Yay! Second chapter! I hope you all love it! :)
Please forgive any OOC-ness and please forgive any grammatical/spelling errors!
I plan on switching between character perspectives, just to warn everyone. I'll say which is who at the beginning of each chapter. A great, big thank you to AnimeWonderland101. I wouldn't have been so inspired if it weren't for her. Go read her stuff! It's awesome! :)
Disclaimer: Nothing of Kuroshitsuji is mine. The only thing I claim is my OC, Scarlett Sutcliff, and random characters that you don't recognize!
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(William's POV)
I watched, bewildered, as Scarlett plunged herself into the freezing Thames. Without thinking, I flung the death scythes aside and jumped after her.
"Scarlett!" I called. I saw her head bob once above the water before she went under. "Scarlett!" I dove under and swam to her limp, sinking form. With an arm wrapped around her, I brought us back to the surface.
As soon as I laid her down on the pavement, I flopped down beside her, breathing hard. "Scarlett," I said. "Can you hear me?" She didn't move. I pulled myself up on my hands and knees and crawled to her. When I saw she wasn't breathing, my first reaction was to panic. But the composed me surfaced and sat her up. I started to pat her back rather hard.
Scarlett coughed and water spewed from her mouth. She opened one green eye and looked at me. "Will? You saved me again..." She let her head tilt back as she fell against me. "Thank you..."
I sighed with relief. She was alive. I swung her up into my arms with renewed strength and started back to the office.
-xoxoxo-
"William Spears! Explain to me right now what happened!" Grell shrieked. I wasn't really surprised; I had expected him to go off. Scarlett was, after all, his little sister. What I didn't expect was the rest of them siding with him.
"Seriously, Mr. Spears! We were worried sick! You two should've returned about an hour ago! I thought Mr. Sutcliff was gonna-" Alan Humphries quickly slapped a hand over Ronald's mouth, effectively silencing the younger reaper.
"Hush now, Ronald. Let Grell handle this." Alan looked up at Grell. "I think he can speak for all of us."
Scarlett stirred in my arms. Eric Slingsby strode over and took her from me. "I'll take her to the infirmary. Sutcliff," he darted a glance at Grell, "sort this out."
I watched Alan and Ronald leave with Eric; Scarlett was still unconscious in his arms.
"William!" Grell's irritating voice screeched. There was steam curling from the roots of his crimson hair.
I prepared myself to face the worst scolding of my eternal life.
-xoxoxo-
It had been three days since the accident in London and the others wouldn't let me see her. With a few threats of overtime, I had convinced Ronald to start giving me updates.
"She's awake and fine right now, Mr. Spears," he said. Ronald leaned on his mower. "Last time I saw 'em, Mr. Sutcliff was braiding her hair."
"I'm going to go see her. When Sutcliff leaves for a break, say that you've got the next shift covered. I'll sneak in and you'll stand guard."
"Yes sir, Mr. Spears...?"
"More enthusiasm, Knox!"
"Yes sir, Mr. Spears!" He saluted and walked away towards the dispensary. I hid back behind the corner of the corridor, waiting for Ronald's signal. Five minutes later, Grell walked out of the infirmary and spoke quietly with Ronald. Then he left.
Ronald gave me a thumbs up. "Coast is clear, Mr. Spears, sir!"
I stepped into the private room, shutting the door behind me and locking it.
"Alan? Is that you? Did you bring us cocoa?"
I stepped into her view and bowed. "Scarlett, I apologize. I was wrong to speak to you in that manner. The first child-reaping isn't easy. Forgive my discourtesy."
She twisted her braid up before securing it with a clip. "I've been wanting to apologize for my behavior, as well, Spears. I was wrong; I had no right to speak to my superior officer like that. You were correct; I should keep my emotions out of my work."
I decided that this subject was still a bit touchy, so I moved on to a different subject. One that I had been personally concerned about.
"So why have you been in here longer than your recovery?" I asked her.
"I caught a slight cold and have been healing." On that note, she sneezed, making her vibrant crimson hair fall from its place.
I surprised myself by pushing stray strands back from her eyes. "Rule number one: all Reapers must wear glasses."
"I was asleep! I didn't want to crush them." She crossed her arms. Scarlett looked at me over her shoulder. "Give me my glasses. They're on the dresser."
I grabbed the black frames and gave them to her. Once settled on her nose, she returned to the easily irritated reaper I'd known for a year and a half.
"So, why did you sneak in here, Spears?" She asked. Her green eyes-the same shade as mine-watched me, waiting for my answer.
"I wanted to make sure you were alright."
"Why didn't you just ask Grell for updates?"
"I did. He told me to leave you alone."
"..." She stared at me.
"I didn't want to have a shortage of soul collection officers. That would be more overtime, and that would be annoying."
Scarlett turned away from me.
"If you don't mind, Spears, I'd like you to leave. You had no right to barge in. I'll tell my brother and the others if you don't leave right now." She held a shaking arm up, pointing at the door. "Out."
I quietly slid out of the room and started down the hallway, ignoring the stare of Ronald, and moving on autopilot. My mind was occupied by thoughts other than running into a wall.
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-Melissa :)
