A/N: Wow! I'm really sorry to everyone who followed and reviewed. I tried writing chapter 2 three times but first I lost my notebook and then my computer decided to just die horribly. After all of that I wasn't feeling all that motivated to write this again (I knew I would get back to it but I didn't want to do it at the time) but after I let my friend Jordan read it she essentially begged/motivated me to do this (EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU JORDAN~!) Jordan also did the cover photo of Cezzánne for us (she took creative liberties). Well here I am! Back from the dead with lots of progress! As I'm writing this I'm thinking that this chapter is not as long as my first one (sorry) but I'm finally uploading! So this is chapter two. Chapter three is done but I will upload it in just a couple days (I'm so mean) and chapter four is in the works! So if anyone is still out there I appreciate you sticking with this story! I hope you like it as much as I do :)

Second order of business: Thank you to everyone who followed, favourited and reviewed! I read back over it a few weeks after uploading and noticed a bunch of random mistakes and I promise to do something about those soonish. Also there were supposed to be breaks between time lapses but for some reason they didn't show up. I hope it wasn't too confusing and for this story I hope they show up.

Also- I've inserted a few things throughout the chapters that will give hints as to what will happen in the story if you can figure them out ;)

And I didn't do this last time so: I don't own any of this except Cezzánne and my plot. All other characters and information is from Yana Toboso.

Red heels clicked sharply on the white tile floors of Shinigami Dispatch. After releasing his death scythe to a small rip between the dimensions of Earth and the Shinigami realm Grell had angrily teleported away from the living world still holding his beloved sister in his arms.

William followed his red-clad subordinate throughout the Dispatch hallways, knowing that if he let them out of hi sight, they would have opportunity to make plans and get a story together. "Reaper Grell Sutcliff I demand that you stop this moment."

"William! She's hurt! I had nothing to do with this! I had no idea I swear!" He stepped into the medical wing of the Dispatch building and laid his now sleeping sister down on a cot before slipping out into the hallway.

William followed. The two had a quiet rushed argument.

"Sutcliff stop this I will not play this game with you any longer. I do not intend to allow you two to cause me anymore unnecessary work. Contrary to what I know you all believe I do not find pleasure in filling out form after form when I could be at my house. For Death's sake Sutcliff it's not my job to clean up after your messes!"

"William you goddamn idiot I've told you I had nothing to do with this and she didn't know where I was or what I was doing! For Death's Sake William when will you get that stick out of you ass?!"

The two reapers looked at each other for a few moments.

William pushed his glasses up with his scythe.

Grell put a hand on his hip.

They gave their responses in unison.

"I apologize Sutcliff. That was out of line."

"You're a fool Will. A goddamn idiot."

"… You know you two will be receiving a harsh punishment. Especially you Reaper Grell Sutcliff."

"Tch.," Grell uttered disapprovingly. "Will, I'll take my punishment but-"

"Of course you will take your punishment. You do not have a choice in the matter."

"Yes. Well. If you punish my sister I'll refuse my punishment. I won't work. You need me Will. I'm the best you-"

"The way I see it, you need me. From your comments just today I can simply add 'insubordination' to your list of problems. You are in no position to-" he raised his scythe with both hands so that the pole protected him from the roaring chainsaw that was suddenly streaming towards him. "You're in no position to tell me what or will or will not do Sutcliff." He'd become apathetic towards these little violent outbursts of Grell's"

"Will, I swear to you you pompous son-of-a-oh?" He turned his head to look towards where he felt something brush against his hip. Cezzánne had walked out of the room and was beginning to walk down the hallway opposite of the two male reapers' heated struggle. "Ah! Cezzánne darling!" Grell waved his chainsaw in the air side to side in a panic before sending it to his pocket rip in space and going after Cezzánne, the sounds of his heels on the tiles, William's huff and footsteps following Grell as he walked. "Cezzánne?"

The younger of the red reapers continued to walk along, her eyes wide and amazed. She made no reply as if she hadn't heard her brother.

Grell had a sad, pained expression on his face. "Cezzánne honey… ah, Cezzánne stop for a…" he reached out to pull his sister back, but couldn't stop her before she ran into someone, "… minute… Why hello there Mister Jameson. Sorry about that. She's a bit off today." He pulled Cezzánne away from the imposing man before them.

William huffed and prepared for the worst. His boss was here. That was never a good thing. "Honestly," he said under his breath before bowing a big to the older man. "Hello Mister Jameson I hope your trip was pleasant. Please tell me if there is anything I can help you with this evening."

"Spears," boomed Jameson. "Good work on finding these two. Sutcliff, Grell. Come with me. Spears, do something about Sutcliff, Cezzánne."

William gave the man a nod, pinching the bridge of his nose while leading the woman to his office by her tattered sleeve.

He had been doing alright, He never allowed people into his office unless they were being punished or delivering completed paperwork, so being isolated with Cezzánne was doing a number on him. He couldn't focus on his paperwork wither padding around his room and touching all of his books so he sat at his desk, quietly reading the same sentence over and over in his mind. Frustrated, he changed a glance at the red woman as she gently rolled his glass snowglobe off of one of his shelves and onto the floor below where it shattered and spilled liquid and small white particles onto the floor. He rarely was the London snow because he had so much overtime that he didn't often go to the Living World. Now he would have to buy another. He uttered a "tch" of disapproval and stood from behind his desk. A knock sounded on his door. "Honestly." He directed the woman to a chair across form his desk. "Sit." She sat. "Stay."

"She's not a dog Will."

"I did not say you could enter."

"Jameson said I could come. Such a handsome man…"

"Jameson?"

"Oh, yes. Don't you think he's just dreamy?"

"He told you to come here? Is he still here?"

"He demoted me."

"Indefinitely?"

"Until you trust me and give me authorization to get my scythe again."

"Hm. So you won't be working in the field then."

"No I will! But it might take longer because my new scythes are so small." He raised the two small apparatuses. "Safety scissors… but they're red~! So beautiful!" He chuckled and let his eyes fall on Cezzánne. "Oh yeah, there is one more thing… You know when I dropped Cezzánne off in the medical wing? Well I guess the nurse that saw her asked her some questions and did some simple tests… anyway she found me when I was talking to Jameson and… she said that Cezzánne could be suffering from memory loss and shock, which could contribute to her confusion and inability to speak. She can nod and shake her head of shrug but… I guess it seems like she does not even have the ability to speak. The nurse said something could happen later to jog her memory but for now she's in a very fragile mental state."

"Honestly, Sutcliff, what does this really have to do with anything?"

"Well, um…" The red reaper chewed his lip nervously. "Jameson heard what the nurse said and … long story short he wants to run a little experiment. He knew how great of a reaper Cezzánne was and he doesn't want to lose that. He wants you to train her back up so she can be just as good as she was before and in order to make it easier on you he wants her to stay wit h you. That way you can 'keep an eye on her' as well as getting her back to 'successful working status.'"

"You must be daft if you think I am going to believe you. Keep you r sister at my residence and train her personally? I am overworked as it is and-"

"I know you wouldn't believe me."

"Then why bring up this foolishness. It is evident that you only wish to put your problems onto me."

"No! He-"

"I did tell him to relay this message, Spears."

William straightened at hearing his boss' voice. "Sir, do you really think this is the best idea?"

"Yes, I do. It will all work out. Sutcliff's scythe has been confiscated and can only be retrieved from an in-person recommendation by you. I know how overworked you have been and keeping an eye on Sutcliff while he is in the field would be an inconvenience. His new scythes will prevent him from causing too much damage on the Earth. While you are training Sutcliff, Cezzánne, she can help you with the paperwork and by the time she is competent at working again, it will permanently take some of the work of your shoulders. I know what I am doing Spears, William. Do you intend to disobey?"

"I- no, sir, Thank you sir."

The tall man nodded towards William, shot Grell a sharp look, and exited the office.

"Told you~!"

"Shut up Sutcliff." The dark reaper sat back at his desk and massaged his temples. "This is a disaster, she is completely useless,"

"That's my sister you're talking about and you're getting mighty close to crossing a line you probably don't want to cross."

"Would you like to counter-argue? She cannot talk and she has the knowledge and attention span of a two-year-old."

"…Please, Will? Can't you just be nice to her for a little while? Can't you try? I promise if you really truly help her, I'll go by all the rules and do all my work right~!"

"I do not really have a choice…" He stood and began to gather his things into a neat pile. "This 'experiment' will be a reflection on me and my ability to perform my duties as a manage. If you uphold your duties, maybe they'll promote you back up again. They might even give you a knife to use." He picked up the pile of papers and headed to exit the office. He looked at Cezzánne and nodded his head towards her. "Come."

She raised a brow at the retreating figure before looking at Grell. He big his lip sadly and nodded. "Go on, you're going to stay with the scary man for now." As his sister got up and joined their boss as he began locking down dispatch for the night, Grell shook his head fondly. "Ah, cold as ever Will."

William loosened his tie as he entered his smallish, standard, managerial apartment. It was basically the same as when he moved in. masculine structure. A sharp black couch in the living room with a matching chair at its cornet. The kitchen had all the amenities, though it had never been used. William either worked through dinner, didn't want to go out with the members of his staff, or was too tired to make something at home. The one personal thing he had added was a cooler that stood next to the lack chair. It was shaped like a globe and anyone who saw it would assume it was on e. At all times it held cubed ice, a whiskey glass and his favourite brand of whiskey from his academy days. He put three cubes in the glass and poured some of the amber liquid into it, shaking th class a little and sinking into the chair. "you're tracking in dirt."

The red woman gave him an apologetic look and began to take off her wet and muddy outerwear.

William sipped his drink before setting it in the cooler and grabbing a notebook and a pen. He began to write as he spoke. "Tomorrow we will have to get you some new glasses. We can pick up some clothes from your and Grell's apartment. And I will have to enroll you in Academy." He placed the notebook down and undid his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck. "You can shower first. I was not prepared for this so you will have to wear one of my shirts to sleep." He disappeared into his room for a few moments before coming back with a pile of things. "Here is a shirt, two towels, and a pair of pyjama pants. The bathroom is through my bedroom. I will prepare the couch for you to sleep. Do not wander about my room."

Cezzánne nodded and obediently went off to prepare for the night.

When Cezzánne came back to the living room she was drowning in her senpai's clothes. She was much slimmer than he was, and the broader shirt and waistband were about to fall off of her. She held the shirt material at her chest and wrapped her free arm around herself in hopes of staying clothed. She looked around for William. Je was still working on his drink and massaged his temple with his free hand. He quirked an eyebrow seeing how the woman was holding herself. "Are you cold? There are a few blankets on the couch for you."

She nodded, knowing that her presence was causing a problem and not wanting to be a further nuisance to the man.

He swallowed the remaining liquid in his glass before emptying the ice into the kitchen sink. "I'll be off," he said before locking himself in his room for the night. He knew that no matter how long Jameson's 'experiment' took, it would feel like an eternity to him.

And he was quite familiar with eternity.

"Cezzánne… tch, Honestly."

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!