Chapter 2

P.O.V-Will

It was a usual day at the Reaper Institute, busy and hard at work staff and Grell prancing around like a maniac.

"Oh William," came Grell's high pitch voice from halfway down the corridor, he had a finger urging me to him.

"What is it Grell? It's about exam time," I replied, wondering what madness was going on in his mind.

"Your no fun!" he replied obviously annoyed, "I'm Will I only care about exams and not my friends!" he announced pretending to be me. I rolled my eyes away from him.

"Anyway what I was going to say was I might be getting a raise." he shouted as I turned away from him.

Turning in mid step I raised one eyebrow and replied, "I thought I only knew about that information."

"What can I say, I'm not just a pretty face I'm also psychic!" sneered Grell pressing his fingers to his temples, supposedly reading my mind.

I kept walking and simply put, "You can't read my mind."

"Oh, yes I can!" retorted Grell staring at me. I walked away.

Almost moments later, Grell shot across the corridor and leaned his head on my shoulder. His long, curly, crimson hair fell down my back. I sighed wondering what he wanted now.

"You know you and me could work." he focused his eyes on me, a sensual tone to his voice.

"You are being absolutely ridiculous." I replied not really paying attention to him no longer. Thankfully I didn't have to pay attention since my attention was drawn to the sound of an announcement.

Almost as soon as the announcement had ended Grell had already shot off past the corner screaming 'I am getting a raise!'. I sighed and followed.

Whilst on the way there I found piles upon piles of tossed papers on the floor and many reapers picking them up. Obviously Grell did this. Who else would leave a large trail of destruction? It's obviously him.

I arrived at 'The Head Reapers Office' and opened the door.

One reason why everyone calls him 'Head Reaper' is because no one actually knows his real name. Flinging open the door I saw the dangling red hair flop off the table. Grell was sprawled across the large desk.

"Took you long enough," he replied moaning.

"Excuse me for being late Head Reaper." I replied, bowing.

"That's ok, Will, unlike Grell here who needs to get off my desk as soon as possible." came his unmistakably low toned voice.

"Hmm?" Grell replied confused.

"Get off my desk!" Head Reaper exclaimed.

"Oh, sorry." Grell put both feet on the floor.

"Now gentlemen take a seat," announced Head Reaper. "As you may know we have received a distress signal from a reaper up north. I want William to investigate."

"Hey what about me!" exclaimed Grell.

I glanced at him with a look that was much more sinister than any Death Scythe.

"You Grell will be looking after the Reaper Institute whilst I go to a meeting, with all the head reapers from around the world," replied Head Reaper, staring at Grell furiously.

"Sir, you can't be serious, leaving Grell in charge?!" I replied questionable.

Before we knew it Grell had sauntered out of the room and into a corridor.

"I had better be going then." I replied to Head Reaper as I gently opened the door.

Grell had disappeared into a nearby store cupboard and was rummaging through the objects inside, his hair fluttered out from the door.

"Grell, what on earth are you doing?" I asked dreading the worst to come.

"Getting something darling won't be a moment!" came Grell's voice from halfway in the area.

Seconds later he sprung out with a large tub of red paint and a large brush! Knowing exactly what was going to happen to the institute, I imagined the worst.

"Now you go on and do your little mission," he sneered spitting the words out, as he put his hand in his hair. "Bye Will, YIPEE!", he screamed running down the hallway flinging great dollops of paint flew across the corridor and hit the walls...and my spectacles!

"Tut tut. Now Will, bye!" he waved as he disappeared round the corner faster than you could say 'Reaper'.

A large portion of red paint was now blocking my vision, "My spectacles!" I exclaimed outraged.

P.O.V -Grell

"This is the best day of my life!" I sang springing my way through the air in elegant style. "Oh I can't wait until this horrid place is recreated in MY red vision."

"In your wildest dreams, Sutcliff!" came a voice that sounded awfully familiar; it was Ronald staring straight at me.