A/N: Thanks for the criticism from Kirayasha, I'll be sure to use it as much as possible! :) And as for the other reviews, wow. I didn't expect people to actually like this. o.O Well, enough of me, onto the story! :)

I quickly slammed the cover of the book on the page I had just finished writing on. Grell burst through the door, a blank look on his face. "Ronnie, I'm bored," The redhead complained. I sit with my elbow on my desk, head in palm. My attempt at looking casual. "Entertain me," He demanded. I sit there for a moment, surprised he said nothing about the blatantly obvious book on my desk. The again, Grell never really paid attention to details. "Why don't we sneak out to the human world for a snack," I suggested. "Oh, Ronnie~! That sound just wonderful! You always know how to cheer me up!"

"Does he?" Were the only words I heard before I felt a hand firmly grasp my collar, my tie along with it. I sighed. I don't even have to turn around to see who that is... "Ronald Knox. You offered to sneak out with Sutcliff, and on top of that, I feel now is an appropriate time to officially address your death scythe. Both of yours are modified without permission, and-" William was cut off by me. "I had permission! Stacy from the General Affairs Department allowed it!" I screamed, whipping around so that we were face to face. "Yes, but only because you sweet-talked her." I looked him in the eyes. I was fed up with him. So what if he's my boss? He can't completely control me. I assume he saw the fire in my eyes, because he backed away, as if he felt threatened.

I took a step forward, signaling my dominance. "Spears, she let it happen. Her rank is higher than yours. You have no way of stopping me from-"

"Yes, I do." He took a small step to the side, and continued forward into my office. His hand gripped on the handle of my scythe, a lawnmower. He wheeled it away, headed towards his office. I can't find words to describe my anger directed at him. Grell had fled by now, probably cowering in his office. As Will opened the door, he turned around, looked me in the eye, adjusted his glasses, and left without a word. I ran in the direction of his office, and stopped in front of my boss. "Hey, where do you think you're going with that!" I yelled, causing quite a few nervous glances to find their way to us. William calmly stated, "Your scythe is being suspended from you until this is cleared up. Now please allow me to leave."

"Hell no! Give it back! I'm giving you one last chance..." I stomped my foot to get a bit closer, while attempting to make him leave. He looked at me and simply said, "Last chance until what?" I swear, I'm going to kill this prick! In fact, right now is perfect. "William, we're taking this outside," I gestured towards the door leading to the streets. To my surprise, he made his way to the door, leaving both our scythes by the glass as he turned the handle, while stopping to look at me. Hoping not to show my shock, I followed.

We went to a grassy area where we could not be seen. I rolled up my sleeves, while Will folded his in the direction of his shoulder. He looked at me and asked me the stupidest question I've ever heard. "Are you sure about this, Knox?" I blinked. "What?" "I am of much higher rank than you, you have been here for a matter of a few years. I could easily-" "Shut the f*ck up, William! I'm tired of you acting all superior! I'm just as good as you! If not, better!" I was enraged now. While my opponent was still folding his sleeves, I lunged for an attack.

My fist flew through the air, but Spears instantly crouched, dodging my swift hit. I cursed to myself, and thought of a plan. I will admit, he won't be an easy one... Why don't I just- Bam! William's standard shinigami shoes made hard contact with my stomach. I clutched my waist and sunk to the ground, cringing at the unbearable pain. I can't loose! Not to him! I took one hand away from my gut, to bring myself to my feet. I brushed off my face, and attempted to kick him in his side, but he grabbed a hold of my ankle and twisted it violently. I fell once more, this time with blood seeping through my sock, making a red pool of liquid on the soft grass. I felt tears coming from my eyes. I'm not giving up here... I attempted to rise, but my aching foot gave in.

William towered over me, not a scratch on his face. "Ronald Knox. I refuse to hurt you any further. Please head to your office, I believe this has been settled." I looked at him with my look of pure hatred. His next movement was unexpected. He extended his hand, offering help. I stared at it for a second, wondering if the whole gesture was a joke. He nodded his head, confirming my hopes. I let him help me walk back to the Dispatch building.

As I walked in, I got looks of both pity, and mock. One person that specifically caught my eye was Grell, rushing to us. "Oh Ronnie! What did he do to you? I'll show him!" He swung his chainsaw of a scythe at William, only to have it caught with his bare hands. "It's fine, Senpai. I chose to fight him." William slowly gave me a nod of approval. He took hold of Grell's scythe, and pit it in the pile consisting of my lawnmower, his weed trimmer, and now Grell's chainsaw. Grell looked him in the face. "What the hell? Mine too?" He looked at me in disgust. "Why did you choose to if you know you'd loose?" "I didn't, okay!"

I was starting to hate everyone. I ran to my office and grabbed my journal, until...