"So, this is the human concept of love?" Will thought, watching two humans from afar. The male human was talking to the female human, smiling. The female human was laughing all the while, holding the male human's hand. The red light shining in from the trees illuminated their happy faces and the male continued to talk in a low, slow voice, as if they had forever. The female had stopped laughing and gazed into the male's eyes. The male gazed back, and he had also stopped laughing. Slowly, the male bend down, and whispered something into the female's ear, which made her giggle with pleasure. He pulled back from her ear, and stopped when his face was centimeters away from hers. He leaned over, and just before their lips touched, Will turned. "Disgusting."
Will sighed, and walked away. He had more important matters to deal with, for example, the last name on the Death list for tonight. Some man named John Thomas, who was scheduled to die at exactly 8:34, due to fever and an inguinal bubo, followed by vomiting of blood.
"Located… by the small river next to the… Anderson home." Will rubbed his chin and pondered, "The Anderson home? That is quite a ways away… Very well." He closed his book containing the names and slid it into his pocket.
After much walking, and multiple glances from the humans at his scythe, he made it to the river. By now, the sky was dark, and Will had only a mere ten minutes to find Thomas. "I must hurry, or his soul will be lost." Will muttered to himself, searching around the river. Eventually, he found a large house.
"This must be the Anderson house. I do believe the head of the house is the son of the Lawrence Anderson. I wonder if the family still produces glasses, as they have for generations. Maybe I can find enough money for him to make me a new pair." Will grumbled, adjusting the old and slightly worn pair he had on now. "No time to dabble in the weak society of human glasses! I must get going, or I shall never find Thomas!"
Will continued to silently sneak and crawl around the corners of the houses until he found John in a crumbling building a slight distance away from the Anderson house. Peering into one of the windows of the house, he saw the man, coughing and kneeling on the floor. He looks pathetic, Will thought to himself, clicking his tongue, This must be the human concept of disease. I do believe it… He cut himself off, No time! Humans are below you in every way. Focus.
After waiting and attempted focus, John died, crumbling to the floor. Will groaned at the sight of the broken man. Just before he removed the soul from the body for its trials to decide if it went to Heaven or Hell, a familiar voice chipped from the door.
"William!" in a flurry of red, the man was on top of Will, grinning wildly.
"Grell! I am currently in the middle of something! I would be ever so grateful if you would remove yourself from me…" Will attempted to push the shark-tooth reaper off, but Grell remained.
"Middle of what? Thinking about the humans again? That's all you are ever in the middle of."
"No, this is work! Now please, get off." Will sighed, rubbing his head.
"Fine… I'll get off. You seem like you are in a bad mood. How about I take the soul back to Death, and you can frolic off to 'study', hm?" Grell stood up and crossed his arms.
"If it will get you to leave me alone, of course. I will not go frolicking, though. I will be heading back to our realm. Now, if you'll excuse me." Will sat himself up and pushed back past Grell, who was waving.
"Have fun!" he giggled to himself, and started on Will's work. Will rolled his eyes and mumbled something not so very respectful, and walked off. The closest entry to the Reaper Realm was next to the Anderson house.
Almost home… Will thought, turning the corner towards the entry gate. While walking, Will heard a noise. Turning, he saw a woman who was gaping back at him. She looked young, only twenty years of age at least, and was thin, with stunning blue eyes and thick brown hair. Will panicked, and rushed for the gate. Finally, he was home.