(Chapter 1, part 2 of 2) That Shinigami, Watching over

{Heads up! You are going to "Be in this chapter". When you see (Y/N), that's an optional insert for "Your Name". Got it? Okay, great!}

She took in the smell of the oak wood trees around her, the damp feel of the wet branch she sat apon made her lower part... quite wet. Now was the time that Amoura had been assigned to watch over this man who was supposedly "supposed" to become a demon. She looked at the file in the open book she had in her lap once again, checking the picture to double check her target. Sure, she had a decent memory for a reaper, but remember, she mustn't even bother to risk anything. If she were to mess anything up, there would be no doubt that she would have to write a letter of apology to father, or maybe even a harder punishment.

Though she barely made any mistakes while working, it was still better to make sure she wouldn't get into trouble. In the 63 years she had been working, she had rarely ever been dealing with a case that involved a demon. It was never meant to be something to brag about,- but Amoura was a very skilled fighter- she was strong, efficient,

The perfect grim reaper, something you would expect to see in a death god. She was even stronger than ones on the higher ranked stage. Especially him- - The man she couldn't stop thinking about...

Of course, she couldn't stop thinking about him, that one star student who only went by his tagged number. "Afterlife Citizen #136648", the silver haired reaper who seemed to be very serious about his work. Now, the thing is, when humans first became reapers, they usually went by their name from back when they were alive - but this man,- did he choose to be addressed like this?

He was colleagues with Othello; the reaper on the forensics division whom was also Amoura's "friend" (From the manga, once again). If you put it in a way, Amoura really didn't have much friends. She was a very serious worker, someone who barely usually let her emotions ruin her job. Other than being angry and focused, those were pretty much the emotions that she ever *showed*.

Yes, take note. She had many other emotions obviously, but she had been trained, and trained to "do the job properly". A professional that very few were.

Amoura looked around the scattered forest of trees, a very spacious area where kids could run and play. The evening sun beaming down on her had made her warm and comfy for the spot on this tree, considering that she had been sitting here for around 30 minutes.

She didn't feel much uncomfortable due to her extra job of 9 hours for working as a lady in general affairs. Sitting for that long has gotta do at least something to your bum, no? She had been undercover as a Lady in general affairs since the start. It would give away who she really was, and deep down, she didn't want attention from anyone. She knew people had respect for the "Mistress Shinigami", but none of them actually knew who it was under the cloak that the "Mistress" wore.

Nowadays, beings just liked to revolve around the idea of men working more than women. It was basically just a fact by now, and you would rarely ever see a female lead anything but a household and her children, working for Kings and Dukes of the richest.

Ah, repayment. What everyone works for. Reapers worked for--

"Fynlo! Vous devez vous dépêcher!"

French? Wait a moment--

"Yes, yes! Je sais!"

A mixture of both English and French?

Amoura looked around from her seat, scanning the ground to see a female and a man whom she assumed must have been the sources of the voices. She stayed hidden among the trees, watching the two.

The woman was sprinting across the forest as Amoura could tell from a distance, the man catching up to her in huffs and puffs. On the other hand, the red haired woman didn't look even remotely as tired as her accompanist, her loose dress trailing behind her in the self produced breeze that she created whilst running. She assumed that the duo were peasants from the clothing they were wearing; clothing that was rugged and at its most simplistic design, solid colours of a dark maroon and a light brown, though she was pretty sure the light brown may have been white and and then dirtied after. They ran in almost complete unison, a gap of around 3 meters separating them.

Then, gears in Amoura's brain started running again.

Her eyes widened as she quickly glanced at her book, and back at the running man who was beginning to fade from her sight.

It was him! She didn't know why she hadn't had caught on to this earlier- the raven black hair, his hazel red eyes - she should have been paying attention! The reaper quickly stood up straight from her branch, closing the book and hunching it between her left arm.

She better not loose him.

Amoura went to hopping across the trees, following the two who continued to run for god knows what.

(So if you haven't caught on, the man Amoura spotted was Sebastian. The version she sees of is of him is similar to the one you see in the anime/manga, but his face is a little different, because he hasn't even met Ciel or his father, therefore, he can't take a form that looks like Vincent. But for your experience, you can imagine him however you want, Vincent look alike or not.)

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There they were, Amoura, Fynlo, and (Y/N) in the same area. Speaking of the area around them, it had seemed that they had stopped at the man's house.

Amoura had been following the two by walking distantly far from them, so that she wouldn't be noticed. The other option was to jump from each building as other reapers usually did. But the problem was, they couldn't be seen, and She could. Reapers who had killed them selves were technically dead, even when you "bring them back to life" as reapers. Their hearts didn't beat either, so they were basically ghosts. Amoura was born a reaper, a Reaper Father and his human "Wife".

Since Amoura was born a reaper, and never died, she was literally physically existing. She could be seen by other humans while the rest wouldn't. While being a head mistress gave you power, being able to be seen during work was troublesome. Only people who are about to die are able to see reapers, but it didn't matter if it was Amoura collecting the souls anyway...

Right now, she sat on a small hill of green grass, a place where you could see the house and its surrounding buildings and a few trees similar to it. This village was quite large, busy with people, and not far from Lord Faustus' mansion (Claude's mansion. He is a human at the moment, and a wealthy man too).

It had been about 1 hour since she had run off to follow the two and to be honest, she had no idea what was going to happen to this man. The woman, (Y/N), had been a slave of Lord Faustus as far as she knew. Her best guess was that she escaped and took the way through the forest by the mansion.

Were these two lovers?

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Y/N's P.O.V. {Point of view}

"Fynlo, please. I just want to be with you!" I said, gripping on to the hem of his shirt while pleading with dread. Fynlo gripped my shoulders, looking me in the eyes.

"Y/N, nay (no), don't be scared. I promise to you that Lord Faustus shall not take you away from me! I will protect you-"

I was so sure about his words -the words that made my chest ache for him- , I felt so safe in his arms then when with anyone else, I had so much faith until--

"There! That house! It belongs to him! Go, go!"

The distant yelling instantly made me break down in tears, huddling into Fynlo's chest and clenching more of his shirt into my fists. Fynlo growled as he hugged me tighter. I could feel his heart, and how fast it was going.

It all happened so fast, and as soon as I knew it, the door busted open and the yelling was now right in front of us.

I couldn't see anything, my head refused to turn around and see the guards who were now telling Fynlo to surrender at gun point. I just cried, hopping for a miracle for the first time in years.

✧End of Chapter✧

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