are many other fruits here that are imported and also grown locally. Would you like to taste and buy some?"

Grell liked the ideas and grab the chance to taste all the fruits available. In the end, he bought a medium bagful of apples, cherries, persimmons, strawberries and mangosteens. Actually he liked the others too but with his budget money, he settled with the ones he bought.

Then, Grell bought the other items listed in his list and in the end, his hands was full of shopping bags and boxes. They're heavy. He didn't know how long he had walked to find a secluded place for him to teleport until at last he surrendered and put down his things to catch his own breath. "You're tired milady?" asked a voice which made Grell jumped in surprise and he looked to where the voice came from.

"Oh, Undertaker, darling. It's you. Seems like I've stopped in front of your shop. But what're you doing out here. It's rare for you to come out."

"As rare as it might be, I think you're lucky to have stop in front of my shop while I'm not busy. Do you want to come inside for a little rest? You can continue after the tiredness fade."

Grell thought for a while and then agreed to the offer. Undertaker helped him carry some of his groceries and set them on a large coffin, unknown to whom it belongs to. After that, Grell flex his shoulders while huffing. Undertaker put two chairs on both sides of the coffin and asked Grell to sit, which he did. "Well, that's quite a lot of things you there, milady. Would you like some tea?"

"That would be good, darling. Thank you for letting me in."

A little moment later, Undertaker came with two glass of tea and a plate of bone shaped biscuits. Grell frowned at the biscuits but he ate them anyway and he squealed because surprisingly those biscuits were absolutely delicious. "How did you make such delicious biscuits? I would like to have the recipe!"

Undertaker chuckled, "That's a secret, dear. I'm glad you like them. Though I can tell you that the main ingredient is human brains."

Grell choked and his eyes widen, "WHAT?"

The mortician laughed, "I'm just joking. Now, don't scream. No human or corpse are harmed in making those biscuits. You can finish them off because I'm already used to their taste."

"Thank you. I'll freak out if you repeat that Bizarre Doll incident again. I'll hate to hunt such handsome man as you." Grell gobbled Undertaker's biscuit while said mortician watched in fascination. Undertaker didn't think of wanting to repeat the Bizarre Doll incident again because as fun and amusing that was, he still love his job and would like to see some amusing thing that will happen in upcoming future.

It was silent for a few minutes, except the sound of biscuits crunching, until Undertaker broke it, "So, you have a day off today, huh?"

"Yes, Will let me off today. It's rare to get this this chance."

"I think your superior doesn't give this time off for free, dear. There must some extra work you'll have later on. Ehehe."

"NO WAY! I can't let him do that after all that paper I did last night. At home! Anyway, I feel something amiss. More like...somebody amiss. Wonder who is it?" Grell frowned and tilted his head a bit. He knew it was somebody handsome but for some reason his brain right now is in a mush at remembering.

Undertaker chuckled when hearing that because he knew who was amiss. But he won't tell when he saw how genuinely Grell was thinking of who it was. He picked a paper and a pen and wrote an alphabet on it.

The crimson reaper looked at what Undertaker doing curiously. Said mortician raised the paper which showed a big letter 'S'. Grell think hard and keep guessing loudly, "Sssaaa...Sllaaa...S-ssubi...Sseebbbuuu..."

As Grell was guessing, Undertaker rested his right elbow on the coffin and his chin in his palm while his other hand held the paper. Whenever Grell was going to say the wrong syllables or name, he shook his head with that big crazy grin he had. Then it clicked to Grell who the 'S' was. Undertaker just grinned.

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To be continued.

Next chapter: Her forgiveness.