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Chapter 6 ~

Grell trekked angrily down the cobblestones, both hands in his pockets as Calla walked ahead of him, silently.

He honestly dreaded having to train with her again, especially in a place so far away from Riley. Speaking of Riley, he was a bit anxious from what he'd seen earlier, but he tried not to let it get to him.

This time, though, he had a plan.

They hadn't quite made it halfway to London, when Grell had seen Riley suddenly.

There were several things wrong with him seeing her that day: one, she had no reason to be so far away from home; two, she was walking the backstreets, which lead to just about anywhere and had just happened to cross paths with the main road; three, she'd been with William again.

This last fact confused and worried him more than anything. Why in the world was she sticking around with William so often?!

Why William?!

What did Will have that he didn't?

And where had they been going together?! Back roads connected to just about any other road, but they were also less conspicuous ways of travelling. So they hadn't wanted to be seen...

Grell was about nauseous as he walked. His mind was running away with all sorts of reasons his Riley and William would be adventuring together. He imagined William trying to take her away from him, and Grell ended up clenching his teeth in anger.

"What's wrong with you?" Cal asked him suddenly, glancing over at him as if he were a moron.

"Don't tell me you didn't see Riley and your brother walking the back roads together," Grell cried, putting his hands against his face in despair.

Cal cracked what seemed to be a mischievous smile.

"I did see them," she replied. "Why? Does that bother you?"

"Of course not," Grell tried to act indifferent toward the situation, and Calla went back to her silence again.

But Grell couldn't control his imagination.

What if Riley and Will were secretly seeing each other while he was away?!

No, no, no... Grell couldn't get carried away. Riley had literally confessed her love for him last night. She wouldn't lie to him like that.

Unless... She was just befriending Will because she was lonely and Will was the one pursuing HER!

Grell about passed out at the thought.

Why did his cupcake have to be so beautiful? He knew something like this was bound to happen!

Grell truly felt about to be sick.

"Cal," he said suddenly, and the girl glanced over at him apathetically. "We have a stop to make before we head to the first name on the List."

"A stop?" the girl repeated.

"Yes! A friend of mine... I need to ask him a favour..."

Grell only hoped that nothing too dramatic happened before he got there.

...

Grell and Calla stood before the Undertaker's building, and the sign clanked eerily against the wooden sides. It was just as he remembered.

"Isn't he the man William said was no good?" Cal asked Grell suddenly.

"He may have given up reaping, but let me tell you!" Grell exclaimed. "He knows what he's talking about!"

"What's this favour you need to ask him, anyhow?" Cal inquired.

"That's none of your concern!" Grell chirped, heading toward the door in half-anxiety.

"It's about your girlfriend, am I correct?" Cal stated blunty.

Grell sighed in agitation, and put a hand to his temple as if he'd gotten a sudden headache.

"It may be, but let me give you a piece of advice, child," Grell added, with a roll of his eyes. "Don't be so nosy. It's not an endearing quality."

"I don't care about endearing," Cal replied with narrowed eyes. "All I want is to train and be the best reaper out there. And if I have to be distasteful to reach that goal, then so be it."

Grell's gaze softened a bit as he listened to her, and put a hand on the doorknob in hesitation.

"There's more to life than being the best reaper," Grell told her seriously. "I used to feel the same way you do now, but I learned quickly that being a reaper is pressuring work. If you don't learn to lighten up, then you don't have any escape... And you crack."

Cal was silent and didn't respond, so Grell went ahead and opened the door to the Undertaker's building.

He stepped into the cold and had to let his eyes adjust to the darkness around him.

Surprisingly, the Undertaker was already in the main room, bending forward to heave a heavy-looking sack into the middle of the room.

"Well, hello, Undertaker!" Grell exclaimed happily.

The man stood up from his work and tossed Grell a confused expression before his frown widened into a grin.

"It's the reaper, Grell Sutcliff!" Undertaker replied. "And this young lady here is Calla Spears, William T. Spears' sister, it is! Welcome, welcome."

He motioned for them to walk farther into the room.

Grell tossed Calla a confused expression, of how Undertaker already knew of her, but the girl only shrugged a bit in apathy.

The two walked where Undertaker told them, and he continued talking the entire time.

"Don't mind me bag, there, it's just me biscuits," he chattered away, somewhat suspiciously. "What can I do for ya, Grell Sutcliff?"

Grell snapped back to attention from where he'd been staring at the lumpy sack on the floor with narrowed eyes, and cleared his throat, awkwardly.

"Oh, yes!" Grell started, with a hand to his chin. "I was wondering if you would do me a favour."

"A favour, is it?" Undertaker repeated, not seeming surprised in the slightest.

"Yes. You see, I've been paired with Cal here as her trainer, and that has left Riley alone- you remember Riley, don't you?" Grell asked suddenly.

"Of course, of course!" Undertaker exclaimed, waving both hands dismissively. "I remember her as if I'd only just seen her, I do!"

"Brilliant," Grell continued, happily giving the man a quick grin before continuing. "Well... I'm worried about her, because she's left alone, and she's been spending an awful lot of time with William..." He paused to roll his eyes at the mention of Will's name. "I was wondering if you would keep an eye on her for me. Let me know what she's been doing, if she's alright and such."

Undertaker's bottom lip pouted out a bit and he scratched his head in confusion.

Then, he burst into laughter.

Grell didn't know why the man was laughing, but figured it probably wasn't important because Undertaker was a strange sort of man anyhow. He probably thought it was quite hilarious that Grell was asking him to be a private investigator of sorts, only because he was jealous.

"Oh, I understand ya," Undertaker laughed, finally settling down and wiping a tear from his hidden eyes. "I'll keep an eye on her for ya, reaper. If it'll do ya good, I'll find ya and tell ya everything I find out."

Grell gave him a smile and nodded.

"Thank you!" Grell replied enthusiastically. "That would help me out greatly!"

"I thought so, I did," Undertaker said, still highly amused.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out two bone-shaped biscuits. He tossed each Cal and Grell one before leading them toward the door.

"I hope ya find your answers, reaper," Undertaker added, giving them a sly grin.

"I appreciate your help," Grell replied, before the door slowly shut in their faces and cackling was heard on the other side as Undertaker went back to work.