Chappie of the Three

Good God, Really?

Do you want to know what the sound of fear is?

"HOLY MOTHER OF SQUIRRRREEELLLSSSSS!"

Yep. That's it.

And do you want to know why the true sound of fear is coming out of my mouth?

"Heheeee~ Come back here darling, all I want to do is paint you in red~"

Just ask the man-hoe.

"GYAHHHH!" I screamed. Grell chased me up and down the hallway with his chainsaw, his long red hair billowing out behind him. My braid was coiled up in a bun today, while Lord of the Red back there was waving his death scythe around like it was nobody's business. And what did I have to defend myself with?

A spork.

I actually got a spork.

"I-I-I'm armed!" I said. Grell stopped and chuckled cruelly at me.

"With silverware, darling?"

"Aw shaddup,"

The amount of time I spent here has been a total of about five months now. I was learning to enjoy life at the Reaper Society, because I knew that I couldn't go back home for the world. Will said that it was absolutely necessary that I paid heed to his explicit instructions- ah bleh, it's not like I listen to the guy anyway.

"I'm coming for you, darling," Grell said, starting up his chainsaw again. Believe it or not, I actually relished in our little 'interaction' today. Soon, I would have to do the one thing I haven't been looking forward to since I got here.

Today was my first reaping.

"It's time to go, Miss Taylor," Will said, emerging from the doorway. Grell stopped, pouted, and then smiled like a goddamn shark all in that order. Turning to Will, he laughed.

"Oh Will dear, do call her Coyote, she absolutely relishes in that," He winked in my direction. My face was blank as I rose my eyebrows.

"I do detect the sarcasm in there, Mr. Sutcliff,"

"I am a lady, I tell you! A BEAUTIFUL DELICATE LADY! NOW GET YOUR ASS OUT THAT DOOR BEFORE YOU BECOME FOOD FOR MY CHAINSAW~"

"Chainsaws don't eat,"

"JUST GO!"

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"Your target will be an easy one, since you are but a beginner," Will said, pushing up his glasses. Grell cooed and giggled from behind. It was really starting to give me the creeps.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Nobody you know personally,"

"I'm actually scared as to how you know that,"

Will came to a stop, forcing Grell to slam into his back. I stood silently by his side while he pulled out a photo of a young boy no older than me.

"Adrianne O'Sullivan, a suicidal youth in his fifteenth year. Normally suicidals put up the least struggle and will normally do the killing themselves,"

I just knew Grell was enjoying the look on my face. A cold tingle went down my spine.

"But," Will continued, oblivious to the discomforted teen right next to him, "Even though his records say that he is to die today, he has shown no signs of gathering materials to end his life, per say. Your job is to make sure life ends today for Adrianne O'Sullivan,"

"Well that's a mouthful," I said, holding up the picture, "How about just Adrianne, okay?"

That's right. I speak to paper.

I'm paperpathic.

The boy in the picture was an odd one. His skin was even paler than Will's, and he had dyed his hair so white I had trouble finding where his skin ended and it began. His eyes were big and brown, but that's not what caught me off guard. He was smiling brightly in the picture, like any normal kid.

"When was this taken?" I asked. Will shifted his glasses once more.

"Two months ago. Before the boy had developed emotional issues,"

"Huh."

"Just go and reap him, Miss Taylor," Will said, shifting his glasses and sounding annoyed. I saw Grell fangirling behind him, "Make sure that you don't blow this, so to speak,"

I put a resolute expression on my face and saluted him, "Sir yes sir! No blowing, sir!"

It was only when I heard to obnoxious laughter of Grell did I realize.

"What? What did I say-oh dear God,"

I put a hand to my face.

A grim reaper indeed.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

Let me just say this now:

Grell Sutcliff is the most annoying person on the planet.

From what I had previously seen, I accepted the fact that he was gay. VERY gay. The gayest person in the entire universe. But, that aside, I though he only had feelings for William.

Oh Lord how wrong I was.

Every guy. Every. Single. Guy.

"Coyote~," Grell called, running up to me, "Why are you so sour? It's not like –Oh, hello there~!" Grell waved to a passerby. The man was reasonably attractive, just enough to make the Grell-radar bing like a goddamn heart monitor.

"Why do you think I'm sour?" I said as we walked on to Adrianne's house, "You've been flirting with every guy that crossed us. And by the way, aren't we supposed to be invisible or something?" I plucked at his coat for emphasis, which he quickly slapped me away for.

"We have to reveal ourselves darling. The whole beginning of this mission is for you to find out what kind of person this Adrianne fellow is~" He flipped his hair, smiling his grin. Only now, his hair was a dull brown, and his smile was missing the shark teeth he normally had. I shivered, turning around.

"Hm?" Grell leaned over to look at me, "What is it, Coyote? Holding things back is bad for the complexion,"

"I have no idea how that is supposed to work,"

"Just answer the question, brat," He was glaring at me now. And when Grell glares, it's the scariest thing I had ever seen.

"I-It's just that, I don't like it when you look like…that…" I awkwardly motioned to his brown hair and mouth. He frowned even more.

"Watch your mouth, kid,"

"N-No! I mean, you just, don't look like yourself. You're always so…colorful. Now, you seem really dull and boring. It gives me the creeps,"

Grell stopped, slightly widening his eyes, "O-oh,"

I shrugged, turning back around. But not before the wind caught his hair again, blowing it towards me. The light was just…so…perfect…

The scissors came up…

"Don't even think about it, Love," Grell said while I nursed the bruise on my head. I tried not to comment now, because when Grell used my nickname, he was really serious.

"Ooowieee…" Was all that could be said.

"We're here," Grell said, stopping outside a suburban home. It looked so normal. Pretty roses climbed a trellis on the right side, while freshly cut grass still retained its scent. A bright red doghouse sat in the left, housing a cute little yorkie.

"I think I'm gonna be sick…" I said.

"Why?"

"It's too…cheery,"

"…Even I have to agree, and agreeing with you is one of my seven deadly sins,"

"You have your own list?"

"A lady must always learn the importance of customizing her own things,"

"That doesn't deserve a response,"

Grell ignored me, walking up to the front door. I quickly ran after him, trying to catch up.

"Hey! You can't just walk right up to the door, Grell!" Of course, all this was before Grell decided to ring the doorbell anyway.

"I wonder if he's really as cute as his photo," Grell said, smirking. I shuddered.

"So not only are you a gay predator, you're a pedophile as well?"

"Shut it, kid,"

The door opened, revealing the very boy we had come to reap. Adrianne O'Sullivan stood there at the door, all life completely wiped from his eyes. I had to hold in a gasp, and put on a somewhat-cheery face.

"U-um, hello," I said. He looked at me with a dull expression.

"Hello,"

"U-uh…" At this point I was completely lost, "Grell," I whispered, "Help me out here,"

"Nope," he whispered back, "I'm just a mentor. You're on your own, brat,"

"Excuse me," Adrianne said, "But if all you're gonna do is whisper, I'm afraid I have things that need to be done,"

I put my hand out to stop him, "No! What I mean is…um…what was it I was supposed to say? Oh, right! Y-your time has kinda…come.."

Adrianne quirked an eyebrow while Grell stifled laughter from behind me.

"I am not a woman, you know,"

"What? That's not what I mea-OH! DEAR GOD NO!" I smacked my forehead, "No, I mean, we're Grim Reapers, uh…I know this isn't making sense,"

Adrianne was glaring at us now, but calmly, "Whoever you are," he said, "Your joke isn't funny anymore. Please, stop coming here and saying that. It isn't as humorous as you might think," His monotone mad me sad to even hear him.

"I-I didn't mean that-"

"Doesn't matter. Leave,"

"B-But-"

"I SAID LEAVE!"

He slammed the door in our faces. Grell wore a comically surprised expression, while I was already two steps back from where I started.

"W-Well then," I said. Grell turned to me, flipping his hair.

"Darn. And he was a cutie, too,"

"Grell," I said, my bangs hiding my eyes. He hm-ed in response.

"What is it?"

"Don't you think…we were a little hard on him?"

"What are you talking about, Coyote?"

"Grell, doesn't it seem like we weren't the first ones to come to his house saying that? Think about it. He thought we were teasing him. I can't imagine how he must feel,"

"Like he wants to die, probably,"

I looked up, "Yeah, you might say,"

"And that's why," Grell bent down, roughly grabbing under my shoulders and hoisting me back on my feet, "We're here. Don't forget that. Our job is to kill people, Love,"

"G-Grell,"

"Darling~" He flipped his hair, starting up his chainsaw, "We've already gotten all the research we need. Get some rest, tomorrow is the reaping!" And with that he leapt off, leaving me to find my own way back home.

Something was still on my mind, though.

Why did Grell call me Love?

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

I couldn't stop thinking about our visit earlier that day.

Why wouldn't it exit my mind? I was going to have to kill him sooner or later. Or, as Will wanted me to say: Reap his soul, not kill.

What was the difference?

It was just, his eyes. They looked so sad. If he had been happy, or at least content, it would have been different. He might have died happy. But nobody deserved to die sad.

"Oh…I'm really dead this time," I said as I crawled out of bed. Just my luck that Grell's room was next to mine, and I heard his snores from the other side of the wall. Good. He wouldn't wake up for hours now.

"Oh, Bassie~" I heard him moan. Forever and always, after that moment, I would remember it in George Takei's voice.

I tiptoed over to the window in my room. Sliding it open, I winced at the cool air. It really was a bitter night, making me think of Adrianne again. I shook my head, the sooner I got this over with, the better.

I leapt out, grateful that I lived on the first floor. Running off in the right direction, I prayed that I wasn't too late already.

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

"I'm here," I said to myself as I touched the door handle. Would he really leave it open? Then again, he was suicidal…

"Aaaand it's open," I said as I eased inside.

I only heard snoring from one room, and nobody else was in the house, so I guess that he lived alone. Now, of course I felt nervous about entering a boy's room by myself, but it wasn't like he would do anything and I could just run out anyway. Besides, the queen of squirrels was never scared.

I crept along to his doorway, silently opening it and wincing at every creak it made. Sure enough, Adrianne lay in his bed, sleeping peacefully like he didn't have a care in the world. I smiled to myself, hoping that maybe he could keep that expression in the future. But now, there was something I had to do.

"Adrianne, Adrianne, wake up," I shook his shoulder. He moaned, turning this way and that until he slightly opened his eyes.

"Huh? Who are y-OH MY- MMPH!" I had to cover his mouth with my hand to stop him from yelling. He thrashed about until I made the 'silent' sign with my finger.

Taking my hand off his mouth, I whispered, "Adrianne, just calm down, okay? I'm not here to hurt you," He still looked skeptical, but listened nonetheless.

"You do know this is breaking and entering,"

"Not if you leave your door unlocked, Sherlock,"

"What do you want?"

I sighed, kneeling down beside his bed, "I want to protect you, Adrianne. So just listen to me, and get away from here. I really am a grim reaper. My partner and I were actually sent to reap your soul. But I don't want you to die like this. I want you to die happy. Nobody deserves to die with regret in their hearts," The entire thing might have been a little sappy, but I really did hope it reached him.

Adrianne just looked at me with a calculating look in his eye.

"Prove it,"

"What?"

"Prove that you're a grim reaper, then I'll believe you,"

"U-Uhm, okay,"

How was I supposed to prove that? All I had was a spork. A. Spork.

But wait, there was something…

"You were planning to take your life tomorrow, weren't you?"

His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed back, "So, I probably said that at school or something. Maybe someone figured it out,"

"You also didn't start acting like this until two months ago. The reason being that you were so scared people would find out your secret, and one person did," I was really just repeating what I saw in the file, but the look Adrianne's face showed that he believed me.

"Either you're an obsessed stalker," His eyes looked less sad now, "Or you really are who you say you are. But tell me, what's my secret?"

I gulped, "What your parents did for a living before you were born. How your mother worked in the red light district and your father was a member of an underground casino. When people found out about it, the teachers started avoiding you as well as the students,"

His face revealed it. He believed me.

"W-Wow…" He said, shifting, "I don't know how you know all of that, but what do you mean that I'm going to have to go away?"

I smiled, "Tomorrow was the date scheduled for us to reap your soul, or today, seeing as it's…er…one a.m.," I chuckled nervously, half-glaring at the alarm clock, "So you need to get away from here, don't even mention it, at all, and make sure you don't come back for a while. I'll find a way to contact you to say when it's okay to come back, but not by phone, because they'll find you in my contacts,"

"Why not just put me as a different name?"

"Oh…right…"

"Well," Adrianne said, getting out of the bed. I blushed, realizing his shirt wasn't on, "I better start packing, right?"

His frown was still obvious, but nevertheless he got out his suitcase and began throwing clothes at random. I smiled, and got up myself.

"I have to go back, the others might notice I'm gone,"

When I was about to walk out, Adrianne called to me.

"Hey…um…thanks,"

By now my grin was around my ears, Grell style.

"You're welcome,"

OOOOOOoooooOOOOOO

By the time I got back it I guessed it was about two o'clock. The Reaper Society was still as quiet as ever. I ran around the dorm areas to my window, climbing through the window that I left open.

I came through, shutting it closed. Smiling to myself at getting the job done, I stretched prepare to get what little sleep I had yet to get.

"Ahhh, this is all jus- oh crap,"

Immediately Grell was in front of me, glaring like I had never seen it before. He walked forward until he shot out a hand, trapping me to the wall.

"Love," He said, "We're going to have a talk,"

AUTHOR'S NOTES OF AWESOMENESS! Okay, yes, I know that this wasn't exactly the most direct chapter, in the sense that I WAS trying to keep it on some sort of track. Also, next chappie, you can vote in your reviews: A bloopers chapter, or keeping with the storyline? Review, or no update!