Put Down That Scythe and Come Crawling

The sound of old, rustling paper resounded through the arches of the Reaper Library. It was empty, for most reapers had left for the day. All that was left was William, finishing up leftover work that the other reapers had failed to complete. "Why am I the one that must pick up the slack of the other reapers?" he huffed, running his fingers through his hair. Out of nowhere, a small giggle erupted the empty halls of the library. William got up and searched the room, curious, before spotting Grell. William sighed, rolling his eyes. "Grell, what are you doing here?" The red-haired Shinigami looked up and flashed a smile. "My dear Bassy let me snap a few pictures of him! Oh, for a demon, he is soo angelic!" William rolled his eyes. Just then, a huge, leather-bound book fell off the shelf. It landed on the floor and began flipping pages. Grell gasped, and William quickly walked over and knelt beside the book. It stopped on a page. "It seems we have a late soul that needs to be collected…" Grell looked up. "Oh William, please let me come! Let me impress you, I will do a good job!" Grell got on his knees and pleaded. Soon, William relented. "Fine, let's go." They disappeared, leaving the book still open with the terrified face of a young boy on the open page. They appeared in a small alley, sewer rats scampering away from them. William pulled out his scythe and glanced around. Grell looked around as well, sticking his tongue out and scrunching his nose. "This place is disgusting!" "Shut it Grell, we can't let the humans know we are here!" A small whimper sounded from a puddle. William walked over and sighed. "There you are." The ten year old boy whined and glanced from Grell to William. Blood dripped from his side. Grell walked over. "Oh William, can I try it?" he made his eyes doe-like and pursed his lips. "Fine, be careful." William handed over his scythe carefully. Grell took it and pointed it at the child. "Have fun where your going…" he winked and pushed the scythe into the boy's chest. The boy felt nothing as Grell clamped down and tugged. The young boy let out one last, strangled breath before his eyes closed. "Now then, let's get going, good job." Grell beamed, absolutely amazed that William was proud of him. He was so happy in fact, that he slung the scythe around, managing to hit an old building. "Grell!" William hissed. A sound like breaking steel screeched out into the night. William looked up just in time to see the building crumbling down on them. For a few minutes, only silence ensued. Then, William sat up, shaking the dust and debris out of his hair. "Grell?!" For once, William sounded genuinely worried about Grell, but he was only met with silence. He stood and pulled up a huge wall to see Grell underneath. "Grell!" William dropped to his knees beside him. "Grell? Wake up!" "…." Panicking, William gently placed a kiss on Grell's lips. Grell opened his eyes and flashed a brilliant smile. "Oh Willy boo, you were worried about me! And you kissed me!" William blushed, and ran his fingers through his hair, flustered. Quickly, he regained his composure. "You idiot! You could have killed us both! Drop my scythe!" Grell dropped it sheepishly. "Tell anyone about this, and I will see to it you come crawling…." With that, the two Shinigami's disappeared, with no reminder of the kiss except for the tingling on both of their lips and the fluttering of their hearts.