A/N: *screaming into a pillow until I notice you reading this* Oh hey! :D *tosses pillow aside as it knocks over a lap* Hi how are ya? I don't know about you but I am doing absolutely awful! With harsh family and friend/family problems I am in over my head with stress and upset emotions and my stubbornness isn't helping either soooooap, since I don't have control with the families in my life I am going to write of the one in this story. Now I got a review for the previous chapter asking about pairings and I think its kinda funny, this story was actually originally drafted to be a pairing fic but I'm not so sure about it so if you guys want to pairing just leave it in a review and I will think about it but now no pairings. So anywho, I've noticed a few chapters were either fillers or took place in the same place so we're gonna change it up a bit in this chapter XD so without any further delays, *plugs in my headphones and puts on Butterfly Kisses* This is 'CHAPTER WITHOUT A TITLE YET BUT IT WILL HAVE ONE WHEN I POST IT!'

A week and come and gone and both the adult and child were still in tact and still coexisting with one another peacefully (Well other than the baby's tendency to wake up in the middle of the night screaming just because she had nothing better to do) and this shallow victory just had to be shared with their redheaded friend who for some reason didn't keep his promise that week in checking in on things, so the baby soon found herself one day waking up in a rather odd place. It was a baby carriage of corse, black in color with a matching lace sheet over the top of it to block out some of the harsh sunlight from touching the baby's skin but had a few holes in the shape of flowers for the baby not to get frightened from the dark and so she could at least have some fresh air.

'I wonder where we are.' The baby thought as she observed her surroundings.

Above her head she saw the flowers were blue, but then white, and then back to blue, and then green, and then blue away. A small thing that made her giggle in utter delight as it happened, having never seen the sky before, this was a new discovery for her. Another new discovery that delighted her was a bottle that had been tucked under her left arm and her stuffed toy Babba tucked under the other.

'Wonder whats in here.' She cooed out loud as she dropped the toy and lifted the bottle with both arms, pressing her lips to the bottle's plastic top and sucked on it.

It was something warm and sweet but what ever was in the bottle was hidden from Shellobeth's view by the bottles glass casing being painted dark pink. What ever she was drinking was nothing poison and since it was more than likely given to her by her daddy then it probably wasn't anything that would harm her in any way, but even so she was curious to know what it was. Tiny grunts were soon heard by the adult as the infant tried to twist off the lid of her bottle and much to her luck (a bit of her annoyance) her father stopped her from opening it and gently scolded the child for it.

'I just wanna know whats in there!' She cooed as she reached for her bottle which had just been taken away from her, completely ignoring what was being said to her.

That was the only thing that really changed between the two during that week. They had developed some what of a langauge that only they really could understand and it had been done so simply it made them both question why the red-headed reaper had made parenting seem so difficult.

"It's just milk princess. You've had it before~ I think." He answered as he handed the bottle back to the little girl and then rubbed her little head.

She blinked once or twice, then went back to happily sucking her bottle until she eventually fell asleep holding it again, only to be woken up what seemed to be seconds later by an unfamiliar voice.

"Um, so... When and how did the kid happen?" A male's voice came, followed by a very hollow thump. "What? I just want to know- how its- here."

"We've been over this quite a few times, Ronald." The familiar voice of Grell answered him. "She isn't biological to any of us, she was on the die list and her parents left her, so yeah. Thats how shes here."

"Its a girl?" The other male, dubbed Ronald, asked slowly.

"Her name is Shellobeth! You knew this since yesterday... Wait! You thought it was a boy until now?" Grell shot at him in annoyance.

"Well no, its just Shellobeth is a pretty awkward name you know?" Ronald said quickly, his tone as carefree as always.

"Are you calling my little princess awkward~? Cause you know, I have a coffin in your size back at my morgue if you are." Undertaker asked in a defensive, but humored tone.

"No, just her name!" Ronald said, almost desperate sounding.

"You know, I found out why they call her that." Grell interrupted the two, and inspecting his nails idly in a very uncaring way.

"Really? Whys that?" Both asked curiously.

"Shellobeth, say it slowly, its something you can kill a new-born in." He said simply with a shrug. "Shallow bath, her mom tried to kill her before."

"Oh... How sad!" Ronald said cooly while folding his arms behind his head with a simple shrug. "Eh, but since when has any of us ever had a 'happy' backstory?"

"Sad but true." Grell said nonchalantly, folding his arms in front of him as if unimpressed.

A sudden whine made all three males go silent as they turned back towards the cradle.

"Well at least we know shes alive." Grell muttered as he walked over to the cradle, narrowly dodging an 'I told you so' from Undertaker.

Shaking his head, Grell slowly lifted up the lace veil currently hiding the baby girl from view and picked Shellobeth up carefully. Shellobeth smiled happily up at him and waved at him. He turned back to the others and held her out for Ronald to see.

"This is Shellobeth." He said, not noticing the hearts in the baby's eyes when she saw the blonde haired reaper.

"Oh, shes just adorable." Ronald said as he took a step closer to get a better look at her. "How old is she again?"

"Two months, which is apparently the age to imprint." Grell answered as he shot the older reaper a sideways glance.

"She thinks you're her mother? Thats hysterical." Ronald said with a slight laugh as he turned his attention back to his senpai.

"Not me and not as a mother." Grell muttered under his breath as he held out Shellobeth and offered her to Ronald, not wanting to hold her anymore.

"So she sees that guy as a father? Thats adorable!" The blonde giggled as he took Shellobeth into his arms and watched as she snuggled into him happily.

"Wait, why is it funny when she thinks of me as a mother but not him as a father?" He didn't sound at all amused by those comments.

"It just is. It seems more natural that way." He answered with a shrug but soon realized his mistake in his choice of words and tensed up.

"Cover the baby's ears. I have something to say about that!" The red-head yelped and the baby's ears were covered after that.

From her point-of view the red reaper was yelling about something and randomly pointing at things, including himself and the whole display made Shellobeth laugh her tiny bottom off and when the ranting soon ended and Shellobeth's ears were uncovered, she was still laughing, earning a deep red blush from Grell.

"What is she laughing at?" He asked to no one in particular.

"I guess she thinks you were acting silly." Ronald suggested as the baby was handed back over to her father. "And I'm sorry, I guess you could be a mom. I mean you did get her to laugh, and since she already has a daddy she'll need a mommy. But wait, would that make you two-"

"Shut the heck up Ronald!" The youngest reaper was soon tackled to the floor and playful punches were landed on the two while the oldest and youngest watched in pure amusement.

'Look they both fell down!' Shellobeth cooed happily, but looked up suddenly at a new figure now standing in the door way.

"Sutcliff. Knox." The stern voice matched the stern face man standing in the doorway, and instantly the two men tore away from one another and pulled themselves off of the floor.

"Oh, hey Will." Ronald greeted as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

The room stayed dead quiet as the four men passed along an awkward and silent conversation that must have been had many times before if they could understand each other even without words. Meanwhile Shellobeth, who had no idea what was going on, suddenly burst into a fit of high-pitched giggles which caught all of their attentions.

"And who is this?" The stern man dubbed Will asked after a long pause.

"T-this is um Shellobeth." Ronald stuttered out slowly.

"Shellobeth." He echoed, his face growing sterner as he glanced quickly at the baby. "Am I to assume that this is the missing soul from our list?"

"What if she is?" Grell asked suddenly. "Theres no where in the rules that says that this sort of stuff isn't allowed to-"

"How about we step out into the hallway to talk about this, gents? I'm sure Shelly wants a nap right about now~" Undertaker said as he put her back in her carriage and put the veil back over her.

'But I not even sleepy!' Shellobeth cooed as she pouted and crossed her arms. 'I wanna be picked up again! Not sleep!'

The room stayed silent, and the sounds of many falling footsteps and a closing door soon followed. With this, the room went and stayed silent, so Shellobeth figured she must've been alone again and began to slowly close her eyes.

'I is not sleeping. I just closing my eyes.' She thought to herself but found herself fast asleep seconds later, completely unaware of the conversation going on outside the room that was focused mainly on her.

"An entire week and everything was fine~" The silver-haired reaper said to the raven haired one, a little giggle lining his tone. "Only one kitchen fire!"

"A week isn't the same as an entire life time!" Will responded in a snappy tone, folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. "And the amount of paper work that will have to be filed for her is a chore in and of itself. She'll need adoption papers, and her registration papers to become a reaper, as well as her registration for the academy once shes old enough."

"If she even lives that long." Grell muttered with a roll of the eyes.

"No one asked for your input!" Will pointed out when it was obvious that comment had struck a serious nerve in the oldest of the four.

"Well, no one asked for yours." Undertaker reminded Will, laughing softly.

"Ouch." Ronald, who up until this point had stayed silent shot out in a school-boy like tone.

"I still don't see what the big deal is." The morgue owner muttered in a kidish type tone while also folding his arms.

"There isn't one. Those two just like to be dramatic." The youngest reaper replied.

"Again, no one asked for your input." Grell said in a very pissy tone, glaring at Ronald.

"You're only saying that because he said it first!" Ronald yelped, sending the red-head a sharp glare. "As usual."

"And whats that supposed to mean Ronald!?" Grell asked, suddenly turning a shade of pink.

"I think you know exactly what it means loverboy!" Ronald narrowly dodged a slap to the head and Grell wasn't as lucky in dodging a bonk on the head from Will's scythe.

"Stop it both of you, no we're straying off topic." He reminded them both while adjusting his glasses.

"I'm not even sure what the topic even is! What the hell are you two arguing about!?" Ronald shot back after straightening himself back out.

"Reasons why keeping this child is a bad idea." William answered simply then fixing his glare on Undertaker.

"And those reasons would be?" He asked with a small smirk when Will took a moment to answer.

"I've already told you. The set up alone is enough of a reason." It was a few seconds pause before this comment got a response.

"What are you implying?" Undertaker piped up, brushing his hair out of his eyes to show that he was serious now.

"I think we all know the answer to that." Will said stiffly, glaring at the other. "A former reaper raising a child in a morgue is just a disaster waiting to go on."

"That isn't a valid reason!" Undertaker complained while inserting random arm flails.

"And why not?" Will asked, ignoring the arm flails.

"It just isn't!" Undertaker said, still waving his arms about

"And why not?" Will asked again.

"Well why not?" Enough of that.

"I see your point. Moving on, it still is not a good thing. How much do you even know about parenting? Let alone parenting a little girl?" The raven haired man asked, sounding a bit sincere as he spoke.

"I know a lot more than you." An Ooo could be heard coming from Ronald as this response but he was ignored by the older reapers.

"I still don't see why you two have to argue about this. She imprinted on him! Its his problem not yours Will." Ronald said suddenly, cutting them both off before they had a chance to say anything and in the brief pause he took to think of what else to say, Will tried to speak again.

"I understand that but-"

"So, its his choice in keeping her or not." Ronald said in a smart-ass tone.

"Actually it seemed like it was more of the baby's decision." Grell muttered as he remember the girl's declaring cry of 'Dadda' just a week ago. "So I guess that settles things then?"

"I guess so." The silver-haired man confirmed. "Now if you don't mind, I have to go check on My Daughter."

Ronald followed him as he left the room. Leaving Grell and Will to stand in the hallway.

"So what are your real reasons for not wanting her around?" Grell asked. "Like Ronald says, she isn't your problem."

"I just can't see any of this ending well. A child is a lot of responsibility and in type of world we live in and the type of work we do it isn't safe for her." Will answered in a soft spoken voice, leaving Grell a bit uneasy.

"Will, I've never seen this side of you." Grell gasped in amazement.

"What side might that be?" Will's original tone began to return.

"Oh nothing. Forget I mentioned it." Grell said, quickly following the other three into the room. "Now come on, lets go see the baby again."

"You may go on ahead... I have papers to get in order for the Dispatch's newest member..."