The Grim Reaper
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Adult +
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7
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43
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1
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The Grim Reaper
Summary: Sasuke Uchiha has never met a man he couldn’t kill, mainly due to being the Grim Reaper, that is until he meets Naruto Uzumaki. Can death personified even fall in love? He’s about to find out.
A/N: This is a prologue of sorts. Introducing characters and the likes. So it’s a short one but the size will increase! Have faith and enjoy! This was inspired by Terry Pratchett’s book Mort. I was reading away and thought ‘Hn, Sasuke would make a good Grim Reaper.’ So I give you Sasuke the Reaper.
Genre: Humour/Romance
Warnings: Yaoi, don’t like don’t read. Nothing serious to warn you about in this chapter. But keep an eye out for warnings as I hope I can make things steamer later on.
Sasuke Uchiha liked his life. It was quiet and peaceful, days drifted by in blissful silence. His work was easy and he had plenty of time for recreation. Most people killed for a life like that- turns out that’s part of the deal. However after a hundred years of nothingness it can get a little boring. Not that he regretted his decision to don the black cloak (that went so well with his dark eyes) and scythe, in fact that was the most interesting part of his life. Meeting new people, even if it was for their last few seconds of life, was intriguing. People always had worthwhile things to say as the reminisced their lives.
If you’d asked him eighty years ago he’d have probably laughed, well smirked, at the suggestion that Sasuke Uchiha would ever find human company appealing. A lot can change in eighty years however and he was beginning to get restless. Sure his vast home held numerous forms of entertainment to keep him occupied, hell there were enough books in his library for him to read to last another hundred years. Yet real company was what he craved- company that wouldn’t be dead after a few minutes of conversation.
He wasn’t a cruel man. Far from it. Just because he had to severe human ties with life and dealt with death day in day out didn‘t make him a monster. He didn’t see his job as killing merely freeing souls from the confides of a no longer useful body. After all what good’s a dead body to a soul? He saved souls, let them pass on to whatever it was out there. He’d never died so he couldn’t say. He was compassionate and caring like any other person, however a hundred years of isolation and chats with potential corpse’s can leave a man a little socially retarded.
Sasuke sighed, leaned back on his soft chair and stared up at the hourglasses stacked on the shelves, marking the seconds of life left for the humans. The sound of falling sand was soothing- even if it indicated the approaching demise of many innocent, and not so innocent, people. The hourglasses themselves were interesting to look at, each original to the person it was connected with. Sasuke could tell a lot about a person from their hourglass, although as unique as each of them were he’d never been as intrigued by them as he was by the one sat precariously on his lap now.
It was incredibly heavy, the heaviest he’d ever felt in a hundred long years of service, and was a brilliant gold colour. The combination of weight and colour led Sasuke to believe that the hourglasses frame was made of gold- but that was impossible, however unique or ‘special’ a person was all hourglasses were made of mere wood and glass. It wasn’t just the frame that was strange, the sand itself was peculiar. When the light hit it, it seemed to turn different colours- almost as if the grains were gems. A person had to be very special, saviour of the world special, to have an hourglass like that.
Sasuke shook himself out of the daydream of him having to kill Superman and returned his attention to the hourglass in his current possession. He watched as the few remaining grains trickled downwards with a faint hiss before joining the pile at the base. To say Sasuke was obsessed with the hourglass was an understatement, he’d spent at least an hour everyday since it’s appearance on the shelf staring at it. What sort of person would merit such a grand hourglass? Were they some kind of war hero? Had they cured a terminal illness?
He’d spent the last twenty years watching at the large pile of sand slowly drop to the base, waiting patiently for his time to meet the person worth of such an hourglass. Sasuke guessed that they were either in possession of some powerful magic or some form of superhero. The sand had been steadily dropping for the past twenty years and it seemed today was the day he’d get his answers. He watched with both excitement and apprehension as the last grain tumbled down into the awaiting pile of sand. Sasuke stood, hourglass in hand., those years of wondering were finally over. Tracing his fingers over the smooth engraving marking the name of the soon to be deceased human he glided swiftly away from the room and off towards the stables, today he‘d be using his fastest horse.
Time to see what sort of person this Naruto Uzumaki was.
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Naruto Uzumaki liked his life. Parties, friends, work and university, never a dull moment. Days passed by in a blur and noise and colour. His work was fun and aloud for him to socialise with his many friends, sure his Godfather could be a pervert but it just added to the thrill of life. He worked in a small bar owned by previously mentioned pervert, sure it wasn’t the largest or flashest of places but it was friendly. Many a night you’d enter and an old classic would be blaring out from the rusty juke box , the tone deaf blonde would hum along as he served customers and friends.
Most people killed for a life like his. Except it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Death had darkened his life, it had changed him and tortured him. Although he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for himself after his parents early departure- after all it had made him the strong, devilish handsome man his was today. He obviously missed them and each passing he thought of them, but had decided long ago he’d do enough living for the three of them. He was determined to make them proud, their death wouldn’t be for nothing.
Thoughts of is parents plagued his mind the most at night. Before sparkling blue eyes could hide behind tanned eyelids his parents faces would appear in his minds eye. Would they be proud of him? He was doing well at university- one more year left and he’d be let loose into the working world as Dr Naruto Uzumaki. Is that what his parents would have wanted? Would his dad have wanted him to follow in his footsteps instead? Would his mother have approved of his friends? He didn’t know and now he couldn’t ask.
He lay in bed, listening to the sounds of the small bar below. He distinctly heard his Godfather declaring another unfortunate woman “The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.” for the fourth time that evening. It had been a busy night and Naruto was officially exhausted. Between classes and his job he barely had time to think, although many would claim he was incapable of thinking full stop. The quiet murmuring of the people drinking in the bar below soon had him being lulled into dreamless sleep.
Naruto wasn’t sure what woke him. His room was silent, eerily so. Shouldn’t there be music drifting up from the bar? Or the sound of wind against his bedroom window? Or the hooting of the owl that lived in the attic? The lack of sound was oppressive to the loud-mouthed blonde. He shot up in bed a glanced around his room. His eyes locked onto a pale form standing in the corner, his skin glowing silver in the moonlight oozing through the window.
Wide blue eyes locked onto onyx. Naruto gulped audibly as he stared at the cloaked figure before him. Dark bangs framed the pale face that sported a raised eyebrow pointed almost accusingly in Naruto’s direction. Something silver shone in the light of the moon. A weapon of some sort? And then Naruto blinked, and the man was gone. Sound seemed to flood back into the dark room as Naruto whipped his head back a forth desperately searching. His heart pounded in his chest as he got up and began rummaging around draws and cupboards, how a grown man would fit in a draw Naruto didn’t know but then again how had he even gotten in to begin with?
He slumped back down on the bed a resigned himself to the fact he had an extremely overactive imagination and he would not go two nights without sleep again or drink ten cups of coffee before bed. He sighed and closed his eyes- the pale face and dark eyes conjured creeped into his mind. Naruto found himself wishing his subconscious wasn’t so cruel.
After all the mystery man was , to quote the king of the perverts, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
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What'cha think then?
A/N: This is a prologue of sorts. Introducing characters and the likes. So it’s a short one but the size will increase! Have faith and enjoy! This was inspired by Terry Pratchett’s book Mort. I was reading away and thought ‘Hn, Sasuke would make a good Grim Reaper.’ So I give you Sasuke the Reaper.
Genre: Humour/Romance
Warnings: Yaoi, don’t like don’t read. Nothing serious to warn you about in this chapter. But keep an eye out for warnings as I hope I can make things steamer later on.
Sasuke Uchiha liked his life. It was quiet and peaceful, days drifted by in blissful silence. His work was easy and he had plenty of time for recreation. Most people killed for a life like that- turns out that’s part of the deal. However after a hundred years of nothingness it can get a little boring. Not that he regretted his decision to don the black cloak (that went so well with his dark eyes) and scythe, in fact that was the most interesting part of his life. Meeting new people, even if it was for their last few seconds of life, was intriguing. People always had worthwhile things to say as the reminisced their lives.
If you’d asked him eighty years ago he’d have probably laughed, well smirked, at the suggestion that Sasuke Uchiha would ever find human company appealing. A lot can change in eighty years however and he was beginning to get restless. Sure his vast home held numerous forms of entertainment to keep him occupied, hell there were enough books in his library for him to read to last another hundred years. Yet real company was what he craved- company that wouldn’t be dead after a few minutes of conversation.
He wasn’t a cruel man. Far from it. Just because he had to severe human ties with life and dealt with death day in day out didn‘t make him a monster. He didn’t see his job as killing merely freeing souls from the confides of a no longer useful body. After all what good’s a dead body to a soul? He saved souls, let them pass on to whatever it was out there. He’d never died so he couldn’t say. He was compassionate and caring like any other person, however a hundred years of isolation and chats with potential corpse’s can leave a man a little socially retarded.
Sasuke sighed, leaned back on his soft chair and stared up at the hourglasses stacked on the shelves, marking the seconds of life left for the humans. The sound of falling sand was soothing- even if it indicated the approaching demise of many innocent, and not so innocent, people. The hourglasses themselves were interesting to look at, each original to the person it was connected with. Sasuke could tell a lot about a person from their hourglass, although as unique as each of them were he’d never been as intrigued by them as he was by the one sat precariously on his lap now.
It was incredibly heavy, the heaviest he’d ever felt in a hundred long years of service, and was a brilliant gold colour. The combination of weight and colour led Sasuke to believe that the hourglasses frame was made of gold- but that was impossible, however unique or ‘special’ a person was all hourglasses were made of mere wood and glass. It wasn’t just the frame that was strange, the sand itself was peculiar. When the light hit it, it seemed to turn different colours- almost as if the grains were gems. A person had to be very special, saviour of the world special, to have an hourglass like that.
Sasuke shook himself out of the daydream of him having to kill Superman and returned his attention to the hourglass in his current possession. He watched as the few remaining grains trickled downwards with a faint hiss before joining the pile at the base. To say Sasuke was obsessed with the hourglass was an understatement, he’d spent at least an hour everyday since it’s appearance on the shelf staring at it. What sort of person would merit such a grand hourglass? Were they some kind of war hero? Had they cured a terminal illness?
He’d spent the last twenty years watching at the large pile of sand slowly drop to the base, waiting patiently for his time to meet the person worth of such an hourglass. Sasuke guessed that they were either in possession of some powerful magic or some form of superhero. The sand had been steadily dropping for the past twenty years and it seemed today was the day he’d get his answers. He watched with both excitement and apprehension as the last grain tumbled down into the awaiting pile of sand. Sasuke stood, hourglass in hand., those years of wondering were finally over. Tracing his fingers over the smooth engraving marking the name of the soon to be deceased human he glided swiftly away from the room and off towards the stables, today he‘d be using his fastest horse.
Time to see what sort of person this Naruto Uzumaki was.
-------
Naruto Uzumaki liked his life. Parties, friends, work and university, never a dull moment. Days passed by in a blur and noise and colour. His work was fun and aloud for him to socialise with his many friends, sure his Godfather could be a pervert but it just added to the thrill of life. He worked in a small bar owned by previously mentioned pervert, sure it wasn’t the largest or flashest of places but it was friendly. Many a night you’d enter and an old classic would be blaring out from the rusty juke box , the tone deaf blonde would hum along as he served customers and friends.
Most people killed for a life like his. Except it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Death had darkened his life, it had changed him and tortured him. Although he couldn’t bring himself to feel sorry for himself after his parents early departure- after all it had made him the strong, devilish handsome man his was today. He obviously missed them and each passing he thought of them, but had decided long ago he’d do enough living for the three of them. He was determined to make them proud, their death wouldn’t be for nothing.
Thoughts of is parents plagued his mind the most at night. Before sparkling blue eyes could hide behind tanned eyelids his parents faces would appear in his minds eye. Would they be proud of him? He was doing well at university- one more year left and he’d be let loose into the working world as Dr Naruto Uzumaki. Is that what his parents would have wanted? Would his dad have wanted him to follow in his footsteps instead? Would his mother have approved of his friends? He didn’t know and now he couldn’t ask.
He lay in bed, listening to the sounds of the small bar below. He distinctly heard his Godfather declaring another unfortunate woman “The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.” for the fourth time that evening. It had been a busy night and Naruto was officially exhausted. Between classes and his job he barely had time to think, although many would claim he was incapable of thinking full stop. The quiet murmuring of the people drinking in the bar below soon had him being lulled into dreamless sleep.
Naruto wasn’t sure what woke him. His room was silent, eerily so. Shouldn’t there be music drifting up from the bar? Or the sound of wind against his bedroom window? Or the hooting of the owl that lived in the attic? The lack of sound was oppressive to the loud-mouthed blonde. He shot up in bed a glanced around his room. His eyes locked onto a pale form standing in the corner, his skin glowing silver in the moonlight oozing through the window.
Wide blue eyes locked onto onyx. Naruto gulped audibly as he stared at the cloaked figure before him. Dark bangs framed the pale face that sported a raised eyebrow pointed almost accusingly in Naruto’s direction. Something silver shone in the light of the moon. A weapon of some sort? And then Naruto blinked, and the man was gone. Sound seemed to flood back into the dark room as Naruto whipped his head back a forth desperately searching. His heart pounded in his chest as he got up and began rummaging around draws and cupboards, how a grown man would fit in a draw Naruto didn’t know but then again how had he even gotten in to begin with?
He slumped back down on the bed a resigned himself to the fact he had an extremely overactive imagination and he would not go two nights without sleep again or drink ten cups of coffee before bed. He sighed and closed his eyes- the pale face and dark eyes conjured creeped into his mind. Naruto found himself wishing his subconscious wasn’t so cruel.
After all the mystery man was , to quote the king of the perverts, the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
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What'cha think then?