HEY EVERONE, I AM NEW TO THE ANIME COMMUNITY, SO THIS IS MY FIRST STORY HERE. IF YOU KNOW ME FROM ANY OF MY OTHER STORIES, YOU SHALL RECOGNIZE THE ANCIENT REAPERS TO BE THOSE FROM MY DC Young justice STORY. THESE ARE MY OWN PERSONAL CHARACTERS, NOT BASED ON THIS MANGA, DESPITE THEIR GRIM REAPER/ DEAMON CORRELATIONS. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THE FIRST CHAPTER REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED.
The visit was definitely a surprise to everyone. No one actually thought any of the ancient reapers would still attend to meetings in the dispatch or tend to minor things going on in the offices. Yet here they were, walking down the hallway of the shinigami dispatch in london, reapers parting way to let them pass, awe and amazement in their frozen expressions.
A young man with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes was one of the few striding down the hallway, his stance seeming rigid and rehearsed, dull and bored. Taking one look, no one would guess he was near 200,000 years of age, making the Undertaker seem like a baby in comparison, but yet he wasn't even the oldest.
A girl walked next to him, her distinctive features being her long, poofy, electric blue hair and dark indigo eyes. Her boredom radiating off her with her sluggish rolls of her eyes and persistent blank face. Compared to the blond man, she was considerably a few years older than him, though her age was still something to faint at when considering she looked like a young adult.
Next to her, walked a slightly taller man with dark ruffled hair, dark red eyes and….horns on his head. Reapers sneered at him quietly, secret disgust in them for the man with the traits and scent of that of a demon, but a single cold glare from the dark haired individual would freeze them in place as if medusa herself had given them the glare.
Next to him, a tall woman with grand brown hair and chocolate eyes looked forward, poised and graceful walking down the hall with a grandiose display of hidden strength and beauty with each step. Her gaze however was impassive and uninterested. To her, this was one of the most wasteful moments of her long 300,000 year lifespan, walking into a dispatch to observe the understaffed office, but a necessary task.
Finally, an equally tall man walked next to her, his features however where hidden by the hood of his robes, a single glint inside the hood revealed a trace of existing glasses on his nose. His age, unlike the others was a mystery. All documents or evidence of his age were no longer present in any files, almost as if he was never born to die, yet exist in some point in time.
Together they walked down the hall, heading to find the head supervisor, a man by the name of William T. Spears.
"Where do you think Mr. T is hiding, Michael?", The bluenette reaper said as she looked around.
"Dunno, don't care Belladonna", Michael, the blonde man said, shrugging slightly. He glanced forward and looked over to the horned man in front of him, watching his tail swish from side to side. Michael stepped forward carefully towards him, trying not to step on the other's tail, laying a hand on his shoulder as a form of comfort. Michael had long noticed his presence wasn't entirely welcomed. "Blake, just ignore these... children."
"Heh, I guess you're right, Mike", Blake responded chuckling softly, smirking slightly. "After all what are they, like a century old?"
"A century or not, their behavior has something to be desired of if they treat a member of the high council, like yourself Blake, with disrespect", The brown haired woman said, not turning around to address them. "I, being a reaper with a high stature in society, but an infamous history as the demonic entity, Bloody Mary, is treated with respect. The sickening difference between myself and Blake is mere physical appearance. I find it a shameful excuse to direct ridicule towards a person."
"Thank you Miss Mary", Blake said nodding slightly.
"There is nothing to thank me for Young Blake", Mary said as she finally turned to address him, a soft smile and kind eyes directed at him.
"Heyya, Boss how long do we need to stay in this trainwreck, I think we've seen enough", Belladonna asked as she twiddled her finger in her thick hair in boredom.
The hooded man turned his head slightly, he spoke softly, "As soon as we find the supervisor of this establishment and have a more thurow investigation we shall leave."
Michael turned to argue and was gently, but forcefully cut off, "I understand your dislike in these types of matter, especially you Blake." Blake looked down at his feet, finding them interesting to look at as he continued walking. "I don't approve of this behavior either, but there isn't much we can do from here. We might as well finish the task so we can report back as soon as possible."
Just then a red blur crashed into Blake, sending the red blur to land on the ground, all scythes of the elders pointed down at her. All other reapers in the room gasped and froze in their spots.
"Oh, Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!", She yelled as she shot up from the ground, her glasses on the floor, detached from the string on her neck. She got down on all fours and patted down the ground, almost as if she had no idea who she was in front of. It was honestly an amusing pathetic display of naivety, which it was. She seemed to have no idea who they were.
"I didn't see you there, i'm truly sorry. Um, is it alright if you can help me get my glasses, I can't see.", She asked politely, sending them a sheepish shark tooth smile.
Blake did a double take at that, looking over to Belladonna, who merely shrugged in cluelessness, and to Michael who just raised a brow. Mary looked over to the hooded man beside her, who had not taken out his scythe and directed it at the red-haired shinigami. He merely stepped forward, took the glasses off the ground and gingerly pressed them back onto her nose.
"Oh, thank you so much, I'd be in deep trouble if Will found out I broke them", The red reaper said smiling, looking up at the hooded figure. Although she couldn't see him clearly, he seemed to have a ghost of a smile on his features. He silently extended a hand to her, which she took gratefully. Seeing their leader's kindness towards this reaper and the red reapers passive behavior towards them, they swiftly disengaged and put away their weapons.
"I'm sorry dear, but if you don't mind us asking, what's your name?", Mary said as she stepped forward, a kind smile on her face.
"Grell Sutcliff Madam", Grell said as she sent her a large shark-like smile in return. "What your's if I may ask?"
"I am Mary", she said as she bowed he head a bit, smiling at the younger.
"Belladonna", The blunette said as she nodded her head to Grell, silently admiring the red reapers hair.
"Michael" "Blake", Both men said at the same time, each extending a hand for Grell to shake, which was both at the same time.
Grell then turned to the hooded man, to see him take off his hood. Grell's eyes widened at the ivory white locks of hair, the steeled gaze behind his shining glasses, and his radiant glowing eyes. "And I am Simon H. Macabre"