Reaper in Training-Chapter 3

Charging me, his Death Scythe raised, I saw anger in his eyes.  Before I knew it, I had jabbed my fingers into pressure points and he was on his knees in the muddy grass.  I blinked rain out of my eyes and saw Grell holding his arms around his waist.  "Grell?"  I asked.  He looked up, his eyes advocating intense indignation.  Grabbing his chainsaw handle, he swung it at me.  I lurched back and felt myself being pulled downwards.  Throwing my arm around behind me, I caught myself on my hands, doing on an arch on the ground.  Flipping my legs back I stood in the mud.  I was getting the conception this wasn't a play fight anymore.  I didn't want to fight Grell.  Mainly because I knew my grades would suffer from it.  But also because he was my trainer, no matter how ignorant or invidious he may be, he was still my trainer.  I guess that miniscule sliver of respect I had for him won over.  Seconds later he was charging me again and I resorted to just ending it.  Time to fight fire with fire.  The blades of his Death Scythe cut my upper arm and send a torrent of blood coursing down my limb.  Before I could even say "Go to Hell," I had a fistful of Grell's shirt, about ready to punch him.  But I noticed a figure walking toward us, an umbrella over its head.  Walking into view, I realized who it was.  "Will?"  I asked.  "Huh?"  Grell said and turned his head to see.  I released his shirt and he fell to his knees.  "Stop, both of you."  Will said loudly.  "This is not a death match.  Grell stand up and get your Death Scythe."  Walking up to us, he looked almost pissed off.  "I can't believe I actually have to separate you two.  Grell, you should know better.  You should be training her, not fighting her.  And Phoenix…-"Will shook his head- "You shouldn't be taking your anger out on Grell.  Just deal with the fact that he is your trainer and you should respect him."  "You have the wrong idea here."  I told him and pushed my hair back.  "We were training-kind of-before you stepped in and fucked things up."  Will's eyebrow twitched in anger.  "Oh really?"  He asked his voice colder than the rain that drowned us.  My anger still left a residue etched into my veins, which spoke in turn for the way I snapped at Will.  Looking around, the mise-en-scène around us was becoming ominously dark.  Like the dark that haunts a hundred year old house.  It was Grell that spoke next.  "Yes, really.  I was testing to see how well she fought."  Will looked exasperated.  "Fine then.  Just don't kill each other.  And Grell, hurry up to the next lesson if you will."  He said.  "Anything for you, William."  Grell smiled.  Will began walking across my flooded lawn to the road ahead.  After I was sure he was out of earshot I said, "Well is that what you wanted?  To get pummeled by your trainee?  Hm?"  "You need to work on your social ethics, darling."  He told me, brushing his pants off.  Darling.  "Don't call me that," I snapped.  "Someone's a bit finicky."  Grell stated and put his hands on his hips.  I rolled my eyes and said, "So what next?  You're the trainer."  "Well, I suppose it'll do us no good being soaked with rain, now would it?"  He said.  "No, I guess not."  We walked back into my house and dried off.  Standing in the bathroom I was yanking a brush through my hair, the rain beating down on the glass windows.  I finished and braided it back like I always do.  My upper arm still bleeding slightly, I decided to take a look at it.  Turning my head and holding my arm out, I could clearly see the definite incision left by the blades.  I licked the blood off and the cut stung.  With the thought of Grell wandering about my house unsupervised, I took the gauze from my cabinet and unraveled it.  After several failed attempts at wrapping it one armed, I threw it down onto the counter.  "Ugh, whatever, bleed then for all I care."  I muttered in agitation.  "You are painful to watch, my dear."  Grell said from behind me.  I spun around, startled, and saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, his legs crossed Indian style, his elbows resting on his knees.  His coat was on the edge of my door and he looked like a different person without it.  "What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"  I snapped and turned back around.  "Watching you sadly attempt to wrap your arm."  He stated and had no intention of trying to conceal his honesty.  I rolled my eyes and sighed loudly.  Before I knew it, Grell was in front of me, wrapping the cut in gauze.  Personally, he was a bit too close for comfort, but I stayed where I was and turned my head to the side.  I swallowed as he worked on my arm in silence.  After what felt an eternity and a half, he finished and leaned back on the counter, admiring his handiwork.  I glanced at the wrapped cut and said quietly, "Thanks."