A/N: Sorry this took so long~! Basically I'm at a point where I dunno whether to do a sequel or keep this one going. I leave the decision to you guys, honestly. I want to to know what you guys would think but either way the focus would shift to Ronald and Will (And Tommy and Unny). Um...but yeah~!
"My apologies, Mr. Spears. I simply feel that my abilities would be better suited to General Affairs..." William nodded silently as he read through the transfer papers. This was their third transfer in the last two weeks and it was getting ridiculous. "I do hope you can understand my reasons for leaving," The older reaper sighed and set the papers down, looking up at him.
"You're sure about this, Sims?"
"Yes sir, I'd like to transfer as soon as possible." William nodded slowly and stamped the papers before handing them back and shooing him out of his office. Once the door slammed shut, he stood and made his way to the window and cracked it open, lighting a cigarette. He'd been getting complaints from the other supervisors about the mass of transfers lately, but it wasn't anything he could control! His division took a certain breed of reaper that only came along every few centuries, decades if he was lucky. He rubbed his forehead with his free hand and glared at the door when he heard timid knocking.
"Come in." Thomas peeked in and stared silently, sighing when he saw the man smoking. "What is it, Barker? I'm not in the mood for nonsense right now." He snuffed out the cigarette and returned to his desk, rubbing his temples.
"I-i was simply...b-bringing you t-these reports sir...from that sanatorium investigation? Ronald and I have them finished..." He squeaked when the older reaper snatched the folder from him.
"Why are you bringing them to me then? Knox was in charge of that investigation-"
"Well he's still a little...upset about finding you and Miss Sutcliff together before we left, sir. It's to be expected that he'd want to avoid you, isn't it?"
"I suppose. Is that all it is, Barker?" He nodded and ran a hand through his hair, adjusting the white rose on his lapel. He'd gotten a lot closer to Ronald in the last two years and they'd become almost as close as he'd been to Alan. "Why are you still here, Barker? Do you want overtime?" He jumped and stared at the larger reaper, shaking his head quickly.
"N-no, Sir! S-sorry, Sir!"
"Then perhaps you and Knox should get to work so that you'll avoid overtime. Now get out of my office!" Thomas nodded and ran out the door in a rush. He stopped at his desk and looked up at Ronald, shrugging a little.
"I'm sorry Ronnie...I really did try..." the blond shrugged and stood up slowly. He'd been up pretty late with the younger reaper last night, though he'd been far too drunk to do anything else without seriously injuring himself. "Are you sure you'll be ok?"
"Yeah Tom, I'll be alright. I guess I'll get over him eventually..." He sighed as Thomas ruffled his hair and leaned against the desk. He really couldn't stand to see Ronald upset about his relationship with William failing again. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and smirked as he grabbed his scythe.
"I've got it~! Oh it's so terribly brilliant and wretched...it's perfect ducky~!" He started giggling like the Undertaker and pulled the younger reaper up. "Come on~!" Ronald stared silently and squeaked when the pink haired reaper pulled him up, dragging him out of the office. Ronald couldn't help but stop when he heard a pair of reapers gossiping.
"I heard Spears was under a lot of stress...apparently if we have one more transfer then the higher ups are gonna bring in a pair of reapers from like Japan or something. It's that bad-"
"Don't worry about them Ronnie, come on! We got work to do~!" He squeaked as Thomas continued to drag him off.
Thomas sighed as he knelt in front of the small headstones, setting a small bouquet of white roses by each of them. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and sighed quietly, holding his scythe and glancing up when he felt the wind change directions suddenly. This always seemed to happen when he came up to pay a visit, almost like someone was trying to talk to him. He shook his head and looked back down at the headstones.
"Oh god, oh god! What have I done?" Thomas let go of the scythe and slumped to the ground, staring at the impaled reapers as they blurred through his tears. He pulled off his glasses and threw them in some random direction before laying down in a little ball and crying heavily. He glanced up as William held the scythe and yanked the blade out of the two reapers, barely flinching when they collapsed in a tangled heap. "M-mr. Spears...h-how could y-you be so h-heartless...?" Tommy paused and sniffed as he sat up, glancing between the dark haired manager and the fallen reapers, blood slowly soaking their clothes.
"You killed them, Barker. Not me...you need to learn to take responsibility. Sometimes it is necessary to eliminate those who could cause a problem," The blond scrambled back into a standing position and made to land a hard punch to William's jaw. The furthest he got was raising his fist before he broke down again and collapsed at William's feet, sobbing loudly and clinging to the larger reaper for dear life.
"How can y-you be so insensitive? W-what if it was R-ronald...?" William stopped and stared down at the reaper sobbing at his feet.
He shook his head and blew a kiss to each stone before standing once more and walking down the hill again. That night was still raw in his mind and he couldn't help but occasionally break down still with the knowledge that it technically had been his fault they were dead. He shook his head after a few minutes and chuckled to himself, pulling a little pewter key from his pocket and smiling a little when he saw one small but very dark garnet in the middle of the fancy hunk of pewter.
"Will...? Are you alright, darling~?" Grell poked his head up from under William's desk after twenty minutes with still no reply, cocking his head to the side. He pushed his way out and stood when he looked like he'd been sleeping, only to hear quiet sniffing coming from the stern reaper. "William, are yo-"
"Leave me alone, Grell. I'm not doing this anymore..." The redhead stared quietly and placed a hand on his shoulder only to have it slapped away. "Didn't you hear me? I said get out!"
"Fine! You can bugger off too, William! I'm sick of never knowing what you you want!" He huffed and stormed out of the office, not bothering to glance back at the reaper wiping clove oil from under his eyes.
"That's the end of that. Now if only I could fix things with Ronald..." He sighed quietly and returned to his paperwork.
"My my...now what's got you so worked up, kitty~? You came in here so quick I didn't get a chance to sterilise the table~" Thomas was about to say something until he heard what the old man said, instantly shuddering and whining.
"P-professor I r-really wish y-you hadn't said that! Y-you seriously had a...a...c-corpse on here before I got here?"
"Well I AM a mortician, little kitty~ and it's never stopped us before with the caskets~!" Thomas was speechless and shoved the old man off before snatching his robe and pulling it on. "Tommy?" The pink haired reaper stared at the ground and sniffed, glancing back at the old man.
"I-i'm cold..." He sniffed and wrapped his arms around himself, squeaking a little when Undertaker wrapped his arms around him and slid off the table, pulling the smaller reaper with him to a coffin.
"I know exactly how to warm up a cold pussy cat~."
Ronald sighed as he mowed over his last corpse for the day, shoving his death list back in his pocket finally. About time that he finished! For the first time in three months, he didn't have any overtime, he was getting ready to take a nice long vacation, and from what he could tell William was really truly properly finished with Grell! It was definitely looking up for sure.
"Man, just a few more things then I can get out of here, I can't w—huh?" He stopped when a bird hovered in front or his face and began chirping relentlessly. "What do you want, birdy? Jealous because I can leave this rathole city for two weeks? OW! Oi, watch where you put that beak, ya bloody pigeon!" The bird chirped back angrily and a note fell from it's leg, the blond catching it before it landed in a puddle.
"Knox. My office, immediately. Urgent matter. PS: His name is Iggy and he's a robin, not a pigeon."
"Are you bloody serious?"
"Just because we live in the south part of this filthy country doesn't mean we have to eat like barbarians."
"You didn't seem to mind last night, Admit it, you like this weird American food. It's not so terrible,"
"Well it's better than having beans every night. But I miss English food! Whatever happened to the puddings and herring stew and-"
"Relax, Al. If you miss it that bad then I"ll start making English food again. All you have to do is ask,"
"Please, Mr. Slingby?"