A/N: So obviously I can't sing because my mouth is numb from the numbing gel I had to put on because I cracked a tooth at a Homecoming game. I also can not see because I spilt oil on my glasses and it won't come off so I have to wait for my mom to get home. But luckly, the characters in this story can still do both :D

Singing.

It was either the most beautiful thing in the world, or the torture to the ears, but to a child worn out from her day in the park with her friends and daddy, it was always a comfort, no matter what the voice sounded like. Only one person in the room that day was a child, but the song still served like a comforting lullaby to both people who heard it.

'They sound almost perfect together.' Will half thought, half dreamt as he stroked the back of the sleeping child laying on his chest.

Since their visit to the park, he had returned to the morgue with the little family and co-worker and had taken a spot on the couch. Since then, he had held the child until she slept and then began to dose himself. His eyes were closed and his glasses laid on his lap, just below the child's left foot, while the soft melody coming from the two other reapers in the room filled both sets of ears.

'I wonder if they are aware that they are not alone.' A soundless sigh left his lips as he continued to rub the child's back, remembering the whole purpose of coming to this room was to inform the child's father that the baby couldn't sleep, but stopping the moment he got there and instead sat in a nearby chair and waited, though he really had no reason to wait, for the child had already fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, the two other reapers, Adrian and Grell were both standing on either side of a metal working table with a corpse between the two. Obviously, only the Undertaker was working on the body but both him and Grell were singing. Just by the tune William remembered the song to be an old lullaby normally sung to newborn reapers. It was a silly song but it did ask one important question.

What kind of reaper will you be?

Opening his eyes and picking up his glasses, he slid them back on his nose and looked down at a sleeping Shellobeth and thought over that single lyric.

'What kind of reaper do you want to be Shellobeth?' He thought as he stroked the girl's small cheek.

At six months, her burns weren't completely gone, but weren't completely visible anymore either. A heavy scar laid across her forehead but was mostly covered by a shock of raven hair much like his own. Her skin was a faded grey/pale/pink combination that seemed to work for her and the rest of her body and scars were hidden by a beautiful pink nightgown that she seemed so fond of wearing, even as far to put up a fuss if they tried to fit her into anything different. Other than these present features, she looked like a very simple child.

'A simple reaper then?'

Of course not. Nothing was simple about the child when she was examined closely.

The last two ribs of her ribcage stuck out oddly, more than likely from the lack of food when she first starved, making four of her many scars swoop up her body, creating odd shapes that almost looked like tulips. Her hair, once a golden blonde colour, would now only grow in thick black with subtle hints of pale silver/blonde, giving her hair the look of bright shines as if the sunlight always touched her. Her eyes were the oddest thing about her. They were many shades of pink, which navy pupils in place of typical black with flecks of white in them. Even her skin color was many different shades due to her burns.

'Perhaps a complex one? Much like your father?'

Will almost chuckled in amusement at this thought as he studied the child even closer. The two Crevans, despite not being related, did in fact look very much alike and even acted similar.

Shellobeth wasn't old enough to have her hair styled, but she always slept on her face for a few minutes before rolling over, causing what bangs so did have to fan out oddly over her forehead, hiding her eyes from everyone's view until they got brushed away and yet leaving her scar visible along her cheek. On top of that, she was usually a happy child, even in not so happy situations, giggling happily and smiling widely even while a dead body was brought to the morgue. Another similarity was their obsession with bones, including having her bottles and toys in that shape but her favorite treat being a biscuit in that shape. Even her fingernails, as Will noticed, were growing now as dark as her hair.

'No. Not even this.'

He smiled and finally tore his gaze away from the child to listen to the remains of the song. It was an odd song now that he thought of it. Talking about both life and death and the many choices a reaper would have to face in life, but what made the song even more odd was the two singing it at that moment.

They were nothing alike, even lifetimes apart and yet so alike. The red-head was crazy, Will would admit that in a heart-beat and yet it was this insane nature of his that drove him to do the things he did, including his job and was simply a part of his personality. The silver-haired man, on the other hand, was a special kind of crazy which was only skin deep and as Will had seen many times since the baby's arrival, wasn't even that deep to begin with. It was only a cover-job, much like the morgue itself, not actually a vital part in the personality.

Personality. Outgoing and secluded and yet both were still fun loving but found joy in different things such as the living and the already dead. The baby was one thing, however, that they both found joy in.

Though love for the child was only something that the father had for her right away. The red-head showed much resentment towards the child until she began to wear on the- perhaps Adrian wasn't the only one with a cover personality.

Will was suddenly cracked from his thoughts as the sound of higher notes, suddenly aware of the two reapers presence yet again. The song reached a climax with both voice, though different in octaves, somehow mixed perfectly together, sounding odd yet complex.

'Odd and complex, and yet so perfect.'

Looking down at the child he smiled softly and kissed her forehead.

'You will be a perfect reaper.'

The child sneezed softly as her eyes fluttered open, catching the other two's attention as the song came to an abrupt end and their heads turned from the body to the baby.

"Aww. Theres daddy's little girl." Undertaker cooed as he walked over to Shellobeth and took her from Will.

"She couldn't sleep." William said quickly as he rose even quicker from the chair. "Until about a few minutes ago."

"Couldn't sleep?" Grell asked as he looked worriedly over at the child and put a hand on her forehead. "That isn't like her, maybe shes sick."

"Or perhaps she has to much on her mind." Will whispered, barely above one octave but then spoke aloud. "She fell asleep the moment she heard you two singing."

"That goofy song?" Grell all but laughed as he walked over to Will and hugged him. "That song gave me nightmares when I first heard it."

"Of the future." Will muttered, having the same nightmares as a child. "But it does give you something to think about. Like who this little girl will become when she is older."

"Meh! One thing for sure is that she will be a very happy reaper, given her upbringing." Grell responded happily, gesturing to the small child who just nuzzled her father and ignored him.

A warning glare from said father, silenced the raven haired man before he could bring up the topic of how her upbringing would be with a single parent and three family friend's raising her without a female roll, but the more he thought over the topic, the more he realized how complex he had been making things and how silly it seemed now.

"Yes, I suppose that is true." Will sighed as he adjusted his glasses on his nose. "Now shouldn't we get her off to bed again?"

A sudden cough erupted from the child's lips, causing everyone to freeze mid-stance. One cough was followed by several hacks as if the baby was chocking on something and the moment she was turned on her back, she began to cough even harder, her eyes going wide and darting around in a strange way.

'That must have been what was keeping her up!'

The child began to sob as red and white liquid trailed from her mouth to create a pink goo that ruined her beautiful dress and scared her guardians terribly and soon had them racing for the door as more spit fell to the floor. All during this, Adrian tried to calm the child down enough that her shaking and sobs wouldn't cause anymore oddly coloured spit to run down her lips, and luckily, that same song, regardless of missing a singing partner, seemed to do the trick and put the child back to an uneasy sleep and yet pinkish liquid still left her lips so she was turned on her back to prevent her from chocking on it.

'What kind of reaper will you be?" A new answer came to Will's mind, instead of a perfect one, an alive and healthy one, hopefully.

The three stopped running the moment they reached the apartment that contained the only doctor in town that worked on children who would possibly be awake at this hour and lucky, worked from home and luckily, she was.

The door opened as soon as knuckles touched it, reviling the person whose name was etched in the glass of the door.

Angeline Durless.