Chapter 1: Just Another Day

Authors Note: Hello there, ladies, gentlemen, and other. I'd like to say before we get started that this is my first story, so be nice! (Unless it completely sucks. Then you can be mean.) I've always liked the grim reapers on Kuroshitsuji, (except for William, who I think has a stick up his butt) so I decided to do my first story about them! I don't really know which direction this story is going to go in, it might have lots of action, or it might lean towards romantic, probably a bit of both. This first chapter is sort of an introduction, lots of fluff. Hope you like it!

William T. Spears sifted through the paperwork on his desk. These days, it seemed that was all his life was made of. Paperwork and overtime, some of it caused by that damned demon, Sebastian Michaelis. And the Earl of Phantomhive, the child.

'Just a bit more,' William thought, 'just a little bit more and then you can go home.' He sighed, attempting to let out some of his frustration in the small sound.

Suddenly, a certain red-headed reaper stormed into his office.

"William!" Grell Sutcliff shrieked. "One of those lousy interns stole my boot!" William sighed again, rubbing his temples.

"How so?" He inquired, dreading the answer.

Grell jumped at the invitation "One of them provoked me, saying that my clothes were ridiculous! The nerve! So, I chucked my shoe at the insolent little brat, and now he won't give it back! I need my heels, Will! That was my best pair! Do something!" Grell finished, out of breath from his rant.

Will calmly fixed his gaze on the annoying red-head. "Since you, in essence, gave him your shoe, I see no reason to interfere in this matter." Grell opened his mouth to say something, but William cut him off. "With all the trouble you've caused, those interns could well be above you. I do not have time for your frivolous antics. Now, please leave my office." There was no inflection, no emotion in his voice. Grell left Will's office with a hurt expression on his face. What William didn't see was the single tear that rolled down Grell's face as he stormed down the hall.

William sighed yet again, in a mixture of relief and irritation. Just another day.

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Grell continued down the hallway until he reached the scene of the crime. Fine then, if Will wouldn't help, Grell could do it himself. He didn't need anyone's assistance in making that peon's life miserable.

"Hey, you there!" Grell called. The reaper turned to face Grell, and a smirk appeared on his face.

"Oh, what's up, freak show? Want your heels back?" He taunted. Grell seethed at the disrespect coming from this insignificant little twerp.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Freak show or not, I am your superior officer, and you will show me respect, or I will have you fired. Is that clear, brat?"

The intern laughed at him. Laughed at him! To his face! That was it, he had crossed the line. Grell's yellow-green eyes flashed, and he grabbed the intern by his completely drab tie and looked him strait in the eye.

"Excuse me," The red-head began in a deadly snarl, "my hearing must be bad, because I could have sworn you just laughed at me to my face, but I know that you couldn't have, because that would have been very rude, and I don't like bad manners. Now, I suggest you scram before I decide that I'm not hearing things, and give you some etiquette lessons. Leave. Immediately. As in NOW!" Grell screamed the last word, and he must have sounded very threatening, as the offending intern and his buddies were all out of the room in seconds. Grell picked his shoe up off the floor, and checked it for damage. He guessed he didn't need Will after all. He chuckled as he put his shoe back on.

Just another day.

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The sound of soft, insane laughter could be heard in the darkness of the shop. Undertaker giggled as he worked on a particularly gruesome corpse. The young man had gotten involved in a gang war, and had been beaten to death. It wasn't pretty, to most people. Undertaker, however, found it strangely appealing.

He munched on a bone cookie as he worked covering and mending the wounds. Undertaker didn't know why he enjoyed this. Perhaps there was something wrong with him. He burst out laughing at the thought. Of course there was something wrong with him, and there had been for a long time. And that fact would probably remain so for the rest of his life.

Just another day.

Author's Note: So, didya like it? Didya? Well, didya? Sorry if the section about Undertaker seemed a little short, I couldn't think of much. Oh, and FYI: I probably won't be able to update very often. I'll try, but my parents don't like me to be on the computer too much, and when I do get on, I get distracted (darn ADHD) But I promise you I will try, especially if I get reviews! (hint, hint) I'll take anything, good or bad. Well, bye!