Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: So for a fair warning I may have sped this chapter up a little. Instead of holding a lot of suspense for the next chapter… well you'll just see for yourself ^^ I just want to get to other things you see. (There. Done, with explanation XD) Anyways, I hope you guys like this next chapter! ENJOY!
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"Humm dumm baumm bummm ummm…" Sophie hummed to herself as she slipped her black gloves on her hands and tied her sword around her waist. Then she tied her black cape around her neck, checking herself in the mirror before looking over at her trunk. She sighed, "Geeze… I never have time to send you to the Undertaker huh?" she chuckled as she tapped her hand on the top of the footlocker before closing it and locking it shut. Making sure her auburn hair was brushed, neat, and braided to keep her hair out of her eyes, Sophie walked out of her dark and empty room and locked the door behind her. Then she twirled the keys on her finger as she whistled and walked down the hallway.
Once she made her way down to the main lobby a few shinigamis stopped, looking at her attire as her boots clanked across the floor. Alex and Lewis were talking to each other as Sophie turned around the corner, Lewis letting out a whistle and getting a swift slap in the head by Sophie's hand. "You look hot as always Boss," Alex winked.
"You think?" she shrugged, ignoring Lewis' sharp curse as she looked over her outfit. "I guess… as these modern outfits go. If it wasn't for the fact that today's dresses are poufy and large I wouldn't be wearing this outfit, but no bother. As long as I look acceptable and proper I guess it doesn't matter… Lewis stop looking at me like that," she snarled, "unless you want your head chopped up and thrown into a vat of mince meat pie."
"S-sorry Boss!" Lewis huffed. "Just… wow! You're not wearing your hat?"
"Can't. Not part of the outfit," she shrugged. "Plus I need to wear my hood over my face… that's what makes me myself after all. Oh Mr. Rein!" Sophie called, Edward looking over and stopping slightly as he was handing his papers to the receptionist. "Come over here. I need you to do something for me."
"B-boss…" Edward paused, walking over to them and stumbling slightly as he let out a cough. "I mean… Serbus how are you?"
Sophie narrowed her eyes, "Don't you start calling me by that name. Now can you do me a favor, since I sewed you back up and everything…"
"Yes Boss," Edward chuckled.
"Good," Sophie nodded. "Mr. Agon you will be filling in for my jobs today. Assign everyone accordingly. Herman you will go help Rein carry my footlocker to this address," she said as she pulled out a small folded up piece of paper from her pocket. "Edward doesn't seem to have healed completely yet, but I need this taken care of. Also, when you get there give the owner this letter," she said as she gave Edward the papers in her hand, "because he deserves an explanation for my absence. Now I have to be off! Don't mess everything up while I'm gone."
"Yes Boss!" they said with a slight salute.
Sophie chuckled and shocked her head as she walked out the front door, leaving the three of them to ponder over their responsibilities. "You two get going," Alex said roughly. "Return here by ten o'clock, sharp. We have several things we have to get done today before the day is through."
"Yes sir!" Lewis and Edward said, taking off in the opposite direction then Alex.
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"I thought we are here to discuss business, not so you can show off your sons," Sophie grumbled under her breath as she glared at the older men.
"Well… I always thought, before going over business, that we have some fun," one of them chuckled.
"Of course you would think that Bedřich," another one of them rolled their eyes.
"But you brought your sons too Raimondas," the last one chuckled.
"You all did!" Sophie snarled, "and honestly I will leave if we don't get to the reason I came all this way in the first place. Ari… you are the host. Please begin."
"Yes Serbus," he bowed, walking over to his family and showing each and every one of them to Sophie.
She didn't look interested, narrowing her eyes at them and causing a few of them to flinch back. "You have no girls?" she asked in a polite manner.
"W-why yes I do –"
"Then introduce them too. If you are going to be showing me your family~ then show me the women also," Sophie sighed, the other two snickering. She shot them a stern glance and they quickly hushed. The room began to develop tension with how Sophie was treating with the situation.
"O-of course…" the head of the Ari household chuckled to himself. "These are my daughters, Sandra and Nicole."
"Who's the eldest?" Sophie asked them.
"I am," the taller of the girls stood forward. "My name is Sandra Ari from Stockholm, Sweden. I am two hundred and –"
"You don't have to tell me your age," Sophie smirked. "A young lady~ doesn't have to tell anyone how old she is, right Sandra?"
"R-right Serbus," she bowed and stepped back.
Sophie nodded and walked past them, walking over to Bedřich and Raimondas. "You two only have your sons also, don't you?"
"W-why –"
"Then I think the introductions are done –"
"Excuse me," said a young boy as he stood forward. "I only want to say that I am sorry about my father. He can be very dense at times and only think of himself. I know who you are and I think that you shouldn't have to choose from my brothers. I actually like that you are the new head of the Serbus family. Your older brother can be rather –"
"Paul that is enough out of you –"
"Pax," Sophie held her hand up. Everyone else held their tongue, though the two other women in the room were watching Sophie with awe on their faces. The little boy gulped, watching as Sophie knelt down to his level and gave him a slight smile. "Thank you for telling me this, but I already know why your father is trying to show me your brothers. Now what is your name little one?"
"P-paul…" he gulped, "P-aul –"
"You seemed to have more confidence before," Sophie huffed in disappointment. "Perhaps I was wrong in talking to yo –"
"My name is Paul Raimondas!" he yelped. "I am the youngest of thirteen siblings, I come from Kaunas, Lithuania, and I am twenty… I mean I'm Paul," he chuckled lightly.
"Hello Paul," Sophie smiled as she shook his smaller hand. "My name is Sophia Serbus, but I prefer to be called Sophie by my close friends. I come from London, England and I'm about… thirty five now?" she thought to herself. "Well no matter. I hope we become close friends Paul."
"T-thank you Serbu – I mean… Sophia," he chuckled happily as he let go of her hand.
"Sophie is fine," she smiled. "Now," Sophie said as she raised her tone again, getting the attention of everyone in the room, "can we get to our business now?"
"Y-yes," Ari coughed. "Let's go into the parlor room. The children can play outside until it is lunchtime."
"Great. Let's go," Sophie nodded, following behind one of the butlers as they lead them through the house. As the head of the Raimondas family walked by Paul his father gave him a firm slap on the head, walking past him and following behind the other three Gods of Death.
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"I don't see why a place would be called Undertaker," Edward shrugged as he stared at the paper in his hand.
"It's obviously a mortuary," Lewis laughed as he adjusted the footlocker on his back. "I overhead one of Sophie and Alex's conversations about this shinigami called the Undertaker. Apparently she knows him… or maybe he knows her?"
"Whatever. The faster I get this debt repaid the faster I can get back to my unit," Edward sighed. Lewis just shook his head, the two of them standing in front of an old door and slowly turning the doorknob. "U-undertaker?" he called into the room, "Or whoever you are… Mrs. Serbus wanted us to bring this –"
"It's Sophie you nitwit!" Lewis groaned as he brought the footlocker through the door and looked around the room. "Dang… I can see why the Boss is a bit strange…"
"Why? This place? She has always been strange Lewis," Edward shook his head. Lewis grumbled with Edward's comment and shook his head, "What? What's with that look?"
"Oh nothing," Lewis sighed, "you're calling the Boss crazy and I suddenly feel the need to punch out your teeth."
"Hey!" Edward grumbled. "For one thing I did not call her crazy I said strange. Second –"
"He~heh," they heard behind them, causing Edward and Lewis to jump back. "Two shinigamis at my shop today? Do the two of you want to see how it fee~ls to sleep in my custom-made coffins?"
They watched as a black cloaked man with a top hat skipped towards them, poking Edward in the cheek as he tried to push him away. "Yep, so you know the Boss lady?" Lewis asked, causing the man to stop poking Edward and skip over to Lewis.
"And who is this Boss~~ lady you speak of, hmmm~?" he giggled into his sleeve and loomed over Lewis.
"Sophia Serbus mister," Lewis told him calmly, "and she wanted us to bring you her footlocker. The Boss has been awfully busy and didn't have time to do it herself. We also have a letter for you."
"Y-yea," Edward said as he took the paper from his coat and handed it to the Undertaker. The Undertaker grabbed the paper and looked it over, reading it as Edward eyed him suspiciously. "Why the hell would a sexy young God of Death like Sophia want to know an old geezer like you?" he huffed.
"Edward!" Lewis yelled. "What's with that attitude? You see this is why Sophie had you on her list in the first place!"
"Well I'm sorry if I'm bitter right now!" Edward huffed. "I just want to get home, alright? Plus I still feel like crap after –"
"Hah! At least you have your heart back! If I was Sophie I would have just kept it and turned it into stew," Lewis smirked. "Anyways, you're being mean. I think you should –"
"Now, now little ones," the Undertaker chuckled, "you two seem to be stressed. Would you like a cup of tea~?"
"Sure –"
"We have to be back by ten Lewis," Edward grumbled.
"Don't be like that!" Lewis huffed. "Besides, Alex will understand. Now let's just relax for a while… come on now! I took a long boat ride and now I have to work. Give me some time to relax man! Yesh!"
"… Fine, but if we're here for a long time then I'm just going to leave you," Edward huffed as he looked around the room. "Now where do you have the chairs?"
"Right~ here~~" the Undertaker giggled as he pointed to the coffins. He chuckled at the faces the younger shinigamis made as he skipped into the back and grabbed a pot of tea and beakers for the three of them. Once he walked back in the two of them were sitting on the coffins, glaring at each other about to rip each other's heads off. "For your questions," he said as he handed the beakers to the two of them, "it will co~st you~"
"Like what?" Edward grumbled. "If you're anything like Sophie you'll want candy or something like that. So? Bring it."
"… Would this be jokes?" Lewis asked, "Because I know a few that have made Sophie laugh. I still have some coffee from America and vodka also. Oh! And Lemon heads. Sophie lov~es those."
"What is it with you?" Edward huffed. "Collecting items for trade with our own Boss? Is everyone around here psycho or something?"
"Yep!" Lewis laughed. "Why? Rather be a demon? You can still back out you know."
"… Shut it Lewis," Edward snarled.
"So sir, what are you asking exactly?" Lewis turned back and looked at him.
The Undertaker just sat there thinking to himself. "Hmmm… all of the above sounds reasonable. This is ve~ry juicy~ information."
"Sure," Lewis said as he took out his bag and set out some hard candies, a small bag of coffee, and vodka. "Oh and while I'm here would you like me to put the footlocker somewhere?"
"Just set it over by those coffins and out of the way," the Undertaker said as he popped open the vodka bottle and poured it into Edward's drink first. "Now Young~ Re~in," he said as he filled his beaker to the brim with vodka, "I want y~ou to tell me the joke."
"M-me?" Edward huffed. "Wait, how do you know my last name?"
"Wouldn't it be better to tell me your joke fir~st before asking another question, hmmm~?"
Edward sighed, "Alright. Let me just think…"
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"What fools," Sophie grumbled to herself as she trudged up the stairs and making her way to the E level. She lifted off her hood and scratched her hair, taking the braids out, rustling it up, and brushing the dust out of her hair. "Oh hi Alan," she smiled as she went over to her desk to grab a few things. "Where is everyone?"
"Missions," he sighed, "but day after day I'm told to stay here most of the time. It's getting to be a bother… hey what's with the outfit?"
"This?" she asked as she twirled with her black cloak circling around her. "I just had a meeting with a few people I know," she shrugged. Sophie looked over and noticed a small leather bag, "What's that?" she pointed to the bag hidden under his desk.
"This?" Alan asked as he took the bag out. "Oh! It's nothing… just something I was given earlier."
"Uh huh…" Sophie paused, grabbing the things she needed from her desk and walking over to him. "You know those pills are only demos."
"I was told," Alan answered. Then he realized what she said and looked over at her with shock, "and how do you know that?"
Sophie only turned around and gave him a wave, walking up the stairs and to Alex's office. "Hey Alex, how was today?" she sighed as she slammed open his door and flopped over on his couch.
"Not bad," he shrugged, "but Edward and Lewis haven't returned yet."
"Oh?" Sophie thought, before chuckling heavily. "Must be Undertaker again…"
"Ah," Alex nodded. "Didn't think of that… so how are you?"
"Horrible," she grumbled, "those jerks. They started off introducing me to their sons, sons! Then after a bunch of babble about how great their families are we finally got around to talking about the demons."
"So what is it?" Alex asked.
"Well…" Sophie began as she sat up and took out her flask, "They are all following this person who calls himself the Earthborn. They believe he's located in London. He has several legendary demons, angels, and the like who are following him, but no one really knows why. They told tell me that they were bad souls, or souls that were on the verge of turning bad. Also, this Earthborn person is talking about a new world order… whatever that means – bla!" she spat out her drink and set the flask aside in disgust. "I'm going to have to grab a beer!… Anyways that's all they could tell me. There are several big groups in lead with this Earthborn leader, but I have a feeling that if I report this then whoever it is will hush the investigation." She stood up and scratched the back of her head as she paced back and forth. "They say he is a shinigami. Not a God of Death, but just a shinigami. Whoever this is probably has a great influence… I'm wondering about this."
"Hmm…" Alex thought as he stood up, "I see… talk to Jericho about this. Also take this." He threw her a beer from behind his desk and Sophie caught it with ease. "I don't want you wandering into a pub alone, again."
"Heh thanks," she nodded to him, twisting the cap off and drinking some of the beer down before the bottle disappeared in her black haze. "Alright I'll go to Jericho… again," she sighed, "Hey where's Ben?"
"Out reaping," Alex sighed, "and no one else is here. Why?"
"No reason," she shrugged, "just had something to ask him… Alright I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to turn in for the night."
"Good night," Alex waved to her as she closed the door behind her, placing her hood back over her face and walking down the hallway.
Sophie smirked to herself as she thought to herself. The only reason why Jericho's office was close to Alex's office was because this was their Special Operations level. She found it ridiculous that they only had one level for the whole department. She will have to change that later… once everything is settled down, of course. She knocked on his door and walked in, noticing that Jericho had fallen asleep at his desk. She chuckled and slammed the door shut, startling him and waking him up. "Wakie, wakie Mr. Director," she grinned as she walked back into the room.
"Sophia?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes. "I mean… Serbus hello," he finished sternly as he lifted his head off of his desk and yawned.
"Enough chit chat," she sighed as she walked up to his desk, "this is important."
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After explaining to Jericho about the situation he sat back in his chair and thought to himself. "A shinigami? This will be difficult then."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Sophie nodded, "and for him to have this mass amount of power –"
"Means he must be part of the council?" Jericho asked.
"Exactly," she nodded, chuckling lightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "So what should we do? Should I report this or keep it hushed here in the shinigami realm?"
"I would say keep it hush, but I'm not the director here so I don't have a say in your decision," he shrugged as he sat up in his seat.
"Yeah… I'll just give them some bull crap and perhaps they'll be happy," Sophie laughed to herself, getting a chuckle out of Jericho. "Well I need to get going. Good luck –"
"Sophie… can I say something to you?" he asked and stood up. Sophie eyed him as he walked around his desk and over to where she was standing. "Look… how many times do I have to apologize? A million?"
"A million and one if you must know," she sighed. "I wish things could be better between us but –"
"Why can't it? What's stopping us?" Jericho asked, gently grabbing her hand.
Sophie narrowed her eyes at him and pulled her hand away, causing him to frown. "My family, your family, the Gods of Death, and everyone for that matter. Plus… what you did…"
"I am trying to explain –"
"I am sorry but until I can accept it in my heart I cannot let you back in Jericho," she grumbled, pushing away from him and walking over to the door. "Sorry… but I will not make the same mistake and open my heart back up till I know you will keep your promises with me. Now goodbye Shezmu," she huffed, slamming the door behind her.
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"Great as always!" Anne laughed as she ate the food set in front of her by Grell. "And you say you can't cook… Athena you know how to cook! Better then Grell over there."
"S-sorry madam," Grell pouted.
"Thank you ma'am," Sophie smiled as she walked into the room with a neat and tidy outfit that was similar to Grell's butler outfit. "The desert is sitting on the counter for you, but now I must be off –"
"Now hold it!" Anne huffed. "There is something I need to ask you… Athena please sit down."
Sophie blinked in confusion and sat across from her, looking over at the wall nervously and trying to avoid eye contact. "Y-yes… ma'am?"
"… Why are you here Athena?" Anne narrowed her red eyes at her.
"Huh?" Sophie asked, trying to hold up her illusion from them. "Whatever are you talking about ma'a –"
"Don't try to trick me Athena or is that even your real name," she hissed at her.
Then Sophie narrowed her eyes, letting out a sigh of defeat. "Fine… you caught me… but first can you have Mr. Sutcliff sit down first?"
"Grell," Anne snapped her fingers. The butler nodded with a smile and sat down next to his mistress.
"And lose the act already," Sophie huffed, "because I'm tired of hearing that whine of yours."
"What act?" Grell asked, tilting his head to the side.
"… Before I answer your questions, do you know what Grell Sutcliff is?" Sophie asked as she had her hands crossed over her chest.
"Why yes my butle –"
"No," Sophie shook her head, "don't lie. Does she know Mr. Sutcliff?"
"Ummm… why she –"
"Yes I do," Anne huffed. "I know he is a grim reaper. Why? Is that what you are here for?"
Sophie grinned, "Good I don't have to explain." Then she sighed and sat up a little. "Whatever the two of you are doing the organization, Grell Sutcliff comes from, knows that he is up to something. To explain, these women that you have been having Mr. Sutcliff kill is showing up on our soul lists only seconds before they're dead. Honestly I don't have to tell you this," she continued, "because I am not entitled to, but because I am doing this investigation alone then I want to make sure that you know the consequences for your actions… Mr. Sutcliff."
"… Grell kill her," Anne grumbled under her breath.
"Yes malady~" he giggled, jumping onto the table and pulling out his chainsaw. "I have al~ways wanted to use this!" Grell said as he revved up the engine, "and I will not go down without a fight!"
Grell jumped down and lunged at Sophie. She just sighed, disappearing in a black haze and appearing right behind him. He let out a yelp and fell into her chair, the table being flung towards Anne. Sophie caught it before it hit the human, Grell trying to regain his conscious before lunging at her again. She kicked Grell in the stomach and he went flying; Sophie disappeared in the black haze and appeared right before he fell through the wall. She whipped out her one of her black guns and aimed it at Grell's head, snatching his death scythe with the other. "My~ my~ you're going to be in deep trouble, Mr. Sutcliff, if I report you for using an illegal death scythe."
"Now wait a second –"
"Grell Sutcliff hush," Sophie growled at him, still holding the gun to his head. "If I pull this trigger your cells will be unable to regenerate fast enough and you will be dead. Do you want that, hmmm~?" Grell slowly stopped squirming, staring at her with anger in his double-iris green eyes behind his messy brown hair. "Now Madame Red… I do not know why the two of you are doing these things, but I want an explanation. Depending on what you say I may spare this little shinigami here."
Grell growled, "Who are you anyways? I'm not going to go quietly for some sleazy woman like yourself!"
Sophie smirked, "If you stop squirming them maybe I'll show you… alright Gr~ell?" Grell just narrowed his eyes, still trying to get free. "Fine," Sophie huffed, "I was trying to be nice to you, since you were my mentor and everything, but if you are going to be difficult then I'll have to kill you –"
"W-what mentor!" Grell huffed. "I would not train an uncivilized woman who kicks women through walls and aims guns at their heads!"
Sophie narrowed her eyes before she let a sigh escape her lips. She ran her hands through her hair, the black color in her hair quickly turning to their normal auburn red color. Grell paused, looking up at the crystal blue and shinigami green eyes behind her hair. "There. Better? Can you cooperate now?"
"… Who is this Grell?" Anne said as she began to come closer with a knife held behind her back.
"If you don't sit down and put that butter knife down then there won't be any time to tell you, right?" Sophie smirked.
"Okay Sophie you win…" Grell sighed in defeat. Sophie smirked and put her gun away, helping Grell off of the ground as she turned off the chainsaw in her hand. "What is going to happen to me?"
"Nothing if you explain," Sophie smirked. "How about you get the desert and we'll sit down and talk it over like civilized beings?... If it's okay with Mrs. Angelina."
"… You're not going to kill us are you?" she asked.
"Nope," Sophie smirked, "I'm only here to investigate. Now can we…"
"Tell me your name first," Anne huffed.
"Sophia Serbus," she said with a slight bow. "I'm thirty five years old, but I died when I was seventeen… Nothing? No? You still don't remember me? Well that doesn't matter." She shrugged and scratched the back of her head. "Honestly I found this very fun. Sorry if I couldn't stay around as much as I would like, but I had other things to do –"
"Anne! Sophie! I have the cake!" Grell giggled, wearing his red hair down as he set the cake before them and cut up three pieces. "… You know you can get in the same amount of trouble if you help me –"
"If there is a logical explanation then I can keep this hushed up," Sophie said simply, grabbing a plate with a slice of cake on it and a fork before proceeding to sit down next to the chair that Grell broke when he fell on it.
Anne kept glaring at her, feeling very uneasy about this situation, and sat down in the seat she had been sitting in before. "So Mrs. Serbus… why are you here and why do you know me?"
"Since you're giving me chocolate cake I think I can comply in telling you about the situation," Sophie grinned, waiting for Grell to sit down before she explained. "You see Anne; I am the director of a department that call ourselves the Paranormal Operations. We specialize in many things, but investigating situations like these is one of the things our department has to do for shinigamis," she shrugged as she poured herself a cup of tea and began to drink it. "Grell is actually luckily. If it had been someone else he would have been detained and perhaps fired for the rules he has broken. Tampering with the soul list and modifying your death scythe without the proper procedures is a big no-no for us. I took the job rather personally because Grell Sutcliff was my mentor a few years back and I know this is because of more… person~al reasons. Right Grell?"
"… Sophie are you going to report me?" Grell asked as he wiped the chocolate from his face and tried to avoid her implied question.
"If you give me a good reason I won't," Sophie shrugged. "Innocent until proven guilty, but I guess here it's guilty until proven innocent. If you can tell me why with good reasons I won't have to demote you," she grinned, "but do understand Grell that this is luck on your part. If this was someone else working on this investigation then you would just be condemned… so? Do tell," she smiled.
"Okay," Grell sighed, "You see –"
"Now wait a moment!" Anne huffed. "Don't tell her! I can't even trust her and you're going to give her a reason why –"
"Anne, she is a friend I can trust," he said calmly, and then he grinned, "and you met her already. Plus I think I owe her an explanation. You don't want me to suddenly leave you, do~ you~?"
Sophie smiled, "I understand your hesitation. If you didn't know that Grell was a shinigami then I would only be dealing with Grell alone… but now I have two problems, Grell and you. A human shouldn't know about our identities and I need to deal with you as well as Grell. I'm debating how I'm going to do that, but if you can convince me a good reason then you won't be harmed."
"I see…" Anne grumbled.
"So let me tell you!" Grell jumped up to grab another slice of cake. "But after could you tell me about your undercover name? I've been wondering about it for quite some time."
"Okay," Sophie chuckled, "but let us get through this first."
Grell nodded and sat down. "I met Angelina when I was told to reap a soul of a young woman. How she killed her… oh it still makes me flutter just thinking about it!" He huffed, "and why? That woman was a prostitute. Oh how I hate those disgusting humans," he grumbled.
"Our reasons for killing them are because…" Anne paused, "because they are women who would throw an important part of themselves away: the ability to give birth to children. I lost my dream to have children because I had to abort my child after an accident and lost my womb with it… and I also lost my husband," she continued, "and –"
"For myself, you already know," Grell winked.
"Yes… well," Anne continued, "they are women on my list that I had to provide surgery on to remove their babies and…"
"Okay I understand Mrs. Durless," Sophie smiled. "You don't have to continue… Look," she sighed, "a human has the right to choose what they will and will not do in their lifetime. Grell, it was irresponsible for you to put yourself with this human –"
"But –"
"But," Sophie interrupted him, "shinigamis are not responsible for these things. We are made only to reap souls. The fact that you are reaping souls that are not to be killed cannot go unpunished. Because of you involvement with Anne is why you are being investigated in the first place. Plus, now that I know you're using an illegal death scythe that will also be on the list." Then she sighed again, "With evaluation, Grell Sutcliff you would probably be condemned, demoted, and worse would be sentenced to be destroyed. This is my investigation report," Sophie explained. "Okay right? Well I can do more," she grinned. "All of these reports go through me since I am the director, and an execution is rather severe for a small crime like this. After hearing why you did what you did… I can make the punishment less severe for you, but that death scythe is still illegal."
"Don't take away my chainsaw!" Grell groaned, "It took me for~ever to make it! You can't –"
"Actually I can," Sophie smirked, "but I don't know… so I'm guessing you are the one who keeps requesting for chainsaws to become a standard death scythe?"
"Yes but –"
"I just don't see it," Sophie shrugged and sat back, "because we are supposed to be silent~ killers~~. Meh, maybe you can convince me later, but right now this is about you."
"… Fine," Grell huffed, "so what are you going to do now?"
"Nothing," she shrugged again, a beer bottle appearing in her hand as she drank it down slowly.
"Nothing?" Grell and Anne said at the same time.
"Yeah," she continued as she put her bottle away, "because I see no reason to. Right now the whole division is in an uproar over something else, so this little killing spree you're doing can be hushed up if you stop now. I'll leave that decision to you. After my investigations then this may fall upon someone else. I can be tough, but also merciful." Then Sophie stood up and sighed, "Look Grell, if you stop now and retire the illegal death scythe I can look the other way. If this continues then I don't know what will happen… plus I know why you're doing this and you should tell William about this."
"William!" Grell huffed, "But –"
"Now if you'll excuse me I need to get going," Sophie sighed as she looked at her pocket watch, "because I need to get home and sleep for the day. Good day –"
"Why don't you sleep here Mrs. Serbus?" Anne asked, causing Grell and Sophie to look over at her with shock. "You seem to be tired and I know how Grell can be infuriating sometimes."
"Hey!" Grell growled.
Sophie chuckled. "Well that's a nice offer, but –"
"That's a command," Anne huffed. "If you are going to work here and watch Grell you will need to obey my rules, got that Mrs. Ernest?"
"Y-yeah… thank you miss," Sophie rubbed the back of her head and chuckled. "I'll be honest, it's fun to hang out here … it's very relaxing compared to the office."
"Great!" Anne smiled, "Then you can stay here for the night and we'll talk more later."
"I'll clean the place first," Sophie said, "because I can't stand for a nice place like this to have a broken chair and smashed wall."
"Of course," Anne smiled as she stood up, "and I'll head to bed. Grell help your director with this."
"Sure?" Grell responded, confused with her sudden change of attitude. Anne nodded to them and left, leaving Sophie and Grell in the room.
Sophie chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry about the sneaking around, but its part of the job –"
"I'm just glad you're not going to kill me," Grell chuckled back as he picked everything up and set it aside. "Just… why?"
"It's what I do," Sophie smirked. "I will do what is necessary to condemn a soul rightfully and truthfully in the way I see fit. For you I see no need to condemn you because you're still working over some stuff right now. It's not right to condemn a being if they don't know what they are doing wrong. I see your intentions… I know why Grell. As of now, I'll wait. Plus I find this a lot more fun than some other jobs I've had pervious," she chuckled to herself as she finished off her bottle of beer. "Of course… do you like me being here? Someone has to keep an eye on you anyways so –"
"Nah it is fine. I'd rather have it be you anyways," Grell grinned. "Say I'll let you go to sleep and I'll clean up around here."
"… I can't do that Grell," she huffed, "because I need to keep an eye on you."
"Fine," he sighed, "but let's does this quick. I want my beauty rest," he yawned.
"Alright," Sophie chuckled; repairing the wall and chair with her black haze till it was nice and perfect.
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"Wow Edward you're wasted," Lewis laughed as Edward almost fell off of the coffin he was sitting on.
"Oh pick~le bre~ath!" Edward snorted. "You are all homo~sapien bl~oooodless~ soul suckers!" After saying that Edward fell off of the coffin he was sitting on and slammed his head into another, knocking himself out cold.
"Edward?" Lewis asked, leaning over his own coffin and looking over at him as he slept peacefully on the floor. "Wow… only three glasses too," he chuckled as he set the beaker next to him and looked over at the Undertaker, who was laughing his head off at the spectacle. "Well you have your joke. What's the big secret?"
"Since the two of you have been deli~~cious-ly entertaining, I guess I can answer your questions," the Undertaker giggled into his sleeve as he set his beaker down next to the coffin he was sitting on. "The reason why I know the little maiden is… why she's my daughter," he grinned, laughing hysterically as Lewis' mouth dropped, "and no; she is not the fruit of my loins, but I still love her to pieces."
"Sophie… really?" Lewis chuckled to himself as he swirled the contents in the beaker around before gulping it down. "No wonder she's weird, but then again everyone is weird. True madness can be genuinely genius."
"Ahh~h, but you assume that the little maiden is mad because of me, hmmm~" the Undertaker smirked.
"W-why no sir," Lewis shrugged, "but I was merely stating an observation. Nothing more."
The Undertaker giggled before he calmed down and decided to bring up pleasant conversation with the young shinigami. "How is the little maiden doing these days?"
"Well… honestly better then what I knew of," Lewis chuckled, "but not the best. The Boss seems to be overly stressed about something other than work, but perhaps it's over something that is important. Honestly I don't care, but I want to try to keep her happy as long as possible. She deserves it," he sighed. "It's been nice talking with you. We better get going, but maybe we'll meet up again?"
"Perhaps," the Undertaker nodded with a disappointed sigh, "but your friend seems to need some assistance home," he giggled.
"Yeah I know," Lewis grumbled looking at his watch. "Better just bring him home. It's dark! Good night Mr. Undertaker –"
"You may call me plain old Undertaker, young lad," the Undertaker giggled into his sleeve.
"Okay," Lewis smirked, "Plain Old Undertaker. See you later," he chuckled, grabbing Edward off of the floor and pulling him out the front door and down the street.
The Undertaker continued to giggle, amused with the young shinigami he had just met. "Lewis Herman huh?" Then he took out the letter from under his sleeve and reviewed it over. "Just when~ are you coming?" he wondered to himself as he jumped up and began to tidy up his supplies so he would go to sleep. "Though I won't complain my lit~tle guest~" he giggled as he poked a dead body in the cheek, "for I had a few live guests today that were a load of fun! I wonder if more will come… Good night little guest. I hope your dreams are filled with wonder and excitement," he chuckled as he closed the lid on the coffin and skipped into the back.
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Sophie whimpered to herself, tossing and turning in the bed Anne was letting her sleep in. Suddenly she gasped, Sophie's eyes opening up in dread as she looked around the room and then at her hands. She let out a tired sigh and slumped back onto the bed, looking up to the dark ceiling and unable to get back to sleep. "Are you okay?" she heard a voice from outside.
"No Grell," Sophie sighed as she continued to look up to the ceiling, "not at all… Did I disturb you?"
"No," he said as he sluggishly walked into the room. "Well… may~be, but I'm worried. Have you been having nightmares this whole time?"
"… Can we talk about this later? I'm trying to sleep," Sophie grumbled as she tossed her body the other way and turned her back on him.
"Fine, in the morning," Grell grumbled.
Then he slyly smirked, jumping right into bed with Sophie and making her squeak in surprise. "Grell! What tha –"
"We'll talk in the morning~" he giggled, wrapping his arms around her and brushing a comforting hand through her hair. "Now sleep…"
"Grrr… Fine," Sophie grumbled as she curled up into the sheets, "… you still like men right? You're not bi or something are you?"
Grell just chuckled to himself softly, feeling tired after being kept up with Sophie's whimpers all night. "Sleep will you? I need my beauty rest." Sophie just grumbled to herself again and closed her eyes, grabbing hold of Grell's arm around her waist tightly once she figured he had fallen back asleep.
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A/N: There we go! Now you know a bit more about Sophie's situation as a God of Death ^^ Sorry that I don't have a lot to say, but I'm just tired right now. For the next one perhaps? I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Comment if you have questions! =D
Sandra – English – man's defender
Nicole – Greek – people of victory
Paul – Latin – small; humble
pax – Latin – silence