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The Madame and Her Butler (Chapter 3)
Kuroshitsuji and all characters © Yana Toboso and SquareEnix
Chapter 3: Reaper Business
Madame Red was such a lovely woman. Grell had not expected her to trust him so easily and so readily as she had. He suspected that her killing those few whores had been more so on a whim than a pre-meditated act, but oh how easily she agreed to continue her justice once he'd prodded her in that direction! If he could get past the fact that he was knowingly taking advantage of her weaknesses and vulnerabilities for a bit fun, he might actually find her company enjoyable.
It was a thought that slightly deterred him. Reapers were meant to behave as mediators between the living and the dead, not form relationships with their clientele. Grell held a particular distaste for humanity to begin with, and had only been human himself for a few moments after his birth1, so he'd never known what it was like to be fully human. It was the nature of all reapers. They held the power over the
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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