FFFF, Fridays come too fast. XD No, but really this has been a busy week for me, but here I am, posting as usual~ And this week is a sort of special week . . .

Because winterkitten, one of my most frequent requesters, is finally getting a response to their first request! I'm very excited, because winterkitten has been extremely patient with me, so now it's time to pay back the favor. For the first of many, winterkitten has asked for an epic shinigami death. I'd give the summary like I normally do, but I think that would spoil this right away, and I don't want that.

Rating: T, for death scythes~ And some violence, of course. Can't kill Claude without some violence every now and then.

Disclaimer: Toboso Yana owns all of these gorgeous characters!

Drabble Number Thirty-Six: No Way Out!

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A flash, a slice, and twin pieces of identically colored fabric flying into the air . . .

They were at it again. Biting and scratching like a pair of annoyed cats, scrabbling for purchase on any solid object they could find. All because of one little scrap of food. One would think they were starving, watching these foolish antics. And that one . . . yes, that one! . . . had his own meal to devour, so why did he want the other?

Using his weapon to push his glasses further up his nose, Will could not resist rolling his eyes at the foolish display of frivolity.

"Wiiiiilllllll," Grell moaned, sagging against the other reaper's shoulder in aggravation. "Can't we jump in? That hideous-looking man is going to hurt my Sebby-chan!"

"It is not our fight to—"

The man fighting Michaelis altered his body slightly, his face lit in the faint moonlight of the dark night.

Will was repulsed. The resemblance was horrifying, to say the least. The glasses, the expression . . . no, just no. Had this demon seriously made himself a copy of . . . wait, no, that wasn't possible. Perhaps it was just a coincidence . . .

But either way, Will refused to allow someone that looked like him to exist in the same world he was in. There was simply no room for someone else like him. None whatsoever.

Once more the Shinigami adjusted his glasses, and then he turned to his partner, a wicked grin splitting his normally emotionless features. "I believe some manner of punishment should be placed into effect," he agreed, hoisting his Death Scythe over his shoulder. "Saving Sebastian seems to take priority for the moment."

No, he did not care about Michaelis. But if it would get his love-struck partner motivated . . .

"Ooh, thank you, Willy dear!" With a disgustingly sloppy kiss to the cheek, Grell dashed off, the revving of a chainsaw alerting the two squabbling demons to the presence of another supernatural being.

Will wasted another five minutes trying to wipe off the slobber left by the smooch, mentally thanking whoever wanted to listen that Grell had not managed to kiss him straight on the mouth.

By then, Grell had jumped into the middle of the battle and stood there, stomping his feet at the other demon like it would stop the rough fighting. The Michaelis demon looked positively annoyed, but the other one just stood there, taking it all in stride. Exactly like Will would have done.

Yeah, this bastard had to go.

Will wasted no time in jumping in; he sent his Death Scythe sailing into the lookalike demon's face, successfully knocking off those infernal spectacles before his opponent had any idea what was going on.

Michaelis had a condescending smirk waiting for him the second he stepped out from his hiding place. "Ah, Mr. Spears, come to help?"

"I have no intentions of helping the likes of you out. I merely have a personal vendetta to attend to at the moment."

"Ehhh? Will?" Grell exclaimed, leaning over his shoulder. "What could you possibly want do with this ugly guy?"

"He looks like me!" Will spat out, swinging his Death Scythe at the mystery demon's face again. "I cannot condone having someone who looks like me living in the same atmosphere as I. He must be eliminated!"

"Ooh, a match of ugly versus—"

"Sutcliffe! Are you going to help or what?"

The revving of a chainsaw echoed through the silence that followed; the Death Scythe swung precariously close to Will's neck in the redhead's excitement. "That bastard tried to kill Sebastian; of course I'm gonna kill him!"

Michaelis took a step back and sat down against a chimney top . . . well away from the festivities, and that was perfectly fine with Will.

The demon had a hideous weapon . . . a demon sword, if his memory served him right. It would be a pain to avoid it, but he believed it would not be too large of a challenge. Rather, it was the demon's eyes he needed to watch out for; now that his glasses had been knocked off, the Shinigami could see that his eyes were a golden color, meant to entrance.

"You are a hindrance," the demon stated in annoyance. "I do not appreciate the fact that you disrupted my battle. I shall have to dispose of you—"

Will and Grell moved in sync, the redhead swooping in from the right while Will ducked forward from the left. The demon normally would have seemed unfazed by this, but clearly he had not been expecting them to move while he was still talking . . .

And it cost him.

The chainsaw cleaved a deep rut into the demon's torso; blood and cinematic record spewed from the wound simultaneously. Will's Death Scythe stabbed into the area where the demon's heart should have been, and the Death God narrowly dodged a swipe of the demon sword at the same time.

The demon was dead before it even hit the roof.

"Oh, Sebby!" Grell squealed, whirling around excitedly. "I saved you, my dear! You should reward me with a passion-filled kiss . . ."

Will spat into the demon's unmoving face. "No one abuses my face in such a way," he huffed out . . . and pushed his glasses up once again.

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And THAT, my friends, is the tale of Vanity the Shinigami.

…Just kidding.

Also, a small thanks for 300 reviews; you guys are the best~ *hugs*

Next week's request is from Arwynn1245; I think you'll like this one a lot too.

Until then, gaiz! Thanks for reading!

~Shadow