-Grell 2-

-?-

I awaken. I am a butterfly~ I fly gracefully in the sky! But in reality I am...

A dragon!

-Grell-

Madame Red dragged me through the town by my ear.

"Oh come on now Angelina! It wasn't that bad!"

"Not that bad! He called you a slut in front of the whole town with a cup on his-"

"I've done worse!"

"Mulan!" She shrieked and tuned to me a face a lovely shade of angry red

"What? At lease he wasn't naked yelling that in front of the entire town!" She raised a hand to slap me but before she could Hannah appeared laughing

"Good show Mulan!"

"Mother?!" Madame red stood dumbfounded at Hannah's laughter.

"I'd always hoped it would be one of my family's that would make that old fart look a fool!"

I couldn't help but wonder why the author had decided to make Hannah my Grandmother...

"Mulan disgraced herself in front of the entire town!"

"And I'm very disappointed in her" Hannah said as she whacked the back of my hand with her hand "but it was a wonderful way to disgrace herself!"

Angelina made a noise that sounded like a frustrated puppy before walking in the direction of a large house.

Hannah and I walked up the hill. Almost all the way I was silent realising not only was I sobering up, but also many of the people I knew here... Were acting strangely out of character! This was either the authors fault or some of the characters were acting like the movie characters rather than themselves to make the story work...

We eventually made it to the house and was immediately greeted with the song 'London bridge is falling down'.

Oh no.

Hannah pushed the door open and there before me was Drussle winding his music box round and round scowling at me.

"Mulan, I think it's best you go spend some time in the garden." I heard Madame red say quietly next to the door. I started walking away quietly. I looked back at the door and I could see Drussle holding back tears... This would have been a very poignant moment is he didn't scare me witless.

The garden was filled with cherry blossoms and a wide variation of flowers. In the middle of the garden was a shrine which I assumed was the family ancestors. Assuming I was in ancient China and that I was Hua Mulan... That meant that in this world there were no death Gods... Strange to think I could be the only death god here.

I walked into the shrine reflecting on this for longer looking around at the mirrors with the names of dead ancestors on them... I sighed as I looked into the largest at the back of the shrine. I wiped half of the make up off on my kimono sleeves... Despite not being a part of this world I still felt the characters feelings. I'm must be an exceptional actor.

"Who is that death god I see? Starring strait, back at me... Why do I have to be, stuck in this world as me?" I slapped myself gently in an attempt to pull myself together.

When did I become so sentimental?! I'm a death god and an actor for Shinigami sake!

I suddenly heard the sound of galloping abs and horses riding up to the house. I looked outside the shrine and saw a wall with a circle shaped hole in it. I snuck over to it and listened in to the voices talking.

"You know he can't go to fight in his state!" Madame red was shouting

"We need every man to come help us with the fight against the Angels!" I heard a man shout (I think it was that grouchy police officer, Lord Randle, that used to annoy Bassy and Ciel)

"My husband cannot fight!"

"He has to!"

"Calm down" WILL?! I peeked round the corner and saw Will talking to Randle and Madame red… shirtless. "There is no need for such a commotion. Your husband or a male in your family is to come fight. Make your decision by noon tomorrow" Will is shirtless!

Will left and Randle reluctantly followed. Madame red fell to the ground crying...

As the afternoon became evening I walked into the house to try and find some food. I eventually found what looked like a dining room. There was a large table with plates all along it. There was only one left with food on it. I looked around incase someone saw me taking their food when

"That food is yours Mulan, stop gawking and eat". I looked behind me and there was Madame red. She looked as if she had been crying again and she looked very angry too. I sat at the table at ate the (now cold) food.

"Listen" she continued as she sat across from me "what happened today... I talked to the matchmaker and... Quite honestly it was his fault" I nearly choked on my food. I quickly had a mouthful of (now iced) tea to clear my throat. "I know, it's not like me to say that. But considering this is you Mulan and the question he asked I'm not all that surprised you answered like that!" I stared at her wide eyed. "Your father is still upset but he will calm in time... Which brings me onto-"

"The war?" The room fell silent again as I said that. The cherry atmosphere Angelina had brought back suddenly faded...

"Yes... Your-"

"Father had been asked to join the army?" She looked at me in confusion

"How-"

"The garden is a very open space, everything echoes and you were shouting rather loudly." She looked embarrassed and hung her head

"I don't know what to do" she whispered. Finishing the food on my plate I decided something... If I'm stuck in this world I might as well act along with it...

"I'll go in his place" I said taking a sip of ice cold tea "I know, I'm a woman and so I shouldn't fight. But I can't just-"

"Mulan you can't!" She shouted over me "this is the war against the ANGELS! Not only are you a woman, you are a child!"

"I've come of age!" I shouted at her

"That is not..." She made that strange frustrated sound again and lay her head on the table. "You are not going and that's final." She growled. I stormed out the room and (with some difficulty) found my bedroom. I slumped on the bed and looked to my side. Amongst the sheets and clothes and knick knacks around the room was something long and shiny. I picked it up... And then immediately dropped it because of its weight. I stood up and picked it up. It was a long sword with intricate engravings on it. Along the gold and bronze hilt were more carvings and engravings along with the words "plot device" written along the handle.

Staring down the hilt of the sword I had a worrying realisation... To make sure I can get out of here and getting to the end of the story...I have to cut my hair off...

Oh death God...