Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: So this is the next chapter! I'm actually writing this note quickly because I'm going somewhere and I want to put this up before I go, but I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter!
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"Alex…" Julia grumbled, walking into her house and letting out a yawn. "Don't say that."
"Well it's true," Alex shrugged. "I was just wondering if your father used to be a reaper of not. It would explain how he was able to easily get contacts for me to get into the academy. Why can't you tell me?"
"Because I never learned myself," she sighed. "Look, perhaps in the past he was a reaper, but now he's not. I'd prefer that you would stop with the constant questions on the subject. It's starting to irritate me," she grumbled to herself. Just then Albert showed up out of nowhere, almost giving Alex a heart attack. "Oh hi Albert," she smiled as he bowed. "So where's Sophie wandered to? We had left when she started talking to father."
"She's currently in the library across from your father's private office," Albert said, still bowing.
"Thank you," she smiled, "Come on Alex. It's almost one in the morning. I wonder if she's still awake or not."
Walking up staircase, they walked down a hallway towards her father's office. "Father," Julia said, peeking into the room.
"Yes dear?" her father answered, still signing forms under candlelight.
"Where is Sophia?" she asked, walking into the room.
He let out a sigh, finishing what he was writing and standing up. "I had sent her to the study room next door. I haven't heard from her in a few hours... Perhaps it's time we check up on her," he winked, walking towards the door and softly gripping his daughter's hand.
Julia quickly accepted, giggling as she was escorted across the hall where Alex was waiting. Once they opened the door and looked inside, Alex and Julia couldn't help but let out an 'awwww'. Sophie had fallen asleep on the couch, her body sprawled out over the length of the 3-custioned couch. The book she been reading was closed and sitting on the table. She was curled up in a little ball, her face facing away from the couch and towards them. She had a very solemn expression on her face as she slept the night away. "So cute ~" Julia giggled, quiet enough to not disturb her.
Alex walked over to Sophie, gently rocking her back in forth to wake her from her slumber. "Sophie… Sophie…" he said.
Sophie slowly opened her crystal blue eyes, looking into Alex's red eyes, "Hello…" she smiled, letting out a yawn and stretching. She sat up on the couch, still sleepy from her nap. "What time is it?"
"One," Alex responded, "in the morning."
She nodded, slowly getting up and yawning. "Okay," was her reply. She walked over to Mr. Shezmu and handed him the book back. "Here you go."
"You're finished?" he asked, accepting the book in his hands.
"Yes I did. It took me a while, but it was very interesting," she smiled. "Though I would like to know what happened next. It stopped at about 524 B.C."
He chuckled, "If you want I'll let your borrow the my next journal."
"Oh really?" she beamed happily.
"Of course. Just return the book when you come back, and you're free to take them without permission, though at least inform Albert that you're doing so," he smiled.
She smiled back, "Thank you! I'll just check out one though. I don't want to get behind in my studying."
He nodded, "Of course." Then he looked over at Alex and Julia, who were currently poking each other in the cheek. "You're going to escort young Sophia back to her dorm, aren't you Alexander?"
He stopped, just to be poked one last time by Julia. Sophie and Julia giggled in a reply, causing him to roll his eyes at them. "Of course sir," he said with a bow. "Come on Sophie. We'd better head back."
Sophie nodded, following Mr. Shezmu to his bookshelf as he put the journal back. Then he handed her a new one, as she looked it over. "Journal CLXXIV," she read it over. "… Thank you," she said again with a bow, running out the door to meet up with Alex. She was rather tired and wanted to head back to her dorm so she could finish sleeping.
She left Mr. Shezmu there, who was quietly chuckling to himself. "She knows Latin, like her father. That's sweet," he smirked to himself. 'Perhaps this is an apprentice I've been looking for. I haven't had the challenge of teaching someone in years…' he chuckled to himself, walking over to his desk and putting his papers away in a drawer, blowing out the light.
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Sophie let out a sigh, trying to finish the stack of forms in front of her. It had been a few weeks since Grell became her mentor, and so far it's been torture. When she comes in to see him, he'd be asleep or doodling. She's at the point of snapping him in two for not doing his work. "Grell…" she glared as she looked over at her mentor, who was busy painting his nails red.
"Yes dearest? ~" he smiled, not looking up from what he was doing.
"Are we ever going to train?" she grumbled to herself. "I'm sick of doing your work for you. Why can't you just do it yourself like everyone else instead of having a lackey do it for you," she glared at him.
"Don't be so mean!~~" he frowned, "We'll do something fun tomorrow, I promise."
She grumbled under her breath, suddenly standing up from her seat, "You said that yesterday and the day before that. I'm getting sick and tired of your incompetence –"
"Ooh don't say that!" Grell whimpered, "You're sounding like William!" Sophie grumbled to herself and grabbed her messenger bag, which she kept all her school books and etc, and began to walk out of the cubical, to Grell's shock. "Hey where do you think you are going?"
"I'm leaving," she glared at him, causing him to flinch slightly. "I'm going to finish my homework, then train myself," she groused. "I'll be back tomorrow, but if you expect me to stick around you'd better get your act together," she grumbled to herself, walking out of the cubical and rushing down the stairs. Making sure Grell wasn't following her; she let out a sigh, walking down the stairs to the library. What she really wanted to do was read more into the journal Mr. Shezmu let her borrow a few days ago. It was annoying her that Grell wouldn't do his work, so she figured proper punishment would be leaving him with the little work he had left. Perhaps he'll have learned something by tomorrow, but she doubts it.
She passed by the librarian, "What is young Sophia doing here today at this hour?" she asked as she put books away.
"My incompetent mentor is giving me a splitting headache," she sighed, grabbing a stack of books and setting them on the bookshelf in their proper order. "I had done all my homework early expecting that we would do some actual training today, but all he did was having me sit at his desk and do the work he was supposed to do today. I don't know with that man," she grumbled to herself, "I just needed a break."
"Do you plan on checking out a book today?" she asked, putting the last of the books away and climbing down the ladder.
"No," Sophie shrugged, "I just want to read my book in peace… is that okay?"
"Sure," she smiled, pushing the cart full of books towards the front. "You can go towards the back if you want some peace and quiet. No one goes back there."
She smiled, "Thank you," Sophie nodded, leaving the librarian and walking to the back of the library. She was right; there was barely anything there, except a bunch of dusty old books. Those made her frown, for books should be read. She took a random book off of the shelf, looking over the title. "Robin Hood… must be where they keep the chromatic records," she said to herself, deciding to take the book with her to read. 'What a waste,' she frowned, finding an old couch in the corner, 'Books should be read. I don't see why shinigamis don't treasure human souls more… so annoying.' She let out a sigh, sitting down on the couch and setting her stuff down next to her. The light was dim, but at least no one seemed to come back her. Sophie smirked, taking off her glasses and putting them in her coat. Smiling, she began to read, crossing her legs and leaning an arm on the armrest.
'Robin Hood was born during the medieval ages of Nottinghamshire, England. He grew up with his father who was a yeoman. His father taught him how to be a skilled archer and swordsman and he'd hunt and practice with his friends on the small property they owned…'
A little girl dressed in her nightgown giggled, running through a small, dusty building. "I brushed my teeth dad!" she smiled happily, still having a giggle fit. "Are you going to read me a story tonight?"
A low chuckle came from across the hallway, "Of course ~" the voice said, with a somewhat low and eerie hum echoing through the building. The little girl didn't seem to mind as she sat herself down in a study room, which had a few large bookshelves lining the room. A couch was in the middle of the room, where the girl sat herself down waiting for her father. As he came in the girl's eyes beamed, happy to see him. "Don't you seem eager," he chuckled, looking through the stack of books he had in the corner.
"Of course!" she giggled happily. "It's one of my favorite parts of the day," she beamed, causing the man to smile, if it was even possible.
The man had long, gray flowing hair. He wore a black looking robe, which was so long that it hid his hands. He had a large black top hat, and his eyes were hidden behind gray hair. He wore a vicious looking Cheshire cat smile, which made her giggle when he finally came over with a book. "I shouldn't have let you pig out on those sweets today little maiden."
She giggled, "Oh don't say that daddy! It was very fun!" He smiled, picking his daughter up playfully and tickled her sides, causing her to laugh loudly. "Don't do that!" she giggled, "I'm ticklish!"
"I know," he giggled with her, soon calming down and sitting on the couch with the girl sitting down on his lap.
She cuddled into his side, setting her head against his chest as it began to lull her to sleep. "What are we reading today?"
"We're continuing the book we were reading the other day," he smiled, kissing her on the top of her head.
"You mean Robin Hood?" she asked, a smile growing on her face. "I like it," she smiled.
"I knew you would," he chuckled, wrapping one arm around his daughter and used the other one to hold the book. "Now let me see… we were at the time he was in the forest…"
"Young Robin Hood and his Merry Men came across the Sheriff of Nottingham. He and the man he called Little John decided to play a trick, for he was out to get them since they had been stealing from any nobles who passed by. Robin Hood disguise himself as a peasant boy as Little John disguise himself as a father. Stealthily walking towards the sheriff, they began to beg down the road. The sheriff rolled his eyes, giving them a measly shilling. Out of nowhere they pinned him to the ground, about to take his life. He gasped in fear, till Robin Hood grabbed his sack of coins. "Let's get going," he smirked, leaving him on the ground –"
"Excuse me," Sophie heard a voice said, as she snapped out of her daydreaming. "I wasn't expecting to see someone in my seat."
"Oh I'm sorry!" she said, quickly gathering her things, "I'll just leave then –"
"Why leave? ~~" he giggled on his sleeve, "You're not bothering anyone."
Sophie stopped, setting her bag back down and letting out a sigh. "Well okay…" She looked up at the man. Her eyes widened for a second, noticing that he was the man from her dream.
He giggled, causing her to look away in embarrassment as her cheeks went slightly red. "What's with the face?"
"Face?" she looked back at him confused, "I'm not making a face."
He laughed again, causing her to frown. Then he plopped down next to her, beginning to poke her cheek with a long, black nail. She growled under her breath, which he answered by poking her more. "So what are you reading?" he asked, leaning over her shoulder to see.
"Robin Hood…" she smiled as he stopped poking her.
"Such a great story! A story of a man who goes against society and help those in need," he giggled.
She nodded, setting the book down on her lap. "I don't know who you are, but I'm just wondering why you're here."
"I'm just here to return some books," he giggled, "It's been ages since I had some new ones. Been putting it off for a while," he smiled.
Sophie nodded, watching as he put the books he had on a cart back on the shelves, noticing he knew exactly where each one went. She began to think, 'Only the high-class directors can check out chromatic records. Unless he just stole them, which I wouldn't be surprised, he must be a director of some kind… I'd better behave then.' She sighed, taking her glasses back out and setting them on the bridge of her nose. She had gotten into a lot of trouble for one week. She didn't want to end up with more detention time.
The cloaked man looked at her curiously, setting the last of his books on the shelf. "Why are you putting your glasses on, my dear? ~"
She looked up at him, then let out a sigh, "You seen to be an advanced shinigami of some kind. I'd like to avoid trouble so…" she shrugged, not sure what to say.
"Avoid trouble? Am I causing you trouble dear?" he whimpered, Sophie noticing he was putting on an act.
"No," she simply said. "A shinigami must never remove their glasses, right? Well I don't want your reporting me or anything. I've had enough detentions to last me for a good month," she sighed sadly.
"I was never one for the rules," he said, causing her to look over at him in shock. Then he giggled, all authority he had just gained flying out the window. "You must be new."
"Newly dead," she said, causing him to have a laughing fit. She raised an eyebrow, not expecting that response.
"Newly dead… I like it," he giggled to himself in thought.
She smiled, happy that he liked her response. Looking at her pocket watch, she let out a sigh, "I'd better get going… I have to get to detention."
He giggled to himself. "Then I mustn't keep you waiting," he responded, shooing her away with his sleeve. "I'd love to see you again, dearest ~~"
Sophie smiled, "Well during this time I'm usually with my mentor… but perhaps we'll run into each other."
He nodded with a smile and she smiled back, setting the book down where she found it and walking out of the library. She chuckled to herself, letting the moment that just happened sink in. 'That was weird… oh well. It could have been weirder. I'd better get to detention by 5:05 though,' she thought to herself, noticing her watch said 5:01.
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Sophie arrived at Grell's cubical, always a bit earlier then she needed to. Her eyes went wide in amazement, noticing that all his paperwork had been signed and organized for the day. "I wasn't sure if you would come back," she heard Grell say from right behind her, his arms crossed. He leaned against the wall of his cubical, a sad look on his face.
"I'm sorry Grell," she frowned, "I'm just sick of doing your paperwork for you."
"Well now you don't have to!" he said excitedly, causing Sophie to crack a smile. "I have some stuff planned for today."
"Good…" Sophie smiled, pulling her bag back on her arm. "So what's the plan?"
He smiled deviously, his sharp teeth showing off a frightening demeanor. "Come follow me," he giggled, grabbing Sophie's hand and pulling her along.
Sophie happily followed him, glad to finally be out of that stuffy office. Her eyes went wide when they finally made it to their destination. It was the shinigami training facility. "We're actually training today?"
"Of course!" he giggled to himself. "Oh there's dear Will. Will~iam!~~" he said, running across the room and grabbing him in a hug.
He groaned as Sophie casually walking over to them. "Mr. Sutcliff…" he grumbled under his breath.
Sophie rolled her eyes as the bickered, looking around for Alex. 'I know he as to be around here somewhere…' she opened her eyes in surprise, turning quickly around as their scythes clashed together.
"Dang it!" he laughed, jumping away from her. "I thought I could surprise you there. So disappointing," he frowned.
Sophie smirked, swinging her scythe around in a circle, "Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Alex chuckled, walking over to Sophie and watched as their mentors bickered. "So you're finally training?"
"I hope so," Sophie frowned. "Hey do you just want to train like we usually do?"
Alex shrugged. "I don't care…"
Sophie smirked, putting her glasses in her coat and taking out two blindfolds. She threw him one, Alex putting his glasses in his coat and beginning to tie the blindfold around his head. "Okay so what do you want the rules to be?" she asked, making sure she was close enough to hear him.
"How about…" He thought for a few seconds before he responded, "blindfolds stay on the whole time. The goal is to slightly cut into your opponent, not a big gash but just enough to be visible. We stay in the arena and cannot leave."
"What about our powers? How serious should it be?"
He let out a sigh, "How about… shinigami powers are okay, though nothing too extreme. We don't want anyone locking us up for being demons or something." The both of them chuckled, as Sophie let out a sigh.
"Okay let's do this…" she finished, listening to Grell and William. "This'll get their attention," she smirked, running at Alex with her scythe aimed at his head.
He jumped up in the air, easily avoiding her attack, "You're going to have to be faster than that to beat me!"
"I know!" she smirked, quickly appearing behind him as he was falling through the air. "I'm just warming up," she whispered in his ear, pounding down on his shoulder with the butt of her scythe.
He hit the ground hard, his arm slightly sore, "Geeze…" he grumbled to himself, rubbing his shoulder.
Then he glared at her through his blindfold. "Finally getting serious?" she asked, twirling her scythe in her hand.
"Yes… but so should you," he smirked, appearing behind her.
She quickly evaded his attack, running around the room. He followed, waiting for an opening. Then they ran at each other, Alex aiming for her head. Sophie smirked, sliding underneath him. She lifted her scythe, scratching his arm. He growled, holding onto his arm in pain. "Hah I win," she smirked, taking off her blindfold.
"That was too quick!" Alex growled at her, taking off his blindfold.
"Oh am I sensing some resentment from you?" she smiled. "Come on man, I know you can do better than that."
"Yeah," Alex sighed, walking over to Sophie, "but I don't want to. Besides, if I try any harder then you'll try even harder. I don't want to be cut up into a million pieces, not today." He smiled, rustling up her hair. Sophie grumbled under her breath, combing her hair with her hands. "Oh and by the way," he said, as they walked back over to their mentors, "you should probably hide that yellow tint in your eyes."
Sophie looked at him astonished, "It wasn't that hard though…"
"Yeah, well its showing." Sophie grumbled, closing her eyes and calming down her breathing.
"You can just say I was expecting more from you," she smirked, causing Alex to grumble.
"I'm not going to show off my real powers here," he grumbled under his breath.
"Same here," she smiled, opening her double-iris eyes to reveal their blue/green color. She walked over to Grell, a smile on her face. "So are you going to teach me something or not?"
"Of course dear," he giggled, "I was just watching your performance out there."
"It's not a big deal," she shrugged, "he wasn't even trying."
Alex glared at her as he put his glasses back on, causing her to giggle in triumph. "Grell Sutcliff," they heard William say. "You better have your apprentice put her glasses back on."
Sophie glared at him, the green in her eyes strangely beginning to swirl around in her eyes. Alex looked over at Sophie with worry, wondering what she was going to do. "You better do as he says," Grell sighed without noticing the tension, taking out his scythe. It was just a standard scythe, only colored an eerie red instead of the handle being brown. Sophie grumbled under her breath, reluctantly putting her glasses back on. Then she followed Grell out to the middle of the floor, waiting for his instructions.
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"Thank you," Sophie smiled, giving Mr. Shezmu his book back.
"Did you enjoy it?" he said, putting it back on the shelf.
Sophie shrugged, "It was okay… though I have a few questions for you."
"Go right ahead," he smiled, looking down at her.
She had to tilt her head up to see him, but it wasn't that bad. "So you trained my father, right?"
He smiled, "Correct. He was actually one of my best students… I don't take apprentices easily though. They have to prove that they can take what I throw at them."
She nodded in understanding, "Well okay. So you know a lot about him?"
"Indeed I do," he smiled, leaning against the bookshelf. "What is it that you want to know?"
"Just…" she thought for a little bit before answering, "I just want to know how was he like? Was he pompous and arrogant or nice and virtuous? What was his personality? How did he treat others? Why would you choose him as an apprentice when there are other death gods out there to train?"
He smirked, "A lot of questions I see…" He walked over to his desk, pulling up a chair for Sophie to sit down in. He grabbed his own chair, turning it so they could talk face to face. "Well… as you've read I met Marcus Serbus when he died. He seemed to have potential when I found that he took a human's soul, so I took him in for a while. At the time I thought he was rather weird. He always had a smile on his face and didn't seem to frown. A Death God to have those qualities is rare, even after living for as long as I have. Well… once he was trained I let him go. Then I came across him and he had become very famous. 'A rising god' was what I heard them say. After a few more times of meeting him alone, I came across his friends. Even so, he was the cheeriest of the bunch. I guessed that's just how he handled death, because I had seen his chromatic records. He may have lived as a noble, but he didn't see his father and was beaten by his mother when she was drunk.
"At one point in time, he told me that he wanted to have children, but wanted to wait till he found the right girl. Well, years had gone by and he didn't find anyone. I had lost contact with him for a while, soon learning that he had been killed by a demon. That stunned me. For a simple demon to kill Marcus was beyond my understanding, even after all these years. I laid his body to rest, not knowing he had begun a family with a human. It wasn't till a little later that I realized this. I couldn't find the daughter though… but now I have," he smiled. "The main reason I choose your father is because I saw potential, like I see in you. Even when he was using all his strength, he still had more in reserve. He only used his powers to good… like you seem to do." He smirked to himself, slowly reminiscing on the past. "I was wondering, while we're on the topic, if you would like to become my apprentice? It's been a few centuries and I'm a little rusty, but I decided to just ask."
Sophie looked at him, still thinking, "Well… perhaps… I don't know. My day is booked with school, then homework and spending time with my mentor. After I go to the infirmary it's already getting dark and I come here. The only time I see myself training is then, but then again it's also my relax time if the day was too rough… so I don't know."
He smirked, rustling her hair. "I guess you have a busy schedule already… I'll tell you what. I'll have you read a few more books on your father and after a week or so I'll begin training with you. I have a book just on The Dark Centurion," he said, taking a book off of the shelf and handing it to her. "And I'll also give you my next journal," he smiled, setting the books in Sophie's hands. "I know all of this must be overwhelming for you, but I heard from Alexander that the two of you haven't been training as intensely as the two of you could do. I could actually have you requested to train with me if you'd like."
"No that's okay," Sophie smiled, "I like spending time with my mentor… even if he doesn't do anything. Besides I take all my training from you guys. Training with my mentor is more of a warm-up really… but I'll read these books," she said, putting them into her messenger bag. "And I was wondering about something else."
"Yes?..." he asked, as they walked out the door.
"Are you a reaper too?" she asked, her crystal eyes staring up into his gray eyes with curiosity.
He smirked, chuckling to himself. "Not anymore… the shinigami game became too complicated for me. I don't like their rules and regulations they put in place, which is why I find it ridiculous you have to wear glasses. I met plenty of death gods who didn't need glasses, but perhaps it was a different time back then."
"So what do they call you now?" she wondered, "because I looked you up and you're titled under a demon, but I know from back then that a demon didn't necessary mean a demon."
"Well I'm not," he shrugged, "I'm still a death god. Just my methods are different than those of today. I was just created one day and I have been alive every since. It's not like I was a human, but I was simply just created. I was given names like Lord of Blood and Slaughter or Souls. I was a god of execution, destroying the wicked and rewarding the virtuous. I never really had a purpose in life other than that… so these youngsters with their death scythes isn't something I'm used to. Sure, I could just create one myself, but I don't care about useless things like that. That's what made your father different. He learned how to use powers other then death scythes and such. That's why he lived for so long. He went with the flow, as I didn't do, but he was good at his job and keeping the others from bickering with each other. I don't know though… the world I grew up in isn't the world that is today."
Sophie nodded, "I see… it's hard to stay a reaper with these rules about."
"Just listen to my request Sophia. You don't have to accept it, but I'd be nice to have an apprentice again."
Sophie smiled, following him out of his room and down the hallway, "Well I'll think about it." She chuckled, "but I'd like to keep the mentor I have at the academy. I won't mind having two mentors, but if I'm tired then I'm not going to be an easy person to work with."
"That's understandable," he chuckled, "Now let's go join Alexander and Julia in the dining room. It's about time for dinner." She nodded, following him down the narrow hallways and down the stairs.
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"So what are we doing today Grell?" Sophie asked, walking into his cubical to see him sitting in his chair and working on his nails.
"Ooh my boss wants me to go and gather information on a certain disturbance in London. I decided to wait till you can by so we can go together!" he giggled, putting his stuff down and standing up.
"Are you done with your paperwork?" she asked, leaning against the cubical with her hands crossed.
"Yes I did," he smiled, "and don't stare at me like that!"
She let a giggle escape her lips, "Sorry ~~" she mused, following him out of the office and down the stairs. "So where are we going?"
"Oh just a place in town. I don't know much about the place, but they gave me directions and told me that he was a reliable source." She nodded, following him into town. "They gave me directions…" he said, reading a piece of paper and following the writing on the paper, "and the place is called –"
"Undertaker?" Sophie asked, as they stopped in front of a store.
Grell let out a squeal, noticing the eeriness of the place and the graveyard located just beyond where they were. "What is this place!"
"Obviously our reliable source is a mortician," Sophie shrugged.
"I-I didn't know that!" he gasped, beginning to freak out.
Sophie let out a sigh, pushing her glasses back on her head. "If you knew the name, then it must have been obvious," she smirked.
Grell grumbled under his breath, as he opened the door roughly and walked in. "Sir? Mister Mortician? Is anyone here?" Grell called into the room, as Sophie poked her head in. She gasped, taking in the contents inside.
Coffins were everywhere and the place was covered in dust. Obviously this guy didn't care to be organized. As she stepped into the room and ventured in, she noticed a coat rack with one coat on it. It was a small coat, about her size, and it was covered in mud and grime. She touched the coat curiously, inspecting it. It looked familiar to her, but she couldn't tell from what. Then she heard Grell shriek, causing Sophie to look over with curiosity. "Wel~come~ Shini~gamis~~" a man said from a coffin, causing Grell to fall over in fright and scoot away.
Sophie let out a giggle, happy to see a familiar face. "Oh hello," she smiled, closing the door behind her and walking into the room. "I didn't know this is where you work. Like the cobwebs, nice touch," she chuckled to herself, putting her glasses away so she could see the place better.
"Hello again, my newly dead reaper~" he chuckled in his sleeve, walking over to an urn and picking it up.
Grell stood up quickly, staring at Sophie in shock, "You know this guy?"
"Well yeah," Sophie shrugged, "I met him in the library. Why?"
He looked at her sternly, before turning his attention to the mortician, who was happily eating a cookie from his urn. Sophie tilted her head curiously. 'Was that a doggie biscuit?' she thought to herself, a bit of drool coming out of her mouth. 'Oh god I'm so hungry,' but quickly she noticed what she was doing, wiping up the drool and patiently sitting down on a coffin without any worries of a body being in there or not. She felt rather unsecure of herself at that point, 'What am I doing? What's going on with me?' she thought, turning her attention to the two shinigamis that were discussing something.
Then Grell shrieked yet again, causing Sophie to roll her eyes. "I joke! I don't know any jokes!"
"Then you're getting a peep out of me, shinigami ~" he giggled, quickly getting up and wrapping his sleeves around his waist. "Give me a fit of laughter fit for a king~~~" he giggled excitedly.
Grell looked over at Sophie, who crossed her legs and smirked. "Yeah mentor, tell us a joke."
"Oh you're not going to help me?" he whimpered.
"Eeehh" she shrugged, "I think it's funnier to see you struggle." Then she heard her stomach grumble and she grumbled to herself. Grell frowned, letting out a sigh. Sophie smiled, looking in her bag for something to eat. Sadly she forgot to pick something up at the mess hall. She frowned, hearing her stomach grumble again. Then she saw a black figure pass by her, sitting next to her on the coffin. He was munching away at the biscuits and watched as Grell waved his arms around as he told a joke, which wasn't a very good one. Sophie frowned noticing it would be a while. She grumbled under her breath angrily, whispering to her stomach to stop grumbling.
Then a biscuit appeared in front of her face. Without a seconds thought she grabbed it, quickly munching on it. The mortician chuckled, rustling up her hair. Sophie didn't care, she got food! She looked at the mortician, who frowned at Grell's joke. Grell whined, saying another one. The mortician shoved the urn in Sophie's hand, standing up and freaking out Grell, yet again. "You don't seem to feed your students well, Mr. Sutcliff," he brushed his face with a long black nail, causing Grell to blush.
"Sorry," Sophie apologized, "I just forgot to bring a snack…" Then she swallowed her fourth biscuit, absolutely loving the sweet taste it had.
Grell bite down on his bottom lip, "Sorry sir…" he frowned.
"That's quite alright," he chuckled, walking back over to the coffin and causally sitting down. "Now try again."
Grell let out a groan, trying once again to make a joke. Sophie rolled her eyes, not able to take it anymore. "Grell, hunny…" she said as she set the urn down and made Grell sit down next to the mortician, "you're hurting everyone's head. Let me give this a try." Then she let out a cough, before starting. "This is a joke I recently heard at a local pub –"
"You went to a pub! You? When?" Grell stood up in furry.
"Now Mr. Sutcliff, sit down…" the mortician mused as Grell let out a huff.
Sophie smiled, and then continued on. "So he told me, 'The saying is to getting rid of a flu is this: Make sure you get your daily dose of fruits and veggies. Take your vitamins and bump up your vitamin C. Get plenty of exercise because exercise helps build your immune system. Walk for at least an hour a day, go for a swim, take the stairs instead of the elevator, etc. Wash your hands often. If you can't wash them,
keep a bottle of antibacterial stuff around. Get lots of fresh air. Open doors and windows whenever possible. Try to eliminate as much stress from your life as you can. Finally, get plenty of rest. OR…'" she paused, staring them down. "Or another way in taking the doctor's approach, think about it like this… When you go for a shot, what do they do first? They clean your arm with alcohol... and why is that? Because alcohol KILLS GERMS. So... so the man said, 'I walk to the liquor store, for the exercise. I put lime in my Corona, for the fruit. I add celery in my Bloody Mary, for those veggies. I drink outdoors on the bar patio, for some fresh air. I tell jokes and laugh, to eliminate stress. And then I pass out, which means I rest. The way I see it is ... If you keep your alcohol levels up, flu germs can't get you!'" she exclaimed. They looked over at the mortician, who began to burst out laughing. Grell almost fell out of his seat in shock. "Oh I'm not done yet," she deviously smiled.
"You're not?" Grell said, hiding behind the coffin.
"Well you see, he said something else, 'My grandmother always said, 'A shot in the glass
is better than one in the ass!''" she smiled triumphantly, and then scratched the back of her head. "It's not a good one. I didn't come up with it or anything, but does that suffuse?"
The mortician kept laughing, holding his sides. Grell giggled and grabbed Sophie in a hug. "I think it does!" he smiled, "but such an unseemly thing for a young lady to say~~" he frowned.
Sophie smirked, "Well…" she began to say, but looked away, swinging her hips back and forth awkwardly. "L-lady?..." Grell looked at her suspiciously, as her cheeks began to show a hint of red. "Anyways!" she exclaimed, shaking her head, "Can you get your information now? I'm getting tired." She let out a frustrated sigh, looking rather bored at her mentor.
They both glanced at the mortician on the ground, whose laughing had settled down to frequent giggles. "Oh that was delightful, dear," he giggled, circling around them and grabbing Sophie by the shoulder. He inched towards her face, a devious smile on his face, "You seem to be quite a natural."
"Y-yeah…" she meekly smiled as she felt herself blushing. His face was too close to hers for comfort, but yet she couldn't stop blushing.
Grell looked at the both of them, anger surfacing on his face. Then he snarled, pulling Sophie away from him and putting her behind his back. She blinked in confusion, not used to Grell being so protective of her. "Are you done yet? I'd like to get on my way," he snarled.
"Oh I see~" he giggled as Sophie looked at the two of them confused. "I guess I can't keep the two of you waiting. Come over here please." He said, ushering them over to a coffin lying on the other side of the room. "This is one of my latest… visitors~~" he giggled, lifting the coffin lid and setting it against the wall.
Grell let out a shriek, shielding his eyes from the body, but Sophie just stared at it, somewhat intrigued. The body had been hacked up, but the mortician had sewn him back up. He was a rather young man, wearing a fancy suit and tie. "Hmmmm…" Sophie said, touching the stitching on his neck. "So he got pretty chopped up… by claws?"
"That's correct dear," the mortician chuckled, leaning against the wall. "What else do you see?"
"Well since it's claws, about the size a man, I'd say it was a demon. Also by the aura that was left behind, it seems to be the work of a demon, right Grell?" she asked, looking over at him.
Grell coughed in his sleeve, feeling sick to him stomach, but he nodded. "That's right. We're here investigating a demon spotted in the city making contracts with humans and quickly devouring them without fulfilling the contract."
Sophie frowned at his statement. "Well that isn't good. If you're going to make a contract then you should fulfill it," she shrugged, not caring at all that it was a demon or not. "Is that it with our little investigation? Are we supposed to catch this guy too?"
Grell looked at the mortician suspiciously as he chuckled under his sleeve. "Well… I hope not. I don't want to get my hands dirty with demon blood," he gagged.
Sophie frowned, "I don't see why demons are so evil to you reapers. It's 'demons are bad' and 'demons can't be trusted.' I'll have you know there are some actual trustworthy ones out there," she huffed.
"What's with that attitude?" Grell huffed back. "And they are filthy creatures –"
"Nuh-huh," she shook her head, crossing her arms. "Have you ever met one? Actually have a conversation with a demon? No, that's what I thought. The only reason to hate a demon is because they steal human souls, but that's it. If it wasn't for that, then they are demons out there who are nice and who are mean, just like us." Then she let out a sigh, rubbing her forehead, "Sorry…" she frowned to herself, noticing her outburst.
"Don't worry about it," the mortician said, closing the coffin, "it was very entertaining, heh heh~~" he chuckled.
"Yeah, well we should get going, right Grell?" Sophie said, giving him a weary smile.
He looked at the mortician, then back at Sophie. Then he let out a defeated sigh, "Whatever…" he grumbled to himself.
Sophie smiled happily as they began to leave, "Do come back for some tea ~" the mortician chuckled.
As Grell walked out, Sophie poked her head back in. "Tea? Would you serve those delicious biscuits with that tea?"
"But of course~" he chuckled, amused by her sudden appearance.
Then Sophie giggled back, "Great! Perhaps I'll find time then… oh and by the way, you should probably stitch that guy back up around his sternocleidomastoid muscle. There seems to be some goo coming out of that." The mortician looked at her shocked as she just giggled, closing the door behind her. Then she ran back to Grell, who looked irritated. "Is something wrong?" Sophie asked with a pout on her face.
"You know who what was right?" he grumbled to himself.
Sophie looked at him confused, "… n-no. Who was he? I was meaning to ask you that."
"TheUndertaker of course." Then Grell shuddered to himself, "they say he's a reaper, but has recently retired from duty. Instead of taking a peaceful retirement to some tropical place, he's busy making coffins and burying the dead! Doesn't that sound creepy?" he practically shrieked. Sophie giggled, and then laughed. Grell looked at her confused, "What's so funny?"
"I don't see what's creepy about that. Our job is to kill people and a mortician's job is to clean them up and bury them. To me, that job isn't too far away from this one…" Then she giggled, "Though the name Undertaker should spell it out for you that he's a mortician. I think I'd be a fun job," she shrugged, walking faster than Grell.
His mouth dropped in shock as he walked faster to catch up with her. "Well I prefer seeing crimsonred~~" Grell giggled to himself.
Sophie giggled, "How am I not surprised?" she smiled, casually walking down the street towards the shinigami realm.
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A/N: Now the Undertaker is back. WOOT! I don't know how long I'll write on this arc… but it'll be a while. I don't know how I'll write the next chapter, but I'll figure it out (if you have any ideas don't be afraid to comment!). Anyways, yeah do you guys want a Halloween special? If not, then their Halloween thing will come later in the story, but I figured I'd do it now since its Halloween. Should I? It'll be written eventually, but I'm just asking. Though I wonder if I'm writing Grell correctly… I'm feeling that I'm not getting his Grelliness, you know?
Now to go… see you next time! If I don't have another one up by Halloween, have a great Halloween! Go to some haunted houses and get scared! I know I had some fun doing that X3
Joke – "How to treat the flu" (found online X3)
Make sure you get your daily dose of fruits and veggies.
Take your vitamins and bump up your vitamin C.
Get plenty of exercise because exercise helps build your immune system.
Walk for at least an hour a day, go for a swim, take the stairs instead of the elevator, etc.
Wash your hands often. If you can't wash them,
keep a bottle of antibacterial stuff around.
Get lots of fresh air. Open doors and windows whenever possible.
Try to eliminate as much stress from your life as you can.
Get plenty of rest.
OR
Take the doctor's approach. Think about it...
When you go for a shot, what do they do first?
They Clean your arm with alcohol...
Why?
Because Alcohol KILLS GERMS.
So...
I walk to the liquor store. (exercise)
I put lime in my Corona ...(fruit)
Celery in my Bloody Mary (veggies)
Drink outdoors on the bar patio..(fresh air)
Tell jokes, laugh...(eliminate stress)
Then pass out. (rest)
The way I see it...
If you keep your alcohol levels up, flu germs can't get you!
My grandmother always said, "A shot in the glass
is better than one in the ass!"