I looked in the mirror and searched around for my makeup, damn, he's done it again. "SUTCLIFF!" I yelled, and in reply I get practically tackled by my flamboyant tranny of a mentor.
"Julie~ good morning~" he was beaming, oh god… that can't possibly be good.
"Give me back my makeup, all of it, it was expensive and I had to buy new stuff because of you."
"But I ran out…"
"WELL THAT'S JUST TOO BAD NOW ISNT IT!"
"Temper, temper Jules" he scolded and I just about murdered the thing
"I DO NOT HAVE A BLOODY TEMPER!" I yelled, drawing the attention of some passing reapers. "AND IF I DO IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE TO LIVE WITH A GENDER CONFUSED QAUCK! BLOODY BRITS!" now I've probably got you wondering to things, 1) if your also a reaper with makeup aren't you no better then him? 2) Aren't you British? To answer your questions, I am, in fact, a female, not all reapers are boys you sexist bastards. To, I AM SCOTTISH! This, contrary to a certain idiot, does not make me British, because Scottish are from Scotland. Reluctantly Grell handed over my makeup, and I threw him out by his hair. And ya know what, even if he can punish me later, he won't. I sometimes wonder who the mentor really is here. God I remember the day I met the guy… that day was one of the strangest days I've ever had.
Flash back time
Juliet was alone, the alley was dark and the walls were stained with the blood of anyone who got near her, it was what she had to do in order to live. In order to survive. She was dominant, respected, feared, no one questioned her, and she loved it, what more could an attention hogging 5 year old want, right? Wrong, there was more, she wanted something fear couldn't get her, she wanted to be loved. So she tried to take that boys place, but that was a bad decision, because now she was alone, hiding from those people in a crate, in an alley with blood stained walls.
"I always thought places like these would look better in red"
What? Who was that? She whimpered. She saw a flash of red and some he/she thing had opened the box. It was tall and had broad shoulders like a man, but it had a satin ribbon around its neck, the long black jacket made it hard to see the whole outfit, right now she didn't care though, she held out her knife to its throat, she could find out the gender when it was dead.
"Oi! That is no way to treat a lady!" she said? Was it a she? It pulled a chainsaw out of thin air. The smaller of the two stared at it for a long time. Grell had been sent to investigate the murder of several inhabitants of the village. But could it really be this girl, she looked so cute and innocent, so he looked closer. She looked normal, except for her hair, it was blonde but starting to turn black at the roots, he didn't know that was possible in humans, then he noticed "you, you're a…" she stared up at him, with acid tone eyes
"You didn't… try to kill me…" tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. "My name is Juliet…" her English wasn't very good, and her accent made her words hard to understand. 'I suppose I'll have to teach her' sighing heavily he reached down and pulled her out of the crate.
"C'mon squirt" she only nodded… finally she had gotten her wish.
Juliet's POV
I gave in and tossed him the mascara "make sure you bring it back"
"Oh and Julie, we're going to meet will today…" my mood instantly changed. No. not that man. I hate that man. Grell does everything he can to impress him and he only gets shot down. He's the devil in a death god's body.
"Why do you bother with that thing? You deserve better" I stared him straight in the eyes.
"Juliet just because he..."
My eyes darkened "don't you ever mention that again…" 'I can't cry… I have a reputation to uphold"
"Juliet it would've happened sooner or later... he was so s-"
"SHUT UP!" I had snapped, "Don't ever speak of him again." Ever again Sutcliffe.