The silver haired mortician of the town strolled down Abney Street and into his favorite coffee shop, The Downtown Cups. He was glad that he came at a time when it wasn't overly crowded; the place could make a pretty penny for whatever they sold. He ordered something different today, a pumpkin spiced latte. Normally, Undertaker would just ask for a good ol' cappuccino with the caramel drizzle - sometimes chocolate, but always very sweet. Today felt a bit different, so it simply made sense to try something different.

Having paid for the order, he sat on a table by the window, enjoying the scenery for a while. He drummed his fingers against the table, though it sounded strange. The sound was more..muffled? Dual ringed eyes glanced down and saw the disturbance. It was a red, leather-bound journal. Roses were drawn on it in black outlines, a name written at the bottom.

Grell Sutcliff.

Curiosity tickled him. One peak shouldn't hurt. Looking around, he opened the yellow-stained pages. The first one was full of doodles in red ink. Eyes, roses and other flowers filled the page. The person's name was written in astounding calligraphy of the old. He decided to keep looking, and turned to another page. In this one, a poem was written, once again, in red. It spoke of love, and of rejections. He smiled sadly, poor soul, looking for someone, yet is always pushed away.

Now, more intrigued than before, he kept turning the pages. Recipes, more poetry, random drawings and even short pieces of stories were written. And everything was in red ink. There were designs of dresses not even the world renowned designers could've dreamt of. He felt as if he was talking to this person, having known them since forever.

Then, he stumbled upon a picture. It was a group of five people. There was a small brunette next to a tall, lion-looking blond and a stoic faced raven haired man. To the blond's other side was a young-looking man. He was also blond, and carried a red lawn-mower. Though there was a feeling in his gut that told him that the extravagant redhead posing next to the brunette with the 'Death' sign and tongue out was the owner of the journal.

He brought the picture closer to his face, to better observe it, for he didn't have his glasses with him at the moment. Upon closer inspection, he recognized the raven-haired one. It was his former apprentice, William. It seemed that all the others were Reapers too, he realized. They each held their Death Scythes and had the signature Reaper eyes. A laugh left his lips, eyes going back to the redhead. Alabaster skin was contrasted by the blood color of their hair and molten pools of jade and gold.

Undertaker flipped to another page, which seemed to be a journal entry.

"Damn that William. I hate them all. I'm a girl. Not a boy, not gender confused not any of what those idiots call me! Can't they just call me for what I am? Is that so hard?"

His eyes widened, this was something uncommon for Reapers. They normally had bodies to match their souls, but things like this did happen every thousand years or so. Poor kid. From what he read, it seemed that this was a soul that was put down every other day -if not daily- yet fought back to remain composed, and came back with fiery vengeance. He giggled, taking a sip of his semi-forgotten coffee thingy. It wasn't as sweet, but it was good for a change.

He kept flipping the pages, until a black-gloved hand slammed the book down onto the table and a voice seethed, just next to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He looked up to find the exact redhead from the picture. Undertaker was fascinated. She stood with a hand on a jutted out hip, the other supporting her weight on the table as those eyes blazed with wild fury, mouth in a grimace that showed off deadly sharp teeth. Motioning for her to take a seat, the mortician smiled.

"Ah, so this is yours. I was wondering who it belonged to, so I was taking a peek for identification purposes." He handed her the notebook. "Here, you have lovely drawings, by the way." She blushed as she sat, light pink dusting her cheeks. "Ahem...well, thanks, but I rather no one look into this, it's personal." She hugged it close before dropping it carefully into her bag. The redhead went to stand, but his hand atop hers ceased the act.

"Say, is William as uptight as ever? Haven't seen 'im in a while." He chuckled at her bemused expression. "You know Will?" He nodded. "Of course, he was my apprentice." Hehehe~ what a funny lil' Reaper.

Her dual ringed eyes widened. "You're a Reaper." Once more, he nodded. "Yes I am. Undertaker," He held out his hand, "And you, are Grell Sutcliff." Hesitantly at first, she took it.

"Nice to meet you, Grell." A tiny smile, exposing one of the top fangs -dainty looking little thin biting into plush pink lips- crept on her face. He stood, still holding on to her hand.

"Sorry for intruding into your personal things, how 'bout I get ya a cup of coffee someday to make it up to you?" The same pink of her lips dusted pale cheeks, the smile widening. "I- umm...sure, thanks." He grinned, a certain smugness on his face. "Great, tomorrow at the same time, how's that sound? We could meet up here, if you'd like."

"Yeah, that works." Realizing she was still holding his hand, she pulled it back. "I gotta go, Will's as strict as ever, and I should've been back a few minutes ago. Um...I'll see you tomorrow." He chuckled, "Oh yes, you better hurry then, we wouldn't want ol' Willy to assign overtime and keep you from your date." He winked mischievously, taking her hand and placing a kiss on the knuckles.

The redhead blushed deeply at his words, completely enthralled. "O-of course. Thank you, and until tomorrow." She grabbed her bag, she left a few paces before turning to look at him with a flirtatious smirk.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow. I hope time flies til we meet, Undertaker." She winked, blowing a kiss and swaying her hips on the way out. The mortician found himself stunned, frozen in place with a silly smile and a dust of color on his face. Honestly, he wanted to be the one leaving her all giddy and flustered, but it seemed she had the same idea.

Well, two could play the game, and if that's what she wants, that's what she gets. I just hope she comes prepared, I do intend to do my best next time we meet~

Finally something came out! I've been trying to write something all week, but school is intent on making my life miserable these days. I've got less and less time with finals approaching and works to hand in.

On a lighter note, I hope you've enjoyed the chapters as much as I delight in writing them. Also, my other story, Perfect will be updated soon! Enjoy your free time before it's nonexistent hehe~