Second File: Periwinkle (Wrong, Wrong, Wrong! Know Your Colors!)
A century passed since his humble beginning as an intern, and William was proud to be promoted to a supervisor and gained that one ranking he always wanted. The A rank. The badge in his jacket, gave him a sense of pride and duty. That and it permitted him to be a slight bit closer to the Secretary.
The woman had long since moved on from her position as a temporary instructor and returned to her full duty as a permanently-overworked secretary. That was not to say that she was lousy as a teacher. If anything, she was a brilliant instructor. Not one intern failed from her teaching, all passed with flying colors.
Including Grell 'The Depraved Slacker' Sutcliff.
He was only one regret Kagome had from being an instructor, and that was passing him to be a full-pledged reaper (somehow the slacker got triple A's on his grade sheet).
Grell, to her means more paperwork. And she hated paperwork more than anything. It was no secret to every co-worker in the same building that adding more on her desk was a serious offense and a quickest way to earn her ire.
As such is happening now. William wished he was there to see it, but a video camera recording will have to do.
"Grell…" the mentioned reaper whimpered, cowering, and she snarled, "you placed your field report in a periwinkle file!" She gave the flamboyant reaper a withering stare, the folder crackled in her grip, "What color file do field reports go in?"
Grell offered what he thought was a fetching smile, "Why, they go in the royal blue ones!" He cupped his face and faked a girlish giggle, "Silly me!"
Kagome's lips thinned dangerously. A line of shadow fell on her face.
Grell began to sweat, "The green?" He started laughing nervously, "I know, the purple?!"
The shadow was dropped. Kagome rose a hand to massage her temple as she gave a long suffering sigh, "I've told you once. I've told you twice! I've told you a million times!" Grell relaxed a touch, when the look of evilness escaped Kagome's expression. He was still laughing, with few nervous ticks.
Her eyes snapped up in fire as she swatted the file on the man's head in emphasis, "Periwinkle is for supply requests! Royal Blue for interdepartmental communication! Green for incident reports! Purple is for completed soul harvest reports!" She screamed, the file beyond crinkled to be saved.
Kagome's eyes flared with a rage so deep Grell felt himself take an involuntary step back, "It is the one color you of all people should be capable of remembering! Red is for field reports!"
"I just warned you not even a week ago! That's it!" The secretary threw down the crumbled paper next to her shoes and stomped a foot to stress her frustration, "I can't take it anymore!" Without a hesitation she grabbed Grell's ties and pulled him close to her red face. For one brief second, Grell flustered at the close proximity, "Why don't you hang around until you get it right?!"
Three floors below, heard a feminine shriek.
William speed walked after hearing the terrible sound, imagining the worst.
But what he found was beyond worthy of imprinting in his memory.
Grell was choking and strangling from his ties that were stapled to the ceiling. His struggling shoes were dangling from three good feet from the floor. Kagome, not one strand of hair was out of place, was typing away on her pure-white laptops, her expression cold and plain.
"Wi-william-ac-ahk-h-helpppppp-" Grell wheezed, a hand reaching toward William while the other was pulling on his thin ties.
The supervisor pulsed his lips and glanced at the secretary, a finger to a camera nestled high in a corner, "Is this recorded?"
He only got a huff, which he took as a confirmation. William bowed in understanding, "Well then, please proceed on what you were doing. I will call for a janitor for pest removal."
Grell cried.
The door fell close behind him, and William had an epiphany and decided something was certain.
"Kagome Higurashi will be my wife."
A co-worker nearby overheard and spewed coffee all over his desk.
"I will call the janitor for this too." William fixed his glasses and went about his day.
A/N: Not beta'd!