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Teeth	By : Chopstick_Chick Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For as long as he could remember, Grell Sutcliff had always been different. While he couldn’t remember the day personally, he’d been told about it enough times by his mothers to choke several horses.

It had all started on an exceptionally cold evening in December…

Grell’s second life was off to a rather flashy start when the first thing to appear out of the re-birthing miasma was a head of shockingly bright red hair. Because earthen shades such as black, brown and, on rare occasion, blonde, were the norm, his hair color was quite surprising to the two administrators who had been assigned to oversee his rebirth.

This surprise paled in comparison however to the shock they received when, after the miasma finally faded and the pale, shivering, infant let out the first ear-splitting wail of his second life in protest of the cold air, his tiny mouth opened to display two perfectly formed rows of roughly curved and triangularly-shaped pointed teeth. If his hair was any indication that there was something special about their newest recruit, it was his teeth that sent them into a panic. This in turn set the entire re-birthing facility and, to a lesser extent, the entire realm into a flurry of activity.

The re-birthing facility was located several buildings over from the Reaper Academy, and was not often frequented by those in other departments. This was mostly due to a story proliferated by late nights in the boys dormitory, about an unassigned reaper who wandered too close and had his soul dragged out of him and amalgamated into that of a new reaper by the intense regeneration energy of a re-birth that was taking place inside.

The story was entirely untrue of course, but it was such a common story that none of the reapers were willing to take the chance unnecessarily and stayed away. The administrators knew there was nothing to fear, however they received special instruction on the process of re-birth that their male counterparts, the reapers, did not.

As it was, the re-birthing facility was a rather peculiar place, with functions overlapping those of a human hospital and, bizarrely enough, a train station. Human souls that were collected often went straight to heaven or hell from a reaper’s scythe, but at the discretion of a superior officer, a soul could first be diverted through the re-birthing facility in the reaper realm to see if it had the qualifications necessary for reincarnation as a grim reaper, if the soul was male, or as an administrator if the soul was female. Once the soul was diverted it passed through several channels of administration and multiple tests. Then, after a considerable amount of paperwork, two specialized administrators were assigned to over see its rebirth. If it survived the trip through the miasma, they were in charge of rearing the newborn infant until he or she was old enough to enter the Reaper Academy, in the case of males, or in the case of females, enter the Academy of Administration. If for some reason the soul didn’t make it into the realm through the miasma, it was debriefed and rerouted to its original destination, be that heaven or hell.

In Grell’s case, his soul had pushed through the re-birthing miasma in record time, as though he were eager to get started. This was yet another indicator that there was something special about him. While most rebirths took quite a few hours, sometimes an entire day, Grell was reborn in just two hours.

The moment they realized what they were dealing with, his new “mothers” whisked him away, still wailing at the top of his lungs, to a solitary containment room to await further instruction. They were both fresh out of the Academy of Administration and, outside of their textbooks, neither of them had ever come across a successor-classed reaper before. In fact, the successor-class was so rare that even the facilities head matron, a woman several centuries old, had never seen one reborn.

The matron opened the red-haired baby’s little mouth, feeling inside with her finger to confirm the young ladies’ claims. She winced in shocked surprise when he accidentally bit down on her with his tiny points in a desperate attempt to suckle. Clearly he was anxious for a meal after such an exhausting ordeal, and who could blame him.

Though it hurt a little, the matron smiled at the baby and did not pull her hand away.

She couldn’t.

To deny the precious baby anything was simply not an option; she knew what he was and who he was destined to become. The Higher were the closest the reaper realm had to royalty and he was their newest little prince, how could she, or anyone, do anything but try to make him happy?

The two new mothers looked first from one another, then to the baby laying in the basinet contentedly sucking on the finger in his mouth, once more to the smiling matron and finally back to each other. Their new “son” was destined for great things, certainly, and they were beyond thrilled to have been chosen to guide him on his path, but there was a lurking sadness in their hearts; they knew that his life would be very hard on him.

He would be the only one of his class in the realm, he would forever stand alone, peerless, with teeth and hair that marked him as a successor to anyone who glanced at him and he would no doubt be different in countless other ways as well. His life would be filled with tests, filled with trials, and after a journey inside himself to unlock his dormant power he would be cast away from everything and everyone to live in The High Realm, where he would relinquish all else to fulfill his destiny and take up his rightful position as a member of the powerful and mysterious Higher.

Though the tale of the wandering reaper who’s soul was supposedly stolen was just a story, a few of the high-level administrators and S-ranked reapers knew that there was a small glimmer of truth in it. Grell was living proof of that.

The process that remade a member of The Higher was something of an infusion process that required two very specific kinds of souls; the soul of a dying Higher and the soul of a virgin human.

Because they were immortal, the Higher never truly died, nor were new Higher ever created; rather, when they grew old and weary of their bodies, they allowed the bond that held their joined souls together to break, setting the virgin soul free and sending their own soul back to the reaper realm to be reborn in a new form. Though the process was long and difficult for them, it was not without its benefits. With each rebirth they grew wiser and more powerful as they experienced lifetime after lifetime.

Which of the two souls was the male and which the female was unknown, that separate knowledge was lost when they joined together to become a single fused soul, however, initially, one soul being male and the other female was vital. The duality of their very souls was what allowed them to perform their function; that being to guide all other classes, both administrative and reaper alike and to pass unbiased judgment on all the troubled souls that were sent to them for final approval. They convened directly with God and the Devil on behalf of all things; alive, dead and immortal alike. They set and maintained the neutral balance of all life on earth. They were neither male nor female exclusively, yet neither were they genderless.

They were everything and nothing, male and female, power and illusion, love and hatred, life and death; they were The Higher and, in the span of two short hours during that frigidly cold night in December, their number had dropped, and risen, by one.

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AN: Welcome! This is my first Black Butler fanfiction and was inspired by a very random Grell headcanon I came up with in the shower one morning. Hopefully this short first chapter has wet your appetite for more! ^_~ Thank you for reading and reviewing!
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