Chapter Two:

Eating Utensils

The target was right in front of me. He was there like a sitting dove, slowly manicuring his fingernails, humming some happy-go-lucky tune. His legs were crossed, and he was totally focused on his task at hand.

Perfect.

Grell wouldn't suspect a thing…unless I wasn't quiet.

I slowly snuck behind the chair, looking at his beautiful, long red hair. It curtained over the furniture like a waterfall, just begging me to cut it.

I almost drooled as I brought the scissors up to the first strand. Here goes nothing…I thought to myself.

Aaaanndd-

"GHALK!"

That is the sound of Grell choking me.

Very sophisticated for a lady.

"You dare to cut a woman's hair?" He had the most ferocious glare I had ever seen in my life. Even I wasn't this protective over my hair! Grell slowly slid me up the wall, his hand still tight around my throat.

"I-I just w-wanted it for m-my braid…" I gasped out, clutching at him. He chuckled darkly, throwing me to the ground. I coughed and spluttered with the manner of a dying fish.

"Darling~" Grell started, flipping his hair just to annoy me, "While I admire you for going so far for my beautiful hair, I simply can't allow you to continue on with this, so unladylike!" He put his hands to his cheeks and swayed back and forth, like he was in pain. I glared at him.

"Says the person who chopped me in half,"

"Touché~"

I stood up, brushing the imaginary dirt off of my clothing and walking out of the room. It had been three weeks since I first came here, and I was already missing my family. But Will had said that this was my only other option than being dead, so I couldn't visit them whenever I wanted.

"Miss Taylor," Will called from behind me. I jumped, putting a hand over my heart and staring up at him,

"Good God, dude! Feeling Batman lately?"

Will scowled, pushed up his forever-falling glasses and looked at me, "Miss Taylor, your atrocious comments aside, you are the only reaper here who has not a scythe to be found. I do realize that the ceremony for obtaining a scythe has not been performed yet. Would you care to get it over with?"

I cocked an eyebrow, "Death scythe? You mean I really have to kill people?"

"In lack of better terms, yes. But you will not have to murder them- their time has already come. You are simply in charge of their souls,"

I frowned. Either way you put it, William, it was still killing. But, this was my only other option to death, so I decided that it wouldn't hurt to go along with it.

"Fine," I straightened up, "But if you think-"

"OH WILL DAHLING~"

Speaking of killing…

"Mr. Sutcliff, please get the hell of me," Will said to the giant red ball of glomp behind him. Grell smiled and snuggled into him even more.

"And let go of my precious Will-i-am? Why, never!" He nuzzled into his neck. I tried to put a hand to my mouth to stifle the giggles, but they all just came pouring out.

"Ha ha ha ha! Oh my God, ha ha!" I clutched my stomach in fear of dying again from too much laughter. Grell and William stopped, looking at me strangely.

"What's so funny?" Grell asked innocently (as if that could be used to describe him,).

"Y-You just sounded like you said Will. !" I really shouldn't have found it so funny…

Oh well. Laughter is the Lord, as I always say.

"Why, Miss Taylor…" Will said. Even Grell was quiet. I looked up, blinking.

"What?"

"That's the first time you've laughed since you've been here," Grell said, slowly coming off of Will. I smiled, giggling a little more.

"Guess I just needed the right stimulation!"

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

I nervously walked down the halls of the Reaper Society. Grell was behind me, William was in front of me, and just about every pair of eyes was on me.

Dear God I hate reapers.

"Hey, kid," Grell said threateningly into my ear, "If you think that Will is doting on you, getting your initiation all set up and all that, you're wrong. He just doesn't want more paperwork,"

I shuddered. That was doting on me?

"Shaddup," I whispered back, "You're just jelly because you're a cr-a-zy man-whore," And with that delicate note, I straightened up, and glided forward. Grell shot towards me, oh-so-discreetly clutching my shoulder with the strength of a thousand squirrels.

That's a lot.

"Ow-ow-ow-ow-owwwwwwwww," I shut my eyes tight, anime-tears falling. Grell chuckled darkly as we continued walking.

"You're going to regret that, darling~" He said. I shivered. I now believe that all gingers really were soulless.

Or, at least this one was.

"Just wait until I get my scythe," I said, "It's gonna be kick-ass, I will rule, and you will bow down to my superiority," I held up my chin, "Now suck on that, man-whore,"

Grell was left speechless the rest of the walk there.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"We're here," Will said, pushing up his glasses once again. He had stopped in front of two giant steel doors, just intimidating to the max. I sweatdropped, wondering if it was really needed.

Grell was mumbling beside me, something about 'not getting to see Bassie because of this damn brat,'

I really should take offense to that. But I won't. Because I'm the ruler of the squirrels. It's a legitimate reason.

"Are you ready, Miss Taylor?" Will-i-am-the-nosepicker-guy asked. Somehow, that made me all the more nervous.

"…Sure."

The doors opened, revealing a room with nothing but white fog. My eyes tried to find some solid object. Nada.

"We do not usually use this method for finding a scythe, but you are a very unusually case," He said, poker-faced. I laughed nervously.

"..Okay then,"

I walked into the fog, turning to face Grell and William. Sure enough, Grell was glaring at me, mouthing the words 'Enjoy it while it lasts,'

I suddenly no longer believed in the term YOLO.

"Sooooo," I started, looking around, "How do I even get the scythe, anyway?"

Will pushed up his glasses, "Simply call for it,"

My eyes went slightly wide, "Oh..okay…that's easy. Alright then," I stood up tall, prepare to be serious about this for once.

"Here scythey scythey scythey," I said, rubbing my fingers together. Will grunted and cleared in throat.

"Not like that,"

Buzzkill.

"Okay…Come to meeee, Come to meee, come to me little Death Scythe,"

"Please, Miss Taylor,"

"It is time to find your Death Scythe," Will announced. Grell took one look at me and laughed.

"Go on," He said, shooing me with his hand, "It'll find you," He laughed cruelly at me.

I gulped. "Here goes nothing…SCYTHE! COME TO ME!"

I felt something form in my hand. I didn't even have time to look down before Grell fell on the floor laughing, so hard that tears came out.

"W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Grell laughed. I looked down.

Aw hell no.

"Why. Do. I. Have. A. Spork?"

The tiny shame to all eating utensils glimmered in my hand. Grell wouldn't stop laughing, and even Will was looking slight amused.

"It appears you have found your scythe," Will said. Grell 'a-ha-ha-ha'-ed from the background.

"It's a spork."

"Now that your initiation is complete, I have work to tend to,"

"It's a spork,"

"Goodbye, Miss Taylor,"

"Spork,"

Will walked out of the room. Grell was still on the floor just casually dying of cardiac arrest. Oh well. Not like he won't be alive.

"Well, then," Grell said, calming down and wiping a tear from his eye, "Now I've seen everything~"

I glared at him, holding up the spork, "These things are deadly, you know,"

"That makes a difference to me how?"

"Shaddup,"

I calmly walked out of the room, followed by Grell, who was snickering the whole way back.

After I got back to my room:

"Why are you in here, Grell?"

"I'm going to torture you as long as I can about your Death Scythe~"

"Why are you so predictable?"

Grell pouted, and then smiled his creepy grin again, swinging around on the bed post and plopping right down on my bed. I glared at him from my position of the pillows.

"Miss Taylor," Grell started, his tone unusually un-threatening for him. I was immediately suspicious, scooting back until I couldn't scoot no more. "Oh do stop that. It's not like I'm going to do anything,"

"You can't ever be too sure,"

"Shut up. Anyways~" He droned, rolling this way and that on my bed. It was kinda funny to watch, actually, "What's your first name, again? I can't ever be bothered to remember," He somehow managed to flip his hair while lying down. I didn't even bother being angry at him. It all just went to waste.

"Take a guess,"

"If was good at guessing, love, then I would have figured it out by now,"

"You got one name right," I muttered, putting my arms around my knees. I was already feeling sleepy. Grell looked up, or back, considering where he was.

"One name?"

"Love's my middle name. Coyote's my first,"

Grell nodded in bored understanding. He then smirked, and rolled over onto his stomach.

"Spork," He said. I glared.

"Shut it,"

"Spork,"

"Shut it right now, or I'm warning you,"

"Sporky sporky sporky,"

"GRELL!"

Grell laughed, leaping up so he was sitting criss-cross. For a moment his hair fluttered all around him, shining beautifully in the light. My eyes grew wide, and I forgot what I was about to say.

"Wah…" Unless I was about to say that.

"Hm?" Grell said, waving a hand in front of my face, "Coyote? Hello?~"

I quickly snapped out of my trance to look at him weirdly, "Nobody ever calls me Coyote. Everyone calls me Love,"

Grell frowned, shifting so that he was leaning on the pillows beside me, "Ugh, you're so difficult sometimes. Why should you let people call you that? So demeaning for a lady, to have everybody call her Love," And he said all this with a nonchalant frown on his face.

I rose an eyebrow at him leaning back, "Love is a name that I grew attached to. I don't want everybody to think of me as a scavenger dog,"

"Well-"

"Don't. Say. It,"

I looked over to Grell, who was in the perfect position for his hair, the light hit it just right. Slowly and in a trance-like state, I pulled out my scissors and brought them to Grell's locks.

I must be the least sneakiest person in the world.

"You brat!" Instantly Grell was on top of me, pinning me down with nothing but his hands at my neck and scissors at my throat, "Here I am trying to be nice to you, and you try the same damn trick on me!" He hissed, coming close to my face, "The urge to paint you in red is even stronger than before~" He smiled, slowly drawing the scissors blade across my cheek. Apparently, you can still bleed if you're a grim reaper.

"G-Grell," I said, clutching at his hands, "P-Please, stop," He wouldn't. He just kept silently laughing to himself. I then remembered something. Something that would not help his pride at all, but could do wonders to mine.

"P-P.." I started, sounding weak. Grell chuckled, leaning in closer.

"What is it darling? I can't hear you…" Inside my mind I was have fits of maniacal laughter.

"P-P..POWER OF THE SPORK!" I took the weapon from my pocket, slamming it into his ribcage. Grell gasped and fell sideways, while I sprang up, coughing.

"Ch-Cheap shot," He said, clutching his stomach. I laughed and coughed at the same time.

"Y-You know," I said as Grell glared at me, "I only take the hair of people I want to remember," I smiled despite the situation. Grell's glare faded into a confused frown.

"Why not just be normal and use a photo?"

"Because hair is a part of them. It smells like them, and feels like them," I took my long braid and wove it around my arm, "It is them,"

Grell sat up, glaring at me again. I sighed.

"What now?"

"If you think I'm going to apologize because of that, you're wrong, darling," He then stood up, tossed his hair, and pranced out of the room. I grew angry, throwing a pillow at the door.

"I'M TRYING TO BE POETIC, DAMMIT!"

Author's Note! Okay, as I'm typing this, aristicadri1999 is yelling at me through facebook to finish. THANK YOU ARISITI! And ideas for the next chap? I have some, but not all :D So review, or no update!

(That's becoming my catchphrase now,)