After I had calmed down, he offered to walk me home. "D-do you re-really have a scythe?" I asked, still stuttering from all my crying I had done. He smirked.

"Yep. Will took it though." He laughed. "Anything else ya wanna know, dear?"

Okay. He's called me, "this pretty girl," "pretty lady," and now he called me "dear?" What the FUDGE is wrong with him!?

Clearing my throat, I began to list topics. "Your name, your job..." I trailed off and muttered, "obviously your favorite color is red..."

He laughed at my comment and put up his index finger. "To answer your first questions, my name is Grell Sutcliffe and...I'm a...a..." He paused and lowered his voice so others couldn't hear him. "I'm a Shinigami," he finished.