The next main chapter for Until the day I'm forgiven will soon be coming, I just need to write the rest of it and I'm just about ¾ done with it.

His dreams

"And we're done!" An cheered and the reapers around her cheered alongside her as well. She and the team were cooped up in one of the many offices of the Department after pulling the short end of the stick and the prize of paperwork duty.

They all finished the paperwork given then since their four shift of paperwork duty, just in time to give some of the files to Gakushu and Ikeda to give to the teachers of Class-E. The female dressed in her black suit filed and packaged, she popped them on the tray and waited for someone to take them away. And they did, Thomas Freeman of the English Branch came into the room. The stoic male thanked the reapers of the room, he excused them from their dreaded paperwork duties and all cheered wildly. Somebody else will suffer in their place!

Thomas placed the trays of paper on his trolley, before going to the next office for another pile of trays. Everyone there started to pack up for the next group, An drowned her third cup of straight black coffee. She woke up 3AM in Kungigaoko's time for this shift.

'At least my caffeine intake isn't bad when compared to Rilliane's addiction.' An mentally chuckled and she had her hair go through her hair and then to her pony tail. Something felt missing…

"Crap, I think I left my hairpin in that file!" She jolted out from her seat from panick and slammed her hands on the table.

"Why?" James asked.

"We ran out of paperclips." An simply answered.

"… Say, how would a human react with small traces of material made in the Department?" An hoped that the hairpin wasn't in the pile for Class-E but instead for the group stationed in Belgium to watch demon activity. The same group that housed both Ignis and Noct.

"Don't know." Johnny shrugged. "At least it wasn't your Death Scythe." The other hairpin that was struck into her ponytail was her death scythe.

"Yeah…" An whispered as she touched the back of her hair to feel the other pin.

"Aren't those gem stones made from your blood?" Hoshino pointed out as she recounted of how red the stones that formed five-petal flowers where.

"Why is that a thing?" Mark asked.

"It was a phrase! I thought it was cool!" An yelled with a blushing face. "And I felt bad, Johnny and Ikeda made something similar with their blood for my birthday and I had leftovers after I made their gifts!"

Johnny didn't like the looks the rest of the group but An gave to him. He knew that they were copying Gretel's infamous gesture.

"Don't you dare start."

"… What's this?" Karasuma asked himself as he stared at the top corner of the files given by Gakushu for him to read. Something on the reconstruction of the moon, anyway there was something red staring at him.

'A hairpin?' He asked himself as he picked the pin off and closely observed it. It had a red five-petal flower attached to the black piece of metal. Each petal was made from some sort of crystal and moulded into this shape.

'… Is this how they flirt?' A groan almost escaped from his mouth. He had enough problems for the day, he didn't help a horde of females going up to him for a date. His heart already belong to someone else long ago.

He quickly remembered the talk shortly when they were at the staff room from two certain workers. They were starting about new uniform rules about the assignment, something about wearing their black suits as if they were in the Office. And there they were, the two were wearing identical suits, black pants, black tie, black leather shoes and suit jacket with a white buttoned shirt underneath. It was as if the two came out of the movie set for Man in Black. Gakushu just changed out from his school uniform to avoid suspicion from the main building.

Their latter conversation afterwards added some context in his current situation.

"Wait wait, they are already having photos set up for Karasuma." Gakushu stuttered. "How?! Not that I'm complaining or anything, but-"

"Some profile pictures got leaked and girls are climbing all over him. James even said he's hot." Ikeda said as he sipped his coffee for the morning. He then shrugged. "Meh, as long as An doesn't even give a blink to him. I don't care."

'Of course.' Gakushu thought and wished that Ikeda was like that more often than going out of his way of stealing his sweets. He took a final bite of his strawberry-filled jam toast. Now that Karasuma thought about it, Gakushu was eating a lot of sweets since yesterday when he joined Class-E.

"I just hope this calms down there photos around me." Gakushu hugged himself with a strained smile. Ikeda gave him a sympathy back on the back as he shook his head with sympathy.

"I wouldn't count on that." Ikeda chuckled.

'… This is the infamous ghost organisation, the GRD… right?' Karasuma thought to himself as he stared over the hairpin. Now that he looked closely, he reminded him of a similar hairpin of a someone he used to know.

The white flower on the pin next to the red one brought back to the Australian summer and of white flowy summer dresses.

'I thought this would be interesting, for fucks sake we have a yellow octopus for a teacher.' Ikeda internally whined as he and Gakushu sat through Class-E's PE lesson.

The two reapers were watching the students as they completed training exercises. They sat on a wooden bench, eariler in Physics class. The two started to play the card game of Uno before being caught out by Korosensei. What shocked the class was that Gakushu was even playing while on work or how Ikeda napped through the entirely of Korosensei's lecture.

Ikeda was hoping that the day would get more interesting, he told himself that yesterday was a slow day but the thought of this being a daily occurrence was horrifying. He envied on how the alien teacher left to go visit Movie-world down in Queensland, Australia.

"I wished I had took that holiday to Dubai." Ikeda sighed as he sipped his fifth coffee of the day. He could understand better of how Gakushu's main senior Rilliane felt whenever she was in the 'meetings'.

'I really wanted that gold-plated Ferrari.'

"Then go." Gakushu said with a bored look as he flipped through another report sent by the Department. Ikeda whined and drew out fake tears, crying out of how his little brother was being mean. At this point, Gakushu gave up on having Ikeda behave on this assignment and acting as professional representatives.

"So, have you been talking to Ren?" Ikeda hoped to have something stimulate his mind and gossip was always the best route.

"We will not discuss this here." Gakushu retorted. He glared at the man as the other just giggled with one hand over his mouth. The gesture was known as the Gretel gesture. "Don't you stare start, why did I tell you about my feelings?"

"At least Gretel doesn't know." Ikeda laughed before it wavered. "Yet…"

The two shivered from the mere thought of Gretel playing matchmaker between Gakushu and Ren. The two's attention then shifted when Ikeda's phone started to go off.

"It's Ikeda." He picked up his phone.

Rilliane's voice came through. "So Ikeda, seeing that your voice isn't raspy from the pain, you haven't set up Gakushu-chan's temper, stolen his snacks or him breaking your ribs."

Ikeda could hear paper being ruffled along with screams for Grell's blood in the background. 'Must be in the Office.' Ikeda thought.

"Don't you mean hear?" Ikeda teased back, Gakushu rolled his chartreuse phosphorescent eyes behind his black-framed glasses.

"As much as I want to listen in to your jokes, Grell stuffed up again." Rilliane sighed and then she sipped which Ikeda assumes it was her usual cup of coffee. "I need you go visit that girl involved with the Tokyo incident."

"The Tokyo incident, do you mean the incident where Shu was jumping from rooftop to rooftop chasing a high-level demon in Tokyo. However he was too late and the demon made a contact with a revenge seeking girl who thought Shu killed her brother when in actuality he was on his shifts and also has the ability to see us in our uniforms. After that Shu got trapped in the things magic before being able to break out, then later got slashed to the chest at some point with a rookie's death scythe." Ikeda recounted, entirety in English. He couldn't risk those mundane around them to hear about their operations, even if he wasn't taking the representative study very seriously.

"The very same. And the very same girl who made that contract." Rilliane affirmed. "You are free from your duties for at least two days or a day and a half, prepare for the trip tomorrow, you will be able to leave within an hour. And by the way, the Department just wants you to be there to basically stand there so you can bring in that game of monopoly. It is classed as my act in neutral meetings."

The two ignore the looks of Class-E as the phone conversation continued, they only started to pay attention when they heard the word of 'death scythe'. It reminded them of the assassin, the Shingami. Rilliane gave the final note. "Ivan will watch over the class."

"Gotcha. Although it wasn't like we were doing much in the first place." And with that, Ikeda ended the call. He looked up to the clear blue sky as he leaned back on the bench.

"Looks like we are free in an hour and we can finally leave this dump." Ikeda exclaimed and it definitely ticked off almost all of the students.

"... Now what?" Ikeda asked as he snapped back up. "I didn't bring anything with me, maybe I should bring my 3DS on Monday."

"I don't know. There is a glove and a baseball over here." Gakushu shrugged. Unknowing to the class, behind his report files was a Brecht poetry book along with his phone as he ignored more texts from Ren.

'He is even texting during class.' Gakushu felt bad that he was ignoring Ren but it needed to be done. He was a Grim Reaper and Ren was a human, the two are destined to be separated as the two walk differing paths. That and Gakushu didn't know how to talk to Ren after he 'joined' Class-E.

"It's not basketball but it will have to do." Ikeda said as he got up, Gakushu closed his file and grabbed the ball before throwing the glove to the man. Preferably to his face but the other caught it with ease. The two glanced to Class-E and they quietly diverted their looks away.

"So, about Ren." Ikeda casually asked in French, whistling to his position.

"Quiet pudding thief." Gakushu growled back in French.

"What? The guy is texting you like crazy, just talk to the guy already." Ikeda whined. Gakushu glared sharply at the other. "When I showed one of the text to Gretel, she cried for you. 'Gakushu, please talk to me. Please, I need to see you. Even if it is just your voice, it will be enough.' … Man, I can see why you are smittened with him."

"This is none of your business! Did you hack into my phone?!" Gakushu yelled in the language of love. He hated how Ikeda was laughing at him in that annoying booming voice of his. They once more caught the attention of the class back to the pair and a small detail came into attention to the strawberry blonde. 'Language of love…. why did I confessed everything to pudding thief!? He planned this!'

"It's not that hard when you have a friend named Viktor who just so happens to work in the Technology Division." Ikeda clicked his tongue and gave out his signature smirky grin. He was proud of his work in reducing Shu into a blushing mess, he was so tempted to go and pinch those reddening ears.

"Ikeda!" Gakushu roared as he threw the ball aimed to the man's face. Ikeda however smirked and swiftly and effortlessly dodged the throw. Ikeda though wondered why Gakushu had a panicked face replacing his earlier maddening blush.

"Look out! Karasuma-sensei!" Gakushu yelled. Ikeda quickly snapped back, he couldn't even mutter a curse as the ball through by an angry reaper was heading towards the man.

"What-" The black haired teacher voiced and it was too late. The ball smashed into Karasuma's temple. And he was out for the day as he fell to the ground, face-down.

"Fuck." Ikeda muttered to himself as he, Gakushu and the class started to surround the fallen man. The two ignore the hateful glares of the students. "I'm not an expert, so I don't know if you fractured his skull."

Ikeda kneeled down and turned the fallen back to lie on his back. "At least you didn't broke his nose. Or his ribs."

"I think we should take him back with us." Gakushu said. The class gasped and protested his suggestion, again the two ignored their cries. "

Ikeda waved to the class. "Well it was fun seeing you but we have to go now." He picked up the well-toned Karasuma with ease like a sack of potatoes as if he weighed nothing.

"Wait!" Megu yelled, when everyone turned their heads around to where Ikeda and Gakushu supposed to be. The two already vanished, It was as if they just teleported, as they didn't heard their footsteps.

"You think you can buy me some carrot cake from the cafe?" Ikeda mused.

"Seeing that you are most likely talking about An's carrot cake, it is already gone by the time we get their." Gakushu growled under his breath. He really wanted some. He distracted his desire for cake by going through his smartphone, texting in the Department that they are bringing in a mundane to be checked in the Medical Ward. Although they would usually leave those the reapers injured in the hands of a normal hospital, Karasuma just dealt with a hit from an angry Gakushu.

"Ha, good control on that temper of yours." Ikeda boastfully laughed.

"I do not have a temper." Gakushu kept his voice in check and didn't go in to hear at the man's ears.

"And I don't have a thing for An, gotcha." Ikeda mused as he swift moved away from an elbow coming its way to his ribs. "Careful, I'm carrying Kuma here."

"Loves me."

"Loves me not."

"Loves me."

"..."

'I know that voice.'

Karasuma woke up to see a little boy with black hair sitting by in the grass. He was plucking off the petals one by one as he blankly watched. He sat with his knees close to his body at the park. He plucked the final petal and received the final verdict.

"Loves me not."

'… I remember this.' Karasuma was looking back to his childhood memories, the little boy before him was his eight year old self. He could had swore that he was a bit taller than this, but then again he was a sickly child.

'That means!' He looked around, for any sign as he desperately searched. And there she was.

A girl around the age of 18 was walking in that same park, in both of her hands were two cans of soft drinks. And it was icy cold, perfect for the hot and sunny weather of an Australian summer. She had long jet black hair that reached down to her waist and was tied in a ponytail. Her bangs covered her forehead and it curled to the right and her eyes gently shined the colours of chocolate brown.

His heart fluttered as his breath hitched. She wore a long summer dress with sleeves only halfway to her arm. Beneath that were white bandages that wrapped around her arms. Her name was Anna. Karasuma warmly smiled as he watched her, his first love.

His first love, she was the one who inspired Karasuma of what he was now, the one who made his person. However the days of sunshine and happiness ended when he needed to return back to Japan. She no longer was a part in his world anymore, it has been like that for years. He felt guilt that he was using Irina to fill in the emptiness after Anna left, but no matter what he did it could never be full.

Anna noticed that the small boy wasn't paying attention at all. She hoped as she tread carefully and quiet, she could surprise the boy with a cold can contacting his cheek. Maybe a 'yelp' or a 'kya' sound from the boy.

Why did Karasuma feel her thoughts and feelings? He told himself that it was only a dream, although he wanted this to last forever. He somewhat hoped that Gakushu's throw would land him coma.

She slowly approached to the small boy, she noticed of the discarded flowers around him and their petals plucked.

'What is he doing now?' That girl thought to herself, she slightly bent over and closely saw a daisy in his hands. He was plucking its petals off one by one while he chanted 'Loves me, loves me not.'

She had to hold in her laughter, 'So cute!' She thought that this boy couldn't get any more adorable than he already was. Karasuma wanted to both blush and protest. He wanted to protect her, not to be cute.

'Does he have that crush with the girl next door?'

'Wrong.' Karasuma mentally said to Anna's thoughts.

'I should store this in for later to tease him.' She playfully thought as she continued to watch the little hands pluck the petals off. 'What will it end up with?'

"A love me not." Karasuma answered but his words went into deaf ears.

Then boy said 'Loves me' and one petal was left on the stud. He hovered his fingers about the white petal and she could tell that he was pouting. Anna always knew what Karasuma was feeling.

'Oh, is it a love me not? Aw, how disappointing.' She smiled to herself cheekily. She prepared to have the can touch his chubby cheeks. Karasuma sighed but he kept to his smile, he missed this.

"Anna…" His child-self softly whispered and his body shook a bit.

'… Did he knew that I was here?!' She internally panicky and froze on her spot. Karasuma couldn't help but laugh when he saw her get flustered. It was very rare and he didn't even know if he ever saw her like that, she was always calmed and collected. She was fun and cheeky at times. But the little boy still had his back faced her.

"She doesn't hate me, she doesn't?" The little boy whimpered, he let out a sniffle and the girl could tell that he was crying. As one hand still had the flower, he used his free arm and rubbed it to his eyes. The adult Karasuma was embarrassed and knew he was blushing mad, of course Anna had bear witness at this scene of him crying… again.

'So much of being her little King.' He sighed to himself once more, using one of the many nicknames she had given to him.

Her smile quickly wavered and her face held a small frown, Karasuma hate the fact that he was the one who was doing that but she quickly gained back that smile.

'Ah, you're so silly…" She softly smiled, she noticed how many flowers had their petals pulled out and she placed the drinks down on the grass.

'She somehow always knew what I was thinking…'

The boy looks down at his plucked flower, soon he noticed of the petals rained in front of him. 'Eh…? How was that possible?'

"Anna loves Kara very much." A voice called out from behind and the little boy saw that the small white petals sprinkled all over him. He tilted his hand up and there she was, in her fluttering white dress.

"A-Anna!" He jolted and almost fell back. The tears continued to fall down his reddened cheeks.

'She somehow always knew what to say…'

Kara looked in surprise, the tears continued to fall down his soft chubby cheeks. She bent down to meet at eye level, she ruffled his short hair. "You're were always such a cry-baby." She teased as she went to pinch his tear-stained cheeks. She rubbed the tears away with her thumb.

"Now where is my smile, my little king?" She pinched it enough that it won't hurt the child, she moulded it upwards to turn that frown into a smile.

"I told you, my names is Karasuma!" The young Karasuma yelled as he tried to pull away from her grip.

"… Ka-ra?"

"Ka-ra-su-ma!"

Karsuma smiled at this memory, even if was a dream as he was hearing her thoughts, he wanted to rewatch this scene over and over again.

"He's up." A voice called out to him as he opened his piercing dark eyes. He felt the pain around the back of his skull, he slowly got up from his waist as he rubbed that exact spot.

He turned to see Ikeda and Gakushu eating cake by his side. He could see that Gakushu was yelling at the man while the other laughed away. It was very surreal to see Gakushu acting like his age than how he portrayed himself back when he was in the main building. Gakushu quickly stopped his shouting matching while sporting a face that resembled like a cherry tomato.

"It's going to bruise but it will be fine." A man with dark blue hair in the style of a pompadour said as he checked over Karasuma's head. He wore a white medical coat buttoned up and there was a name tag on the right side of his chest that reads 'Kim Tae-sik.'

"Thanks Tae-sik." Ikeda patted the man on the man like a hyperactive child. The blue haired man shook his head in disapproval of the lack of professionalism from his friend but going from what the Department was saying. Everyone was treating it as it was a meeting between the Angels and Demons, meaning nobody was going to take it seriously.

"I'm going on break in five minutes, want anything?" Tae-sik straighten his back, Karasuma couldn't help but feel intimidated under the man's gaze. Something about that eye colour of his, the bright neon green of chartreuse phosphorescent sends shivers down his spine whenever he looks into them. It didn't help that Gakushu and Ikeda share the same shade as the man, it felt so inhumane.

"We need some dinner, French for me." Ikeda gave out a toothy grin, resting his cheek with his arm.

"Italian, if Feli has that pasta going around, take some for me." Gakushu answered. The doctor nodded.

He then turned to Karasuma once more. "You?"

"-It's fine. I don't need anything." Karasuma hated how panic he sounded, not the best impression to give up to two members of the GRD.

Tae-sik stared down at the man, Karasuma couldn't help but squirm under his gaze. "I will get you something light then." Then he walked off and slide the bed-screen opened before closing it behind him.

Karasuma massaged his head, "What happened?"

"Well, me and Shu-" Ikeda ignored Gakushu's correction as he continued with the story. "-did some game of catch and Shu over here threw it a little bit too hard. Then bam! Right to your face! You been out for hours. I'm surprised that you woke up this early after dealing a blow like that." Ikeda boasted as he burst into laughter.

"Who was he?" Karasuma pointed to the bedscreen.

"Well, Kim and I were juniors under the same main senior. So I guess that makes us brothers." Ikeda mused to himself, he never really thought about it that much. As much as the two would death-glare any straight male who gets close to An, Tae-sik didn't have that type of feelings for her. He could best describe it as-

That train of thought was immediately cut when he turned to the reaper of almost four years. "What do you think Shu?" He turned to the young boy in French.

"It's Gakushu." Gakushu corrected the man once again for god knows how many times. He then answered Ikeda's question back in French. "If Ivan can be my uncle. Lucia my aunt, Arthur and Gretel as my siblings and Rilliane as my mother. It could be."

Ikeda turned back to Karasuma. "Anything after that is a secret." He smiled as he zipped his lips.

"Why did you stay?" Karasuma asked. It felt odd that the pair stayed just to see if he was okay,

"Frankly, we had nothing else to do. No shift, no paperwork, nothing left to do. And we are already packed up for Tokyo tomorrow." Ikeda answered bluntly.

"What."

"You would had found out anyway but me and Shu has some business in Tokyo." Ikeda shrugged his arms out. Then there was a beep coming from his pockets, he went into it and took out a phone that was a similar model to Karasuma's. "Oh lookie here, there is a text that reads that the Department officials will be off to Tokyo and won't be there to observe Class-E on Friday." He casually threw it to Karasuma's lap. The other jolted out to grab it, and there it was. 'Department officials will be off campus, continue to do the routine.'

"We have to make sure that you didn't ended up dead." Ikeda added, he turned to Gakushu and started to dug his gloved hand into Gakushu's strawberry blonde hair. And ruffled it madly.

"Department members are allowed to hurt anything as long we don't kill them at the end of it. And when up against this guy's strength, we need to double check." Gakushu tried to slap away the hand, after a good minute or so, he was successful although his hair resembled of a certain Russian reaper.

"I need to give an apology." The strawberry blonde coughed, ignoring the fact that his hair currently resembles a bird nest, tangled and curly like Ivan's black curly hair. "Since I was the one who threw the ball."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, an accident is an accident." Karasuma said, then he felt a sting at his temple. He went to massage that area. "Just, try to be careful next time."

"See you at work Kuma. We will be back next week" Ikeda ruffled the man's dark hair. Karasuma couldn't help but have his eyes twitched from his contact. The light haired man hummed to himself as he went through the other man's hair for a good solid minute.

"Not exactly like Ivan's." Ikeda said as he turned to Gakushu. "What do you think?"

While the two had a conversation of which colleague's hair resembled Karasuma's now ruffled hair, the other had an internal dialog. He thought that the way Ikeda's hand goes, it felt similar, like it was copied right from his childhood.

The black haired government agent acting as a teacher just noticed a glass of water next to him on a bed stool. His throat felt dry and so he drank

"I'm going to rest for a bit before getting back home." The non-Department member said as he laid back on the bed. 'I feel drowsy.'

"Well, once you wake up. You will be back at home anyway." Ikeda said before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, from a dream where his younger self was eating pancakes his caretaker made for breakfast. He was currently resting on his couch back in his home.

That night, he didn't have another dream of his first love. When he came back to his home, in the comfort of his couch. He couldn't even batter an eye that the Department knew the address of his home.

He saw that there was a bag sitting in the middle of his coffee table. He carefully went through the bag, the plastic russled and he pulled out a bento box. There was another box, it was black, long and slender. He opened it to find a pair of chopsticks.

On the bento box, there was a crudely drawn chibi version of Ikeda's face, with a wink and a tongue stuck out in the corner. 'You fell asleep when Tae-sik came with your dinner, here you go. You can go microwave it for 3 minutes.'

'... This is the infamous ghost organisation… right?' Karasuma had so many questions, he knew that Ikeda was dangerous, the look in his neon green eye screams at him that he should run away. It was the same for Gakushu Asano. He had never seen a look on a student like that, if anything he only saw it in his colleagues after they came back from a mission.

He eat his packaged dinner as he set us to finish his daily work, reports, assignments and grading. The usual. He couldn't help but think that the dinner was delicious. When he looked up to the clock to see that it was very late into the night, he called it a day and went to sleep.

He woke up in the middle of the night, he eyed at the hairpin that sat by his bed stool. He forgot to ask Gakushu or Ikeda about it, and then a thought came into his head.

He grabbed the pin and placed it into his pajama pockets. He didn't knew why but he wanted to see Anna again, and maybe this can trigger that.

That night in his second dream, he stood there as Anna rushed to comfort his child-self after scraping his knee when he fell off his skateboard in attempts to impress her.

Maybe nobody would notice the hairpin, only him and his 'admirer.' Now that he thought about it, the gentle white flower reminded him of her... His first love.

And only love.