FIC: Reaping Woes (Dead Like Me/Bleach)
Title: Reaping Woes
Author: ShadowSpirit
Rating: PG-13 for language
Fandom: Dead Like Me/Bleach
Character(s): George, Renji
Word Count: 450
Disclaimer: Yeah so, I don't own the fandoms. Deal with it.
Done for this request. Wanting George and Renji and reaping... stuffs.
Reaping Woes
“Look, you! Cut it out! This is the second time you’ve interfered with my job! My boss is getting pissed at me!” George Lass scowled, waving a post-it note before the face of a man with hair too big, and too damn red. He should have been as noticeable as a streetlight, yet, go figure, George seemed to be the only one noticing him. He must’ve been baking in that robe, too.
“…Uh?” was all she got in response, and it made her furious. Rube was going to kill her.
“See this? You see this?!” She was shoving the post-it closer to his face and pointing at a line, scrawled with pen, that read “ETD 2:51pm.” “This means you fucked me up, again, asshole! P. Williams is walking around, again, because you keep saving his damn ass!” And just to make a point at how angry she was, she punched him in the arm.
He barely recoiled, and then just blinked at her. “You… hit me.”
“No shit!”
He held up a finger and pointed out at him. “…How can you even see me?”
“Well, gee, because I don’t know, you’re standing in the middle of the fucking sidewalk?! Saving people, screwing up my reap… ugh.”
George should just pop his soul instead. Wouldn’t have to tell Rube. (Though he’d probably find out, anyway, unfortunately. But damn, she wanted to do it. So tempting…)
“Reap?”
“Yeah, you know, like grim-reaper and that fantasy sorta crap.”
He scratched the side of his face, just looking at her. “So you’re a reaper? That’s kinda weird… Would make sense as to why you can see me though… huh. But how come I don’t know you… what the hell division are you with?”
“What?” she scowled. This guy was more screwed up than she was. Then the sarcasm dripped into her voice. “Try the division of waffles and bacon.”
“Ooookay then… so… not the Soul Society…” He was back to looking perplexed.
Maybe Rube would know what this guy was rattling on about. Really, it didn’t matter to her as long as she didn’t run into the freak again anytime soon. But right now, she had another soul to try and reap. In fact, she had fifteen minutes to get there. She rolled her eyes and turned away, making sure to put a fair amount of distance between the other.
“Hey, wait a second!” he called after her, then crossed his arms and sulked a bit as she ignored him. “Dammit. She was a bit cute, too. All fiery.” Maybe he’d have to keep an eye out on this abnormal “grim-reaper.” Not a shinigami, that’s for sure. Made her even more interesting! Renji grinned.
Author: ShadowSpirit
Rating: PG-13 for language
Fandom: Dead Like Me/Bleach
Character(s): George, Renji
Word Count: 450
Disclaimer: Yeah so, I don't own the fandoms. Deal with it.
Done for this request. Wanting George and Renji and reaping... stuffs.
Reaping Woes
“Look, you! Cut it out! This is the second time you’ve interfered with my job! My boss is getting pissed at me!” George Lass scowled, waving a post-it note before the face of a man with hair too big, and too damn red. He should have been as noticeable as a streetlight, yet, go figure, George seemed to be the only one noticing him. He must’ve been baking in that robe, too.
“…Uh?” was all she got in response, and it made her furious. Rube was going to kill her.
“See this? You see this?!” She was shoving the post-it closer to his face and pointing at a line, scrawled with pen, that read “ETD 2:51pm.” “This means you fucked me up, again, asshole! P. Williams is walking around, again, because you keep saving his damn ass!” And just to make a point at how angry she was, she punched him in the arm.
He barely recoiled, and then just blinked at her. “You… hit me.”
“No shit!”
He held up a finger and pointed out at him. “…How can you even see me?”
“Well, gee, because I don’t know, you’re standing in the middle of the fucking sidewalk?! Saving people, screwing up my reap… ugh.”
George should just pop his soul instead. Wouldn’t have to tell Rube. (Though he’d probably find out, anyway, unfortunately. But damn, she wanted to do it. So tempting…)
“Reap?”
“Yeah, you know, like grim-reaper and that fantasy sorta crap.”
He scratched the side of his face, just looking at her. “So you’re a reaper? That’s kinda weird… Would make sense as to why you can see me though… huh. But how come I don’t know you… what the hell division are you with?”
“What?” she scowled. This guy was more screwed up than she was. Then the sarcasm dripped into her voice. “Try the division of waffles and bacon.”
“Ooookay then… so… not the Soul Society…” He was back to looking perplexed.
Maybe Rube would know what this guy was rattling on about. Really, it didn’t matter to her as long as she didn’t run into the freak again anytime soon. But right now, she had another soul to try and reap. In fact, she had fifteen minutes to get there. She rolled her eyes and turned away, making sure to put a fair amount of distance between the other.
“Hey, wait a second!” he called after her, then crossed his arms and sulked a bit as she ignored him. “Dammit. She was a bit cute, too. All fiery.” Maybe he’d have to keep an eye out on this abnormal “grim-reaper.” Not a shinigami, that’s for sure. Made her even more interesting! Renji grinned.