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A Woman's Wish
It was then, as he watched her from the crack in the door, that he realized he was in love with Madam Red. He loved her enough to end her, for his sake and hers. Grell/Madame Red central, hints to William/Grell
Rated M for graphic violence, angst, and sexual content
(References to An Eternal Sin are made here)
There was a scheduled accident upon an aristocratic street of London, England. The accident resulted in the death of two, one man and one unborn child that fallowed after; for the time it was the man's appointment that was top priority.
Grell Sutcliff walked along the sidewalk, his heels clicking the pavement languidly. His normally proud and upheld shoulders were slouched forth in an effortless position to reflect his emotions. Another night, last night to be exact, that William had shut him out from his office and out of his sight. The order was, technically, to never be within the Shinigami's peripheral vision.
He done a great job so far, he made it in the morning to the General Affairs to retrieve his assignment and death scythe without crossing paths with the somewhat relentless man. Grell looked down at the ground and then threw himself at the nearest wall to his his aching back. Soul collections never started for the day until this man and stillborn die a few feet ahead of him.
Colors in the office were a rare sight to see and, to stay out of the norm of dying one's hair dark, Grell became the manifestation of the passionate mirage of the fiery crimson of fire. There were few Shinigami who dare to decide break the norm, save for Eric Slingby and Ronald Knox who had bravely dyed their own hairs blond and black that kept changes somewhat subtle and approving for all.
Then there was Grell, he was instantly rejected by everyone. Perhaps it was his creativeness or his flamboyancy that made the others look the other direction. William T. Spears, the heartthrob of his life, immediately turned to move love to his papers than Grell over the years. He spent years pestering William, eventually acting more obnoxious to gain his, no, anyone and everyone's attention.
His only known approach was sexuality but it was frowned down upon for ages. Frowned upon by all. Frowned upon by him.
Grell sighed. He told me to leave him alone forever. If he really wanted that he could have put me away or to another manager, but he still gives assignments...
He shoved his hands into his pockets and hunched slightly.
The London air was cool and crisp, the perfect weather for William. Grell shuddered at the thought of him, he shook his head away of the thoughts. He almost wanted to cry until the strident screech of metal against metal of a set of carriage wheels. Grell looked to his right to see Big Ben's time.
10:25 AM
Grell wiped his eyes and went to the corner of the street to casually wait for the accident. A carriage before him, a few good feet away, caught his glistening eye. It was not the carriage itself, nor the horses nor driver, but the passengers within. One was the man he were to collect, the other was a woman. A woman who looked like she was entrapped within a circus ring and whipped about to perform forced acts to appease the crowds had something special about her.
"Walk on," he heard the nobles' driver command and the carriage creaked out of its stop. Grell grew fixated on the woman, the last he saw of her, smiling and laughing (falsely as he could tell) to her companion in the carriage. He approached, as if the burden of William's banishment towards him had been lifted, with the urge to warn them of their impending fate.
She's beautiful.
And then she became a flash of red, that was what stood out before anything happened.
Like a wilting rose.
"No, wait-" His voice was drowned away at another shriek of metals, then a startling crash fallowed it. Grell turned his eyes away, he looked at another direction.
This was the first time he could never face a death. He wanted to run away and leave the mission for someone else and forget whoever he was; start anew as another person would be an easy task with his power but keeping the disguise would always have a price. Grell bit his lip until it bled, he heard shouts and screams of the confused and distraught observers of the accident; he mustered up the courage to face his work.
"Someone! Get a doctor! A carriage crashed into another one! Hurry!"
Grell was the first to respond.
The sight he saw made him feel like he was a measly human witnessing death at work by first hand. The colliding carriage at flipped over from an unsuccessful attempt in swerving to forestall an accident; obviously it failed, it landed on its side and rotated, with horses oddly detached from the yolks, until it slammed strait into the noblewoman and man's carriage, causing it to tip over and ultimately send metal bars (bent from the horses' escape) jabbing strait into the passengers' compartment.
Both drivers came tumbling and flying forth in different directions and landing on a sidewalk without fatal injuries but it was the passenger within the carriage that suffered the most damage that became Grell's focus. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
Grell sprinted to avoid people from seeing him in the midst of their hysteria; luckily they were focused upon the other carriage that lacked a passenger itself.
He hopped strait up to the wreckage. It was on its side, his hand took a hand to the door and lung it open to reveal a most horrid of scenes he had witnessed. No, focus, Grell. Worry after this.
Inside the death trap the metal bars protruded into the cushioned velvet seats. Feathers were scattered among the compartment, blood dyed the walls red, and clothes were torn in multiple places. He summoned his chainsaw, turn the engine on, and revved it; he quickly reaped the man, whose corpse was penetrated through his heart by one of the metal bars.
Cinematic Records were viewed, he quickly watched it and judged him dead.
"Hey, you! Get them out!" Grell could hear the crowd notice him.
On an opposite side of the man's position Grell discovered a woman dressed in nothing but red, even her hair was the same color, the blood was hard to distinguish but the dress darkened in color so quickly. A metal pole came from her womb; it was a freak accident and Grell was suddenly marveled by the woman in red. He paused briefly, thinking he would have to reap her soul next but realized it was the life inside her he would have to collect.
With dexterity, he regretted in doing so, he brought the chainsaw to her womb and, with a bit of pain to his voice, uttered,"My apologies, Lady Angelina."
A/N: I wanted to write this pairing, they deserve attention.
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