AN: Summary: Lyssandra and Jonas - two Grim Reapers who aren't very grim. Join them on their adventure into the underworld of London, to solve the case of the Elixir of Life, which is preventing the collection of human souls, getting in the way of a Reaper's job. Along the way, piece together the events that led up to a disaster, a tragedy, the prelude to their current case.

If I actually created Kuroshitsuji, do you think I'd be making my own fanfictions of it? (Not when I could get a novella published instead...)

"Miss… Miss… Miss!"

Lyssa's head snapped up quickly, slamming into the concrete wall behind her. "Dammit!" she cried, rubbing the back of her cranium with her hands, scowling at the officer behind the bars in front of her. "Whattaya want? I was takin' a bleedin' nap! …sir," she added scornfully. As if the formality would do her any good after cursing aloud at the officer.

He returned Lyssa's caustic glare and bit back a sour comeback, instead taking out his key ring and selecting the one for the girl's cell. "It would appear that your bail has been paid, miss," he said, opening the door and motioning for her to get out. "You are free to leave, although I still don't see why they didn't put you on trial instead…" he said, muttering the last part to himself.

Lyssa shook out her black and mahogany locks of hair walking out of the cell. She beamed transparently at the officer, before exiting out of the station. She stared up at the sun, basking in its light. Stretching out her arms, she let the rays shine down on them, until the sound of crunching gravel behind her caused Lyssa to turn around.

"You're certainly in a good mood," said a boy with crescent-moon glasses standing across from her. He had his arms crossed, and frowned up at Lyssa, since she was a good couple inches taller than him.

"Jonas!" she practically shouted, running at the black-haired boy and grabbing him around the arms to scoop him up in a massive bear hug. "Oh, how I've missed you so!" she spoke dramatically. "It's been too bloody boring and dreadful without you around to tease."

Jonas sighed, but managed to pat the girl on the back. He flashed a small smile – kind of because she couldn't see it – but cleared his throat just as quickly, motioning Lyssa to let go of his arms before she crushed them like those logs in the bayous last year. "Yes, yes, I'm sure that was a horrible, traumatizing event for you, Lyssandra, but now you owe me –" he checked his calculations in his head "– sixty-two dollars and fourteen cents for bailing you out of there."

"That much, Jonas?" Lyssa put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. "I've been in that cell for, what? Two weeks and a half? And that's how you welcome a lady back?" She hmphed, but the twinkle in her eye showed that she wasn't really upset with Jonas.

"Hey though," he said, a-little-bit-but-not-really apologetically, "I did manage to snag this from the officer's desk while paying the bail." Jonas reached behind him and, as if pulling it out of thin air, revealed a blue and gold parasol with what appeared to be silver lace lining the material in five or six rings around it. He tossed it to Lyssandra, who caught it with ease. She smiled holding it in her hands.

"Oh my goodness!" she said, twirling the thing about and swinging it like a bat a couple times. "I had almost forgotten about this! And how useless I'd be without it, eh, Jonas?" Lyssa said, smiling wider. She flung her arms around the boy again, catching him off-guard. "What would I do without you?"

Jonas blushed at the tight hug, surprised at himself, but quickly dismissed it through sheer will power. He could feel Lyssandra trembling, even though her face had been joyful seconds ago. Being alone in the officer's cell for eighteen days must have really gotten to the girl, he thought. Because Lyssandra and Jonas were usually never too far apart for too long. Usually never.

He patted the taller one's hair, softly, showing gentleness only seen rarely by few. "I'm here for you, Lyssandra. That's what being partners means."