OFF TO THE SHINIGAMI WORLD! -Flies away.-

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Chapter 5!

I hung my head slightly and covered my face with my hands. "May I…May I have some time to prepare myself? I… I need to talk with someone… someone more female. Can I have a day?"

He smiled slightly. "Ah, I see. You may go see Grell, for a day. And say hello to William for me." Higher demons can almost read minds, their intuition is amazing. He approved it though, so I stood up, brushed my dress clean, and hugged Lucifer as a thank you. He hugged me back and patted my hair for a moment before releasing me.

From my pocket, I pulled out something William, another shinigami friend of mine, had given me eons ago. The basics are that Shinigami can naturally transport to and from their world. Normal demons cannot. So Will gave me an orb, a shinigami orb, a way for me to get to their world. And he got me a blue one too! He may seem cold and serious on the outside, but he could be a real sweetie sometimes. The little blue orb was no bigger than a marble, and pulsed once it realized my intentions.

I nodded goodbye to Lucifer and squeezed the orb in my palm. It transformed into a ball of light and went through my hand before opening into a rift between worlds. It looked like a tear in reality, with the light energy of the orb keeping it open. Lucifer looked at me before I stepped through and said;

"Be here again, in 24 hours. I don't like going to the shinigami world, don't make me come after you, Lankana." I nodded and stepped through.

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I exited on the other side, and the rift closed behind me. The light energy transformed back into an orb and floated back into my palm. I put it back into the place I keep things when I have no pockets. Where is that? Well, I won't tell anyone that… I have my secrets.

I looked down at the familiar white marble flooring . It smelled like lilac and clean linens, that very antiseptic and clean scent. It was all so bright and white and pleasant… by human standards. I would have preferred something more natural, with more life. I started down the long winding path, then remembered that I only had 24 hours to regain my wits. I broke into a hundred-mile-per-hour run that got me to the giant golden-lined doors in seconds. They were just a ruse, there was no need for doors, they were ornamental.

A door wouldn't stop anything that had the ability to make it to this plane. Imagine it; a demon uses all of their might and magic to rip a hole in the dimensional barrier and make it here, and then they come to a door. "Darn! A door. Guess I'll just go home…" Not likely.

I walked through the holographic door and turned to the shinigami receptionist, who could only tell that I was demon because of my "smell". Apparently, to shinigamis, we have a pleasant, sweet body odor. She lifted her death scythe from underneath her immaculate marble desk, letting me know she was armed.

"Hey, Janah." I greeted her. She couldn't tell it was me, I wasn't in my normal human form.

"Good day, and welcome… do I know you?" She asked cautiously.

I flicked my hand in impatience. "Just say the Epsilan, Janah. I'm afraid I'm on a very tight schedule today."

"Of course, madam." She cleared her throat. "Welcome, and merry meet! Who is it that I greet?"

I looked at her and said, "Friend of Will and friend of Grell, and I do wish you well." And I smiled sweetly.

She paused, unbelieving, then took off her glasses, which all shinigami wear… for whatever reason. It's not as if they need them. They have perfect vision. "Lankana? It's you. I heard. I'm so sorry!"

She ran over to me and hugged me before going on. "Grell is in his office. He's waiting for you, I think. Here's the guest pass." She handed me a little glass plate, about four inches by an inch. No thicker than a centimeter. It had shinigami symbols on it and was multi-colored. Only shinigami receptionists knew which one would take you where. This place was literally a changing maze. It could shift to keep intruders out and never ended. Only high-up administrators, like William, could navigate through it all. The rest of us needed employee or guest passes.

I thanked her and pretended I was all right… I wasn't… I was about to explode. But, she bought it and nodded and said goodbye. I walked over to the transporter. It was very similar to modern-day elevators. I entered it. It had marble floors and silver doors. A nasal female voice chimed "pass, please" as I stepped in. I placed the glass plate with the markings on my hand, flat, and extended my arm slightly. I'm unsure how it works, but it scanned my pass… somehow, almost as if it had eyes. "Thank you," the nasally non-existant woman said.

The doors closed and nothing happened. Then, suddenly, it took off at break-neck speeds, or, at least, they would be break-neck to a human. I leaned against the cold marble wall of the device and took a long, shaky, breath. I would try to hold my composure until I got there. The elevator eventually began slowing. I arrived a few moments later. The door opened and I stepped out to another marble hall, with gold trimmings. As I walked up to the receptionist, she looked up and smiled lightly. I handed her my pass and she said;

"Thanks, Lankana."

I gave her a puzzled look. How did she know it was me? As if reading my mind, she said;

"Janah told me you were on your way here." It made sense, the receptionists here were major gossipers and word could spread faster than wildfire. I nodded, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Ah, I see," I muttered quietly. She pointed towards another door, which would lead to another large office with another receptionist that I didn't want to have to deal with.

"Will and Grell are in there. Have a nice day!" She smiled sympathetically.

"Thanks, Malia," I muttered quietly. She just waved bye.

I walked through the door she had indicated and headed down the short hall, which led to a set of stairs going down. I went down them and found Grell sitting at the receptionists desk, scribbling furiously, with Will standing next to it, staring coldly. Grell looked up, saw me, slammed the pen down, vaulted over the desk, and ran at me, screaming.

"Lankana! My dear! My poor sweet dear!" He ran towards me, but couldn't reach me. Will had rushed gracefully forwards, grabbed Grell's arm, flipped him over his shoulder, and stepped back so he was standing on Grell's head.

"I see Lankana will be a distraction to you, Sutcliffe. And you have not finished your paperwork." From underneath Will's polished shoes, Grell protested.

"But Wirrr," he slurred, cheeks squished on the floor. "Eh did furnish the sturck of pipers! Just rook!" Will looked over at the desk and saw the papers were all in the "done" stack. Without missing a beat, he snapped his fingers and more paperwork flew in from another adjoining hallway. Will gracefully stepped off of Grell's face and picked him up by his red designer coat.

"Go work on those in my office, Sutcliffe. You can have a long period of time off to spend with Lankana after I have concluded some business with her." Grell was about to argue, but received a piercing glare from Will. I loved Will, he was so considerate to me, and so harsh to others. I was about to burst into tears and Grell wasn't always the best listener. Grell huffed, gathered the papers and went into Will's office.

Once he made sure Grell wasn't looking, Will smiled slightly. He had told me on a couple of occasions he never smiled for anyone except me. He took my arm like a gentleman and led me to a door, not saying anything. There was no window on the door, which was unusual. But, there was a small paper. He lifted the paper, and apparently there was a small window behind it, one I could not see. He "tsk"-ed and mumbled something about "things never being done when he asks". He placed his hand against the door and mumbled something in shinigami. I heard some rustling and shuffling behind the door. After it stopped, he looked through the little window again and mumbled "better".

He opened the door carefully, and led me in with a "This way, dear."

I giggled rather girlishly, loving being treated like a lady. He always called me "dear" when others weren't around, just as Michaelis always called me "love".

"Thank you, William."

"Just Will," he stated plainly and smiled handsomely. "Just Will." I smiled and nodded in response. We entered the room, which I assumed was a changer room, which Grell and I called the "whatever" rooms because shinigamis could make the room become… whatever. We entered and the room was a calming color. There was a large, comfy looking, black couch against the far wall.

The room was big enough to not be claustrophobic, but small enough to be cozy. There was also a coffee table, which had several things on it; a vase filled with my favorite flowers, black and purple roses, a small decorative box with sparkles on it, and a larger red box with a bow on it, and a box of tissues.

He led me over to the couch and pulled my little overcoat off of my shoulders. he took it and hung it on the coat rack in the other corner of the room. I opened my mouth and began to ask "what are you doing?" but, I only got part way through it when he took my face in his gloved hands, making me blush and shut up. Will always wore a suit and gloves, most shinigami did.

"Shh-shh-shh." He hushed. Knowing that wouldn't keep me quiet for long, he pulled a piece of duck tape out of thin air and slapped it over my mouth, still manageing to be graceful. He sat me down on the couch and took my shoes off for me and threw them by the coat rack, and then walked over there himself and removed his own coat and gloves.

Why didn't I take the tape off? I saw no reason to. Will always has a reason for things. So I let it slide. He came back over and sat next to me. He took a short breath then looked over at me lovingly. My composure was failing, fast…