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Entry 68: April 29 1890, England Reaper Realm, Reaper Society Building.

    I arrive an hour late to work, my attire being more professional than usual. Dress shirt, vest, slacks, Grell would be proud, I hope. I walk to my desk a smile on my face that never use to be there, but there is something else odd in the day other than my tardiness. Stacks of papers on my desk, I've never taken on more than a few new reapers at a time. I stop at my desk and look over everything, these weren't what I thought they were. 50 of my reaper clients have resigned from my services, within each vanilla folder there was hate message as well. "odd.." I say to myself then sigh, most of the clients leaving my services were newer, 5-10 years. Luckily for me, I've worked more than 80 years, "I.. I'm sorry ___" Karen says placing a hand on my shoulder.

    "No need, it isn't your doing.." I say to her sighing, "excuse me," I leave her walking to the counter in my office. "I would like to put in application for a new desk," I tell the lady signing off paperwork, she nods and hands me a form. "Thank you," I say with a slight bow walking back to my desk. "I do not wish you to fall behind, I'll be seeing you Karen,"  I smile at her hoping she would leave sooner. She nods simplistically and leaves, I crack my neck as I take my seat. A great morning, waking up to Grell, our passions, his sweet voice in the early morning. His cooking, many things I do adore about this day, they will help me make it through this miner inconvenience. I have more than 100 other reaper scythes I manage, but the younger ones may keep me from any newer clients. I flip though the first folder and sign off, I start a pile for the reapers who wish to use Karen now as their modifier. This is going to be a long day.

~Time Skip~

    I work nonstop filing this forms, they are not normal sign and resign, no. With each reassign I have to explain, in detail, of all the modifications I have made, plus any weaknesses it might hold. 50 different scythes I have to remember what I did to, lucky for me I am methodical, I've written every possible thing down. Now it is all about copying each form, "oh no.." I say low as the head of my division walks to me. "_____" Oswalt addresses me, I nod to him looking up, "Yes, sir?" I answer him. "I just happened to notice you haven't worked on any scythes today, may I ask as to why is this?" he looks smug at me, idiotic. "As you can see sir, I've lost a great deal of my personal for some odd reason. Once I finish this work, and if any of my clients need their scythes modified, I will help them. As for now, one step at a time," I clench my teeth telling him. "Very well, keep up the good work," he says quickly not really wanting to hear what I had to say. Good thing he fears me, "Mr. ____, I've come to retrieve my scythe, I have decided to take my business elsewhere," the young reaper from yesterday says arriving late to my office. "Miller, David, are you sure?" I ask him as I guess this his father who stands behind him.

     "I-I'm sure," he says looking back to the tall reaper behind him. I sigh and nod, "Very well, one moment," I tell them standing and walking to my second work desk. I walk into the workshop and sit at my desk, stupid idiots, when does a man's status make him weak? I take out the sword, one of my finest works, the blade clean, crystal blue. "____, darling?" my love calls to me as I daze at the sword in my hands, I should break it. I can, I know it's weak spot, "I didn't know you made it to work darling, we should check in more with each other- wait, what's wrong?" Grell notices quicker than any other in my previous relationships when things are not correct with me. He stands by my side and carefully holds my head to his chest, I sigh heavily holding him. "I have the perfect cure for a rough day.." Grell says rubbing in my hair and kissing my head. I smile smelling his soft scent, "I will need a double dose of it my dear," I say lifting my head up to watch his eyes roam my face. His lips are too soft to be real, to be mine, all mine.
    
    He kisses me passionately and rub in my hair, causing me to purr on his cheek. Placing a soft kiss to his neck, "Have you had lunch? I really need to talk about this," I quietly confess to him as he holds me close. "Mmhm," he kisses me, "I'm on lunch now, get your stuff so we can go darling," Grell says rubbing my cheek and stepping back. I nod and grab the sword, "first I have to do this," I tell Grell walking in front of him holding his hand. Gasps left and right as we enter my workplace, the reaper behind Miller unfolded his arms in shock, his mouth slightly dropping. I smirk looking at the younger still seated at my desk, "Here you are," I tell the young reaper handing off his sword. They both gasped seeing my handiwork on the handle, the family crest made amazingly better and forever remediable. "I made the metal thicker than most because if there is ever a ding, or dent, although I highly doubt it. But if so, the sword may be sheered down to get rid of it, making the sword both lighter and easier to handle. I'd suggest you work more on your arms," I say smiling getting to talk about my work, in front of my love. Grell smiles holding my arm and I look at him as his head rests on my shoulder, "Amazing, thank you," the younger man tells me.

    I smile and nod, "I don't trust this, how do we know as soon as my son faces a demon this sword will even cut them... for all we know you could have weakened it because we wish to use other services other than yours," the older Miller says to me placing the swords tip to my neck. I stand firm, not caring for his threat, "Why don't you flinch toy maker?" the older asks me as Grell looks on in shock holding my hand. "Every weapon I have ever made has a flaw that could destroy it in one touch, a secret only I will ever know. And it is because this scythe is your son's I do not break this into two pieces making the precious family crest handle into nothing more than a relic to look at..." I say calmly staring the older reaper in the eyes. "Dad, stop... I'm staying with him," the younger spoke up for himself, I smile and move the tip of the sword away. "Fine, but first.. you must help him break in his scythe, as is accustomed," the older Miller says handing the sword to his son. I stare at him and nod, "Yes, of course, but first I must have lunch. I will do my work as costumed of my new clients after lunch with my dear," I tell them with a smile walking away holding Grell's hand.

    I squeeze Grell's hand as we walk farther away, "It's ok, it's ok darling, we're together..." Grell whispers to me as I have a fit in the hall. I growl in a rage punching the brick wall denting it and causing pieces to crumble to the floor. I laid my head on the wall while Grell stroked my hair down my back and rubbed it softly. "Come love, let's eat and forget this..." he kisses my cheek, I hold his waist and nod. "I'm seconds from asking for a massage when I get off work," I whisper to him as he walks me to the cafeteria. "Oh... the shoulders or the back... or.. lower," Grell says as I place a soft kiss on his neck and smile. "I want to massage you.. all over, that is what will make me feel better," I tell Grell holding around his waist and sighing on his neck. He giggles and gets a tray loading it with food as we walk down the food service line. "Mm.. you may do that, after I get to treat you first," he says grabbing two meal trays. "Yes love, after you relax me... mm, I really enjoyed your cooking, next time I'll wake you up early and help you make lunches," I tell him as I pay for our food then walk to a round white table nearby the big open window area.

    Grell smiled and sat close to me, "What are you talking about, I wake up before you all the time," he says as I sit closer to him. I laugh as he laughs, "it is true, but I will help you, even if I'm not exactly great at cooking," I tell him as we began eating. "That sounds great, I'd love a little helper in the kitchen with me," he says smiling wiping my cheek. I blush slightly staring in his eyes, "you're so gorgeous, you know that?" I ask him as he blushes from my staring. "I think I'm getting the picture," he says smiling a brighter smile. I move a piece of hair behind his ear, "So what was the problem today? I've never seen so many forms on anyone's desk, even William's!" Grell says playing with my finger that gently stroked his jaw. "Yes, seems some reapers are upset that you are no longer single... and that you are dating someone in the scythe modifying department. Strangely, people look down upon it," I tell him chuckling by the end. He laughs too and holds my hand, "poor people, it's strange how they look down on us when they have to look up to see us," Grell giggles and moves closer. I lean forward and kiss him, he smiles on my lips, he smiles on my lips, sweet, tasty, hungry... "Mm. darling, we should stop, I don't want you to.. lose control," Grell says placing his forehead on mine, keeping my lips from his neck.

    "y-yeah.. that's very smart," I say sighing happily leaning on him with my eyes closed. "My darling is such a hard worker, I'll make sure you are taken care of when you get home-... home," Grell pauses blushing, I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him. He doesn't look at me, so shy, so nervous to what I would say or think. "When we get home, eh? I'm holding you to it love," I say showing him a bright smile then kissing his cheek. I stood and took our empty tray to the garbage, he loves me so much, I want to give him all. Tonight I should buy some champagne, "We should get going darling," I whisper to him as he smiles down at the table. I hold my arm out for him, oh gawd his eyes. I'm nearly weakened to my knees as he stares at me with those eyes. The look of love, adoration is written with our blood in his eyes, he takes my arm and closes my shocked mouth. "I love to see you blush," he says kissing me with that golden twinkle in his eyes. "I love you..." I say holding him close to me, "I know," he giggles as I rest my head on his. "I hope I'm not interrupting," William speaks quietly walking up behind me. I turn to look at him and give a short nod, "William," I address him, "____, it is good to see you, I heard of your misfortune of your clients leaving," William tells me with his hands behind his back.

    "Yes it is unfortunate, but I do have far more, if anything less than 25% of my clientele has left," I inform him as Grell holds to my waist. I look firmly at William as he watches Grell, "I, um, have to get back to work love... I'll see you tonight," Grell says backing away. I nod and kiss his hand with a smile, "See you then," I tell him as he blushes. "By the way love, you look great," Grell tells me, I pause a moment realizing he noticed. I smile at his red hair as he walks away, I never felt so lucky. All this time he could have been mine, but maybe then I would not have been strong enough to fight all the challenges being thrown at me. "You've come to witness the fight, I assume?" I ask William as Grell exits the doors, he smiled and nodded. "You are correct," William says stepping back to walk by my side. I hate this, "It is not a fight, I must break in the reaper and the scythe, it is just one of my many duties as a scythe modifier," I tell William as we walk to the training faculty. "Is that why you enjoy your job so much?" he asks me opening the door for me. "Because you get several things to do, not just stay at one desk all day long," William speaks highly of my work, "When one thinks long enough about it, it does sound appealing," he smiles to me.

    I nod, "Yes, but to me all jobs are a job, but I do enjoy it when it gets me from paperwork," I say to him walking forward to gear up. A padded shirt and fencing helmet, I grab a metal pipe and stretch my back, "Why do I not get gear?" the young Miller asks nervously at the other end of the training room. Hardwood flooring, the room bright with sun, "When you are out in the real world against demons, even tough souls, you will be unprotected as you are now. Padding would do you no good for when in the real world you can't have it," I tell young Miller circling around him as he now stands in the middle of the room. "You must show you can handle ANY and EVERY thing that COME to YOU!" I say swinging the pipe at him being blocked by his new sword scythe. "Do you understand?" I ask fighting my pipe against his sword faster. "yes!" he says nearly cutting my head off but I blocked in time, "Whoa, whoa, do be careful..." I say to him standing up straight.

    He gasped and bowed, "I'm sorry," I shake my head touching his shoulder, "No, no, it's alright, that's good killer quality for demons, remember out there, there is no stop button." He nods at me and shakes my hand, "Besides, when should you have to face another reaper?" I ask him with a smile. "It is an unfortunate thing, but it does sometime happen," William says patting Miller on his shoulder. "It seems you are ready, head to your new desk and start your day," William tells him with a short lived smile. Miller nods and smiles, "Thank you, thank you both sir, and I love my scythe. I will not be leaving your services ever!" he says happy shaking my hand walking off. Other reapers and scythe modifiers began leaving as well, "You make everyone so happy," William says placing a hand on my shoulder. "I don't try to... I just let others do as they may, and sometimes it just letting them hit a rock without either of them breaking or denting," I sigh looking back at him.

    "How about you and I?" William summons his scythe and twirls it, "I have paperwork," I tell him with a smirk. "Humor me... please.." he says stepping back. I smile and scuff, "And they say you aren't fun?" I chuckle lightly and remove my fencing helmet, I remove the padded jacket then walk back to him. "So.. Why don't you become a reaper? We could assign you a partner, someone to keep you in line..." William says shooting his scythe at me as I block it. "I don't want to lose my mind.. Simple, and even if I did not have a reason, my word is good enough," I tell him fighting him with the pipe. "True, but you could make more money.. not to mention work closer with Grell," he says aiming for my legs but I jump over them and swing for his face but he blocks it. "That is tempting... But I like the idea of meeting up with Grell and not already knowing about his day, and besides," I says hitting his wrist and sliding the pipe behind his neck.

    In the perfect choking hold, William smirks and I say low, "Who says I want someone to control me? I may do as I may here... I don't need anyone telling when I can and when I cannot kill, how I may and how I may not kill..." William nodded his head, his throat pressed against the pipe, "I understand... you are suffocating the beast rather than setting it free only to be put in a different cage," he says taking the pipe from his throat turning and looking at me. "Yes... exactly," I say with a sigh and look down, "I bet Grell loves the beast..." William says walking backwards to the exit. My eyes widen and I look to William's eyes in a bit of shock, "I just hope you do not hurt him one day no longer being able to control it. Your beast must roam free sometime, or it will attack the innocent," he says looking back at me leaving. I look down at the pipe in my hand, I do not wish to hurt my love. I should find some way to release this beast, or contain it for a bit time more. Heavy sighs leave my body as I look to the ceiling, I crack my neck once more, "Back to work.."
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Shoujo Grell- by VannyNuovaluna   
    Applause from all around makes me happy, I feel accomplished, it feels like ages since I have preformed for people. "Thank you, thank you, I shall take a break for moment. See you then," I say shyly to the audience then smile walking away. "____ You're bloody amazing!" Bard told me once I walked back into the kitchen area, "Uh.. Thank you, thank you, I've worked really hard," I say to him as he grips both my shoulders looking at me. Smoke twirling the air as he puffs on his vapor cigarette, this is smart if he is trying to stop and so he can still smoke in his job and not drop ashes. He roped his large arm around my shoulders and began talking, "Yea, I would have been good at the classical Bass had I not had that problem." I look up to the blonde man and asked, "What problem is that?" I see that I will not be able to escape his hold and as long as he doesn't touch my skin, my anxiety will stay at bay. Perhaps it is the music that is keeping me from freaking out at just this embrace alone. "I got no talent," he says laughing heartily, I smile and chuckle with the weird older man. "Yes you do, your talent is in your cooking," I say looking at the beautifully decorated plates of food. "I didn't do those..." he says pointing to the somewhat less desirable plates, I cover my mouth quickly not to laugh. He slaps my back and smiles at me, "It's ok to laugh," he says walking away. "Listen honey, his only true talent is burning stuff, in truth he is only very good at well done meats," the lady before told me. Her name being Jennifer, I chuckle lightly and walk to the phone. It's already past 10, I wonder if he is still awake, "Mmmgh, hello?" Grell tiredly answers the phone. "Oh sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you, I was only checking on you," I say quietly into the phone. Grell yawns, "It's ok sweety," he says sweetly, I smile at his tired phone voice, it is adorable. "I probably will not be home to you until late late, the buses stop in a hour and I have to work until closing. Even after closing I still have to meet with the boss and get all my schedule hours, I will be asking that I do get off earlier for lack of reliable transportation," I say with a sigh but happy to hear his voice. "Mm Ok... Just be careful on your way home... don't be afraid to ask your coworkers for a lift. I miss you love, I need my cuddle buddy," Grell says with a cute whine at the end. I smile and blush on the phone, "I'll be there.. just you wait, and yea, I'll be sure as to ask someone. Love you babe," I whisper the end walking closer into the corner. "I love you more, see you later," he says blowing a soft kiss into the phone then hanging up. I smile to myself and hang up, "How far do you stay? I can give you a ride," Bard says with his arms crossed looking down at me. He seems taller than before, "I live on campus, at the university," I tell him in a bit of shock not noticing his height. He hops off a stool and smiles, "Oh great, on my way home," he says placing a hand to the vent above him checking for air. Oh. "Really? Thank you," I say shaking his hand smiling brighter, somethings are going right. "10 minutes are up," Jacques says walking in, I sigh taking only a sip of water, Bard hands me half a candy bar and I stuff it in my mouth walking away. The kitchen staff laughed at me for that and I smiled with a mouth full of chocolate, they giggled as I left. Nice coworkers, people, lots of them, being nice to me. Why? I have no time to doubt the things I can't change, I walk to the piano and the diners clap. I play a familiar song, nothing as concert ready as the previous, more lounge music. Maybe if I low scale my music in the end people would leave, I do still have to go home. Back to my arms that await me, I finally hear speaking while I play. I never wished for people to talk during my music, I only wished for recognition, I'm alive, see me! I'm not a ghost! is what I use to feel while playing. Now, I just play to relax, to secure a future for the one I love most dear. They were not loud voices but constant voices, I've been planning on and off all day. I gently close my eyes, I'm not weak, but tired, my energy has drained without my heart being awake. I play soft tiring song, am I playing you a lullaby my dear? Grell are you soothed to sleep from my song? Please do not be awake pinning for me, I will be home, I will be there to protect you. My hands have lost control and the feeling I have in my heart cannot cease. He is ok, I should not worry, he is happy, I should not fear... That is not the case now.. I miss you... Grell, love, your sweet lips, they are mine to kiss before you sleep. Darling I am stuck, I wish not to keep you awake and I wish not for you to sleep, has your heart heard me? Will you wait for me? The audience reduced to faint whispers, Oh no... I've played something never heard before... I'm playing another song from my heart, I must control myself. With a calming deep breath I end the piece nicely, "My word," "A true genius," "Very incredible," "Darling make sure we leave an extra tip for the new atmosphere," the audience stood clapping. I close my eyes and stand once more and bowed, before I can go back to the piano people began walking to me asking the name of the piece. "It's called, 'Are you still awake?'" I tell them with soft smile, they smiled at me and mummer among themselves. "It is a beautiful name, it fits it beautifully, tell me, when did you write it," a young man asked me wearing less fancy attire than the others. "J-Just now... I was thinking of my girl friend, and my heart whispered my desires to my muse and thus they possessed my hands," I say shyly. Undertaker taught me to speak this way when I talked of my music, he said, 'It's not to seem more mature, it is to give credit to the Music muse that touched you, the one that protects you, the one that watches over you. Always honor the God that has chosen you.'  The crazy old man, but he infected my brain, and I do believe that my muse protects me. "That's amazing, I'm here, this is my card, once the night is over with please give me a call. This could very well be your golden ticket kid," the man with neat brown hair said. He walked back to his seat paid his bill and walked away, 'Who is he?'  
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Shoujo Grell- by VannyNuovaluna  

    Such a beautiful place, Mickinzeton Lake is just so beautiful, there isn't even a lake. It dried up about 190 years ago, they just like keeping up tradition I guess. It is a clean high class area, I mean the streets looks so clean, people could eat off it. Not saying where I attend college is a dump, but this is place is 5 times better than there. Old rich people with nothing to do walk the side walks, they have horse drawn carriages. It's like a huge retirement community, I smile stepping off the bus. My hair combed weirdly, Grell did it so I would seem more prestigious in this town it shows people I care to be there.. whatever... Not all rich people know each other, probably 5% of the rich people has heard of my father. Famous lawyer, closet drunk, absentee father. One in the same for that man, but enough about my past, I walk down this stone sidewalk towards my future. Grell picked out my best clean attire and even made me wear a tie, if only he knew the job I was applying for. The sun shines on top my head and I could not help but wish to have a hoodie on, the wind made it easy to remember it is not going to get warmer anytime soon. The sounds I heard to my right brought a never before seen smile to my face, a baby cooing with it's mother in the park. The park was big with not many trees just a long walking trail with a bit of a pond in it's center. The woman picked up her baby and began cooing to it with a gorgeous smile, she smiled at me looking at her then looked away with some blush holding her baby. I give a soft wave before continuing my walk, a family... My smile brings things I haven't had in years, an imagination... Thoughts of a life with Grell, Grell and I have a picnic in that park, I be a lame middle school teacher. Grell working his dream job, getting his surgery, having him forget what tears were. I walk more into the city feeling better about life, too many possibilities, too many options, and ways to make this life great. Grell and I go to Canada, live there, build a cabin and live off the land. I laugh to myself, my hands in my pockets, that dream is highly unlikely but it put a smile on my face. "Oh, here it is," I say seconds before walking past the elegant eating establishment. The warm air rushed my face as I opened the door, the atmosphere was warm and rich. Not the snobby rich, but classy, "Excuse me sir, may I help you," the counterman asks me as I look over the large eatery. "Ah, yes sir, I am _____ _____ I am here about the job position," I tell him standing my tallest with my hands placed pleasantly behind my back. "Ah, yes... You are the talented one from the college across town aren't you," he asks me guiding me into the restaurant. I look at the top of the head of the short man, his hair salt and pepper, he is one of those feminine guys you can't tell if he is straight. Wow, I can't believe I still think like this, I got to work on this, when have I been a judger? "Here we are, can you read sheet music?" he asks me showing me the piano in the middle of the back  resturant. The seats were better there and the tables looked more lustrous, "I can, but I prefer not to, either I study-" I start but he cuts me off. "I would suggest you work here a year before you start playing your own music," he tells me with a bit of an attitude. I clench my teeth before nodding, "yes sir," I hold my tongue and tell him. He squinted his eyes at me, "Good, let me here you play this," he says handing me the music sheet as I sit down to play the black grand piano. "If you are naturally good, you will make sure your mistakes aren't heard-" he starts but I cut him off playing the song easily. For a final exam with Undertaker he had me play this song, it was difficult but with 2 days of back to back practice. I could play it like a champ, I smile as I play it once more nearly a year later. I remember having my hands ache and the tips of my fingers use to be numb from playing and practicing so much. Music was my best self punishment, I did not get up from the piano until I played that piece 50 times. Frederic Chopin, Scherzo No. 2 Op. 31, it took me so long, but it is so beautiful. I knew this place was elegant, but not this elegant, this is something beautiful you play during a play or a single performance concert. The man's mouth was open in shock as I play him the song without looking at the one page he gave me. He wanted to tell me something but I gently shock my head looking back to the piano, he smiled and sighed leaving me to my workings. I do not even need to ask if I have the job, "I told you," I whisper to myself as I recall telling Grell my talent alone would get me the job. The once light murmurs of the room disappeared, I wondered if it was myself slipping deep into my music. Silence in the air was something given for exchange for the heavenly music. Knowing the piece by heart my eyes shut and I dreamed of Grell and I dancing across this silk marble floor. A dress that would make Grell's heart melt, a beautiful dance ending with a kiss, as I did with the last note. Gentle claps started and rose greatly as I stood, I did not know if I should continue to sit or do what really. I smiled to the audience of diners and bowed to each three sections, I do enjoy playing for a crowd. My heart is half filled, I only wished Grell could be here, for Grell to see me this way. I nod my hand smiling brightly, I clasp my hands behind my back and walk back to the entrance. Some people even going so far as to stand and clap at me as I walk, I blush looking down, "Where are you going?" the same man as before asked me. I look confused, "The job is yours if you want it," he tells me offering his hand, I smile in shock and shake his hand. "Thank you, uh-when can I start?" I ask him quickly elated, no matter how sure of myself I seem. I will always remain humble, "Today, but tomorrow please wear a full suit. We'll talk salary and scheduled at closing, that is if you can stay the whole day. You'll have three 10 minute breaks today," he tells me fixing my tie and straightening my vest. I look at him excited and nod, "Of course, I can start today, but first I must tell my girlfriend so she won't worry.. If that's ok," I tell him then leaning hoping he will let me call Grell. He sighs and nods, "Sure go ahead," he tells me with a smile, "I'm sorry, but I do not have a cellphone," I tell him wondering if I may use the work phone for personal calls. "Really?... Hmm.. There is a worker phone in the back, just tell them you are the new pianist and you should be able to use it," he says to me pointing to the kitchen area where waiters came out with plates of food. I smile and nod walking back to the that door, "Thank you again," I say to him looking back then disappearing behind the door. The kitchen was massive with warm colors of yellow, orange and red, "Um, where's the phone?" I ask a woman chef, she points back to the wall and I smile seeing it. "Thank you Ms." I tell her walking briskly to the phone, I quickly call the LGBT house, my hands near shaking as I stand in the corner. "Hello this is-" "Grell! Grell! I got it! I got the job sweetheart!" I tell him overjoyed, I chuckle hearing Grell scream in happiness on the other end. "BABY!! I'm so proud of you!!" Grell says to me happy, it could be the fact that I've been searching everyday for the past 2 weeks for a job, or it could be just... happiness. A tear falls from my eye hearing the joy in his voice, someone is proud of me, he, Grell, my heart and soul, the reason I live is fucking proud of ME! I wipe another tear leaning on the wall and hear him chant my name happy I got the job. "So baby doll tell me, what is the job?" Grell asks me causing laughter to spill from my lips. He didn't even know what I would be doing, I could be just cleaning the bathrooms for some dog hospital and he would still be proud of me. "I'm the pianist for that 5 star restaurant in Mikinzinton Lake. The Perle Rose," I tell him the name in french. "Ohhh, sexy, and you get to play music, lucky. Baby I'm so happy for you, and you get an extra special surprise when you get hom- here..." Grell says correcting himself. My smile lessens some, I'll get you a home, just you wait my dear. "Well, I'll be late getting home love... keep whatever special you have saved for me put up. Because when I get home, I will need it," I whisper to him on the phone, I lean my head on the wall and imagine kissing him right now. "And have it you shall, see you then love, don't forget to call before you leave ok," he reminds me. I nod, "Yeah, ok love you," I tell him with a smile, "Love you more My Prince," Grell says biting his lip. A few seconds go by with us just holding the phone up to our ears, hearing each other breath happily. "You know you have to hang up first," I tell him causing him to laugh, I chuckle as he says, "Ok, love you, bye doll." "Alright, love you too, see you later," I say right before he hangs up. A few chefs in the kitchen were smiling at me, "Young love is so sweet isn't it Bard?" the woman chef from earlier says to the chef next to her. The tall man turned around with a vapor cigarette in his mouth and smiled, "Ha, yeah it is. Nice to meet you young lad, I'm Bardroy, but you can call me Bard, no, no, Chef Bard," he says with a deep English accent. I smile and nod, "Aye sir," I tell him as I couldn't shake his hand for he was cooking. "Pleasure is mine, my name is _____ _____, I can't wait to get to know you all better," I say with a wave to everyone. "_____, have you made your call yet? People are asking for the music, Obtenez-le!" the man from earlier tells me. His name being Jacques, I can easily feel he will annoy me in the future, nonetheless I've only just started working here. I cannot get in trouble or arrested for throwing him threw a window on my first day. I nod and rush back out to the main floor, I hear quiet mummers as I walk back on the one step stage. I see that a few couples moved from their seats to the tables nearest the stage, I bow to them all before taking my seat once again. My hands lightly shaking and my mind so clear, I have no idea what to play. I look at the broken old sheet music in front of me and turned the page, I see the title of a ripped sheet of music and being to play it. Lucky for me I know this as well by heart, Franz Liszt, La Campanella. The thought occurred to me, these sheets of music are very advanced, concert worthy music, no wonder they could not find someone to play this music. I was made for this job, of all the people who applied, I was chosen, I was ready... It was something that was meant for me... Never before did destiny play a part in my heart until this very moment... 1 week ago.. I would have been buried... but today.. right fucking now, I'm on the right track of my own destiny!
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Shoujo Grell- by VannyNuovaluna  

    Soft footsteps approach up the stairs alerting me to not fall asleep, for the past 2 weeks Grell and I have been able to live in the loft above the LGBT main room. It's space-ish with a nice couch and Television, but we never use the t.v. "_____, it's 4 in the afternoon, don't tell me you're asleep," Grell says to me carrying a white basket of clothes. In the last few weeks, Eric and Alan have been becoming very good friends with us, they are nicer than I expected. For a moment I forgot they were gay, it goes to show we're all just human. Grell and Alan have become better friends and Alan allows Grell to wash our clothes at his apartment. Eric and one other stay with Alan in their apartment, being roommates, we were told that if their other roommate moved out Grell and I could have that room and pay half rent. Grell was more excited about that than I was, I want to provide for him, I shouldn't be so selfish. "No love, I'm not sleep, just thinking..." I sigh sitting up on the couch. "Oh stop it you, if you worry too much you'll gray," Grell tells me tossing the basket of clothes to the side of the couch and kissing me. He rubs gently in my hair and I lean back as he climbs on my lap, my eyes open slowly looking up into his eyes. W-We haven't made love since we ran away a few weeks ago, he gently bites his lower lip staring at me. Honestly I never thought we'd get to touch each other again, my mind was thinking so much during this surprise. I didn't notice our clothes were shedding, his more than mine, his skin is addictive. His neck quickly reddens as I suck harder near wishing to taste his soul, his voice echos over the half wall. "Hey! There are people still here, you nasties!" Ciel, a cute short girl with dyed blue hair screamed to us in the loft. Grell's eyes widened and I smile at his shocked face, "____, why didn't you tell me people were here," Grell whispers pushing me off. I laugh and hold my ribs at the deep red blush washing over Grell's face. "I-I," I can't get my words out from laughing so hard, "I wasn't expecting you to do that," I laugh and tell him. He blushes and looks at me still laughing, he tried to keep his shock face but failed and laughed with me. I kiss him softly, holding the side of his neck, "I'm sorry, I should have said something," I tell him quietly. Before Grell could speak another voice downstairs was heard, "Ciel! Why did you say something, I wanted to listen." "Alois you sexy little harlot, just.. no," Ciel tells the other person. I sit on my knees on the cough looking over the half wall and stare down at the people in the big open room. The little blond person looked up at me and licked his tongue out at me, "You know if you're making people moan like that, I want a turn," Alois says to me with a smirk. I blush and laugh at the young boy? Grell squeaked and covered his face embarrassed, "No, no, I'm taken, but thanks for the compliment," I tell Alois with a wink laughing. I turn back to Grell and hug him as he shakes his head giggling, "You ok?" I ask him on my knees on the couch, I lay my head on top of his. He nods and looks at me with precious eyes, "Yeah... but I'd feel better if you folded the clothes..." Grell uses me for labor, again. I smile at him and nod, "Yes dear," I whisper to him stealing a kiss. I let my eyes drift down to his bare chest and he squeaks again covering up his body, "Oh you perv don't look," Grell turns his back to me hiding his bare chest. Both my eyebrows raise and I look on in shock before smiling, "I'm sorry, I didn't see anything," I say turning my head away covering my eyes. I must remember, Grell's a lady... My lady... I sit properly on the couch and zip my pants back up, I leave my shirt unbutton for I didn't mind being half naked up here. It is a warmer place than downstairs, it means a lot since it's getting closer to the winter. "I'm descent now you can look," Grell tells me as I space out staring at the coffee table in front of me. The thought of Grell and I being forced to live in the cold during winter break made me nervous. I look to him as he rubs my back, "I have a Bachelor's degree... I don't need to get my Masters..." I tell Grell as I pull the basket of clothes to me and begin folding them and placing them on the table. "I know, but your Bachelor's is only in music, you need more hours to be a certified Teacher love," Grell tells me getting his backpack from under the coffee table. He began getting his homework out and doing it as I said, "I know, I know, but I can get a job with my talent alone, right now. I just need to go further out, I'm going to try Mickinzeton Lake today." Grell sat his pen down knowing that, that city is about 45 mins away not to mention 2 bus stops. One wrong move I'll be hitchhiking back to campus, "just... just be careful ok? I know you don't want to lose me, but I can't lose you either... understand," Grell asks me as I halt as I fold his pink blouse. "I understand..." I tell him getting on one knee in front of him, he gasps lightly as I move to kiss him. I hope he wasn't think-... No? His kiss, it's feverish, it holds a life all it's on, my teeth clench on the flesh of my hand as he bites my neck. He pushes my shirt backwards down my arms as he licks my collarbone to behind my ear. He is just as hungry as I! He is so sensitive I cannot touch him how I please.. Use me! Grell take pleasure in me! I breath quietly and ruggedly through my nose as he slowly unzips my pants as to not make a noise. An impatient growl passes my lips as we hungrily kiss more and his hand drifts down the small hairs under my stomach. "Would you two stop already!!" Ciel shouts again, "Stop interrupting!!" Alois shouts to Ciel. I sigh and bring my head into Grell's neck, he sighs as well leaning back on the couch. My head slides down his chest to his crotch and I feel his thighs tense under me. My eyes widened and I look up to him blushing in shock, "I-I..." I start but he shakes his head blushing a deeper red quickly covering his mouth. It is almost an unspoken thing, I know he wishes to be female, but he oddly doesn't mind his body now. Well.. I don't think... Being unable to afford any of the pills or the surgery, wait.. Does he want surgery? "Y-you shouldn't.." Grell tells me quietly as I move from that position, I'm nearly embarrassed beyond all belief. I hope I did not offend him, "I'm sorry," I whisper to him looking his eyes hoping he would not think me uncaring of his situation. "Darling there's no need, I just now that if I could hardly handle you sucking my neck. I would definitely bleed these walls red if you sucked my... well, you know," Grell surprises me in saying with such.. charm, even bouncing his eyebrows with a crooked smile. He smiles and giggles at my face before kissing me, "I love you more than anything, if you didn't know all of me already, I would be scared to show you..." Grell admits to me with a soft kiss, "But you are so special to me,  you show me all of you, why wouldn't I do the same for you?" he asks me getting on his knees in front of me. I smile looking down, he makes my heart beat harder and stronger, "Seeing all of you is what gives me life..." I whisper to him, holding his hand to my heart leaning my cheek on his. "Then I will keep you alive.. forever," he says before kissing me deeply rubbing into my hair. As long as his heart beats, so will mine, in the end, he has always been my heart...
To Be Continued...

Sorry peeps I've been going for so long, but I'm back, and I've got a lot more story to tell. I hope you like it, more gooey and sad stuff to come for this couple. Comment if you like it *shrugs* Thanks for reading! I only own the story, I hope you like the human aspect of the fictional characters. Thanks again for reading.. 

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Entry 68: April 29 1890, England Reaper Realm, Reaper Society Building.

    I arrive an hour late to work, my attire being more professional than usual. Dress shirt, vest, slacks, Grell would be proud, I hope. I walk to my desk a smile on my face that never use to be there, but there is something else odd in the day other than my tardiness. Stacks of papers on my desk, I've never taken on more than a few new reapers at a time. I stop at my desk and look over everything, these weren't what I thought they were. 50 of my reaper clients have resigned from my services, within each vanilla folder there was hate message as well. "odd.." I say to myself then sigh, most of the clients leaving my services were newer, 5-10 years. Luckily for me, I've worked more than 80 years, "I.. I'm sorry ___" Karen says placing a hand on my shoulder.

    "No need, it isn't your doing.." I say to her sighing, "excuse me," I leave her walking to the counter in my office. "I would like to put in application for a new desk," I tell the lady signing off paperwork, she nods and hands me a form. "Thank you," I say with a slight bow walking back to my desk. "I do not wish you to fall behind, I'll be seeing you Karen,"  I smile at her hoping she would leave sooner. She nods simplistically and leaves, I crack my neck as I take my seat. A great morning, waking up to Grell, our passions, his sweet voice in the early morning. His cooking, many things I do adore about this day, they will help me make it through this miner inconvenience. I have more than 100 other reaper scythes I manage, but the younger ones may keep me from any newer clients. I flip though the first folder and sign off, I start a pile for the reapers who wish to use Karen now as their modifier. This is going to be a long day.

~Time Skip~

    I work nonstop filing this forms, they are not normal sign and resign, no. With each reassign I have to explain, in detail, of all the modifications I have made, plus any weaknesses it might hold. 50 different scythes I have to remember what I did to, lucky for me I am methodical, I've written every possible thing down. Now it is all about copying each form, "oh no.." I say low as the head of my division walks to me. "_____" Oswalt addresses me, I nod to him looking up, "Yes, sir?" I answer him. "I just happened to notice you haven't worked on any scythes today, may I ask as to why is this?" he looks smug at me, idiotic. "As you can see sir, I've lost a great deal of my personal for some odd reason. Once I finish this work, and if any of my clients need their scythes modified, I will help them. As for now, one step at a time," I clench my teeth telling him. "Very well, keep up the good work," he says quickly not really wanting to hear what I had to say. Good thing he fears me, "Mr. ____, I've come to retrieve my scythe, I have decided to take my business elsewhere," the young reaper from yesterday says arriving late to my office. "Miller, David, are you sure?" I ask him as I guess this his father who stands behind him.

     "I-I'm sure," he says looking back to the tall reaper behind him. I sigh and nod, "Very well, one moment," I tell them standing and walking to my second work desk. I walk into the workshop and sit at my desk, stupid idiots, when does a man's status make him weak? I take out the sword, one of my finest works, the blade clean, crystal blue. "____, darling?" my love calls to me as I daze at the sword in my hands, I should break it. I can, I know it's weak spot, "I didn't know you made it to work darling, we should check in more with each other- wait, what's wrong?" Grell notices quicker than any other in my previous relationships when things are not correct with me. He stands by my side and carefully holds my head to his chest, I sigh heavily holding him. "I have the perfect cure for a rough day.." Grell says rubbing in my hair and kissing my head. I smile smelling his soft scent, "I will need a double dose of it my dear," I say lifting my head up to watch his eyes roam my face. His lips are too soft to be real, to be mine, all mine.
    
    He kisses me passionately and rub in my hair, causing me to purr on his cheek. Placing a soft kiss to his neck, "Have you had lunch? I really need to talk about this," I quietly confess to him as he holds me close. "Mmhm," he kisses me, "I'm on lunch now, get your stuff so we can go darling," Grell says rubbing my cheek and stepping back. I nod and grab the sword, "first I have to do this," I tell Grell walking in front of him holding his hand. Gasps left and right as we enter my workplace, the reaper behind Miller unfolded his arms in shock, his mouth slightly dropping. I smirk looking at the younger still seated at my desk, "Here you are," I tell the young reaper handing off his sword. They both gasped seeing my handiwork on the handle, the family crest made amazingly better and forever remediable. "I made the metal thicker than most because if there is ever a ding, or dent, although I highly doubt it. But if so, the sword may be sheered down to get rid of it, making the sword both lighter and easier to handle. I'd suggest you work more on your arms," I say smiling getting to talk about my work, in front of my love. Grell smiles holding my arm and I look at him as his head rests on my shoulder, "Amazing, thank you," the younger man tells me.

    I smile and nod, "I don't trust this, how do we know as soon as my son faces a demon this sword will even cut them... for all we know you could have weakened it because we wish to use other services other than yours," the older Miller says to me placing the swords tip to my neck. I stand firm, not caring for his threat, "Why don't you flinch toy maker?" the older asks me as Grell looks on in shock holding my hand. "Every weapon I have ever made has a flaw that could destroy it in one touch, a secret only I will ever know. And it is because this scythe is your son's I do not break this into two pieces making the precious family crest handle into nothing more than a relic to look at..." I say calmly staring the older reaper in the eyes. "Dad, stop... I'm staying with him," the younger spoke up for himself, I smile and move the tip of the sword away. "Fine, but first.. you must help him break in his scythe, as is accustomed," the older Miller says handing the sword to his son. I stare at him and nod, "Yes, of course, but first I must have lunch. I will do my work as costumed of my new clients after lunch with my dear," I tell them with a smile walking away holding Grell's hand.

    I squeeze Grell's hand as we walk farther away, "It's ok, it's ok darling, we're together..." Grell whispers to me as I have a fit in the hall. I growl in a rage punching the brick wall denting it and causing pieces to crumble to the floor. I laid my head on the wall while Grell stroked my hair down my back and rubbed it softly. "Come love, let's eat and forget this..." he kisses my cheek, I hold his waist and nod. "I'm seconds from asking for a massage when I get off work," I whisper to him as he walks me to the cafeteria. "Oh... the shoulders or the back... or.. lower," Grell says as I place a soft kiss on his neck and smile. "I want to massage you.. all over, that is what will make me feel better," I tell Grell holding around his waist and sighing on his neck. He giggles and gets a tray loading it with food as we walk down the food service line. "Mm.. you may do that, after I get to treat you first," he says grabbing two meal trays. "Yes love, after you relax me... mm, I really enjoyed your cooking, next time I'll wake you up early and help you make lunches," I tell him as I pay for our food then walk to a round white table nearby the big open window area.

    Grell smiled and sat close to me, "What are you talking about, I wake up before you all the time," he says as I sit closer to him. I laugh as he laughs, "it is true, but I will help you, even if I'm not exactly great at cooking," I tell him as we began eating. "That sounds great, I'd love a little helper in the kitchen with me," he says smiling wiping my cheek. I blush slightly staring in his eyes, "you're so gorgeous, you know that?" I ask him as he blushes from my staring. "I think I'm getting the picture," he says smiling a brighter smile. I move a piece of hair behind his ear, "So what was the problem today? I've never seen so many forms on anyone's desk, even William's!" Grell says playing with my finger that gently stroked his jaw. "Yes, seems some reapers are upset that you are no longer single... and that you are dating someone in the scythe modifying department. Strangely, people look down upon it," I tell him chuckling by the end. He laughs too and holds my hand, "poor people, it's strange how they look down on us when they have to look up to see us," Grell giggles and moves closer. I lean forward and kiss him, he smiles on my lips, he smiles on my lips, sweet, tasty, hungry... "Mm. darling, we should stop, I don't want you to.. lose control," Grell says placing his forehead on mine, keeping my lips from his neck.

    "y-yeah.. that's very smart," I say sighing happily leaning on him with my eyes closed. "My darling is such a hard worker, I'll make sure you are taken care of when you get home-... home," Grell pauses blushing, I lift my head from his shoulder and look at him. He doesn't look at me, so shy, so nervous to what I would say or think. "When we get home, eh? I'm holding you to it love," I say showing him a bright smile then kissing his cheek. I stood and took our empty tray to the garbage, he loves me so much, I want to give him all. Tonight I should buy some champagne, "We should get going darling," I whisper to him as he smiles down at the table. I hold my arm out for him, oh gawd his eyes. I'm nearly weakened to my knees as he stares at me with those eyes. The look of love, adoration is written with our blood in his eyes, he takes my arm and closes my shocked mouth. "I love to see you blush," he says kissing me with that golden twinkle in his eyes. "I love you..." I say holding him close to me, "I know," he giggles as I rest my head on his. "I hope I'm not interrupting," William speaks quietly walking up behind me. I turn to look at him and give a short nod, "William," I address him, "____, it is good to see you, I heard of your misfortune of your clients leaving," William tells me with his hands behind his back.

    "Yes it is unfortunate, but I do have far more, if anything less than 25% of my clientele has left," I inform him as Grell holds to my waist. I look firmly at William as he watches Grell, "I, um, have to get back to work love... I'll see you tonight," Grell says backing away. I nod and kiss his hand with a smile, "See you then," I tell him as he blushes. "By the way love, you look great," Grell tells me, I pause a moment realizing he noticed. I smile at his red hair as he walks away, I never felt so lucky. All this time he could have been mine, but maybe then I would not have been strong enough to fight all the challenges being thrown at me. "You've come to witness the fight, I assume?" I ask William as Grell exits the doors, he smiled and nodded. "You are correct," William says stepping back to walk by my side. I hate this, "It is not a fight, I must break in the reaper and the scythe, it is just one of my many duties as a scythe modifier," I tell William as we walk to the training faculty. "Is that why you enjoy your job so much?" he asks me opening the door for me. "Because you get several things to do, not just stay at one desk all day long," William speaks highly of my work, "When one thinks long enough about it, it does sound appealing," he smiles to me.

    I nod, "Yes, but to me all jobs are a job, but I do enjoy it when it gets me from paperwork," I say to him walking forward to gear up. A padded shirt and fencing helmet, I grab a metal pipe and stretch my back, "Why do I not get gear?" the young Miller asks nervously at the other end of the training room. Hardwood flooring, the room bright with sun, "When you are out in the real world against demons, even tough souls, you will be unprotected as you are now. Padding would do you no good for when in the real world you can't have it," I tell young Miller circling around him as he now stands in the middle of the room. "You must show you can handle ANY and EVERY thing that COME to YOU!" I say swinging the pipe at him being blocked by his new sword scythe. "Do you understand?" I ask fighting my pipe against his sword faster. "yes!" he says nearly cutting my head off but I blocked in time, "Whoa, whoa, do be careful..." I say to him standing up straight.

    He gasped and bowed, "I'm sorry," I shake my head touching his shoulder, "No, no, it's alright, that's good killer quality for demons, remember out there, there is no stop button." He nods at me and shakes my hand, "Besides, when should you have to face another reaper?" I ask him with a smile. "It is an unfortunate thing, but it does sometime happen," William says patting Miller on his shoulder. "It seems you are ready, head to your new desk and start your day," William tells him with a short lived smile. Miller nods and smiles, "Thank you, thank you both sir, and I love my scythe. I will not be leaving your services ever!" he says happy shaking my hand walking off. Other reapers and scythe modifiers began leaving as well, "You make everyone so happy," William says placing a hand on my shoulder. "I don't try to... I just let others do as they may, and sometimes it just letting them hit a rock without either of them breaking or denting," I sigh looking back at him.

    "How about you and I?" William summons his scythe and twirls it, "I have paperwork," I tell him with a smirk. "Humor me... please.." he says stepping back. I smile and scuff, "And they say you aren't fun?" I chuckle lightly and remove my fencing helmet, I remove the padded jacket then walk back to him. "So.. Why don't you become a reaper? We could assign you a partner, someone to keep you in line..." William says shooting his scythe at me as I block it. "I don't want to lose my mind.. Simple, and even if I did not have a reason, my word is good enough," I tell him fighting him with the pipe. "True, but you could make more money.. not to mention work closer with Grell," he says aiming for my legs but I jump over them and swing for his face but he blocks it. "That is tempting... But I like the idea of meeting up with Grell and not already knowing about his day, and besides," I says hitting his wrist and sliding the pipe behind his neck.

    In the perfect choking hold, William smirks and I say low, "Who says I want someone to control me? I may do as I may here... I don't need anyone telling when I can and when I cannot kill, how I may and how I may not kill..." William nodded his head, his throat pressed against the pipe, "I understand... you are suffocating the beast rather than setting it free only to be put in a different cage," he says taking the pipe from his throat turning and looking at me. "Yes... exactly," I say with a sigh and look down, "I bet Grell loves the beast..." William says walking backwards to the exit. My eyes widen and I look to William's eyes in a bit of shock, "I just hope you do not hurt him one day no longer being able to control it. Your beast must roam free sometime, or it will attack the innocent," he says looking back at me leaving. I look down at the pipe in my hand, I do not wish to hurt my love. I should find some way to release this beast, or contain it for a bit time more. Heavy sighs leave my body as I look to the ceiling, I crack my neck once more, "Back to work.."
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I love Grell Sutcliff from Black Butler, yeah, one day was looking for a lot of Grell and Male fan fic, didn't find any, and thought you know I should write some, hopefully start a trend, I don't it has caught on yet, but I have put some nice ones out their to get some started. With that, I got here, yup and I am loving it. I don't ever draw the people I love, like Grell, for fear of altering their beautiful imperfections. I love hands, I love to draw hands, hands are my favorite part of the body. That and another thing, that makes me have a naughty mind. :P
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You are so amazing Heart Love 
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Yo Bro, never talked to you in forever! hows everything going?Smile Miguel 
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Pretty alright bud, what's up? What about you? How have you been? *hugs you quickly*
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Ahh, new grade and stuff, but im doing well! And im glad to see your doing alright :iconsnugplz:
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Aw, congratulations *smiles* Thanks yeah, I just needed a break from everything.
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*smiles* Share a little love... :snuzzle: V3 Here's a kiss for you, my love! :Luv: 
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