"I'll meet you there... be careful." Ronald said, as he stood in the ship corridor. A grand ship, set sail for America... such a shame it was going to sink.
"I will, you be careful too." I said as we parted ways. Walking down the corridor I breathed an agitated sigh... Fair enough I'm a grim reaper, but I still don't like the fact that I'm on bored a sinking ship in the middle of the cold as ice Atlantic ocean, the fact I'm going to have to be in it when it sinks because Ronald and Grell didn't think that part through. Oh and were here to investigate moving corpses and soul in discrepancies which always means there's some creepy demonic shit involved. Grell was off being Grell and now me and Ronald have decided to part ways to cover more ground. So I'm not going to be in a good mood by any means. Walking through the corridors I turn and slash at one of the corpses heads. I haven't time for such petty occurrences as I have another matter to attend to, so I walk on this time letting my bored expression portray itself on my face as I walk past the hideous mush and blood stained flesh, pulling out my Death book I search through a list of names and then I see one, somewhat familiar. I turn around and next to the corpse is a small girl, probably 9, raggedy clothes, horrified expression and drenched in a canvas of her own putrefying blood... The usual for this sort of thing.
"Poor dear." I say solemnly... I don't have the heart to slash her with my rapier so I use a card instead, throwing it in and immediately pulling it out to look through the cinematic record.

Mary Thyme **_Complete_**
Born: June 29th Age: 9 Daughter of Able Thyme and Martha Thyme.
Died of severe blood loss and loss of innards.
Remarks none.

I stamp my page and then close the book. I would like to close her horrified eye's if not to ease my own agitation, but it is not my place to do so, besides, not many people will know she existed let alone care after tonight.

Walking through more bodies I come across more souls and then study my pocket watch...
OH CRAP I'M SUPPOSED TO BE AT FIRST CLASS BY NOW!
I break into a run unforgivingly slashing more corpses while putting my book between my arms to heighten my running speed.
I quickly make it to the door of the supposed room.
Before I can even process the ensuing fight I pull and throw a card with pure instinct, it clashing with a piece of cutlery, locking together.
My eye's dart forward to the blood red eye's of the familiar butler... Grell goes on about him constantly his "Sebastian- Darling or SEBAS-CHAN!", and I met him last year while out on assignment with William. I glare, in annoyance at being targeted before I even set foot in the room, him being a filthy demon and also him having the nerve to outmatch me with throwing weaponry.

That Boy stands there too, only this time in much more tailored clothes, expensive as well as the bandage covering his eye replaced with a black eye patch. Of high society, I assume the butler belongs to him and he must be aware it's a demon, as well as William-Sempai informing me that he is bound to the boy by a contract and that the boy was the earl of Phantomhive. "I don't want to get stuck with over time for a reason like that, as well as the fact you just tried to best Dispatch officer Hawthorn in throwing weaponry. A very wrong move on your part." Ronald said, his lawn mower almost an inch away from the demon's face, if it were not for his hands.
"I'm going on ahead. After you've finished playing with him a bit come after me!" The Earl shouted. Running off within seconds, he was fast for a small little thing. "What a bad attitude. Kids these days.. Ughhh!" Ronald moaned. Oh you think this is the time to act bored, do you?
"Are you sure this the time to be looking else-where?" Sebastian said, then throwing Ronald lawnmower with his hands still attached over Ronald's head and then narrowly missing the demons leg swing into his face.
"Whoa!" He said pushing his body in the air with the support of his lawn mower.
While jumping back I threw a barrage of roses at the demon, only to be blocked by his cutlery. So throwing was out of the question. He threw another knife at me and I back flipped in the air to dodge the attack and then he switched opponents from me to Ronald. Throwing tons of cutlery at him, he merely smirked as he used his lawn mower to collect and dismember the expensive silverware. "The death scythe lives up to it's reputation I see." The demon commented as the cutlery clattered onto the floor dismembered and broken.
I slashed at him with my rapier, him flashing backwards to avoid me.
"It's sharpness is guaranteed, hm?" He smirked... He's already annoying the hell out of me as it is.
"You betcha!" Ronald smirked. He's not helping anything either. Ronald then dashed forward surprising the butler and making a slash across his cheek with, his switch blade. He used it while his lawn mower was broken. "Focusing on the death scythe just cos I'm a grim reaper, that's the old way of doing things." Ronald said, putting the blood smeared blade on his cheek.
"Children these day's truly do have bad attitudes." Sebastian said wiping his face.
"I rather would not have us be addressed as children." I say coldly as I attack him with my rapier. He counters and I quickly side step to dodge the counter. "And yet your not old people are you?" He retorts.
"We are young adults now if you would excuse me, I would rather you disappear as we do not need the unnecessary overtime." I say coldly.
Running past him and then having slipped past his kicks I elbowed him in the ribs and flipped over his cutlery one more, seriously all he's got?!
"You remind me of that Grim Reaper, that's when we were first acquainted. With William. T. Spears." He says as he again dodges my attack.
That's when I realize, he's holding back.
"Oh I see, you think because I'm a lady I'm weak. How rude." I say throwing a rose, as bait and then whipping it back at the last second. Now, as he threw the cutlery I threw my cards again and somehow he still dodged.
"Childish tricks will not aid your endeavour ." He smirked as he swiped his leg under me. Sending me to the ground, I picked my self up immediately before he had a chance to kick in my head, I dashed past him while Ronald swiped at him with his lawn mower... Finally no more tag teaming.
"You're as good as they say." Ronald smirks sidestepping the demons attack easily, as if it were mere child's play to him, though that's the way it's always been.
"Why thank you." Sebastian said, suddenly behind Ronald, only for Ronald to notice at the wrong time.
Noticing I blocked with my rapier, trying to overpower the demon, already knowing I'm loosing Ronald checks his watch, face suddenly lifting in surprise.
"Oopsie ! It's almost time!" Ronald said pushing his lawn mower towards the door. I readied myself to push the demon off me and then get out of the door, especially if I was going to be late!
"We can't be playing around now, come on love." Ronald shouts...
I tense... The demon smirks at me, red eye's looking into mine, that evil smirk sends chills down my spine, because now he's found my weakness...
I jump backwards to the door glaring at the demon.
"So on that note, see ya laaaater, Sebastian Daling!" He then grabs my hand and hops on his lawn mower pulling me on it with him. The acceleration speed is brilliant, but at the same time a bit weird also another name in the work place for his is lawn mower riding grim reaper. "Were going to be late, oh great...!?" Ronald stopped mid sentence noticing that there was not reaction from me at all. Not even a peep about the efficiency. I was too preoccupied.
"Elanora are you alright?" He asked leaning over my shoulder as we stopped and started to run through the corridor.
"He knows..." I said blankly.
"What do you mean?!" Ronald asked, confused expression clearing up the understanding of him not being able to understand.
"You called me love, just once but enough for him to know..." I said.
"Oh bloody hell." Ronald smacked his palm into his face.
"I'm not mad, we just need to be careful." I say.
"Shit, I'm such an idiot." Ronald growled.
"Don't beat yourself up, and I need you to get your head in the game do you hear me, I can see it on your face Ronnie, your dwelling on it, please don't Ronnie." I say.
"I, just I want to be careful that's all, I promise I won't coddle you, but you can't expect to tell me something like that and not dwell." He says as we get to the 8th third class corridor. We stop, one way leading to the dinning room and another leading to the bedrooms.
A horde of bizarre corpses up ahead now moving towards us.
One clambers at my ankle, dragging it's corpse along the floor, cold dead fingers enclose on my leg, pulling me to the floor and completely forgetting myself I stab it through the chest... only it doesn't work. Before I could react Ronald's lawn mower was in place of it's head and I swung my sword at the surrounding ones, severing their heads from their necks.
"Are you okay?" Ronald asked.
"Yeah thanks Ronnie." I smiled shakily... too close for comfort.
"No problem love, head only remember." Ronald grunted, swinging his lawn mower across the other corpses, their horrible moaning noises filling the room, like the salt water will soon enough.
"Yeah, I'll remember." I breathe, re-adjusting.
I wildly slash at their head, a large pool of stagnant blood emitting from the mass of pilling bodies.
I breathed heavily as the last one fell to the ground, checking my pocket watch we were just on time for another twenty reaping's.
Ronald looked from side to side around the lengths of the corridor, brushing himself off and then facing forward and grabbing my hand, pulling me close to stare right into his eye's.
"We've got exactly seven minutes to be done here and get to the next one, meet me back here in five minutes, okay?" He says.
I nod and turn to run.
" I love you Ronald." I say. Before I break into a run.
"I love you too..." He says, before turning around and running into the dinning room.

**_Ronald P.O.V_**
I stamp the completed sign into the book, and then check my watch.
"Cripes, what a mess this is turning out to be. And when I'm so hellishly busy already too..." I sigh closing my tatty little death book.
"Since the real show starts now." I say tuning my wrist to glimpse the time on my wristwatch.

At that point Elanora runs in, one second late...
"You're late." I smirk.
"Says you, the grim reaper with trouble arriving anywhere on time. You should check that wrist watch of yours more often." She retorts folding her arms as I walk past her to the door, she follows quickly, keeping pace with my fast footsteps... the only sound here now.
"My wrist watch!? what kind of woman uses a pocket watch!?" I said in speculation.
"You brought it for me!" She yelled.
"Cause your old one broke!" I laughed.
"A classy lady wears one that's who." She huffed.
"Yes a very classy lady." I smirked, making her blush...
I'm glad we can have moments like this, they don't come often in situations such as this, when she goes on an assignment I often feel like I'm holding my breath and hoping this isn't the time she won't come back, I hope the myth is just a load of bull shit or only half of it's true or something... The real fact is I could be loosing her again and I don't think my heart could take that this time, not after I thought I lost her at Christmas.

She told me that dying in my arms was probably one of the most beautiful feelings she had ever felt and as I thought she was saying that with her final moments it broke me up inside, I felt my heart shatter. Because the thought of us wanting to be together, but never realizing it... until it was too late was almost too much irony for me to take and the worst part was after all that happened... she still loved me and I had been stupid enough to be slow in processing the way I felt as normally most girls are a one time fling, I never could comprehend the unimaginable desire for her to be in my arms, and then my wish came true... but almost at a terrible cost...

While she was in that coma I made a promise to us both, I would hold her in my arms whenever possible, be by her side when she needed me even if she didn't know it, I made a promise that if she woke up, I would love her till the day I died, one thing that will never change.

And now here we are, the prospect of loosing her once more dangling in front of my face, her life on a pendulum and I can't begin to describe how that makes me feel...

We stop on the upper deck of the ship. Standing right near the railing we have a clear view of the iceberg coming straight towards us.
Elanora sighed, I already sense that bit of fear creeping in about the next couple of hours as the ship starts to fill with water.
I put my lawn mower by my side and pull her close, wrapping my arms around her delicate waist, I lean over her shoulder and gently sniff her hair, a wonderful smell of flowers adorns her jet black subtle waves of hair. "HAAAAAAH-! were bout to crash straight into over time aren't we?" I sighed, pulling out my death book.
"Yes... Yes we are but it was to be expected." Elanora said running her free hand through my hair, delicate fingers playing with my hair.
I really don't care about that whole neutral face thing, emotionless thing, when were alone we can be as sentimental as we like.
"But I'm strictly against over time as a rule." I moaned.
"Everyone hates overtime Ronnie, but it's part of the job, though I don't see why management would be so in efficient by sending the numbers we have to do a reaping of this magnitude." She sighed, pushing up her glasses with her other hand and then pulling out her blue death book.
"What I mean is managements really pushing it am I right ?" I continue.
"It's crazy leaving the retrieval of all these souls... to just the three of us." I finish looking up to see Grell-Sempai standing on the iceberg...
Typical... he has to make a grand entrance.

"What bad manners on a maidens first night! if you ram something this big and hard into her, she just might break you know?" Grell smirked as he jumped off the ice berg at the last second, Ice flying everywhere as the ship screeched into the humungous iceberg.
" His dirty mouth annoys me to no end... how did you put up with him being your Grim Reaper mentor?" Elanora scoffed.
"William-Sempai helped out a lot of the time so in a way we had the same mentor." I sighed pushing my glasses up.
Grell landed on the boat a flamboyant pose as he landed on the ground heads rolling with a spin of his death scythe.
"... a luxury cruise... TO DIE FOR!" He said striking a pose.
"Lets go then love." I sighed...

**_Later..._**
Elanora had turned her head for two minutes to slay a few corpses and I find myself holding Sempai's waist.
I suddenly glanced to the side seeing more bodies fall off the side.
"No averting your eye's now! Come on... You need to feel it too!" Sempai said.
I hate being a junior, having to obey Grell's orders.
"This briny ocean air! I feel like I'm being caressed all over!" He cried.
ugghhhh, please kill me. I'm suffering!
"Uh... Sutcliff-Sempai... sir..." I whined, cringing as he spread his arms like a bird in flight.
Suddenly he screamed, hair being roughly pull, dragging against the floor, he cried in pain as his head repeatedly hit the floor. "What insolence!" Elanora sighed, looking up her left hand was behind her back and the other holding her rapier, bloodied and dripping.
Grell grunted to which Elanora stamped on his back, grinding her heel right in.
"We have no time for this and nor is it suitable for you to be doing such things with MY boyfriend..." She said, annoyance trailing in her voice.
She took her foot off with a "tch" sound escaping her lips. "Jealous are we?" He smirked, causing her to once again send his head into the floor.
"What that someone like you had the audacity to perv on another's partner, no, I'm not jealous of something like you." She said coldly, she sounds far too much like William-Sempai sometimes...
"Never mind anyway, I wanted a hunk to play this part not a brat like you." He said getting up and pointing at me.
How rude.
"By hunk you mean..." I said in annoyance thinking about that demon butler.
"Your Sebastian-Darling." Elanora scoffed.
"Sebas-! " Elanora stepped on his back again, rolling her eyes at the feminine screams of her senior.
"Anyway we totally don't have time for this kinda thing." I sighed, pulling out my death book and licking through the pages reading the names as I went.
"We've still got 1,034 souls just like this to go!" I whined.
"And they ordered us to investigate the moving corpses on top of our assignment, rather tactless if you ask me." Elanora huffed.
"Don't you whine over something like that. To us Grim reapers reaping the souls the absolute! So have your little snoop around when you have a minute to spare from reaping." Grell said standing up and adjusting his coat.
"I'm amazed you can say that when you're just coming off suspension." I said.
Elanora thinks I'm care free, not as much as him by far.
"I can handle doing overtime when Will's got it in for me. But I've had enough of suspension thank you very much!" Slinging his scythe over his shoulder and pushing open the door.
"Both are the pit's if you ask me." I said leaning over my leaning over my scythe.
"You're mad I would hate to get suspended, the sheer humiliation alone!" Elanora stated flabbergasted by my previous comment.

**_Elanora P.O.V_**
"Ugh there's just no end to them!" Grell announced slashing another doll with his death scythe.
What used to be the Grand first class suite of the Campania was now a all you can eat buffet for the undead!
"How bout we stop doing this now!" Ronald called, starting to struggle with the load slightly, yet his pace did not waver in the slightest.
"Agreed we don't have time for this we must carry out the rest of the list! We are running out of time!" I shouted spinning in a haze of dead, rapier pointed outward so each turn slashed the dolls from navel to nose.
"Well... true enough there's no point battling these things one by one." Grell said, relaxing in posture slightly.
"That's what I'm saying." Ronald said slouching over his lawn mower as he struck the last one of his horde.
"Cos' this ship... is going to sink..." He called grimly. A cold shiver went up my spine as if someone was running a cold, dead hand against my skin.
"Ronnie..." I whined, almost as if an agitated little girl, but I didn't care, I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that this ship was going down.
"Don't stress yourself love, we'll just get onto the iceberg with no time to spare and then portal back to HQ." Ronald assured me.

**_First class corridor_**
"We're finished here." Grell sighed, putting his hand on his hip.
"Next up's the third boiler room, we've gotta go five levels." Ronald said eyeing his death book incredibly closely.
"Ughhh! Five Levels? What a pain." Grell said huffing miserably.
"...All the same... What in the world could be making those corpses move hmmmm?" Ronald said pushing his mower along.
"No idea. That's why we've got orders to look into it right?" Grell slung his chainsaw over his shoulder walking down the corridor.
"I suppose but we were not even given a specified run down of the situation, how could we come up with a hypotheses for this then?" I said, catching up as I pulled a card from one of the dolls heads.
"By all rights, A body without a soul moving of its own will isn't possible... No... It wasn't possible. At least not in the world I know." Grell emphasized, Ronald and I walking close behind the he-she.
"Then all the more reason kids like us wouldn't understand!" Ronald laughed heartily a cheeky grin on his face.
"Speak for yourself ." I said in a low tone.
"Heyyyy! Are you trying to say I'm a women past her prime." He-she said in annoyance.
"Correction you're a He-she past it's past it's prime." I smirked. My foul mood pushing Grell over the edge a little to my pleasure.
Suddenly a loud clacking and rattle of horses. Out of no-where a carriage, pulled by corpse doll horses thingies bounded down the corridor.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!? HORSES!? HOWS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?" Ronald yelled in utter shock.
"This place veritable parade of the impossible." Grell smirked knowingly. Pointing his scythe towards the moving death wagon, he leapt forth, with one quick motion completely cutting the vehicle in horizontal, a delayed reaction of gushing blood erupting a second later.
"Hmmmm not bad! This is hardly the time to be playing good little girls at the village fair! Lets get our motors running and head to the next one kiddies!" He-she shouted slamming its scythe into the wild horse's side wit a sickening screech of two materials connecting.
The image however sent a chill down my spin as if alerting me to something long forgotten almost like a sixth sense. A feeling of Dejavu washed over me which I put to the back of my head as not to trigger a spontaneous black out...
Things are going to get a lot more hectic than I thought on this little trip..