Grell's Cup of Tea
Prolougue
The Glasses
If you think that working as a shinigami is easy, you're very wrong. I can't deny that jabbing my death-scythe in a target's abdomen and reaping yet another soul isn't satisfying, but by the end of the day I'm completely exhausted; especially because I have to keep up my appearance and appear fabulous while I execute my missions. Even though I don't need that much sleep, it's comforting to know that when my shift is done(and when I'm fortunate enough not to have any after-hour assignments) I can simply go home, kick of my heels and lie down on my oh-so-lovely, crimson divan. I'm sure that you know how deeply satisfactory a little rest feels after a full day at work.
The motion of the sun rising wakes me up. It's quite peculiar how one can fall asleep after crying for hours about a significant other that you can never be with. The worst part is that I stained my favourite rose-patterned pillow with a mixture of tearsdrops and mascara. When my mind starts to wonder around one of my peer shinigami, there's no going back. I just can't help myself when such a banquet to the eyes, with those glamorous, lemon-like eyes starts to infest my vulnerable mind. I should figure how to get him out of my head, even for a while so I can concentrate; he's just so mesmerizing. Oh well, I should stop daydreaming and pull myself together. It's time to start a new, fabulous day!
I head for the kitchen, heat some water and pour it in a lipstick-red mug. As I reach for a package of rosemary tea, my body starts to tingle all around. In an instant I acknowledge what is happening. A certain person is nearing my house. I can feel his presence nearing mine. It's William! In a medley of panic and excitement I try to grab my tea-mug, but my startled hands can't seem to function properly and soon my carpet is violated by a mush of hot water, tea and broken ceramics. Great, isn't that a treat? I ruined my favourite mug in a matter of seconds. To top it all off that brown-ish stain on my elegant carpet will make it look like a spongy crème-brûlée for at least a week. But there's no time to worry about my fashionability now. William has always preferred coffee over tea, so there's no time to waste! I've never been a coffee person myself, but William has always liked it hot & steamy, so I can't blame him. I start to prepare a cup of expresso, but when I glance towards the door, I see those classy, square-framed glasses, that glimmer splendidly in the diminutive light my apartment provides.
"Greetings, Grell." he says, in the most exquisite tone of voice.
Why, oh why didn't I put on my velvety dressing-gown on this morning?
Stay tuned for Chapter I