(Mei's POV)

" Here come the airplane~!" The crimson reaper, who I have come to know as Grell, cooed, bringing a fork filled with food near my mouth with swirling motions.

I bite at the air as his finger came near my mouth, a threatening glare on my face. "Why did you do that for!?" He screamed, bringing his gloved fingers close to his chest.

" I am not a child nor someone how can't feed herself, I don't need you acting like my mum."

He glared knives at me. "well you don't have to get mean about it~! I was just trying to be a good Mummy."

I coughed a bit, and brought a rag to my face, only to look down and see there where tiny spots of blood. I smiled happily and showed it to Grell. "Less blood from last week." I claimed cheerfully.

He scowled and took the cloth from my hands. "That's all fine and dandy, but must you ruin my nice red satin handkerchiefs?"

I stuck my tongue out and looked out the window. "Well maybe if you had just done your stupid job, I wouldn't be here ruining your stupid red stuff."

He started to stomp around like a little child and shouted. "Red is not stupid, my job is not stupid, and I do my job just fine! It's your stupid cat's fault for getting in the way!"

"If you did your job right, a cat would not have out smarted you!" I shoot back, and –much to my pleasure- Rambo, my tabby hopped on my bed and snuggled into to the nook of my chin.

He pointed his gloved finger at the cat going on about how it's not his fault the cat in the way, and how if he killed another thing on the list that wasn't meant to die, William will demote him back to scissors or something like that, but I wasn't paying attention I smelt something terrible.

Like a giant sewer rat killed, and was left out in the sun for a few days then a fell into a sewer pipe, and set there for a few days then fell into a batch of boiling cat piss then ripped open under my nose…..

"Grell! You forgot to give Rambo a bath didn't you?" I cried, holding my nose.

Grell smiled, revealing those creepy teeth again. "What do you mean by that, I don't smell a thing."

I coughed at the smell, it was horrible, and it made my eye balls want to melt. Frantic, I tried to shew the tabby away, but with him being so fat and I being so weak…. "Grell get this cat off of me!"

Grell tapped his chin a bit like he was thinking. " But you said I was terrible at my job, and this is considered a job-or task if you will-, so by your logic, that makes me unable to complete it."

I squirmed under the weight of the stinking cat. "Help me… now."

"How about, No." He shot back. "But maybe if you asked nicely."

I growled. "I don't say please."

"And I don't do heavy lifting."

I sighed in defeat, and, not looking him in the, rather just looking out the window that sat next to my bed, I asked him with gritting teeth, in a low voice. "Can you please get the cat off me?"

He put a hand to his ear and cupped it. "What was that, I couldn't hear you."

" Can you please get the cat off me? He's hurting me." I said in a baby voice, looking up with puppy dog eyes, he blushed deeply before picking up the cat and throwing him out of the room.

"Huzzah! I Am victorious!" I cheered, turning his blush to a frown in a matter of seconds.

" How does that…" He thought to himself, trying to figure out how I won if I did as he said.

I coughed a bit to get his attention, looked over at me a scowled. "What is it now?"

" I'm a bit hungry… is the soup still warm?" I asked, feeling a bit like a burden, but hey, he's the one wanting to nurse me back to heath, I could have been all fine and dandy in heaven… or hell, I'm not sure where I would go.

He sighed and looked at the food he had tried to cook up for me, most of it was burnt but the soup was the only thing he hadn't ruined. Picking it up he swirled it around before sighing. " depends, does lukewarm count as warm?"

I pause and thought for a bit then nodded slightly. "I think so, I mean it has warm in the title."

He nodded slightly in agreement and helped bring the spoon to my mouth, which after having to painfully sit up I was able to take a sip…. "Blah! Lukewarm does not mean warm! I repeat, lukewarm does not mean warm when it comes to soup!" I screamed, spitting out the spoonful that I had taken.

Which unfortunately landed on Grell. "Ah! Why did you spit it out on me?!" he screamed in return, covered in the, what I believe to be, chicken noodle soup.

"I don't know why! It was a reflex!" I felt like I had to return with as much volume.

"So your reflexes are when you have cold soup you spit it out on me?!" he cried.

"I don't know, maybe!?" I cried back.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

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Grell glared at me as he cleaned his crimson coat of the chicken soup. I gulped and smiled a bit. "Sorry."

He just blinked and went back to scrubbing his cloak, after a little bit, he started ringing it out, and he hung it up on a random clothes line that was in the middle of, what I now consider my room, for some reason.

"Well, at least you didn't ruin it." He muttered, I felt kind of bad, he didn't have that same happy, creepy feel to him as before.

"So the cloak… was it a gift?" I asked, trying to break the tension.

He glanced at me but quickly looked away. "I guess you could say that.."

I could only guess at who gave it to him. "Was it Madam Red?" He always got this certain look whenever he looked at me, at first it creped me out but now I understand it as I remind him of someone.

"… It was Madam red's, now shut up, I have to go a mission. Soul's aren't going to reap themselves~!" he cooed, snapping his fingers and a clip board appeared. "Bye deary~!"

".. bye."

Thanks for the great reviews this chapter was kind of just in the back of my mind and it bugged me until I gave up and made it my second chapter... sorry if its a bit random!

~ The author