CREDIT TO: JESSE, RAZZEEBERRY, OVERTHELOVEROFYOU
"Lets run tests on her. This is not common at all. We have every reaper in the database and her face does not match any one of them." Said one of the dispatch. The other nodded. But soon, the door opened, revealing a man with a strangely shaped weapon that resembled a garden shear. He looked less then happy about narrowed his brows at the woman on the table, ready to be tested on.
"Has she awoken at all?" He asked the two who were working. They shook their heads, turning some dials. They measured her brainwaves as she was unconscious. They ran some charts, testing sounds near her ear, watching the brain waves going up and down.
"Her brainwaves are completely normal." The table then lifted up, and a red scanner slowly went over her body. ANd once it was done the screen beeped, showing a number. "And the scan shows her body is the appearance of a eighteen year old. Completely healthy." Then, a different scan of light went over her. The color blue.
"And her true age is..." Suddenly, the screen went to black. Sparks then emitted from the scanner. "Shit." The man pushed a red button near by, shutting down all electronics. This was unusual for the electronics to be malfunctioning.
William narrowed his eyes. Something was at work here. "Bring in the psychologist when she wakes up." He said, before leaving the room. This made no sense. How was she not in the database? And why was she so young? She was younger then most shinigami in this realm. He had to put that thought away as he returned to work.
.../\/\/\...
"Hey Elliot! Missed me!" Cooed an excited purple haired Lydia. Said ticked-off brown haired opponent attempted to pin her with kitchen knives, but she spotted them within a mile away, too fast of a moving target.
"Like I said, just because you're a woman doesn't mean I'll go easy," he clarified.
A giggled slipped as she jumped into the air as she avoided his lunge, her ability to dodge his attacks improving. Seeing him as her partner was rather unfortunate seeing as he was an idiotic, sexist prick, but older than her. His eyes narrowed as he shadowed her movements, slamming her in the gut with a powerful kick with blinding speed.
Blood spurted from her mouth, eyes widened at the unexpected attack. Her expectations of her partner shocking the bond as she never knew the capabilities of his brutality.
"Stupid female." He spun in a circle and kicked her in the face, sending her flying to the opposite side of the room. 'Thud!'
Lydia whimpered as she collided with the ground, tears stinging her eyes as she clutched her stomach. Normally reapers didn't show any signs of pain, but fortunately, she recovered quickly as the healing process took over, but still, she sported excruciating pain.
"You can't even take a hit without crying. No wonder you avoid me. If fucking females can't suck up a hit, they shouldn't even bother working in the field," he continued, ranting.
Damaged pride reflected in glaring eyes, boiling rage within the pit of her stomach. As if she would let this slide. She grunted as she stood up and reached into her pocket for a pair of earbuds. Thank God for music in this world.
"What are you up to now?" He scoffed. "No listening to music during practice..." He trailed off as he noticed she disappeared, and before a proper curse could be heard, his face now greeted the floor.
"What were you saying?" She mumbled tauntingly, feigning ignorance.
"S-stupid... B-bitch," he snarled.
Lydia rolled her eyes, accustomed to the abuse, but at least she always wound up victor. He was just an idiot, plain and simple... However, his stubbornness had positive influence on his results. Suddenly she stumbled back, her eyes staring into a void of nothingness, as if undertaking a stroke. Immediately, a voice over the intercom began the procedure.
"Just step back away from her, Elliot, and let it run its course." The outcome now predictable deducing that this was no surprise.
A painful scream that could be comparable to a stab emitted from her spasming form, fallen to its knees as she clutched her ears.
"Why is she even here?" He grumbled.
The reapers stationed at the microphone sighed; this was the norm as expected of all rogues: the fits of painful spasms and falling victim to claimed visions - not that it's uncommon - everyday. The immeasurable pain may as well have equalized to giving birth or burning alive; the anguish undetermined seeing as it overwhelmed said victim, especially the head.
Unfortunately, reapers had no ailments, so no treatments or cures were to be expected; few committed suicide, the majority lost to madness. "Get a doctor up here."
Lydia inwardly took a deep breath from her blood-dripping-nose.
Shock commenced in the atmosphere as observance of a new symptom was detected; loss of blood from the disease?
Unexpectedly, Lydia lost consciousness as her face took homage on the floor, purple hair delicately forming a halo surrounding her body as it settled.
Silence reigned for a moment or two as the reapers thought her possibly dead. Immediately, as if on cue, her eyes snapped open, pushing herself up as she shook her head like a confused kitten before crossing her legs. She looked around before setting her eyes on the two relieved reapers behind the window. "Did I do it again?" She asked sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of her head.
"They don't pay me enough for this job," one complained as the tension evaporated.
Lydia blinked as she felt her nose, pulling away to discover the mysterious substance she'd sported. "I was bleeding? Did Elliot get me again?" She mumbled worriedly, but figured out it was coming from her nose as she swallowed nervously.
"Lydia dear, why don't you go see the doctor?" One suggested.
"Alright." She pushed herself up, nodding, wondering what caused the unusual, but not unexpected, fits of pain that happened twice everyday, something she nor even her doctor could figure out what was wrong or understand it.
.../\/\/\...
"U-uh..." Bright green eyes flashed as My eyelids pulled back. I squinted at the bright lights. Where...Am...I?
The men behind the glass looked up, startled. The female shinigami was waking up. They picked up the phone, trying to ring up the psychologist. But he wasn't answering. The woman slowly sat up, blinking her glowing eyes.
I was a little weakened. I glanced down, noticing a IV fluid in My arm. I looked confusedly at the strange object. Being gentle, I slowly pulled it out, wincing at the pain in my arm. What was that?
"Patient has pulled the fluid out of her arm. Request top psychologist to the testing area immediately. No clear idea if she is hostile." Said the worried reaper on the phone.
"We're sending him down now. Don't speak to her unless she asks." Said the reaper on the other end.
"Agreed."
I blinked a few times, before slowly turning on the table. My legs dangling off. Where was I? Somewhere...Dark...
Unsure of moving, I sat there for a few minutes, trying to remember how I got there. But everything was blank. I just remembered a desert...It was so hot...Blazing...Scorching...
Slowly, I stepped onto the cold floor, my bare feet tensing from it. But it was such a relief. That sand was hot... I then leaned forward, breathing softly. Where was I?
Suddenly, the doors to the room opened, startling Me little. A man in a white coat approached, His eyes that strange shade of green. And he was wearing glasses like the men in the desert. Perhaps this was all related?
"Hello dear, how are you today?" Asked the male, who pulled up a chair right by me. I blinked slowly. "Uh...I'm alright I think. Just confused."
"What are you confused about?" He asked in a tone she didn't quite...agree with. I narrowed My eyes slightly. "The situation I am in. Where am I right now?" I asked.
"You're in the examination room at the Shinigami Dispatch." He explained, writing down on his note pad. I lifted my head slightly. "Shinigami...What is that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This was so weird... The male copied my eyebrow movement, looking at me like I was nuts. "You don't know? Thats what you are. Thats what we all are." He said, writing more hastily on his note pad.
"...What? I'm a shinigami?" She was trying to remember the past. But I was pulling at nothing. Wait...I remembered My name though...Why nothing else?
"My name is Lydia Dosset..." I couldn't remember anything else. Only the heat of the desert...
The psychologist narrowed his eyes. That name was not in the data base. She was another rogue. Another freak of nature.
"Explain what you /do/ remember." He asked in a rather rude tone. I hesitantly began to tell him about the desert.
.../\/\/\...
"I'm telling you, I feel fine. I always turn out fine when it ends; I'm not bleeding anymore," a fussy Lydia laughed as her doctor pouted.
"I know, I know, but we have to run the same testing over and over." Sighing, he drew blood samples from her arm, eliciting a wince from his patience. The nurse's eyebrow raised, puzzled at how such a shinigami would react to such the degree of pain.
Ashamed, she turned away, accused of falsely as the freak of nature she was, the impression a wounding star that made her vulnerable to the less appealing side of the majority of reapers, if not all. Threats to be discharged from the Shinigami dispatch made itself know, but luckily her stubbornness rooted such persistence in her to attain her goal.
"I think you should go and have your eyes checked again, get some glasses; it could help with those headaches of yours." His suggestion blown by the roll of Lydia's eyes.
"I'm alright... Really... I can see..."
"Still, you have to try; doctor's orders." He handed her a slip to which in return was rewarded with a cute pout. Damned doctors...
Later, an unsure Lydia victimized of running tests that accompanied bright flashes and bothersome beeps awaited the results.
"You're eyes are unusually perfect... 20/20 vision," the old man informed. Lydia nodded, smiling. "So you're not required to wear glasses at this time. However, if you notice a bit of blurriness when reading the records, please have someone else take over the reaping process and return here."
Lydia nodded blithely, albeit crestfallen. She'd anticipated the opportunity to where glasses so that the persecution would be reduced. She grabbed her notebook and waved goodbye, heading to the hallways.
Just ahead of her, she smiled faintly at the familiar pretty redhead. As one of the more experienced reapers in the dispatch along with his companion, William T. Spears, who stood next to him, she'd been told they would be guiding the new reapers. Hopefully, she would be a great student. "Hello, Miss Sutcliffe-Senpai..." She acknowledged shyly, hoping she wasn't bothering or offending him. She knew Grell was famous for announcing himself as a woman, but William always addressed him as a male.
Luckily, for him to have heard his name with a feminine prefix made him nearly squeal on the spot as he grinned widely, revealing shark teeth. "Well, look at you, already learning who your mentors are," he giggled gleefully.
She smiled, relieved. "Hehe, I was just wondering, is it this week we are starting the finals, or next week? I got mixed messages from several people." Secretly, she crafted her words in a way that wouldn't hint to bullying or the like as she'd either been misinformed or nearly missing her tests.
Pausing for a moment, Grell muses to himself thoughtfully. "I think it's next week, right Will?"
With a sigh, he replied," Yes, next week: Wednesday." He, then, assessed her appearance, eyes narrowed. "Have you not been assigned glasses yet, or have you not gone in?" It sounded accusing, as if suspicious of her motives.
Lydia blinked a few times before pulling out her paper from the Eyeglasses Dept. "I don't need glasses; my vision is 20/20, Mr. Spears," she relayed rather worriedly.
William scanned the paper with narrowed eyes. "Rather unusual..."
Grell nodded, concerned, until an idea popped in his mind. "Have you got a few minutes?" he asked Lydia. "I think I might have just the thing."
She nodded, curious. "Of course."
William handed her back her paper before adjusting his glasses. "Good day to you," he monotoned as always.
Lydia made no sign of response.
Grell pouted, taking her hand and leading her away down the hall, chattering. "He's such a stick in the mud... But you know, there's probably something amaaazing under that shell~."
She smiled softly, usually one to ignore moody company and focus on positive stuff. Now she could relax and tell her senpai what was on her mind. "I'm very nervous about my exams."
"I can tell, don't worry, it's a common thing... It's rather undefinable how rattled I was," he confessed as they arrived at his small office. "Here, looky~" He exposed a cabinet that divulged an array of glasses. "I've collected these over time... Thinking I might affiliate them with an outfit, but I've never used a single one. They're blank lenses..."
She smiled widely as she drank in the various styles and trends of the glasses... Definitely more to choose from than the other room offered. A beautiful purple pair of cat-eyed style glasses complete with patterns of butterfly designs on the side caught her eye. "Oh my... The purple one is just lovely."
"Try it on, I've got a mirror." He pulled out and set up a swivel mirror from his drawer. The cool shit he had.
She put them on, assessing her reflected altered persona she'd felt changed. "Oh that's pretty..."
A grin formed on his face. She was a pretty little bird and the glasses matched her hair, so, therefore, it complimented her well. "You can have them if you like. Maybe you'll feel more focused for your exams this way."
Shocked that her senpai would relent his glasses so freely made it the solution to her problem. "I-I would be honored."
He grinned, showing off a vicious smile. "Perfect," he chirped, skipping about. "Now Will dear won't bother you about your glasses anymore, now will he?~ Especially since we've got quite the looker~" He smirked, suggestion floating in the air.
"Perfect." Indeed, this would be a good day, had it not been for the relapses.
.../\/\/\...
"This is the final test." Spoke a unemotional William, who walked toward the group. "This will prove if you are worthy of being a reaper. If you have low marks, you will be discharged. If you have high marks, you will continue to work for the dispatch." He barely glanced at Lydia as he said this. She didn't respond. Her eyes were focused ahead. No more distractions.
However she couldn't help by notice the other reapers looked afraid, nervous. As if terrified of what was to come. Was it really this much of a big deal?
"You are to go to retrieve your papers at the counters in the dispatch center. You will then leave the Shinigami realm to the human realm. And you will find your targets. You have a total of three days to find your target. No wasting time. No "sleeping in."." He made a glance to Elliot. Who just huffed silently. Lydia couldn't believe he was her partner. But she never talked back to him. Only showed her strength.
"Alright, You will follow Grell Sutcliffe to your destination." He said like a stiff. Lydia was glad it was Grell and no one else helping. Grell was eccentric. But the good kind. He was always the life of the party. He made things easier.
They walked down a hallway, noticing several older reapers were watching them. "Young bloods..." One of them mumbled. Lydia swallowed nervously. Okay, so it really WAS serious. She could feel her anxiety taking hold. Her heart was racing. For one, she had never entered the human realm before. Two, she was going to have a snotty little shit as a partner, who obviously wasn't going to be any help.`
As she went up to one of the counters a female reaper smiled. "Hello, are you Lydia Dosset?" She asked. She nodded nervously. The female then smiled. "You're the first female I've seen on the job. I hope you do well." She said. Lydia swallowed, before nodding again. The female then checked her computer, before handing her a rather big book. Elliot was right behind her, glaring daggers at her. Lydia clearly made a face at the female reaper, showing she wasn't going to enjoy having him as a partner.
"Oh, your Death scythe. I almost forgot. I'm so so-"
"No it's fine. I already have one." She said, pulling out a bow and arrow. Which looked incredibly detailed, almost looking like pure crystal. The female stared incredulously. All reapers where near sighted...How was she able to handle this weapon? Lydia smiled happily, remembering a memory.
.../\/\/\...
"Alright, get to work cleaning this junk up. It all needs to be recycled. Nobodies going to use these." Said a older reaper who was tossing old weapons into a shute along with others. Lydia happened to be nearby. There was a glint of something silver and she was right there, pulling out a bow and dozens of arrows. "This is beautiful. Oh my..." She fancied the weapon on first glance. The poor weapon was going to be recycled? She couldn't allow that.
"Put that back, it's going to the trash. It's not usable anyways by reapers." Said the old reaper. Lydia shook her head. "I'm not near sighted. My vision is fine." She smiled, earning a skeptical look from the old reaper. "Prove it." He asked.
"Okay!" She smiled, stepping back a dozen feet. "Hold out any number of fingers." She asked. The old man blinked, before holding out two fingers.
"Two!" She giggled.
The old man's eyes went wide. She was telling the truth. He then pulled out four.
"Four!" She grinned, knowing she proved her case. The old man looked impressed. "Alright. They're yours. Just take care of them." He requested. Lydia nodded. "No problem." She said, coming back and taking the weapon. It was beautiful. Whoever created it was very good with detail. It looked so deadly. She then smiled, walking off with the weapon. She would take good care of it.
.../\/\/\...
"Uh...Enjoy your day." She said sheepishly. Lydia nodded, before turning around, only to have the book snatched out of her hands. She glared at Elliot. He was always taking her things. "Some guy named James Crawford is due to be reaped. On May 15th..." He then shrugged, tossing her the book, earning a squeak from her as she caught it. "Women carry the books. Not the men." Lydia glared at him from behind. What was this guys problem with females? Was he gay?
Elliot then leaned over the counter, soon receiving his weapon. A tiny mini scythe. Lydia raised an eyebrow. They were so tiny...She grinned slowly, thinking she would have the advantage. Ooooh the things she could do to piss off Elliot.
"Lets go." He grumbled, taking off to the transport center. Lydia followed after. Soon enough, the room was emptied out. No more students were in the room. William fixed his glasses quietly. "Yet another year..." Grell was grinning by his side.
"Yet more students appear. I'm rooting for the pretty bird." He grinned, wiggling his hips before sulkily leaning against William.
"You're so stiff Will." He grinned. William only had to step to his side to make Grell fall onto his face. "And so cold..." He whimpered.
.../\/\/\...
"..." Lydia's eyes were wide as could be. Here she was, wandering the streets of London. This was her first time being here. And there was humans everywhere...They looked just like her...Only their eyes were in different colors. Was that the only thing that made them different? No, they were weaker then Shinigami.
She wasn't even paying attention to her surroundings, until Elliot had to pull her away from a moving carriage. "Idiot! Pay attention woman!" Said a snappy Elliot. Lydia rolled her eyes. Waving her hand to shoo him away. She then perked. "So where are we?" She asked, curious.
"White chaple. We need to find an inn near the human to be reaped..." He said, looking around. But when he looked back to where Lydia was, she had vanished. He facepalmed. "Damn it all..." He fussed.
He looked around before dragging a hand over his face in exasperation. "Damn woman can't stay in one place for a moment and ends up making everything complicated." Muttering curses, he wandered around, yelling Lydia's name, and to make matters worse, he looked idiotic doing it even then.
But soon, Lydia's voice was heard calling him. "Yooo hooooo! Uppp heeere!" She giggled, sitting comfortably up on a building. Under it, it read that it was an inn. She was smiling goofily. "Heeeheee." She giggled like a child.
He gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Stop with this incessant nonsense! This is basically what all you women are made of. You're not worth the time to be dealt with!" With that, he strode in the inn, an air of arrogance cloaking him.
She pouted slightly. He was such a buzzkill. And very weird. But she wasn't one to really go in the corner and cry from his insults. Even though she was an emotional person. She hopped down, sighing. Several people gave her looks as to how she managed to land from so far without breaking a leg. She then walked into the inn, finding the place rather comfortable. And to think, tomorrow she would get to reap for the first time...
But could she do it? Could she really reap a human? She could only imagine doing so at this moment in time. William and Grell were counting on her to reap. They had such high expectations of her. They could only assume Elliot and Lydia could make it.