Imposition: Chapter Six by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter Six
They were walking slowly down the corridors, both of them filled with a small amount of dread as they neared the meeting room. Grell was absolutely terrified that he'd be killed, and William was more than worried that he was going to lose one of his better workers. Sure, after the latest incident, Grell couldn't exactly be counted as a good worker, but before that he had been admittedly one of the best. His anger had been blinding William, yes, he could admit to that. After all, it did not take five months to get over relationship that had started over a century beforehand. William was well aware of this, but he was able to successfully cut o
Imposition: Chapter Five by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter Five
There were times, William thought privately to himself, that the Shinigami justice system was absolutely, utterly useless. This was such a time. The hearing had gone on for nearly three hours, and it was frustrating William to no end. Grell would either live or die, and all evidence pertaining to the final decision had already been reviewed. There was absolutely no point whatsoever to have to read it out and attempt to argue diminished responsibility when the decision had technically already been made long before the hearing actually convened. Grell was simply sitting there, next to William, and was staring directly at the wall and nothing el
Imposition: Chapter Four by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter Four
"You do not get a choice in the matter!"
Alan froze.
Really, it wasn't as though he was trespassing, or eavesdropping. He had been sent for and, at finding the Director occupied with another one of the senior members of the London Branch, had been instructed to sit in the waiting area outside the mans office by the receptionist. It wasn't exactly his fault that the conversation on the other side of the door had turned into a heated argument, nor was it his fault he could hear it. Surely the receptionist was far more likely to gossip than he ever was. He wasn't breaking any rules, simply doing as he was told.
Alan had been unable to hear th
Imposition: Chapter Three by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter Three
There had been a lull in conversation. Understandable, of course, but annoying to Grell nonetheless. It was oddly hurtful, too. They'd had silences, long lapses in conversation where they'd simply get on with their own things in the same room of the house, but there'd never been any hint of anything else during them. Now, Grell felt uneasy; William seemed to be a barrel of gunpowder with a single trail leading from him, and the spark was anything that Grell would say. The tension could be cut with a knife, although Grell rather suspected that the knife would likely snap.
He was scared. William was absolutely livid, and Grell still wasn't ent
Imposition: Chapter Two by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter Two
Alan Humphries had, over the last few years, felt more than his fair share of pain. Most of it, however, had nothing against the back of Eric's serrated blade being slammed into his stomach to stop him running forward any further. The wind was knocked from him and, stumbling from the pain, Alan's footing on the roof they were running across dislodged. He fell to his knees, tearing open the trouser knee of his left leg and almost fell sideways off the side of the roof had Eric not grabbed his arm at the last possible second. His scythe clattered down the rooftop and to the floor below as Alan wheezed in pain, feeling his chest ache with the pa
Imposition: Chapter One by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Imposition: Chapter One
Grell had disappeared.
Completely and utterly disappeared.
William wondered if he should start attaching large wooden signs to his employees; ones that couldn't be removed with anything less than the saw that Eric used as his scythe. It wasn't as if they didn't know exactly where the man was, per se. There'd been around ten of them at one point in a single district of London searching for him, but with so many other Shinigami present it was hard to pinpoint an exact location, and no one could actually see the redhead in the sea of blondes, brunettes and less-than-glaring redheads.
Yes, wooden signs with their names on seemed to be the solu
Boundaries: Epilogue by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Boundaries: Epilogue
August 7th 1888, 2:00am
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"It's impossible."
The study was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a flickering, dying candle in the corner near the bookshelf. At the start of the conversation the candle had been fresh and new; now it was only minutes away from dying out completely. William was sitting at his wooden desk, enveloped in nearly complete darkness as the shadow of the man sitting on the desk in front of him hid the candle from his view. Nonetheless, William had read the document before him as was instructed, and completely refused to believe the contents. He stood up, moving away from his desk and over towards the b
Boundaries: Chapter Fourteen by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Boundaries: Chapter Fourteen
Grell flinched.
He'd expected pain. He had expected to see his cinematic record roll out before him as it should do, his result and punishment for foolishly forgetting that a demon had the power to change his looks. But he felt nothing. There was no pain, no blinding flash of light or pool of blood.
There was only a silence. He had fallen for one of the quick form changes of the remaining demon. He should have guessed from the mere purr that came from the lips of the tacky form of William that it had taken. The eyes had been a bit too bright, the back not quite straight enough as the demon had spoken, and in his exhaustion and dizziness Gre
Boundaries: Chapter Thirteen by TheCluelessUke, literature
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Boundaries: Chapter Thirteen
Never, at any point in his life, had William been more relieved at the overpowering scent of strawberries and vanilla essence than when it infiltrated his nose and hazed his senses in the vault. He would only ever associate that smell with one person, and although it was often strong, he was glad for it as it replaced the burning smell of the demons. Forcing his head to clear but still breathing the scent in, William forced his eyes to fully open despite the pain of the gouges in his side.
"How did you get in here?" William asked roughly, voice made almost inaudible due to the revving of the chainsaw below. Whereas William seemed to be half
A/N: This is set during Boundaries, and is Ronald's POV of the events up to Chapter Eleven!
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No one had ever been immune to his smile.
He could reel in men and women alike with the flash of his pearly whites and a wink of his eye, no matter the age, profession, or species. The human's were always the easiest to flirt with; flings here and there with the bored wife of a man he was sent to kill, or even vice versa, no one was immune. He considered his charms to be brilliant, amazing and effective.
And then Ronald was transferred from the West England branch at the same time that William T. Spears was transferred from the Northern Engla