The records in the reapers' library are ordered from A to Z by last name, the birth-year of the person you are searching for, and the opposite of their zodiac sign, catalogued backwards. It would have been quite confusing to find Bassy's cinematic record if I didn't already know where it was.

For once, the library was silent, and William was gone, and I had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted with any book I could reach. Of course, there was only one in mind... I tore the dusty leather-bound book marked "Sebastian Michaelis" from its resting place and sat hugging it on the marble floor.

"Oh, Bassy, one day you and I will be together forever! I promise you!" I shouted. My voice echoed throughout the empty hall. It really was deathly silent in there when Willy was gone.

"Ha! Deathly silent! Get it?" I laughed at my own joke and opened Bassy's record book to the last page. When I first read his record, I was expecting to see some juicy stuff- he is a demon, after all- but all I found was him kissing Ciel and buttoning his shirts and cooking his meals. "If you kiss Ciel like that, I don't see why you can't do the same to me!" I screamed into the empty air. "Don't think I'm not watching, Bassy!"

Humph.

I've been waiting for the chance to do this ever since the Undertaker demonstrated how it's possible to change someone's record. It's so simple. I don't see why William never taught me before. It's almost as if he doesn't trust me.

"Sebastian Michaelis," I began writing, "Proposed to Grell Sutcliff in March of the year 1892... In a beautiful London garden where the two lovers watched the colorful butterflies flutter from flower to flower. His lady was dressed in a beautiful red sundress, with a matching sash and hat, and Sebastian wore his usual black suit, his hair was combed and his eyes stared straight into her soul, expressing the true love they both felt for each other.

"Suddenly, he got to one knee and pulled a small silver box from his pocket. 'Grell,' he said, 'I want to know you will always love me and we will always be together.'

"'Of course, Bassy!' I- scratch that- Grell said, 'Forever and ever and ever... And ever!" I giggled. "Oh, this is just too romantic! I can't stand it! Sebastian placed the sparkling ring to his soon-to-be bride... The two kissed, and their wedding was held the next month at the chapel of-"

"Heh heh heh."

"Undertaker!" I slammed the book close and felt my face grow warm. "What are- What are you doing here?"

He placed a hand on my shoulder. "May I see that book you're holding, Grell?"

"No. It's mine."

"Oh?"

"No, it's not mine." I fell onto my back so my head was between his feet and I was staring up into his golden green eyes. Those eyes... No wonder he had to keep them covered under his hair... Those eyes could enchant even the strongest man...

"Whose is it, then?"

"Huh?"

"Whose cinematic record is it that you're holding there, hmm?"

"Bassy's. Er, Sebastian. Michaelis. Sebastian Michaelis'."

Undertaker knelt next to me on the floor of the library. Our eyes met. Please kiss, please kiss, please kiss, I mentally tried to message him. He groped for something in the pocket of his black robe.

"Undertaker?"

"Yes, Grell?"

"Do you-"

I didn't get to finish my question. The Undertaker found what he was looking for- a pink bookmark. The pink bookmark. It think it's called the "Pink Bookmark of Death" or something similar but I couldn't recall at the moment.

"Forget something?" he asked.

"Are you supposed to use that when changing the records? So, everything I just wrote..."

"Heh heh heh. What is it you were writing, anyway?"

What was I writing? Something about Sebastian? Did we kiss yet? What would Undertaker's children look like? Pink hair, green eyes, freckles? My face turned red again. How I both loved and loathed that color.

But mostly loved. It was red, after all.

Undertaker tried taking the book from my hands. I jumped up, pulled out my Super Awesome Death Scythe of Death (scissors), and tossed the book behind me. "Mine," I said.

The Undertaker mirrored my move, swinging his own Death scythe (an actual scythe- go figure) inches from my face. He laughed. "I do like a good fight every now and then, but I'm not sure how dear William would feel if your blood stained his library. I do know how much he cares for the place."

"It will be your blood staining the floor to this wondrous library! Snip-snip-snip!" I came at him with the scissors. Undertaker laughed and dropped his scythe. "Are you not scared?" I snipped the scissors again for emphasis. "These things can be deadly."

"You're cute, Grell."

Me?!

Cute?!

The Undertaker thinks I'm cute?!

"Whaaaaaa-?"

Undertaker grabbed Bassy's record book and ran out the door with his scythe while I continued to stand there like an idiot.

"Wait a minute! Snip-snip!" I ran after him, snipping my scissors through the air and shouting, "Do you really think I'm cute?!"