***Trigger Warning*** Character Death (?)/Suicide/Violence***

Undertaker jumped up excitedly from his desk. He figured it out! After years of research and studies of both human and reaper bodies, he'd finally cracked the code on how to perform a sex-change, that a reapers body wouldn't reject.

Humans and Reapers had an almost identical body structure an anatomy. with the exception of how the different bodies reacted to harm and damage. Humans were simply mortal, and it was rather easy for them to be hurt, and die. But it was also easier to preform various surgeries on a human body, because along with being more susceptible to pain, their bodies were able to adapt to changing things around. So when humans got the sex reassignment surgery, their body wouldn't reject it.

But reapers were a different story. Since they were immortal, (For the most part, if they did sustain a bad enough injury, they would die, but eventually be reincarnated back as a reaper.) Their bodies had a very sped up healing process. And since not many reapers got serious enough injuries that their bodies wouldn't just heal on their own, there weren't many doctors or anyone that specialized in medicine in the reaper world.

But Undertaker had done it for one reason: Grell Sutcliff. He had known that woman for centuries. He'd known her in her human life. The girl never had it easy, and when sex reassignment surgery had become a successful thing in the human world, he made it his new mission to be able to give Grell what she deserved. Shed been in pain for far too long, and he didn't want history to end up repeating itself.

He had been been the one to reap her human soul.

Flashback

It had been just like any other day at the Reaper Dispatch Society. He had picked up his files for the day that he was to reap the souls of, and retreated to his office to sort thought them. Spreading out the stack on his desk, he bean to read them and sort them out based on what time they took place. At that point in his career, he'd been working for such a long time, that most reaps began to just merge together. Humans fascinated him yes, but the ways in which they die got awful repetitive after awhile. Sickness, freak accidents, murder, old age, where the ones hes gotten the most in his time. And today proved to be no different. Picking up the last file, he sighed, making bets on what it would be. Opening the file, his heart dropped just a little.

It was a suicide. He didn't get very many of those, but every time he did, he dreaded reaping their souls. He really wished that he could get them off of the to die list, but that's not how his job worked, and he shouldn't be putting his personal feelings in is work. And even if the job worked that way, who says that they won't go try it again? Who says that they won't be suffering? It wasn't his choice to make or his fate to decide, so he would just reap the souls and stay out of it.

The file was for a young man, called Gabriel Stanley. The boy was 27 years old, and had the most vibrant red hair and eyes he'd ever seen. It stated that he was to kill himself tonight, but it didn't specify how. The time was for just a little past midnight, and it was going to be his last reap of the day. He huffed setting down the file, and leaned back into his chair. After a moment, he collected the first file and his beloved death scythe, and retreated down the hall to go do his first reap of the day.

The day ended up flying by quickly, and before he knew it he was waiting on the rooftop just above the home of his last reap for today. It was midnight exactly, so he decided to get ready to claim the young man's soul. Hopping down onto a overhang, he peered into the window right next to him. Inside he saw Gabriel Stanley, sitting on the bed, sobbing. Checking his pocket watch, Undertaker realized that it would take place any moment now.

The boy stood up and started pacing. He did that for a moment, then went over to a big mahogany desk and pulled out a drawer. Dumping the contents out on the floor, he began to rummage through them. Finding what he'd been searching for, he examines it closely. A pocket knife.

His cries begin to calm, and he retreats back to the bed to sit. Opening up the knife, his hands are shaky. He looks at it a moment , then lowers it to his wrist.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't able to be who you wanted me to." He apologizes, then quickly runs the knife along, and the red that matched his hair proceeded to cover his porcelain skin. That was Undertakers cue. As the boy was falling out of consciousness, he swooped in through the indow, and walked slowly over to the dying boy. Taking his scythe out and raising it, he stopped suddenly, seeing the light die out of the wonderful red of his eyes. Undertaker shook his head, and plunged the scythe into the frail boy. The cinematic records showed themselves, and he was able to retrieve them without much of a fight. The boy was officially gone, but now he had to brace himself for the replaying of his life.

He sat back watching them. The boy had had a decent childhood, although his father was never around, it had been just him and his mother, who he was an exact copy of. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either, His mother worked as a maid and made enough to support them and then some. At a young age, his mother taught him to sew, and he took an immediate liking to it. That when it started. Soon enough the boys friends found out about his little hobby and began to tease him. Sewing was commonly a woman's duty, and it wasn't right if a man knew how to do such things. But he didn't listen to them, he ignored the taunting and kept on. He grew to love sewing and making clothes, it became his passion. He would take days and days creating beautiful dresses for his mother. She never had anywhere to wear them to and he knew that, but he made them anyway. Then one day, he had finished a dress. It was a gorgeous red gown. it was absolutely beautiful. The best one he had made so far. His mother hadn't been home at the time, and he was dying to see it on someone. So he thought to try it on himself. He and his mother were about the same size and height, the only thin missing from him was a chest. So he quickly slipped off his own clothes, and slid on the beautiful gown. He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while, in awe at what he saw staring back at him, and how natural it was. He had taken his long red hair out of the ribbon that normally held it back, and In that moment it clicked. He wasn't a boy and didn't want to be one. Something must have gotten mixed up, he was supposed to be a girl. Just then his mother happened to return home, and came right in and saw him. she stood there expressionless. She had left the door open, and a few neighborhood boys sensed something was up, and decided to barge in. they took one look at him and started laughing.

"Just wait till the town hears about this!"

"First sewing, and now this? What do you think you are? A woman or something?" Their taunting didn't go on for long, because his mother turned around and slammed the door in the boys faces. She then walked over to her child. He was expecting to be hit, but she hugged him instead.

"Dose this mean that you would rather be a woman?" She asked softly. "Yes mother. I know its wrong and impossible, but I do."

"Its not wrong. I don care what anyone else says. You're my daughter. Ill love you no matter what." That was said and they both started to cry.

"Thank you so much, I was afraid that you would hate me."

"Never in my life. And the dress is absolutely stunning on you my dear." She pulled back from the hug and smiled at her mother.

All of a sudden the front door was kicked wide open, revealing a few men, the fathers of the boys from earlier. "Ah so it true! he Stanley boy is a delusional one!" The started to come closer. Her mother stepped forward.

"Don't you touch her!" She yelled to the men.

"Well aren't you a disrespectful one! You outta know your place!" One says and strikes her. Hard. She falls back onto the ground, unmoving.

"Mother!" She yells and rushed over, but is stopped by one man, who grabs onto her hair.

"This hair needs to go, its too long for a an, no wonder you're thinking funny." He pulls out a knife, and chops off her red locks. She feels her hair, and its no longer than an inch now. Hes about to do worse with the knife, but one of the other men stop him.

"I think we got a problem here, this one ain't breathing no more." The man says, referring to her mother.

"Holy shit. Then lets go. Well take care of the other one later." They rush back out the door, yelling disgusting things behind them. She looks over to her unconscious mother, and crawls over to her. Her heart isn't beating and she isn't breathing. She was gone and it was all her fault.

She ended up taking care of the funeral arrangements herself, since there wasn't anyone else anyways. The day of the burial was gloomy, and she stayed at the grave for hours afterwards, crying. When she went home that day, that's when she decided. her mother was gone, reputation officially tarnished, money all spent. There wasn't a point anymore. There wasn't anything for her to live for anymore.

The Undertaker sat still, watching the cinematic record wrap up. This was definitely a unique one. He felt his eyes water a tiny bit looking over to the still boy- no woman. That was a woman, a very lovely one, whose life had been crushed in the blink of an eye. He took out her file and stamped it, signaling that the soul had been collected and the job was done. he hurried back to headquarters as quickly as he could, needing to get out of there.

Once he arrived and was back onto his office, he collected all his files and took them to his higher up to be turned in. He knocks on the door, hearing a muffled "Come in" almost immediately.

"Hello sir, I was able to complete all my reapings. Here are the files." He tells the superior, handing him a stack.

"Not surprised Undertaker, thank you very much." The man starts to look through the files, and lingers on the last one a little longer. " Ah, this is the soul that's to be transferred into a reaper. They should be put to this location. What a blessing, we are quite understaffed here. Thank you, have a fine night." The man says. So, that means, She gets another chance?

"Goodnight sir." He rushes out of his office and makes his way home.

The next morning when he arrives to work, there's a batch of new recruits being shown around. He examines the group, and only one sticks out from the rest. With the sassy body language and the vibrant red hair, the only thing that was different was the green eyes that she now had and the recruit model glasses perched upon her nose.