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SO I HAD TO WAIT TILL YOU GUYS GAVE YOUR OPINIONS ON WHAT REAPER SHOULD BE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!!!!

Aha... let me just take myself out of my all caps rage......XP

OK! So, after waiting long enough for you guys to comment on who you wanted, I am happy to announce that the guest reaper is: I'M GOING TO LET YOU FIND OUT!!!!!

Yes, I talked with my friend, and deciedd on something that went with the plot, and would satisfy the readers who DID vote for a reaper! *gives them cookie* For those who didn't.... don't get pissed if the person you wanted didn't get picked! You never told me anything! *glares* other than that, Enjoy Insolence, chapter 7! :D

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"Grell Sutcliff! How many times have I told you?! The more you whine, the less your chances of getting your death Scythe back are! If you don't stop complaining, I'll demote you even more than you already are!"

"But Will! Darling! How could you-!"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME DARLING!!!!!"

Vangie stood in shock, watching two men argue back in forth in the dank little shop she had just stepped into. One was in all red, with flaming red hair, and glasses, while the onther, was more stoic looking, and wore a black business suit and spectecales. Which, Vangie noted, the red haired one also bore. There seemed to be an arguement going on about some sort of 'death scythe' and being demoted more.

There was a sudden burst of laughter, and Vangie glanced past the two agruing men, and beheld a long gray haired man, his eyes hidden by untrimmed bangs, a light scar trailing across his face, and a tophat that was positively in shreds. The black haired man who had been glaring at the redhead now shot a look at the gray haired man. "What is it now!?"

The gray haired man chuckled, "It appears we have a visitor!"

Vangie backed a step away when all the men (except the gray haired one, she couldn't see his eyes), shot her icy glares. She decided now would be a good time to hold her ground, especially if she wanted to find out what this was all about.

She shrugged and grinned sheepishly, "Sorry for interupting...(not) but- if you're wanting to argue about 'death scythes' and such in peace, I suggest you do it somewhere else." The black haired man's eyes narrowed, and his mouth tightened into a thin line.

"I'm afraid it is you who must leave. This is a private matter that in no way concerns you."

Vangie cocked her head to the side, "Why?"

"I don't need to explain to you."

"Why?"

"Please stop that."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Why?"

"Stop that!"

"Why?"

"If you don't stop, I'll shorten your lifespan drastically."

"Wh- Wait, what?"

The red haired one, who had been watching the two speak, rolled his eyes and jumped between them, waving about frantically, "DON'T YOU DARE GET NEAR MY DEAR WILLIAM!!! DIRTY LITTLE GIRL! HE'S MINE!!!!!!!!!! BESIDES, YOU'RE A HUMAN!!!!!! HE'S A REAPER!!!!! HE BELONGS WITH OTHER REAPERS!!!!!!!!" Vangie's eyes widened, and before the redhead could say anything else, he was immediately bopped (rather roughly) on the head by the man Vangie guessed was named William.

"You guys are saying you aren't even human?!" Vangie asked in surprise, her eyes wide with amazement at the redhead's earlier statement. Or at least, she was pretty sure she had heard what he had said correctly, and with the way it was said, it could be concluded that if being 'human' was an insult, the man was obviously not human... and she wasn't sure what a reaper was... unless...

'William' glared angrily at the flamboyant man currently laying on the ground beside him. "Grell Sutcliff," he said in a deadpan tone, "You are a hopeless moron. Not only do you whine constantly about working, you have just revealed who we are to a human."

'Grell's' eyes widened, and he angrily stood up, "Well! I can't believe myself! Oh well, Will, dear! We'll have to dispose of the girl! But who cares?! What's one girl, more or less?!" He pulled out a pair of what looked like scissors, and proceeded to creep towards Vangie, who was simply standing there, soaking everything in. Upon noticing that a stranger with scissors and a malicious look in his eyes was approaching her, Vangie backed away slightly.

"Hold the fuck on! What're you doing?!" She said, a trace of worry entering her voice. She wouldn't have been afraid of the man, except that she didn't have her satchel of tools with her. In other words, she didn't have; her knife, her slingshot, pebbles, and string, all of which could come in handy in a fight. She especially didn't like the fact that apparently, the man wasn't human.

'Grell' grinned peevishly, "Getting rid of a problem!" He cooed, his voice going an octave higher. He then raced towards her with the scissors, and Vangie, seeing his intentions, lept out of the way, and hid behind a coffin.

"WHAT THE HELL, DUDE!?!?" She yowled, scrambling up the coffin, glad that she was small enough to do so. Grell charged the coffin, and threw his weight against it, causing it to start to tip. Vangie tried to jump off, but ended up falling right into the redhead's arms, which were wide open, hoping to somehow kill her. His eyes lit up with happiness, realizing the chase had just gotten easier.

"DIEEEEE!!!!"

But before the scissors could get closer to Vangie's face, they were stopped by a rather angry looking 'William'. "Honestly Grell, are you more of an idiot than you appear?"

Grell looked up with innocent eyes, "But Will, darling! We have to kill her, and paint her a lovely shade of red!"

William rolled his eyes, "Once again, you are an idiot. You've skipped two steps, and a possible way to resolve this without dirtying your reputation further."

Grell gave William a rather baffled look, "What do you mean, William Dear!? There's only one way to solve this!" He made a throat slitting motion with his free hand, and nodded towards Vangie, who was sitting, rather awkwardly in the fallen Grell's lap.

William rolled his eyes, "Grell, number one ; we can't kill her. She hasn't been put on the list of 'to die' so we could be demoted, you more than me. Number two ; you do realize we could just force her to keep quiet about us? You truly are a moron."

While Grell sat still, seeming a little bit dazed by what William had just stated, Vangie carefully slid out of the redhead's lap. William shot her a death glare, "Stay here. This does concern you."

Vangie, being who she was, immediately hopped up and was off like a shot to the door. But before she could get there, she tripped over... that god damned dress. It was one of those times where the floor was far too friendly and welcoming to her liking. Just before her face met the lovely dirt, she was caught and hoisted up by Grell.

She raised an eyebrow, and began struggling, "Eh?! What're you doing?!"

Grell had a rather happy look on his face, "William promised me something very special if I caught you!"

Vangie turned to see a rather annoyed and unhappy looking William. Whatever he had promised Grell to keep him from hurting her, it wasn't to his liking.

Grell, however, seemed quite cheery. "Oh, Will Darling, how I love you!"

William looked off to the side, his facial features contorting into something that resembled a mixture of disgust and annoyance, "I wish I could say the same...scratch that- I have never wished such a thing upon myself."

Grell looked crestfallen for a moment, then he smiled, as thought sharing an inside joke, picked up the now thouroughly confused Vangie, and waltzed over to William. He then plopped a rather shell shocked Vangie in front of the glaring, at least six foot tall man.

William leaned down so that he was eye level with Vangie, who, recovering from her surprise of all the past events, crossed her arms and glared back. William simply kept his face blank, adjusting his glasses so that he could better see her.

"You remind me of the big bad wolf."

The black haired man gave the pinkette a rather confused look, "Excuse me?"

"You know, like the wolf from little red riding hood! Because you are really sneaky and grumpy looking, and when you adjusted your glasses, I thought of the line the wolf says; 'Why are my eyes so big? The better to see you dear!' "The girl gave him an expectant look, waiting for his reply.

The man stayed silent for a moment, then simply mused, "You are a strange child. Even for a puolituinen."

Vangie raised an eyebrow, "A what?!"

William shrugged, "A simple assumption. You're obviously not a full hu~!" He was interupted by a loud 'THUMP!' and the sound of a girlish squeal. The next thing Vangie knew, she was being glomped by a little blonde ball of 'cuteness'.

"EVANGELINEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" Lizzie squealed, "I SAW YOU WALK INTO THIS HORRID PLACE, AND THEN WHEN YOU DIDN'T COME OUT AFTER FIVE MINUTES, I GOT WORRIED, SO I RAN IN!!!! HOW COULD YOU AVOID MEEEEEEE?!?!"

Vangie clawed her way out of the blonde's grip, and pointed in front of her angrily, "I was just talking to this man, he-!"

"What man?"

Vangie huffed and glared, loosing her patience, "Who do you think?! The man who was...standing...there?" she realized that the man who had been so closely scrutinizing her was gone. He had somehow just...dissappeared. She looked around the room in panic, wondering where he was. Everyone there was gone. 

Except for the laughing gray-haired man, the rest of the strange company had just evaporated. Vangie shrugged, deciding to play it cool, despite being thouroughly mystified, "Just kidding. I saw this place and thought it was a weaponry or forge or something... I thought it's be more interesting than a candy shop!"

LIzzie huffed, as though incredibly dissapointed in Vangie, "Well it isn't! It's some dank, boring, uncute place! We're leaving!"

Vangie was then forcefully dragged towards the door, and, being so confused, didn't even try to resist. Just as she was about to walk out though, she felt a cold, bony hand, grip her shoulder. She spun around to see the gray-haired man grinning wildly, "Come back any time~! You're a rather amusing puolituinen, and you should get fitted for a coffin soon! Kekeke~"

Vangie was now incredibly stymied, "A puolitu-WHAT-en?!"

The man simply laughed, "Ohhh~ I'm sure you'll figure it out one day! Oh, and before I forget, here!" he shoved a small card, like one you would find in an office, in her hand.

"William sends his appologies for leaving on such short notice! He apparently had to scurry~ But he says that if you have any questions, to just...hmmm... mosey on down to the address printed here," he pointed to some silver writing that shimmered on the business card, "And ask to speak to Grell Sutcliff~!"

"But I-!"

Before Vangie could say anything else, she was shoved through the door, and out into the cold, only to be embraced by Lizzie.

"C'MON, EVANGELINE!!!! TIME TO HEAD HOME!!!!" Lizzie crowed, pulling Vangie towards a carridge waiting for them. 

Vagnie paid no attention to the petty things Lizzie went on about on the ride home.

She was more focused, on what the hell had just happened...

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Erpdderp... finished! Sorry for keeping you guys waiting! I've been lazy! Hehe... if you wanna get an idea of what Willaim was calling Vangie, just look up 'puolituinen' on google translate! :3

Hehe... I'm sorry that there was no Ronald knox!

And that this chappy sucked!

Anywho... remember...

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Peace, love, and chocolate cake! Yum...

Yours, not so truly,

Michiyo