A/N: Another update! :D I got this idea when I was in Biology and thinking of bones and skulls and skeletons but also Shellobeth's weight. When Grell first finds her it says that she's stretched thin and burned in several places, and since she's only had like two or three bottles since then- Just read and find out what my thought process was today.

PS: I know the last few chapters have been fairly similar but the next few after this one will change. Shellobeth will actually leave the Morgue for once and I may or may not make it a time skip.

PPS: So I'm kinda going to do both versions of Grell for this one. The manga where he wants kids and the anime where he doesn't really like them.

2:15PM.

It was a shock. Truly it was a shock when the red-head returned to the morgue for the third time that day (An object had gone missing from his jacket and it was in the pocket when he had gone there apparently) and saw the infants current condition. When he had last seen the tot she was as thin as a pin and as red as a rose in certain areas of her body. She had resembled something of the undead almost with the amount of missing flesh or the pieces of flesh that hung off of her thin body, but know, that was a completely different story.

He found the tiny child sitting in front of a decently sized mirror, that seemed like it had been placed out in front of her a while ago, as it was already covered by many little finger smudges. At first he didn't recognize her at all, and had actually thought that it may have been a completely different child that he was looking at, until being told by the crooked morgue owner that the infant was in fact Shellobeth.

"Not a bad job in fixing her up." Grell muttered as he picked her up and looked her over, taking note of every little change in the child.

She was light pink colour now, even all over her body instead of the red or white patchwork she had been before. Her wounds, which were mostly burns, had been covered in a good deal of bandages and creme to keep them from getting infected, a change that seemed to have both amused and calmed the baby quite abit. Another fix had been her hair, trimmed up to the same length and tied at the top of her head with a pink ribbon with any trace of a blonde curl missing from her tiny head. Confused, the reaper ran a gloved hand through the now raven's wing black curls, seemingly attempting to uncover the blonde once more.

"The ash wouldn't wash out." Undertaker explained suddenly when he noticed how Grell gave Shellobeth's hair a questioning look.

"It'll grow back out." Grell responded with a shrug as he continued to look the baby over with a bit of disinterest. "Hopefully."

Meanwhile, Shellobeth was smiling widely the entire time, enjoying the attention she was getting from the other. Soon, she was giggling like mad when a hand got placed over her tummy, which was now bigger than it had been before. If guessed she seemed to have gained at least three pounds in the past five hours, not that that was a bad thing. It did, after all, help her fit into her new dress, which was the same color as the ribbon in her hair.

If the red-head had to be honest, he would say that the dress itself was the best change about this child. With long sleeves that reached the her knees, and from the knee down, long white socks to keep the rest of her warm, it was just the perfect ensemble for the little one.

"Cute..." He muttered as he gave her one last glance and placed her back in front of the mirror.

The baby instantly cooed and crawled closer to the mirror. With a happy coo, she began to suck on it, making soft sounds with her little mouth as she did so. It would have been cute had she been a normal child doing it in a normal house, but that wasn't the case at all, and to some it probably would have looked rather scary.

"Um... What is she doing?" Grell was one of those people who thought this was very odd.

"She thinks theres another baby in there. Isn't she such a cute little muffin, hehe~?" The answer came quickly, as was custom of the Undertaker.

"So shes sucking on it?" With a frown, the younger reaper knelt down to the little girl, making a rather disgusted face at the drooly reflection of the baby. "Thats so unlady like..."

Shellobeth pulled away from the mirror suddenly to study her reflection again. As she did this, she noticed the bandage on her head and suddenly leaned forward as she began to suck on her reflections bandages.

"Shes kissing it actually." The silver-haired male chuckled as he watched, soon joining the other adult on the floor and leaning in between the pair to see his own reflection. "Shes such a little doll like that."

"Why say that?" Grell asked, rubbing the back of his head, some what entranced by the baby. "The kid is spitting on a mirror!"

"To make the baby feel better because it is hurt of course~"

"O-Okay then?" He was finally able to turn away from the scene before them. "So what do we plan on doing with her?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are we going to do with her? She doesn't look dead anymore so theres bound to be a few human families willing to take her or something. Shes still a baby so in a few months she won't remember any of this." Grell answered simply, and yet somewhat dramatically, waving his arms about the child's personal space and then his own just to make a point.

"Weeeeell, theres just one problem~ Hehe." A dead silence fell over the room with that.

"Problem? Oh Lord, what problem would that be?" Grell turned to him with wide eyes and his eyebrows knitting together.

"She said her first word today, hehe." Another silence followed this, but Undertaker didn't seem to mind, instead focusing on the baby once again and not the red-head.

"And?" Grell rolled his wrist, gesturing for him to continue, trying to get the other to go on.

"Annd?" Undertaker asked simply, having seemingly forgotten what topic he had just started.

"Oh God.. Please tell me she didn't..." Grell face palmed, somehow putting two and two together from this.

"Oh, but she did~" Rather than silence following this answer, Grell's response was immediate, and as always; Dramatic as all sin.

"In just thirteen hours!?" He yelped, somewhat in amazement.

"Apparently." Undertaker shrugged simply, completely un-phased by Grell's somewhat panicked state.

"I'm frightened to ask, what was her first word?" Grell seemed to calm down some, and was now rubbing the bridge of his nose where his glasses usually sat. "I'm really frightened to ask... Geez this kid is already giving me a migraine..."

Just then, the little girl in question, whose voice babbled in a somewhat loud whine, had turned away from her mirror and was now facing the two adults. When they both turned to her, she held up her tiny arms. One flinched away almost instantly, and the other had his arms wide open.

"Dadda!" She whined as she kept her arms up until the one she was addressing came over and picked her up.

"Okay, I guess its better you than me. So..." Grell paused and ran his fingers through his hair. "What do YOU plan on doing with her?"

He was about to answer Grell, but was cut off by Shellobeth, who hugged him tightly around his neck and giggled happily. Halting, the Undertaker once again seemed to forget about the red-head and instead was fully focused on the little bundle, rubbing his cheek against her little one and cooing happily.

"Dadda!" She said simply, and somehow that single word actually worked as an answer.

"Let me take a shot in the dark and say... Adoption?" This was answered with a nod from both Undertaker and Shellobeth.

Another silence fell about the room as the three stood staring blankly at one another. The silence, however, did not last long and was soon broken when all three began to laugh.

"This'll be interesting." Grell laughed out softly, though it was honestly a very awkward laugh, used souly to get rid of tension. "I know you've been around many children before, but actually raising one is something I doubt you'd last a week in doing."

The red-head stopped laughing suddenly and smoothed out his hair to it's usually straight and perfect style.

"Of course, if you can raise her, it be interesting to see how she turns out." His gaze shifted from the two, to an object on the floor.

It was a small rag doll, poorly stuffed with neon green buttons for eyes and a several triangles stitched on its face for a smile. Babba, as he remembered. the doll had been called.

"Well, I've found what I was missing." He muttered as he picked up the doll.

As much as it embarrassed him to admit it, he carried around the doll during field work as a traveling buddy. The second he picked it up Shellobeth cooed loudly. She let go of the hug and was soon reaching out her tiny hands for the doll. Raising an eyebrow (he really didn't understand why Shellobeth wasn't frighted of Babba, the doll was in fact quite scary looking.) Grell held out the toy for Shellobeth. She grabbed it and hugged it so tightly that if she hugged it any tighter its seems might come undone. After a while, she loosened her hold on the toy and held it back out to Grell, who simply waved her hands and the toy away.

"You can keep it." He muttered as Shellobeth cooed yet again. "Just take good care of him OK?"

She nodded and hugged the toy yet again, looking at it with eyes full of love as she supported his little head against her cheek.

"Good, but remember Shelly, I'll be coming over every so often to make sure you're taking care of her- him." He said, patting the girl's head then taking his leave.