I dashed off to the Dispatch building where my older brother, William worked. I just turned sixteen yesterday, so now I can become a full fledge shinigami. Now I can work on the souls of the dead with my brother and his friends.

It was early morning and it was bright out like it normally was. Despite what humans say, the underworld is actually a pretty nice place. It was always sunny, which is a waste because we all need to sleep. That's how most of us spend our lives when we're little. Just sleeping. We're raised with a ton of discipline so we take our jobs seriously, so there is no time for fooling around. Sleeping is all we do.

I ran past the huge fountain in Center Square and up the steps of the Dispatch building. It was so huge, like a mansion for work. William was at the door.

"Hiya bro! When do I get to work?" I greeted cheerfully. I was too damn excited. He sighed and adjusted his glasses with the death scythe he had in hand.

"You'll have to wait for it, Mortelle. You don't just get a scythe for being sixteen," he said emotionlessly. I pouted as he led me in the mansion-like building.

It was like a palace inside too. It was perfectly clean and literally shining. It didn't help that everything was either white or very light blue. The walls mostly occupied windows which allowed the clear blue sky to shine in.

There were tons of desks and shinigamis working as far as the eye could see. Some were walking from place to place in an orderly fashion with perfect posture and a stern face. So this is what it's like to work.

To try and copy them, I held my head and chest high to try and make my posture perfect. In reality, I looked like a kid pretending to be a soldier.

William stopped at a desk with a nameplate that said "Mortelle T. Spears" on it and turned to me. "Mortelle, what are you doing?" he reluctantly asked. I exhaled deeply and slouched.

"Trying to be an adult," I whimpered. He sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"Just do your work and no one will know the difference."

"Oh Will! Who is this girl? Are you cheating on me?"

Behind my brother, a shinigami in red ran over and tried to glomp him, but only got a punch in the face. The person sat on the floor next to him.

"Grell, don't you have work to do?" William asked. The red man looked up with tears in his eyes.

"But Will! I wanted to see you! Can't you be a little bit nicer?" he slurred.

"Nope!" I replied. Grell looked at me.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Mortelle T. Spears! Nice to meet you!" I greeted. Grell raised an eyebrow.

"Will has a sister and he didn't tell me?! How cold!" he pouted. Will sighed.

"Grell, shut up. Mortelle, get to work." And with that, my brother walked down a long corridor to do whatever it was he had to do.

Someone put an arm around me and I saw it was Grell. "So what's he like at home?" Grell asked.

"Exactly like that," I sighed. Grell sighed.

"You're new, right?"

"Sure am."

"Want to meet my shinigami friends?"

"Okay!"

Work seems like a lot of fun.

Author's Note

I've always wanted to know what it's like being a shinigami, so I made this story. :D Hope you will enjoy it! ^_^

Until next time, sayonara~!