Title: William T. Spears' Fatal Mistake

Summary: Grell goes to Undertaker about problem, which the legendary reaper fixes. Permanently.

Disclaimer: Do you really think I own Black Butler? If I did, then I wouldn't write fanfiction about it. I'd just make it an actual episode!

Words: 685

Rating: T

Warnings: Death and stated abuse :3

Grell staggered into the funeral home, a trail of red behind him. His expression resembled that of someone who'd just seen a ghost, only ten times more terrified. His eyes darted from left to right, never letting them look at something long enough for them to focus. A dark shadow appeared in the doorway across the room, looming over the scattered coffins. The haunting figure cackled manically as a pair of green eyes flashed briefly in the darkness.

"Oh my, what do we have here," the figure inquired, eyeing the red-headed shanigami.

Grell shuddered when he heard the man's voice. It was deep and a tad bit scratchy sounding, but it comforted Grell regardless. The lights were turned on and the menacing figure noticed what he'd missed in the dark. Dropping the creeper act, he ran over to Grell and accessed the damage.

"My dearest, what happened to you!?"

Grell started to cry and turned away, not wanting someone to see him so weak. He hurriedly tried to dry his tears when he felt a long nail against his chin, forcing him to look at the owner of said nail.

"Grell my lady, please tell me what's caused you such pain."

The younger reaper placed a hand against his forehead and sighed dramatically.

"Oh my dear Undertaker, I upset William again… It's all my fault, I made a mess of everything and he had to stay late to fix things!"

Undertaker shushed this beloved and pet his beautiful red hair, running his fingers through each silky strand. He loved the lady crying in his arms and hated to see him like this. Something of such beauty should never be mistreated like this. It just wasn't right…

"Calm down my sweet, tell me what he did to you?"

"He… He… He beat me!"

Undertaker froze in place upon hearing these words. His rage began to boil up at the thought of his precious Grell, helpless and being touched by someone other than himself.

"I… I mean, he's done it before, but this time was different… His eyes…"

Grell winced in pain as handful of his hair was yanked back.

"Un-Undertaker…"

Realizing what he was doing, Undertaker let go of Grell and pushed him away, not wanted to inflict any more pain onto him.

"It's ok, I know you didn't mean to… Can I confess something to you," Grell asked, unsure. He obviously had feelings for the older shanigami, but figuring out if those feelings were returned was an issue. Instead he settled on, "I'm so glad you're my friend."

There it was, the one word that Undertaker hated more than anything. Friend. Completely oblivious to how Grell TRULY felt, Undertaker smiled sadly.

"As am I darling, now please, forget about that ignorant man. He can't hurt you here…"

Undertaker then smiled broadly and looked at Grell through his silver bangs with unseen sorrow in his eyes.

"You're right! Besides, I'm here with you," Grell said with a blush, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

Due to his incompetence at work, Grell had been suspended for a week. Once that week was over, he'd confronted William about the situation. He not only told him everything Undertaker had said, but finished by saying he didn't have to take any more of William's bullshit. After work, Grell had decided to stop by Undertaker's house since he had some free time due to William leaving work early. He burst through the door and widened his eyes in horror. There, in the middle of the floor, was William's severely mangled body floating in a pool of his own blood.

"William!"

It was all his fault. He never should've said anything, should've just kept his mouth shut. He knew that William was upset, but he never thought…

At that moment, Undertaker appeared in the doorway, shovel I hand and a manic grin plastered on his face.

"Why hello my love! Your buddy William came to pay me a little visit, but I'm afraid it was most unpleasant. Now, would you be so kind as to help me remove this unwanted guest?"

A/N: Just a little idea running through my head. The execution wasn't perfect, but I still like it c: