Special Chapter 2

"Hijo, you're already here. It's good that you are in good condition. I'll let my daughter know you're here in a moment. " This is what the doctor told me about Hailey. According to data provided to me by the ministry, I am Hailey Perelman's boyfriend. But what is a boyfriend?

Although I knew nothing about that word, I did my job. Even whenever I work for the ministry of death, I seem reluctant. Something is telling me that this is not what I want.

"My daughter, I am your dad, so don't call me Doc, just Dad. Is it okay for you? " I heard them talking from outside the room. "By the way, someone wants to pay a visit to you. He said he misses you very much. " The doctor uttered something while maybe referring to me.

"W-who is it?" This time, I hear a woman's hushed voice in the distance.

"Your boyfriend, Albus, comes in." When Mr. Perelman ordered me to come in, I followed.

I immediately looked straight at my mission. A woman is currently lying in a hospital bed and I'm sure she's Mary Sean Ivanovich because Grim Reapers like me see human souls rather than their physical faces. When I looked at her there, I just remembered that she was the woman who saw me when I once visited Adelaide Academy. It was only at that time that I remembered that I had met the Guardian of Soul. Well, not that new. I often forget things that are not that important to me. Yet, I shrugged my shoulders at the momentary forgetfulness. Then I focused more on my work.

The Guardian of Soul's eyes were currently widening when she saw me. And I know it's not because of the owner of this body, but because of me. She sees me.

"Good day, Doc." my formal remarks "Hi babe!" Should I call her Hailey, or would it be better if I called her Sean? Yet she immediately looked away from me. Obvious fear.

I turned to Mr. Perelman again and he smiled at me.

You have to be patient with her, hijo.

I heard what he was thinking, so I smiled at him before looking back at the Guardian of Souls. But she was really scared of me, something that Mr. Perelman had already noticed.

"Hailey, are you alright?" The doctor suddenly asked her, and she immediately grabbed his hand so he wouldn't leave. Mr. Perelman seemed to feel the trembling in her hand. So he was alarmed.

Before she could say anything, I spoke.

"Sir, I will take care of her."

No! No! No!

I can hear Sean's thoughts.

"All right, I'll leave you two but-"

She was about to stop the doctor from leaving when his cellphone immediately rang. He answered it and then bid his goodbye to us.

"Are you okay, babe?" I nonchalantly asked.

Did he think that he could fool me?

"Whoever you are, get out of that body!" she threatened. Hearing those things made me grin.

"It's good that you knew right away. I thought it would take a long time for you to guess. " I said and playedfully as I sat on the sofa before closing my eyes. I need to get out of this body at once. This isn't comfortable.

As I leave Albus Wesley's body, it starts decomposing and smelling so bad. When my gaze went back to the Guardian of Soul, she was now holding on tightly to the bedsheet of the hospital bed.

He was the Grim Reaper.

And again, I hear her thoughts. She was praising my appearance, and that made my lips curve a little.

"W-who, are you? What do you need from me? ", as she asked me. I slowly approached her.

"I am Saint, and I'm here to hunt you down, but only because I am sure that you can't get off that body. The Death ministry assigns you to be a living reaper. No buts or anything suicidal. You want your death, right? So then, accept our offer. I want you to die peacefully, Mary Sean Ivanovich. Did I answer your question? " I introduced myself. That's when her forehead furrowed. With what I said, she gradually loosened her grip on the bedsheet.

W-wait, what? He is Saint, and he's here to hunt me down? Can't get out of this body? Death Ministry? Assign? L-living Reaper? What the fucking heck?

"What are you saying? You're a Grim Reaper, aren't you? If you want to take me, take me now too. Don't prolong it! I don't want to live anymore, so why am I here in this body? I'm dead, right? Mary Sean Ivanovich was supposed to be dead! I'm not Hailey Perelman. This is not me! It's not my body! " She hysterically uttered.

I couldn't help myself not to sigh. I thought she would understand it easily, but I guess that is not possible for a human like her. "It looks like you still don't understand me. Then I'll translate for-"

Before I could finish what I was about to say, she threw me the tray containing the food with a rage that only passed through to me. So, this is what anger is.

"Listen, I understand what you said. I'm not stupid! It's just that I'm still sane and, you see, I am human. You come here and then you tell me you're here to pick me up, but what? For what? You know I'm stuck in this body, so your death organization ordered you to offer me to be a living reaper of dead souls. For me to die as I want to? But, I am dead, right? Why am I alive again? You know, I committed suicide! You know, I'm dead. But why am I in this treacherous body? Aren't you a Grim Reaper? Make a way for me to get out of this body! " I listen to what she says and stare. Actually, I am not interested in whatever she's talking about. All I care about is for her to sign the contract.

"Are you done? You're being too loud. "

What the hell with him? What an antipathetic bad spirit!

Antipathetic? Is that even a word?

I couldn't stand her depression, so I decided to explain everything, even though I hated it. "You died and rose again. You should not have died, but you did. They have not been able to accept you because that is not possible. You're not patient, so you have done nothing but merge with others. You possess that body. The problem was when it was time to pick you up. I can't find a way to get rid of you. It's your fault, Guardian of the Soul. So now they are giving you a chance. You have to serve them for you to die. You can do nothing other than accept the offer." Hopefully, she will understand it all now.

Wait for what? G-guardian of the soul? Who? Me?

"G-guardian of Soul?" She seemed shocked by what I revealed, yet I just looked at her. "What are you saying?" she asked.

This is so frustrating.

As I heard that thought of her, I sighed again for the third time. I'm actually getting tired of explaining.

"I'm not here to explain it to you. I'm here to find out what your answer will be. If you accept it, then it's a deal. If you refuse to do it, then live forever and be immortal. You can't die. Just live your lonely life with a different body and identity. "

A while ago, he was talking about the Guardian of the Soul and now being immortal. That was insane!

At that point, she closed her eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Compared to the first time I saw her, I could sense her remorse, loneliness, and tiredness. Things I don't know why made me care. I was about to take one step closer to her when she opened her eyes again, so I immediately took a step back. What am I doing?

I gulped at that moment, "W-what if I agree? Will you answer my questions? " As she asked, I grinned.

"Perhaps yes, but maybe not." She closed her eyes in frustration. I sighed again. What was happening to me? What is this I am feeling right now? Is this what they call "emotions"?

"I accept it." When I heard her answer, my head immediately went blank. So, this only means my mission is finally done. I smirked.

"Then it's a deal." As I said, I walked towards her. My footsteps could be heard throughout the room. When I got close to Sean, I held out the contract that the ministry gave me. The sudden appearance of it on my hand made the guardian of my soul gulp.

"W-what is that?" she asked while trembling.

"It's a paper. Are you blind? " I asked casually.

Is that a joke? Do I have to laugh? Am I obligated?

"It's not a joke, and don't you ever try to laugh." At that point, her eyes immediately widened. I don't know, but I feel like teasing her.

Oh my gosh! Is he reading my mind?

But before I felt worse, I started speaking about my purpose for visiting here. "This paper is a contract from the Death Ministry. You should not break any of this if you do not want to receive punishment. " Then I handed her the contract. She accepted it and read it. Actually, that contract was made by me. The paper is the only thing that the ministry of death gave me. But whatever is written on it, it will be a valid contract once it is signed by both parties.

First, this should be a secret. No human being would be allowed to know about your being a living grim reaper, and of course, your true identity as Mary Sean Ivanovich should remain a secret too.

While I am writing the first rule, I think it would be best for the two of us. That's probably not as big of a deal as I thought.

Second, you should fulfill your responsibility as a living reaper. It's like hunting lost souls and fetching death souls. That includes submitting weekly reports, death notices, and other important information.

Technically, she's also a grim reaper, so she will have to do our work too.

Third, work together with your partner. Don't nag, don't argue, and don't demand. Just listen and so be it.

I just hate noisy and talkative creatures. I don't want to end up smashing her face because of that, rather than setting her fire.

Fourth, be strong physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

I don't like weaklings. I am not a super hero in the first place. Whatever may happen to her because of her idiocy will not be my responsibility.

Fifth, you have to learn.

She needs to learn. In this world, not everything will just be poured out on her. In this world, there is nothing like that.

Sixth, you have to fight!

I added it out of boredom.

Seventh, dating is strictly prohibited.

Amm, let's just say out of boredom too? I don't know why I wrote it either. Don't ask me, I am still thinking deeply about why.

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Is this serious?"

"Would I give it to you if it's just some kind of joke? Do you think I am capable of joking, huh? "

There she closed her hands and rolled her eyes.

"You should sign it," I ordered. "You said it's a deal, right? So, right away, Ms. Ivanovich, you have to sign it. "

She silently gritted her teeth angrily to prevent annoyance. "How?" I casually looked at her and answered.

"Using your blood."

In the end, after all her complaints, the Guardian of Soul cut her finger using the bread knife at the side table for some blood. And sign the paper.

That made me grin again.