"You will go, and you will learn why it is that I left. Some things you will like and others you will hate, they will teach you to take others lives, to be ruthless, you will like the power you will gain but don't let it over power you. Show them what it means to be a Grim Reaper, it's in your blood..."

Chapter One: His Daughter in Training

I figure it best to say I have pretty big shoes to fill, if any. My father left behind a legacy, one to which I was never supposed to inherit. A job he never wanted me to fulfill, his precious child of Innocence stained with blood red hands. Alike him I was stubborn and quite naive. I ran into many obstacles in my journey to find him, a red headed reaper and a demon butler to name a few. My father's past finally caught up with him leaving my brother's life dangling from a single thread, a thread to which I climbed until I was victorious. Now that that journey is done it is time to begin a new, leave a legacy of my own. My name is Belladonna Montuebellum-Eden, daughter of Undertaker and now, despite my father's wishes, a reaper in training.

I set the round circular spectacles onto the bridge of my nose and did not notice an immediate change. These glasses are special they say, a reapers identity. Though not needed for the correction of vision; one glance threw these lens in the mortal world and you can see the date a person is set to die. Like a clock winding itself back wards. Some may have months, some hours, others only seconds. Us reapers are to collect those ticking souls when they finally come to an end- interceptors between life and death.

"This way" William, I learned his name to be; beckoned with a small wave of his hand.

I walked threw a narrow hall and into a building strange and unfamiliar to me. The floor was cold and shiny, the walls were bare and people sat at metal desks typing away at flat machines with bright screens. It took quite some time for my eyes to adjust to the bright lights attached to the ceiling- shinning so bright with out the need for fire. I walked beside a desk and sitting on top of it was none other than Grell Sutcliff. First time I met this reaper he was about to end my brother's life with his rotating contraption of a scythe, though I've moved pasted it, the memory still haunts me.

"Sit" William ordered. I sat in a small chair adjusting the black pants they've required me to wear along with a suit vest and jacket that constricted my chest almost as worse as a corset. This uniform was certainly not made for a women to wear.

I looked in front of me toward the wall to see a long white sheet of paper with black letters growing smaller as you traveled down the page.

"Mmhhhm!" Grell whined looking away from his red hair he was toying with.

"Long time no see, hm~ Belladonna!" he winked. He scooted around on the table folding his legs Indian style while placing his arm under his chin as he looked me over. His vibrant green eyes looking so vivid in contrast with his jet black eyeliner and long black eyelashes. He leaned towards me suddenly opening his eyes wider as he studied my face.

"You look even more like your father with those glasses on! Ohhh! Undertaker the things we could do together!" He exclaimed leaning back over the desk with flustered pink cheeks. I winced as he stressed the word 'things' and could only image what type of 'activities' he could only dream of doing with my father. "We could have little Belladonna's of our own!" I snorted at his comment looking down at his hand gently squeezing his abdomen while his other fell over his forehead dramatically.

"Then maybe I should take these glasses off if your just going to do that every time I wear them." I giggled.

I figured I'd leave Grell's fantasies of my father at bay; to his is own I shrugged. Although I am well adjusted to Grell's sexual fits they still make me a bit uncomfortable at times.

"Look at the vision board please" William began, picking up a metal clip board like a doctor.

"We saw each other this morning...you kidnapped me, remember" I added, looking to the vision board but continuing to talk to Grell.

This morning I was sitting around a grand dinning hall with Lord Phantomhive and his servants who I now call my friends. Absorbing my brother's warm embrace as we celebrated my twenty-first birthday. Crimson eyes followed by pale puckered lips fell onto mine, his gentle hands and nails painted black weaving their way around my waist.

I broke away from that sudden memory before I was to get too carried away. That life is gone to me now, I sighed.

Grell laid himself out on the desk, uncaring of the papers he was crumpling beneath his back. His black and red high heeled shoes hanging off the desk edge.

"Oh, sorry about that Love~ Will can be such a sadist at times" Grell smiled looking at Williams back side. The reaper in reference only rolled his eyes knowing very well Grell was folding him with his perverted green eyes. It astonished me that William was so used to this he didn't tell Grell to stop; mostly because I secretly think he enjoys the attention, even if Grell can be a pain.

"How did you three end up finding me?" I asked, looking to the red reaper. My birthday celebration was interrupted by the three bombarding reapers breaking in. The only one missing was the blonde-brunette; if I can recall he said his name was Ronald? I rubbed my hand over my wrist still sore from Williams scythe that was clasped around it. The one part about that whole situation I remembered clearly.

Two hands grabbed at either side of my temples and jerked my head back to the white sheet of letters.

"Look forward" William ordered once more beginning to loose his patience.

"Your going to read the letters from top to bottom, this test is to see if the glasses are compatible with your eyes. Read as far as you can, until you can no longer see the letters, and if you must know, your father gave me your location"

"What!" I yelled, snapping my head up towards the reaper. William grunted and jerked my head back to the screen-test for a second time.

"Sorry," I complied with a huff. "Why would Undertaker do that?" I asked genuinely concerned, I know his job is to give out information but I want none of if pertaining to me.

"Your the one who wanted to be here in the first place, what other reason does he need to contact me" Will replied.

I rolled my eyes, he could have at least given me a heads up or a day to say goodbye. I could picture my brother now still standing in the corridor of the Phantomhive estate wondering where I vanished off to. I suddenly felt a knot curl in my chest. Acheron and I were just reunited, we had just overcome a devastating time in our lives and once again I left him alone. I furrowed my eyebrows in determination, I'll make it up to him, I promise.

"You may begin" I heard a voice say out of the corner of my concentration.

"Huh? oh, hmm" I looked closer at the paper placed behind the screen, I focused on the letters and they appeared crystal clear as if they were right before my eyes.

"IUA..FEA..ERCAE..D..W" I began.

"Wait, how are you reading those?" Will interrupted.

I stopped reading the small letters and remained looking at the paper attentively.

"Am I allowed to look away now?" I mocked, hearing Will grunt.

"Yes" he retorted.

"Thank you, and I was reading it just as you ordered, why?"

"Those letters are hidden purposely, no one should be able to read them. Those there at the very bottom, I cant even see.." He replied.

I looked to Grell who was also stunned and began lifting himself to a sitting position on the desk while crossing his legs.

"Take them off" Will ordered, I complied without question, mostly because I thought something had gone terribly wrong.

I gasped as William took my chin lightly in his hands and studied my eyes with a looked of bewilderment. His perfectly shaped brows furrowed slightly: his intense green eyes liquifying, his jet black locks of hair combed to perfection.

"You know- Grell is right. You are handsome" I whispered, seeing his cheeks darken to a light red color.

"Mmhhmm!" Grell agreed.

"Quiet." Will spat shifting his gaze to Grell who only blew him a small kiss in reply; Will's brow began to twitch slightly as he glared at his red headed nuisance.

"Green, and blue around the pupil.." he muttered.

"Blue! my mother's eyes were blue, I was afraid I'd lost them" I smiled.

He let go of my chin and I placed my hand on my cheek stunned, my mother died when I was born. My hair was white from my father's side and eyes blue from my mother's side. After my transformation into a reaper my eyes were stripped from sapphire to green. The only piece I had left of my mother I thought I had lost forever. She's not completely gone after all, I thought cheerfully.

"Here, read the screen again this time without the glasses" William pushed a small button on a hand held device and the screen changed it's formation.

I peered at the screen again, first seeing a mass of blurry figures then as I focused a bit harder they all came into view.

"SEBYRWKV..YSC..ED..U-"

"Extraordinary" William muttered.

"She doesn't need them at all!" Grell exclaimed. "You girly are one of a kind" He winked.

"Well my father doesn't wear glasses, maybe I inherited it from him" I shrugged toggling the black frames in my hands. I was secretly happy I did not have to wear the glasses, mostly because they were so unappealing! I would have no problem if I got to wear some pretty ones like Grells or even William's. The difference was that their frames actually fit their faces and personalities, these ones I have to wear just look like old 'hand-me-downs' they didn't want to throw away.

"Maybe that might be the case Miss Eden, lets move on" William whispered. "And you! GET OFF MY DESK!" He yelled pointing a cold finger at Grell. The red reaper pouted.

"You treat me so coldly" He whined as he slid off the desk taking a number of flies with him onto the floor.

William glared at him. "Your picking those up"

I covered my mouth as I tried to muffle my laughter; those two were quite the pair even if William couldn't see it, Grell and I sure did.

William began to write down on the clip board vigorously documenting my vision test or lack there of. Afterwards we headed to a different section where other reapers were waiting in line. I set the glasses back to my face with Williams permission that I was allowed to keep them. He told me that once I became a true reaper I would also receive a custom pair; which only gave me the motivation to wear my training pair, no matter how ugly they were.

My stomach jumped at how many reapers I would soon be training with, I've not very good with making new friends and all of them looked to already have a set of companions.

I walked to the end of a line alike the others even though I had no idea what for.

"No, come with me" William said ordering me to join him and Grell.

Grell, Will, and I walked towards the front of the line and most of the students attention flickered towards our direction.

"Hey, why does she get to cut!" One of the boys whined.

"Don't you know who that is?" Another with brown hair asked the one who had been whining.

"No, but man she's hot!" Another chorused, joining in on their conversation.

"Her dad is a legend you idiots.." The brunette replied to both of them.

"No way, your talking about that one guy..uhh?"

"The Grim Reaper.." He finished.

They continued to flaunt unaware I could hear their every word, But I paid them no mind. We stopped at another desk where a highly enthusiastic reaper sat.

"Ronald right!" I smiled. The reaper stood and grabbed my hand kissing the knuckles.

"plaisir de vous rencontrer madame" he winked. pleasure to meet you madame.

"le plaisir est pour moi" I replied. the pleasure is all mine.

"I read your file and saw you were born in Paris, I think that's totally cool..." He began.

I smiled at his enthusiasm, William cleared his throat loudly and Ronald silenced himself. "aww" I whined. I wanted to talk to him, he seemed to want to know more about my home which would help since I'm feeling incredibly home-sick right now.

"Register Miss Eden for a training scythe.." He ordered.

"Right away sir!" Ronald saluted jokingly, then scurried off into a secluded area in the back. Grell weaved his way to the other side of the desk and took a seat pulling a nail file out of his pocket and began shaving his red nails; his long legs resting on top of the desk.

I turned around and leaned against the desk as everyone's attention seemed to be occupied. I glanced up at the other reaper's to see a line full of green eyes staring me down.

What's up with these people? I moved my grey hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. I tilted my head to the side as I noticed something odd, turning to William I spoke.

"Why am I the only girl here?" I asked, William looked like he was about to answer my question but, chose to ignore me. I glanced around the room to see the majority of people in this office were men, all the women sat behind desks or were filing papers. They didn't wear ill fitted suits, they wore finely tailored pencil skirts and vest jackets that fit to curve over their breast unlike mine that flattened them down.

"Will. Why am I the only girl registering for a death scythe?" I said more sternly this time placing my hands on my hips. I'm not looking for a fight but if we must then I won't hesitate. I'm not here only to train as a reaper after all. One of my missions is to find out why the rules in this place are so strict.

He sighed and adjusted his black rectangular glasses on the bridge of his nose. His piercing green eyes met mine nonchalantly, as if he had practice saying this before.

"A rule that was passed over twenty years ago, after your father had left to be precise. Women are forbidden to become Grim Reapers"

"What? how..why?" I replied in disbelief, encouraging him to elaborate.

"Women are...fertile, they are always tied in emotions that cloud their better judgement and hinder them from completing their work. Majority of deserters who chose to leave this job were women, the majority who were severely injured and had to resign were women. Reapers are not supposed to reproduce and women get in the way of keeping the rule intact.." He replied with a roll of his tongue, no matter how offended I became in the process.

"Women have been resorted to filing paper work, office duties, library sorting, and other tedious jobs that will keep them far away from reaping.."

I huffed, feeling the pressure in my cheeks. "So then why the hell am I here?" I replied crossing my arms over my chest swelled in anger.

The boys in line watched as my temper began to fester, apparently using a tone like mine towards William is unsightly around here.

"Exactly what I mean, you are angered aren't you? So quickly your attitude changed. Emotions in this job are useless, you might as well learn to forget them."

I huffed looking away from him, my bottom lip poking out defiantly. Undertaker told me about these rules, he knew I would despise them, but I never expected to be defying them by my sheer existence. William spoke as if I were some female abomination.

"Your here because of who your father is-" William continued, although I've absolutely had enough with this conversation.

"So your saying that if my father wasn't The grim reaper, I wouldn't be here-" I replied.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, or you'll be like that lovely lady of there coping documents where you belong"

He pointed towards a random woman sitting at a desk happily typing her life away.

I turned and stocked towards him although he was a few inches taller. I stood on the tips of my toes and glared up at him as if he were beneath me.

"Well, maybe I don't want to be here, then I wouldn't have to deal with an uptight sexist prick like you"

"Ohh ho hooooo~" our audience chorused. Some of them chuckling under their breath, others appalled at my sudden boldness.

"I'm back!" Ronald announced, a small pathetic looking tool in his hands. Said tool dropped onto the desk as he saw Belladonna and his adviser nose to nose, glaring at each other. Belladonna's tinted pink lips turned up into a scowl, the boys in line behind the pair of reapers anxious to see a fight.

Has anyone else ever noticed how everyone in the dispatch society are male? or just me?

So we have a continuation of Innocence! how was it? not terrible right? I've been threw such a writers block it's horrible! hopefully I pulled threw! :) So this is a sequel to the first story on my account, you don't have to read the first to keep up with this one but it would make your life easier. *It's only 13 chapters so not that bad* I had a mini summary in the beginning of this for all you newbies.

(9/21/2013-I am revising this entire story, mostly because my writing has improved and I know where I want this story to go so please bear with me :) -Destiny Italia)