"Don't look at me like that, it makes me very embarrassed of my beauty!" the red-head put his hand to his forehead in mock-horror, he stretched his wide mouth into a mischievous grin. "So, little girl, what is your name?"
The child was in shock, she had never met someone with such a big personality as she had only ever been around her parents but they weren't here.
"Where are my parents?" she asked bluntly.
"Dear child, hasn't anyone taught you how to use your manners?" the man placed a hand on his hip. "If someone asks you a question you don't reply with another question! That is 1) not grammatically correct and 2) just plain rude! Now child, answer my question, what is your name?"
The child didn't say anything and looked at her almost grey feet.
"For god's sake child, say something!" the man waited but the child said nothing. "It seems you need help with your answer, let me show you how it's done." The man stood up straight and put both hands on his hips and cleared his throat. "If you were to ask me what my name was I would reply 'I am Grell, Grell Sutcliffe, A-Class Reaper and the most beautiful reaper there is!" Grell flashed a grin at the girl. "Now it's your turn!"
Grell Sutcliffe, she had heard that name before.
The child looked up at the man but not daring to look into his eyes, which were the colour of a swarm of locusts on their way to surround you.
"M-My name, is C-Catherine. I am a human and I don't know what's happened." the girl stammered.
"Your name's Catherine! Perfect your the exact person I was looking for!" Grell shrieked joyfully.
"What? You were looking for me.." Catherine was scared.
"But trust me, my child, you aren't human/ Dear girl, you've got it very wrong." he laughed, "Catherine you are an Akuma Tenshi, a demon angel, did your parents really not tell you something as big as this?"
They hadn't, they had told me I was human, that I was normal. But no, I was a demon, and an angel. I was an Akuma Tenshi and he was a Shinigami, a reaper.
"I-If you're a reaper, have you come to collect my soul... Am I dead?" the girl's eyes filled with tears.
"No, not just yet, you're an immortal being you're not dead yet!" he put his hand to his eyes and sighed. "Your parents have truly taught you nothing. You should know that on your 13th birthday you get placed into a reaper family, which is me, and your sinner parents are disposed of."
My mother was an angel.
The child's face went red with anger.
"Wow, Catherine! Your face is the equivalent to my hair." Grell flipped his hair and laughed. The child launched herself at him and pushed him down to the ground tackling him.
My father was a demon.
"Don't you ever mention my parents like that!" The child growled. "Just tell me they are!"
"You certainly have no manners, girl." Grell said, struggling to get up from underneath her. "Why don't you look around and think about what I said and make an informed guess. Your parents are dead, Catherine. Is it not obvious?"
So I am an angel.
The girl's face crumpled up and she folded into a ball. Grell took the opportunity to stand up and brush himself down. He fingered his sleeve and scoffed.
"Look at what you've done! My sleeve has ripped! You're mending this when we get home." Grell checked the rest of his clothing for rips, muttering to himself.
And a demon.
"Home?" the word felt so strange as she said it.
"Yes home, it's nothing much but there's enough room to fit both of us." Grell smiled.
A demon.
"It's better than this." he gestured to the rubble.
Like...
"Well I'm sure it wasn't like this before the fire but it still must've been small, do you actually live here?" Grell asked receiving no reply.
Sebastian Michaelis
"I'm sure you're used to it though so it doesn't matter. Anyway-" Grell began.
"Grell, what do you know about Sebastian Michaelis?" Catherine asked.