A Cut Cannot Heal, Unless You Leave It Alone

"Kat, wake up"

"Nuh-uh"

"C'mon"

"Noo"

"You can be so childish!"

"Not my fault! So just shut up and let me sleep!"

"Kat"

"Andy"

Without any warning I pillow was slammed against my face. Giggling I grabbed the one from under my head and slammed it against my attacker. I heard a deep laugh,

"C'mon my little reaper, we have a funeral to go to"

"Awesome!"

"Errm, get dressed"

I looked at the lanky man in front of me. Andy was my guardian. He wasn't like anything I've come across before. He was unique, and the closest thing I had to a father. Well, let me introduce myself, manners and such.

I'm permanently 15. It sucks, about twenty years ago I committed suicide. I had nothing and no one. I just thought it would be easier if I was gone. Now I am a reaper. I collect and harvest souls of the dead. Everyone sees me as if I'm human, but us Reapers have a necklace we wear. A moon pendant that hide our true forms. Which are not very pretty. I was out casted by the other reapers. They didn't like me, but I still have my job. I was walking in Paris alone in the rain, when I met Andy. My savior with wings. We have been working together for about four years. Cases, well souls, used to pour in. Like no tomorrow. Business was good. Now we are concluding a year long case.

Frank Iero; who was kidnapped and killed.

His funeral is today, that's where Andy and I have to go. This Frank guy was a big deal, like in a band. Like Andy was. My Chemical Romance. They had some good music I'll admit, but I'm more for classic rock.

"Well then get out of my room and I will."

I giggled and Andy left closing my door behind him. Walking to my small dresser I opened the top drawer and began searching for tops. I eventually decided on a plain black v-cut and matched that with black skinny jeans. I looked in the mirror and touched up my makeup. Most girls take forever to get ready, not me. I wear what I want, look how I want and just don't give a fuck.

Andy on the other hand. Well, he is gay, but I don't judge. I love him all the same. He is the one who takes forever. I paced around in annoyance,

"ANDY WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE"

"COMING!!"

With this he exited his room in a suit. Nice. I rolled my eyes,

"One more minute and I was gonna go myself."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled,

"Like I'd let you drive my baby"

"it's just a car"

That was a lie. I loved his 69 mustang. Baby Blue with white racing stripes. Beautiful. We jumped in and headed to Frank's funeral. Wasn't too far. Just a few blocks from our condo.

Suddenly my chest felt as if it was caving in on itself. I clutched my chest as I winced in pain. As we got closer the pain got worse. Andy looked over and growled,

"Didn't expect that asshole to be there."

"Me either."

We were here. The ceremony was gorgeous. So many people arrived, some family but a lot of fans.

"Wow, they must be dedicated"

I smacked Andy on the arm after his smart as remark. We sat alone in the back listening to speeches and so on. That's when I saw him. A tall red head, who if I remember correctly, is Gerard Way, who had an affair with Frank for months. He was so emotionless and sad. So empty. He was staring at me, no. He was staring at the laughing asshole next to me. I elbowed Andy,

"Shut your face! You're getting some attention"

I hissed/whispered as I motioned towards Gerard. Andy followed and blushed. This tough mythical creature who I've seen murder without caring. Blushed. Over a human.

"Well, that attention is definitely not unwanted."

"Seriously Andy?"

"Seriously---Shit."

His gaze went to a shadowed tree. There stood the Ghost king. Chris. He stood smiling innocently. Shit Shit shit. This was not good. Ghost King plus reaper and an important soul up for grabs equals hell. I tensed up as the pain in my chest from him being so close fought with the butterflies in my stomach due to the fact that his smile was fucking amazing. Yes, I was very much attracted to my worse enemy. How cliché. Suddenly after a painful bliss of eye contact those hazel eyes darted to the coffin. My mind began to race. Shit.

"Andy, we're too late. Frank is a ghost"

Andy growled, a deep demonic growl. Great. Now he was pissed. This case is going to be even more of a living hell now. A few more minutes of tension and anger passed before we were allowed to give our condolences. Andy and I walked to the front with Chris on our heels. I kept my eyes on the Ghost of Frank. He seemed so lost. Taking in my surroundings I noticed Andy and Gerard kept eye contact. I kept my eyes on Frank. And I felt Chris's eyes on me. Suddenly his crimson voice rang in my head

"I didn't make him a Ghost."

"What do you mean?"

"He's emotionally attached here"

"Shit."

"You're telling me."

"Fucking great!"

"Shhhh, beautiful you're getting angry"


I felt myself blush and snapped out of my trace when I felt an elbow to my side. Andy motioned towards a rather depressed Gerard, I cleared my throat,

"I'm sorry for your loss sir...."

This is just fucking perfect. One; I need to keep this mortal away from Andy. Two; I have a Ghost to cross over, and three;I would need Chris's help.

Notes

Soooo, just a filler :)


Most chapters will be from Gee's P.O.V
here on out,
Just wanted to introduce Andy, Kat, and Chris :3

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