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William was seated in the reception room in the head office. The last time he was here....was because of Grell that time too.

His sensei had appeared in front of his door one day, William had been young at the time, hardly out of his teens.
"Sensei?"
The older Reaper held a bundle in his arms. "William....Here take him. What ever happens....take good care of him."
William had taken the newborn in his arms. "What? I don't understand Sensei, what's happened?"
His teacher smiled down at him. "I'm sorry that I won't be able to see you graduate Will, But I'm sure that you'll be teh best.....make me proud."
Then he disappeared.

William had vowed to take care of the baby, he had spoken to the Head of Shinigamis. Asking for them to accept it as one of them. As promised to his teacher....continued to watch over him.


''....iam? William?"
The receptionist woke him from his thoughts.
"He is ready to see you now."
He nodded and stood up, walking thought the doors to the inner office.
"Thank you for seeing me sir." He began.

William frowned, he never liked the fact how Grell was discriminated against joining the first time and to be reminded of it.....
Not being the one to beat around the bush he responded. "I would like to know why a part of Grell's personal file was kept blank."

William's hands gripped his knees as he listened to the Head Reaper, He should have known that Xavier wouldn't tell him anything. But why? Was this secret concerning Grell really was so terrible? but he had given him just enough information. So Grell Knows, he wasn't kept in the dark about all this.
William stood up and bowed politely, before leaving the office without another word.

Aden fell into the grass with a yelp. His outfit was covered in grass stains and dirt where they had torn up the grass. His hand-scythe landed a few feet away.
The boy lay there panting from the exertion. He looked up as the red blur came to his field of vision. With considerable effort, the boy picked himself up. "My.....my glasses....." He started to search in the grass for them.

Aden put his glasses back on, and picked up his scythe. He didn't remember how long he had been training with Grell, or how much he initionally disliked the physical aspect of being a Shinigami.
The blond boy had applied to be an assistant early just so that he'd avoid any strenuous activities. But being able to have William Spears as his teacher even for a little while was a opportunity that he could not pass up.
William Spears, unknowest to him, was the ideal Reaper that most of the younger generations shinigami looked up to.
He had all the aspects that all Reapers strived for, strength, loyalty, a dedication to his job that was unmatched.
All the young reapers admired him, the fact that he controlled Grell with an iron hand just put him up higher in admiration.

Aden Lysander, hardly more then a boy, was going to try and make an impression on his hero.
The boy took a deep breath and despite his exhaustion. made one more attack, running towards Grell with his scythe in hand. At the last moment he slid into a baseball slide, aiming to trip up the Red reaper, he threw his scythe aiming for him. It was a last minute desperate move.

"Ehh!? Really?" Aden was smiling brightly as he picked himself off the ground. He was tired from all the exercise. and was glowing from the praise.

William watched the pair brush themselves off, he walked towards them. "Grell, Aden, Time to go."

As an PA in training, Aden was required to sleep in his teacher's apartment, the boy had a folding cot opposite Will's bed. his suitcase containing his clothing and other belongings where tucked away under said cot.
William had wanted to make other sleeping arrangements for the boy that night but....he no longer was in the mood. As soon as Aden fell asleep he wanted to ask Grell a few questions.
He glanced over at Grell who was in an apron, cooking supper for them over the stove. Aden was seated at the table with him, waiting for the food.
"You where standing there for that long?" Aden's face was red with embarrassment, William had seen him make that many blunders?
Will looked at him. "Long enough to tell that you have been slacking with your physical training."
"But....I'm only in middle school!"
"I was the top of my class in middle school, no reason why you can't either."
"Sensei~ "
"None the less, you do have potential, I am going to ask administration to keep you on as my trainee."
Aden's mouth dropped open in surprise.

"No, I haven't yet, I am planing on doing so tomorrow." William said.
Aden's expression of shock turned into a big happy smile. "Thank you so much Mr.Spears! You don't know how much of an honor is it. I promise that I will do my utmost so you won't regret it."
William had to smile at the boy's eagerness, he reminded him of himself when he was that age.

As they ate supper, William asked Aden several questions. The boy's grades in school where pretty high scholastically, but it was his physical education that was lacking.
"It's because I'm so short, that the other students wouldn't want me as a partner in martial arts class and I always got chosen last for teams." He looked down at his food. "Eventually, I dropped that class."

"uhm...Well..." Aden looked down at his plate nervously. "The older kids have always told stories about you Mr.Suttclif. Mostly just to scare the younger ones....about how different you are?"
William listened silently taking a sip from his wine glass. He already knew how the stories came about.
".....they just childish stories." Aden was flushing with embarrassment. "Everyone knows that there's no way that you could be some kind of monster in disguise. Mr.Sutcliff."

Aden nodded, blinking when he could sense how upset Grell had become. He didn't mean to upset him.
William got up from the table, heading to his desk to continue marking the test papers. Aden had homework to do, but instead of getting right to it as usual, he walked up to Grell putting a hand hesitantly on his red coat. "It might not count for much but.....I don't think your a monster." He said, looking up at him.