The Grim Reaper

Fanfic by Violetofen4==Prologue==There are many jobs of a reaper. Soul collecting, Record keeping, and perhaps, decisions. Decisions seem like a harmless little bit. Something that can never hurt you. Just wait, my dear friends, and see the truth. That decisions can lead to something more than you expected. Death....or love.==Chapter 1==The young man sat down with a pencil in hand, a stack of carefully written documentations. "Elizabeth Stattriotch." he mused, and crossed the name out wistfully. In the dark of his cobweb-ridden room, his green eyes, an unnatural lime, glistened with curiousity. "In which is reaped. I will send this one back to the Reaper Society as soon as possible." A knock alarmed the man, who combed back his short, neat black hair. He carefully hit the papers and walked towards the handle shakily, slowly turning the golden thing gently and pulling backwards. "Oh!" Startled, he immediately recognized the person standing in front of him to be his best friend. "Really, Alois, you must seriously consider brightening up the place. It looks like something died in here!" the new man said gleefully, his own set of those emerald-lime eyes sparkly. "And you, Edwin, need to get a darker personality. You're too bright to be a reaper." Alois replied sharply, eyebrow twitching in irritation. "Perhaps." Edwin pouted, looking at his shoes. "Come on in." And so, Alois and Edwin had a long discussion.==Chapter 2==It was dawn. Light hurt Alois' eyes. He ran a hand through his hair again, putting back on his glasses. They were pentagonal with silver frames that made his green eyes look a bit more normal. A letter fluttered through his window. With a yawn, he rose to the white carpeting and picked up the small purple envelope, which read: "Dear Alois Bonstein, It is your upmost duty to complete one more reaping this term. We're giving you one month to decide if Lilian Bouregard deserves death or not, and then reap her soul. We're counting on you. -Reaper Society" Alois blinked, then smiled. Another mission. More Reaping Popularity. The man quickly dressed himself, pulling on a tailcoat and white gloves, then briefly walked to his briefcase. And he was out the door. It was a peaceful, sunny day. ...Alois despised sunny days... He walked down the path and slowly read over the paper again... And then it happened. The flowing golden locks. The pink parasol. Those...blue eyes. Alois stared after her, realising this was the one. He was ready for her reaping.==Chapter 3==Alois followed after her, only for Edwin to walk in his path. "Ello Alo." Edwin giggled. "You're so immature." The black-haired man walked around him, suitcase in hand, knife in pocket. MORE COMING SOON