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(A/N: In this fanfic, reader-chan is a grim reaper like Grell. ^w^)

I sigh as I once again have to clean the lenses of my purple rimmed glasses. For some reason they always seem to get filthy, even when I’m doing absolutely nothing.

Once I was satisfied with their appearance, my green eyes scan the premises, looking to see if anyone is nearby.

Today I’m going on my deadliest and most dangerous mission.

I’m sneaking into the Head Grim Reaper’s office.

Nobody goes in there except him, and those who do gain the guts to enter, never come out.

But those sorry blokes were obviously not that bright, for they didn’t seem to think through what they were doing that well. For example, they enter when he is still in there, or when he just leaves, or is reading something.

I had waited until he went out; there’s this poor little shop keeper at the end of town whose time had come; and now I’m outside his door.

The plan is to quickly enter his room of doom, snap a few pictures, touch his famous chair, and run out like I never was in there in the first place.

Taking in another deep breath to gain my confidence, pushing my glasses back up, I throw the door open, and scurry inside.

Once inside, my face falls in disappointment. This was not at all what I pictured.

I was expecting some sort of high class, decorated room with a large padded, wooden chair, and a matching polished wood desk.

Instead I entered a plain room with next to nothing on the walls. Against the wall was a large wooden bookcase, cram packed so tightly with books, I don’t think even a piece of paper can slip through it.

In the dead center is a moderate sized desk, with a green padded chair behind it.

On the desk was a green, glass lamp, and papers in organized stacks.

Blinking my green orbs, I snap out of my daze and proceed to complete what I came in here to do in the first place.

Reaching into the pocket of my (f/c) sweater, I pull out my adorable (2/f/c) camera.

Holding it out in front of my face, I snap two pictures, and about to take another one, when the door behind me opens causing me to nearly jump out of my skin.

“Daaaaarling~ What are you doing in here?”

Slowly turning on my heel, I come face to face with the most annoying grim reaper in existence.

The reaper dyed in red,

Grell.

I gulp and quickly hide the camera behind my back. Nothing to see here!

This feminine, red haired male is known to be a major blabbermouth, and if he is to see what I was doing, I’d be toast. It’s bad enough that I was caught in the head’s office, if he was to know what I was doing…..woooo. Now that wouldn’t be good.

Chuckling, I twirl my (h/c) hair around my finger in feign innocence.

“Oh Grell! I didn’t see you there. How are you this fine day?”

The red haired man chuckles as well, and steps towards me, taking ahold of the lock of hair that I was messing around with in his fingers.

“My, my, my (Y/n)~! As much as I would love to discuss my lovely day with my Bassy with you, I think there is something here that needs to be fixed first~.”

Jerking my face away from him, I back up.

“I would love to hear about Sebastian. It would be an awesome subject in fact.”

My eyes look everywhere but him.

A squee is heard, and when I look up, I see Grell fangirling, erm fanBOYING, with an enormous blush across his features, and a derpy look on his face.

“Oh well I guess it can’t be helped. I’ll tell you about the marvelous Bassy~ You see today we went to go rescue that Phantomhive brat’s fiancée from some puppet maker~ And along the way, Bassy promised me a kiss at the end~!!! Isn’t that great?!”

While he was rambling on and on about that poor Sebastian bloke, I slowly begin to slink out, the camera still hidden behind my back.

“But at the end, it was all a lie~!!! My dear Bassy didn’t give me a kiss at all… It was so cruel~!”

I was almost at the door, when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed ahold of my shoulder causing me to jump.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Giggling nervously, I look at a very interesting spot on the wall.

“Eh, nowhere?”

“Good~!! You haven’t heard the rest of my tale! Hey, what’s behind your back?”

My eyes shot wide open and I snap my face towards him in alarm. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

“Oh it’s nothing! Nothing at all! Keep going with your story, I want to hear the rest of it.”

He suddenly leans down so that his face is mere centimeters from mine.

“Ah, ah, ah. (Y/n) darling, you aren’t being honest with me~”

His breath fans my face, as he slinks a hand around my torso in order to grasp the camera from behind me.

My face erupts into a bright red blush, as I quickly turn around so that the object was out of his reach.

He keeps advancing towards be however, with heart shaped eyes and a dreamy look on his features.

“What a beautiful shade your face has become (Y/n)~!!! It’s absolutely darling~! Red is such a great color on you don’t you know?”

He flashes me a toothy grin with his pointy teeth, and thrusts his arm forward so that is wraps around my waist. Drawing me closer to his lean body, he winks.

“I would love to see more of that you~”

I shriek quietly and if possible, my face darkens.

His hand creeps along behind me, and grabs ahold of the camera. Pulling it out of my grasp, he wags it teasingly back and forth in front of me.

“Tsk, tsk sweet (Y/n). What a villainous act you are committing. If the others were to know, especially the head himself~ Now that won’t be good at all darling~”

Panicking, I frantically shake my head back and forth, my green orbs full of fear.

“P-Please don’t tell anyone! I beg of y-you!”

He begins to laugh as he stares at me with a dreamy expression.

Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “Then persuade me. Let’s dye that pretty little face of yours red.”