A/N: This will probably only be a two-chapter long story, but it's worth reading...I hope :')

Red. The color of beauty. The color of death, pain, destruction. Nobody saw. Nobody cared. He was just a nuisance for his collegues, a hassle. Of course he was! He was trying to be the opposit of who he truly was! It was better not to let people get close to him, for one day his time would come. Be it by a reaping accident or by his own hands. It was better to leave no one behind. Though, deep inside he wished to have someone he could talk to. Someone who wanted to listen to him, who saw his agony, who wanted to embrace him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But there was no one like that in dispatch. They all thought he was truly the flamboyant reaper he let on to believe he was. He was so used to this facade that it became a part of him. Even if he tried he wouldn't be able to act...naturally around the reapers he knew.
So here he stood. The roof looked like one big water pool. He looked over the city of London, the night was still young and his next reaping assignment was going to be underneath the very building he was standing on. He could even see the old funeral director's mortuary from where he stood. It was right across the street after all. There was a fancy looking carriage at the door too. Digging up old memories, Grell recognized it as the Phantomhive's. Now he thought of it, Grell hadn't even looked at the name yet of the person he was supposed to reap. He doubted even William had seen it before he handed the file hastily and shooed him out of his office. Grell sighed as he opened the file. His eyes widened at what he saw. He felt time stop before he slowly backed away from the edge of the roof. Sure this couldn't be the one he should be reaping?! His mouth kept gaping at the name written on the suddenly too bright white paper. The picture on the upper left corner confirmed everything though. He swallowed thickly before looking at the time of death. 2 PM. Good, that were three hours to prepare himself.

In Willliam's office

"Sir? Have you seen the last name on the To-Die list?" Ronald Knox asked looking pale and shaken.

"No, I gave the file with the last name to Grell. What does it matter, Knox?" William asked not once looking to the young blonde. Ronald sat down heavily. To his right lay William's To-Die list and he quickly grabbed the book and turned the pages until he was on the last one with names. "Knox! I needed that page." William said angrily. Now he had to look for it again and some names were very common, meaning it was written more than a few times. Ignoring his boss, Ronald shoved the book back to William.

"Look who senpai's supposed to reap." He said in a barely audible whisper. William's anger was immediately forgotten when he read the name. He looked up at Ronald and stood up from his chair hastily.

"We better find Sutcliff fast." William said. His heart was beating furiously against his chest and in his ears. William was quick in forming a portal and pushed Ronald through it first before going through himself. Reaping someone was one thing. Preventing someone's death was another. They weren't supposed to prevent anything but they were Death Gods, surely they could stretch a life span. Right?

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: Oh my, who's Grell supposed to reap then? A fellow reaper? A human with a demon as buttler? Hmm...guehehe that's for me to know and for you to find out~
But I can assure you that it's no one you think MUWAHAHAHAHA