Shinigami Love
Grell
For all blood's shortcomings it is a gorgeous colour. As I ran my specially-adapted scarlet death scythe through the chest of some primitive little human child I couldn't resist dipping my fingers into their blood and coating my lips with it. I took a long look at myself in the metal of my death scythe to see if this was a good idea. It was. The way the semi-congealed blood darkened at the edges of my thin lips really plumped them out considerably. I minutely adjusted one of my false eyelashes and then winked and grinned seductively at my reflection. My luscious cherry coloured hair flew into my face as I swished my head from side to side. The overall effect of perfectly coordinated hair, spectacles and lipstick was almost overwhelmingly attractive. If I did say so myself.
My Bassy wouldn't be able to resist me with the crusted blood of a human boy not unlike his own master Phantomhive covering my lips. I unbuttoned my long crimson coat to reveal the black waistcoat beneath; Bassy was masquerading as a butler and sported his own waistcoat. I knew he'd be overcome my sexiness if I too played at that game. After I'd straightened my white and red striped necktie and ensured that my ahir was free of bumps and knots all the way down my back I dug my black and magenta heels into the ground and took flight towards the moon.
Ryuk
It was so boring just sitting around waiting until I could write Light Yagami's name in my Death Note. At first I had enjoyed watching him slowly pollute his own soul until he was more shinigami than human but by now it was rather tiresome. All Light did was kill criminal after criminal; the only interesting thing he'd done all the time he'd had ownership of that blasted notebook was murder his father and the detective, L. No doubt he thought he was doing the right thing by choosing to kill who he did and the way he did but I disagreed. Light was so sneaky about everything that it was no fun. The only good thing about the human world was the apples, I decided, as I crunched on one sulkily from the roof of a skyscraper.
Light barely even spoke to be anymore and I couldn't remember the last time we'd played Mario Kart together. That Misa chick was hot and I really liked her but then Rem had come into the equation and made it clear that Misa was her property. Besides, I don't think it would have worked out anyway because Misa seemed to find me somehow…ugly. What I needed was somebody to love, somebody to take my mind off my tedious existence. I needed to clear my head. I ate the last of the apple core and stretched my wings as wide as they could go before plunging off the rooftop and into the night.