Hello it's me again! This is the second chapter, Alecto's second day of work. I've been procrastinating typing this story all morning. Finally, it is done. Thank you Lieutenant of the BVB Army for being the first reviewer! Love you! Thank you my friend Rorea, it only took a month of bugging to get you to get a fanfiction account. And thank you OneHellOvaWriter for reviewing too. Thank you to all of you sneaky ninjas who added this story to your alerts or favorites! You all get slushies of awesomeness. Everytime I go to type William the computer tries to change it to Willie-poo..I think its trying to tell me something...

Disclaimer:Ah well...I owned Kuroshitsuji, but a penguin riding on a unicorn came and stole it. He sold it to Lao on the Black Market. Lao didn't know what it was and turned it into a (short[/extremely short{/almost nonexistant}]) china dress. Grell bought it because it was red and he thought William would like it on him. William was not amused. Then Ronald and a girl named Candy...Anyways, ONTO THE STORY!

I yawned walking into Starbucks in my usual attire. It was waaay too early for me to be awake let alone functional. I ordered some frosty chocolate drink because, lets just say that caffeine and I do not mix well.

The clock chimed eight the moment I walked through the doors and I took a sip of my drink. The office seemed deserted, save for the sound of hushed voices coming from the main office. I walked towards the room and cautiously opened the door.

Inside of the room were five shinigamis. Their conversation halted, and they all turned to look at me.

"Hi," I said simply. There were a few replies of hello and good morning.

"Everyone meet Ms. Sarin. She will be working with us," the man behind the desk said.

Immediately the redhead approached me. "Hello, I'm Grell. We'll be the best of friends! Ooh I love your hair!" he said running his fingers through it and babbling like an ADD six-year-old. I smacked his hand away. "Ooh is that a slushie? Did you bring me one?" he asked excitedly.

"No, the last thing you need is sugar," I told him him. He frowned then slunk away.

Next, the blonde and black-haired shinigami sauntered up to me. "Ronald, Ronald Knox; and I like my cocktails shaken, not stirred," he said smirking. Reluctantly I shook his hand. I tried to pull back when he kissed the back of my hand. I grimaced, then wiped my hand on my pants. I heard a few laughs then looked at the hurt Ronald and winked. He smile a little and puffed out his chest.

The cute brown-haired one with a cool tie came up to me next.

"Good morning," he said to me.

"Morning," I answered.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Sarin," he said shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too," I responded, "you can just call me Alecto."

"I will," he smiled, "you can just call me Alan."

"I will, Alan," I smiled too. Then the blonde that was glaring possessively at Alan came and shook my hand roughly.

"Eric Slingby, I'm Alan's partner," he said a bit harshly. I just rolled my eyes.

"And I," said the head reaper, "am William T. Spears. I, under no circumstances, do not enjoy being called Will, Willie, or Willie-poo," this last comment seemed directed towards Grell.

"You know you love it, Will darling," Grell said leaning over the desk. William sighed, pushed his glasses up his nose, then turned to address me, "I will be your mentor until you understand the process of reaping. I just need your signature on this form," he said pushing a paper towards me.

I picked up a pen with a cute looking skull at the top, and I signed my name with a flourish. He took the paper back. "Let me see your hand," William ordered. The reapers crowded around the desk.

I tried to keep my hand from shaking as I reached across the desk. The room was silent and I finally realized the solemnity of the situation. "Are you sure you want to become a shinigami, a reaper?" William asked. "There will be no going back, if you don't want to I will understand. Paper can burn, the contract is not binding...yet." Not trusting my voice I swallowed and nodded. He softly traced the life line on my palm. Then with one sharp movement, he sliced it open. It stung and I winced. The reapers around the desk did the same, opening up an old scar. I knew what thry were going to do.

"None of you have aids, right?" I asked trying to lighten up the mood. There was some suppressed laughter and a few pointed looks towards Ronald. Sputtering he protested until William silenced him.

One by one, the reapers made a fist and squeezed a drop of blood onto my palm. It burned a little and felt weird, almost itchy. William then let a drop fall from his hand. He then dipped my finger in the mixture, and printed my bloody fingerprint on the final, binding contract.

There was a sudden overwhelming pain. It felt like my insides were trying to break out of my body. I was blinded by a bright white-hot light. I almost fell to my knees, but I was caught by a pair of strong arms. I doubled over struggling to breathe. It felt like every part of me was on fire. I felt like every one of my pores was exuding a nasty, corrosive poison. My skin felt like it began to peel. There was a blackness at the edge of my vision. It began to grow and I welcomed it's coolness.

Oh look, what a pretty linebreak

I woke up with a pounding head. I was laying outstretched on the floor with a silky coat balled up under my head. Gingerly, I opened my eyes. The light was bright and I blinked, trying to clear the blurriness. It did not go away.

A voice told me, "We were concerned about you. There was no past documentation of female shinigamis. You scarcely seemed to be breathing," big words, must be William. "We weren't sure if you were going to wake-up ." I wasn't sure if he was actually concerned for me, or what he would do with my body.

"Sit up," he ordered. Slowly, I pushed myself off the ground grumbling about his bossiness. I tried to stand, but a wave of dizziness hit me and I stumbled. William caught me and helped me into a chair. He sat back in his chair, picked something off his desk, and chucked it at me.

With lightning fast reflexes I caught the red blur before it hit me in the face. "Enhanced speed, agility, strength, and grace. All the perks of being a reaper. However, we are incredibly nearsighted," he said handing something to me.

With the apple in one hand I reached out and blindly grabbed onto the object. They were a pair of glasses. They had black, and as far as I could tell, thin, rectangular frames. When I put them on everything became crystal clear.

Two people burst through the door, Grell and Ronald.

"You're better!" they both exclaimed.

"We were worried about you," Grell said matter-of-factly picking his coat up off the floor.

"We were afraid you weren't going to wake up," Ronald added. "Even Alan seemed upset when you didn't wake up after the second hour."

"He wanted to stay, but you know how Eric is.." Grell started to say looking at Ronald.

"Possessive," they both said at the same time cracking up. I rolled my eyes and my stomach rumbled. I took a bite out of the apple.

Abruptly, William stood up walking to the door. "Follow me," he said, "we're going to get your death scythe." I followed him out of the room and down a hallway. We stopped in front of an unmarked door and he took a key from his pocket.

Unlocking the door, William pushed it open waiting for my reaction. It was a room full of weapon. Every sharp, shiny thing you could ever imagine sat on the shelves. My inner kleptomaniac tensed. Left pocket, he keeps the key in his left pocket. Remember that.

Briefly stepping into the room, he picked up a generic scythe off the wall. It was about my height with a black wooden handle and a wicked, sharp-looking blade. "Here," William said handing it to me, "this is your death scythe. You can customize it after you reap fifteen souls. Lets go get your first."

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