Well here is chapter one of my WillxGrell story~! It is sad with humor and angsty romance~ I want it to be happy but a lot of it was pulled from some real life stuff that has just recently occurred in my life. Recently everything has depressed me but I have been getting quite a bit done in the art world thanks to it~ I took my pain from the very fresh wound of having a broken heart and transferred it into Grell for this story~

I have not written any FF in ages and I have unfortunately lost my RP/storying partner so have not done that in ages either Also currently have no editor so please forgive any mistakes and whatnot~ Also sorry it's not the longest ;o;

Please enjoy and I hope to update in a timely fashion~

I do not own anything/one from Kuroshitsuji~ Belongs to Yana Toboso~ I only own this little ff and plot~


Chapter 1

"Shut it Will~!" A glass flew past the brunette's indifferent face as he watched the red head down another shot. His hair was a mess of fly-aways and his face was blotchy and red from the tears and the booze. "I need another~!" Grell yelled waving his glass as William adjusted his slipping glasses.

The barkeep poured another shot into the tumbler, Grell's hazy green eyes trained on him like a hawk sizing up prey. William couldn't help but notice the slight shaking of the man's hand as he slid the glass closer to the boisterous Shinigami, the fear in his eyes pooling to the surface as his noticed the shark-like grin that was presented to him.

William's calm voice spoke up, "Just leave the bottle. I will keep an eye on him." The man was more than happy to oblige, leaving the bottle and scurrying off.

Normally William was not one for anything like this. He refused to even make an appearance at Ronald Knox's office parties, so he could not fathom why he was sitting in a pub with one piss drunk Grell Sutcliff.

He sighed heavily as his eyes fell to the crimson haired man's lips as they parted and he tossed back yet another shot. The dark haired reaper felt his body bristle as a bit trickled down the other reaper's chin causing said reaper's tongue to dart out and retrieve the drop as though it were precious gold.

William watched as Grell refilled his glass without spilling a drop and he suddenly wondered if the redhead did this often. Grell was still going on about being left behind by his lover as he flipped back another two shots ranting all the while never missing a drop of the golden liquid. The brunette knew that the smaller Shinigami had spent nights with the demon and he absolutely despised the knowledge and the fact it was true but he hadn't realized how attached the redhead had obviously been.

Grell waved his glass in his superior's face "Want a sip Willi~?" William gave the glass a disgusted look. He only drank when he was alone after hours, definitely not in a crowded pub in the mortal realm with Sutcliff. He rested his forehead in his hand sighing as he felt the set of green eyes studying him "no Sutcliff."

"And another thing Will, he did this before he left~!" Bright crimson hair was pulled back to reveal a deep purple love bite just under his jaw. "He marked me like that~! And then left~! Completely destroying a ladies pride~!" William's eyes flew wide as he saw the claiming mark under the younger Shinigami's chin. "Didn't even have the balls to tell me to my face he was leaving~," His voice cracked as William touched the little bruise on his skin.

Grell shook his head as a devious smirk slipped to the surface revealing his sharp teeth; he raised his glass and waggled it at William. "I need a refill Willi-dear~." He giggled as William scowled at the pet name. "I think not, Mr. Sutcliff."

With that Will stood, left the money to pay for the drinks, shattered glasses (Grell was far from acting lady-like this evening) and the tip before taking the upset Shinigami's arm and tugging him from his perch at the bar. Two tone eyes gazed around; their owner wobbled clinging to his superior's arm as he was drug to the door. All eyes were turned on them as the taller of the two gave a curt nod of thanks to the barkeep and guided a stumbling, confused Grell out of the pub.

The bright red hair bobbed back and forth as its owner swayed seeming to dazed to argue at all the sudden movement. They walked quietly down the street as Grell tried getting his brain to focus on what had just happened. It took a few short minutes but as soon as his feet were firmly under him and he realized they were outside his angry tirade continued. "That bastard~," he was screaming and William was torn between two thoughts. 'Thank the Gods the streets were empty' and 'Curse Lucifer if Sutcliff woke up the entire block.'

"-and then he threw me~! Through a door Will~! That shit exploded~! Took me three washes to clean my hair~," he tugged on his bright crimson locks. William didn't even bother reprimanding Grell on his language knowing at the moment it would fall on deaf ears. William thought back to what lead up to him escorting the drunken man home.

Grell had not shown up at the end of his shift and as it was William's job to keep the flashy reaper in order he had gone out looking for him. After about fifteen minutes of searching he overheard some commotion and sensed the redhead. He found him in a pub screaming at the woman behind the counter for being a harlot. Needless to say they did not stay there long. He did allow the already buzzed Grell to lead him to another pub as he was now able to keep an eye on him. To William's immense displeasure Grell was upset about the demon Michalis leaving with his brat and returning to Hell and as the smaller Shinigami vented William wondered just how involved their relationship had been.

The sharp toothed reaper was pulling at his hair as he whined and kicked his feet, trailing just behind William as they headed towards Grell's favorite ally to form a portal home. It had begun raining and Grell's hair was frizzing even worse than before and it seemed to fuel the fire of his rage.

The flamboyant Shinigami was currently stomping his feet so hard as he vented that William was sure he was going to break a heel, but as they neared the ally wall in a more deserted part of London's back streets the taller Shinigami noticed Grell had ceased walking and gone silent. William adjusted his glasses out of habit and turned back to the stock still figure standing a few feet behind him, the silence unnerving. This was not something he expected from Grell and he hated to admit he was worried as he felt his stomach knot at the sudden change in the redhead's demeanor. Suddenly green tear filled eyes lifted to Will's as a cracked and broken voice asked "Why Will?" A loud sob ripped itself from Grell's throat. "Why did he leave Will?"