Author's notes: I apologize for no break between my notes and the writing last chapter. It completely escaped my mind, and by the time I submitted it, it was too late. This time around, though, I will have that break!

Once again, I do not own Kuroshitsuji or Soul Eater, or any of the characters within them. This idea was all of my own making, lalala. You guys know the deal.

Thanks for reading, once again. I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first!

Chapter Two: Soul Restoration

Perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently along an oak desk. A stack of papers that was almost as tall as his knees were on his desk, one of them underneath his hand that held a pen with no intention of writing. He let out an exasperated sigh, looking at all the work he had done in the past three hours. He'd filled out his name, Grell Sutcliff, the date, November 30th, and even written the name of the reaped, James Donahue. Why did he need to fill out five papers on this one soul?

William had dropped the papers off this morning, meaning business, and only that. "Grell, these papers are to be completed by the end of the day. I am far too behind in my own work due to your slacking," He had said coldly. He earned a grin from Grell and then a scowl as he looked at the papers.

"But William! I—"

"No buts, Grell. I need this done, understand? I have been working overtime for the past two months and for once I'd like to come home on time." He had a point there—Grell hated how late his cold lover came home. There was a price at avoiding his work, and that price was the lack of kisses and other activities from his dearest.

"Fine." He stated with a pout, taking the papers and setting them on his desk. He grabbed a pen and shooed William out.

But now, almost four hours later, he was still glaring at the half filled out form. He had never been one for paperwork; Grell was aggressive. He loved fighting, confrontation, anything of the sort. Reaping was his natural born gift, and although he had many slip-ups, he was one of the best reapers at the Dispatch Society. But his foil, William, was quieter and focused. He enjoyed paperwork and keeping everything in line. Grell was an exception; from their long past, he'd learnt to tolerate the flamboyant reaper. There was no point in avoiding him: Grell only came on stronger. But one day, William seemed to give in completely, and ever since that magnificent day, Will also learned a new thing: how to keep business and romance separate.

Finally giving up, Grell stood abruptly and set his pen down. His red coat hung over the back of his chair as he left his office, heels clicking against tiled flooring. He was going to go reaping, yes, that'd calm him down. Walking into the reaping's lobby, he went to the first open window and leaned against the counter. "Sutcliff," He said, the person on the other side of the glass staring for a second before searching through files. Everyone was aware of how Mr. Grell Sutcliff worked. When faced with paperwork, he ditched it by taking any reaping possible. And that applied to this situation.

"We have two available reapings for tonight, both in London." The boy spoke, handing two books over. Grell grinned, sharp teeth exposed, as he ran a finger over the cinematic records.

Without even muttering a thank you, he picked up the books and walked off. With one of the books tucked under his arm, the other in his hand as he scanned through the history. These books always had fascinated him. He loved learning about his victims before distributing the final blow.

The first soul was to be collected in about an hour, so Grell hurriedly grabbed his coat and slipped it on. His beloved chainsaw was propped in the corner of his office. He cooed at the sight of it and picked it up before taking off. He hadn't waste any time, for if William caught him, he wouldn't be very happy.

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One soul down, one more to go. The sun was setting in London, and it was getting very cold out. Even his thick coat wasn't keeping him completely warm. In fact, his teeth were chattering as he read through the next record.

"Running through the streets, stopping in an alley," He said, reading the words as they wrote themselves. Walking through the streets, he soon came to the alley where the words had stopped. Looking towards the end, he saw a small boy looking back at him.

"Crona Gorgon," Grell called out loudly, shutting the book and tucking it away in his coat. "I've come for you soul," He said with a smirk, baring his teeth as he walked down towards the boy.

"M-my soul?" Came a meek voice. Grell quirked an eyebrow as he perched his chainsaw over his weapon. Sure, the book had mentioned he was younger, but not as young as the lilac haired boy looked now. His wide eyes drooping, a frightened look on his face. The red head almost felt a pang of guilt.

"Yes, I didn't stutter." He spat, lifting his chainsaw and revving the motor once. Just as he was about to strike Crona, the other's head tucked protectively in his lap, his arms hugging himself, Grell stopped. Something inside of him just couldn't bring himself to hurt this child. After a minute of hesitation, he turned off his scythe and leaned against it once again. The sudden silence caused Crona to look up, his face still genuinely scared. Grell just watched the other, his face showing no emotion, but his mind was racing a mile a minute.

He could only perform this action once during his career. Was he sure the time was now?

Grabbing the book once more and a pen, he flipped to the last page with writing and spoke aloud what he wrote. "Crona Gorgon is saved by soul restoration." He shut the book once done and looked back down at the small boy. He had just saved Crona's life, letting him live longer past his death date.

"You're coming home with me," The red reaper said, extending a hand.

Crona stared at the hand hesitantly. He was shivering nonstop. What did he have to lose? A moment passed before he took the gloved hand and stood.

The chainsaw propped on his opposite shoulder, Grell walked with the boy. William probably wouldn't be too happy, having a new member sleeping in their apartment. But for now, Grell just had to think of how to explain this to Will. And he didn't think motherly instinct would work this time around.