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~This follows the manga's story line… just if anyone is wondering ….~

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William's POV *Has changed to first person POV because it's easier for me to write this way*

"Sure… or a baby-carrying-thing-a-ma-bobber would have helped… anyways, about this hybrid…." Undertaker holds out his arms to Xavier, still nestled in my arms. I stare at him in disbelief for a few moments before answering.

"Why?"

"Because he's adorable, of course! And I want to get a sense of him… it'll help me when I'm determining exactly what he is." Undertaker keeps his smile, and surprisingly, the kid smiles back. So, I reluctantly hand him over the kid, and he plops him down on his knee. "Aww, you're adorable for a kid, I'll admit that… not many little things catch my attention." Xavier giggles at Undertaker, taking his braid to tug on it a bit.

"Okay, you've got what you want…."

"Right! First off… you've noticed how he grows faster than what is considered normal… so that's covered. I'm not sure when he'll stop growing. Demons can change their forms, so that is really debatable."

"It's not debatable. He's not one of 'them'." Glaring, I clench my fists.

"Yes, he is, William. Which plays another large role… on another note; you should know what type of soul he is. Half human, half demon."

"He's not completely-"

"William, my ….well, not friend, more like acquaintance… you need to learn to listen more." Undertaker looks down at the infant, who now has his braid in his mouth and is chewing on it. He manages to tug it back, and runs a hand through Xavier's bright red locks. Xavier grabs one of his hands, seemingly interested in the dark nails.

"He has a point, Will." Grell pulls out a nail file and begins to file his nail, still sitting on a grave. He has been quiet during this, and I shoot him a look. He simply grins one of his 'seductive' smiles, though it seems anything but at the moment.

"Fine, fine, what else?"

Undertaker watches Xavier, running his hand and nail through his hair slowly as Xavier examines his other free hand, picking at them. I wondered why his nails were black, before he spoke again. "As I said, he is part demon and human. His soul is part demon and human when he was born. This means his soul can be consumed. And, yes, he is now part shinigami…. but only his body."

I stared. "… What does that mean?"

"Well, he won't be normal. For example, his eyes aren't even our color… more like a bright blue… but he may or may not need glasses. And his strength… it will be a mix, depending on who the demon father was. Shinigamis are made with relatively equal strength. However, certain shinigamis, such as myself, know how to use that strength, so we seem stronger. But this little one may be a mix. Demons aren't created equal. You might want to consider hiring a demon to teach him when he's older…."

"You said his soul can be consumed?"

"Yes. In fact, your interesting friend Grell here told me that some demons have already come looking for him. This child is different. His soul is like a beacon to their kind. I'm telling you this now, something or someone may come looking for him in the future."

"You mean the father."

"Exactly." Satisfied, Undertaker leans back a bit, getting more comfortable on his tombstone. He brings up his arm with the long sleeve, using it to shield Xavier from the wind. The kid snuggles into him, probably deciding he was just another friend. I cross my arms as well. Our kind, shinigamis, are pretty much immune to the cold, but tonight is particularly cold. Winter must be coming.

"Right, so if the father comes along, me and William can handle him just fine." Grell points in as he slips the red nail file into a pocket. He adjusts his red coat, then holds out his arms to Xavier, and Undertaker gets up to hand him back over.

"Yes, but you don't know who the father is. You're going to need to be careful." Undertaker shrugs at Grell, and then turns back to me. "On another note, you must consider his diet. Believe me, a hungry demon is a nasty one. A hybrid that's part demon, and is young is even worse." He giggles madly before turning away, walking between the graves to a forest at the edge.

"Wait, what do you mean diet?" I stare after him, and he glances back.

"You know what I mean, Will."

I stand there. My life revolves around collecting souls. Most of all, to make sure certain beings don't get those souls. Demons. And now, I must apparently break that rule? I already broke a rule by saving him… should even consider this? Should I not? I look over at the infant, who lies in Grell's arms, playing with his hair. He was so happy… maybe, if I watched him long enough, could I change him? Make sure he wasn't the monster I believed demons were?

Undertaker seemed to read my thoughts. "Just remember, William, keeping an animal in a cage helps no one. It'll will hurt itself, or its captives. Remember that. On a cheerier note, ever need a babysitter, give me a call! You know where to find me." And he's gone.

Grell stands there, bouncing Xavier. "Well, we have a babysitter! And got a bit of information…"

I roll my eyes and turn to head back to my house. I can hear Grell humming, his boots making noises as soon as we're on the cobble-stoned street. "We barely got any information. And he's not babysitting him."

"He gave us advice. Advice you need. And did you even hear all he had to say? A demon to teach our little Xavier…. Oh, Will, you know the perfect one to help us…"

"If you even think of bringing him into this, I'll hate you forever."

"You always claim to hating me forever, so that won't help. And we really need someone… and you always claim he's tamer than all the other ones! Please, Willy? Grell skips up ahead before spinning around to look at me, his lower lip in a pout. I blink, wanting to say no…. but honestly his face is adorable.

Adorable? Where did that thought come from? I shake my head, and look back up to him. Grell has a questioning look in his eyes. "What?"

I stare for a moment before looking away. "Nothing." Grell still watches me with curiosity, so I decide to distract him. "Yes."

"Yes? Oh really? This is great! I'll go see him tomorrow after my shift!" Grell returns to merrily skipping back to the place, Xavier clutching onto him giggling. Mumbling a few words about demons, I follow.

Once again, William, you may have just brought more…. people into your hybrid problem.