William had given us (Grell and I) a specific list of the souls we were supposed to collect.

He gave us three names.

I think he seriously underestimated us. Wouldn't it make more sense to give us so much work that there was no time that we could possibly use to mess around?

The problem with the souls William chose was that they were all located around each other and were all due to be collected within the same hour. However, that wasn't a problem for us.

It was a problem for dear Williekins. After collecting the souls we would have about three hours 'till we were due bqck at the office.

Three hours to do whatever we want.

Whatever we want.

You should be afraid Willipoo, very afraid.

Grell was overjoyed that we were paired for the day. I think he (she?) said something along the lines of "Oh goody! Will is never any fun!~" We got the souls collected fast. They were all from old people in this retirement home downtown so they didn't struggle at all. I did get to work on my ninja climbing through the window skills though… After the souls were safely imprisoned in our scythes (the daggers worked wonderfully by the way) I turned to Grell and said, "Prepare for the awesomest adventure of your life." Then we were standing on the street in the human world with a bunch of time to waste. "Grell, I think I'm going to get you that slushie now."

While walking along the streets, the first place that sold anything remotely close to a slushie was 711. So we decided to stop there to get our fruity semi-frozen slush. The machine completely amazed Grell. He stood in front of it for a good five minutes, transfixed by the look of the swirling red slush. I had to show him how to work the machine. Grell is extremely distracted by shiny objects so that was a feat within itself. There was only a small puddle of melting icee by the machine when we were finished. If your definition of small is, "About the size of a miniature shnouzer, or because I have no clue how to spell that, a golden retriever."

Grell had proudly skipped to the register holding his slushie above his head. I joined him and placed my cup on the counter, nudging him to follow my lead. The contents were blue and red respectively. Behind the counter there was a young girl who was reading one of those backwards Japanese books, a mango or something? She was slightly chubby with curly dark hair and sun freckles. Finally, she looked up at us and her eyes widened until they were the size of...miniature shnouzers? "Y-you're Grell! And Alecto!" she squealed fanning herself and fangirling a bit. "I don't think we've ever-" thump. If you haven't guessed by now she fainted. Fell backwards right off of her stool, the poor thing. After checking to make sure she was still breathing, and that there wasn't any blood, we positioned her slumped body against the counter. I glanced at Grell and with a knowing smile we nonchalantly walked out of the gas station sipping on our slushies. Correction: Free slushies.

Shortly after that we came across a huge shopping mall and I realized something. It was something so crucially important I had no idea how I could've made the mistake.

You should never give Grell sugar.

If it was William in my place he would've face palmed at my carelessness. He would escort him back to the office and lock him in a closet until he calmed down, though I doubt he would've let Grell get off task for more than three point two seconds.

You should know by now that I share no qualities with that stick in the mud.

So what did I do? I grinned wildly as Grell chanted "Mall trip!" like a six-year-old that just ate an entire birthday cake themselves. Anyways, we were walking around the second floor of the mall. It was one of those weird confusing ones where the main entrance is on the second floor.

I hate those types of malls.

Grell and I were walking down the mall's crowded pathways. People stopped to stare at us. I heard some whisperings about a tranny with a chainsaw and a scary looking goth girl who, "Looked like she just burned a teddy bear." Yes, I actually heard someone say that and yes, Grell had his chainsaw out with him and was swinging it around quite merrily. It's a surprise that nobody got killed or seriously maimed. Or that we didn't get the cops or security called on us. Suddenly, Grell stopped. Right in front of a shoe store. I almost walked into him and his randomly running chainsaw. "Oh Allie!" he said gasping. "Look at these gorgeous boots!~"

"Never. Call me. Allie. Again," I threatened and had one of my daggers to his throats within seconds. He managed to stutter out an obedient reply and I released him, smiled sweetly, and returned to my mischievous mood. After a hesitant glance at me, Grell followed me into the shoe store. Shoes, I have discovered, can make anyone instantly happy. With the exception of Mr. Killjoy, probably. The redheaded reaper took one glance at the contents of the store, squealed, and ran down one of the aisles. We were sitting on a bench trying on different pairs of shoes when Grell spoke unexpectedly. It wasn't him speaking that caught me off guard, he didn't shut up after we entered the store, it was what he was telling me. "I think I really do like William. Maybe even love him," he said and I was surprised. It had come right out of the blue, or red actually. "Who am I kidding, though? The only thing he'll ever look at me is with disgust, as usual." I realized then that my partner for the day was crying a little. Trying to be comforting, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and wiped away some of his tears.

"I bet I can get him to look at you in a different way."

"Really Alecto? You'd do that for me?" he brightened once again.

"Of course."

Then our wonderful bonding moment was ruined, of course. Grell's temperamental chainsaw had gotten nudged and (chain) sawed the bench in half. The woman at the register looked absolutely horrified. Grell and I ran out of the store as fast as we could manage, our feet clad in only our socks. After we realized that the cashier woman wouldn't turn into some dinosaur halfbreed and gnaw our heads off after finding us because we gave off the distinct smell of icees and fear, we arrived at an escalator. "Oh look! Hot Topic is just up there, let's go!" Grell said dragging me toward the terrible transportation device. I planted my feet on the floor and refused to move, shaking my head vigorously. "Why not? Are you afraid darling?" I nodded my head to answer his question. "Well this is the quickest way and the elevators are just for women with baby carriages or overly fat people, so let's go!" he exclaimed once more striking a pose. Eventually he managed to convince me to go on the stupid thing. I spent the entire ten second ride clutching Grell's coat and trying to stop myself from hyperventilating. When the stairs reached the top I ran off that death trap and collapsed to the ground.

Mother's pulled their children closer to them as they passed my shivering body.

What nerve.

It only took a few minutes to collect the traumatized pieces of myself and Grell and I finally went into the dark store. Earlier, I had told Grell that I would get William to look at Grell with something other than disgust. It was makeover time, Sarin style.

All I can tell you guys right now is that Grell had tied his short coat up, concealing his new outfit from everyone as we made our way back to the Shinigami Realm and our workplace. For some reason, his hair was mysteriously in pigtails. William began yelling at us the second we walked in the door. WE may have been causing a minor disturbance... Mr. Killjoy was even less amused when we shoved the hot pink feather boa and matching sunglasses onto him. I don't see why he was, we had bought enough for everybody! Ronald ended up looking like an oversized chicken once he put his yellow boa on, Eric was unamused as William was with his sparkly green accessories, and Alan had just snickered at everybody from behind his hand, including his best friend. Don't worry we made Alan wear a black boa worthy of Hollywood. Then Grell and I started up with our kazoos. That's when Will really lost it. He snatched the tinny sounding plastic toy out of Grell's hands and snapped it in half. The motion had accidentally caused Grell's coat to fall open. William turned a bright red color, similar to that of a tomato, as he took in Grell's outfit that I had specially picked out. He was speechless for a moment or two, mouth agape. "G-Grell! You dare wear this in our workplace!? This is worse than your usual get up!" "So you don't like it?" Grell asked meekly. While the two of them fought over the outfit and Grell was near tears Ronald walked over to me. "How'd you know the boss liked schoolgirls?" he asked in my ear. "Just a lucky guess," I said grinning. Maybe what I had found in one of William's locked drawers helped. A boy seemed to appear out of nowhere, "Sir! There seems to be a large problem!" he yelled running into the room, obviously out of breath. "What?" William asked backing away from Grell and hiding the offending outfit from the other boy's view. "If it's so large wouldn't you have gone straight to the superiors?" "That's one of the problems sir! They're all missing and their office was filled with blood!" William looked surprised. "Only one of the problems?" "Yes! All the humans in London have their names on the lists. Other parts of England too, possibly all of it. They're all set to die next week at the same time. All of the humans are meant to die!"

A/N: I'm baaack~ Do not worry this is not abandoned. Obviously I'm taking this story in an entirely new direction, I hope I don't lose any of you, my faithful readers! By the way I was having issues with the computer so the formatting may be a bit strange...

Reviews will help me write faster ;D