Chapter 1 - Who the hell is that?!
"Undertaker I am coming in!" The young heir to the Phantomhive manor, Ciel Phantomhive announced turning the door handle .. or at least attempting to to turn the handle.
"What?! Locked?" The young earl yelled clearly displeased. Stepping back Ciel noticed small flickers of candle light were in the shop rather then being pitch black like usual.
"Seems rather odd." Sebastian said ( mostly to himself). Ciel turned around glaring up at his demonic butler, not in the mood for not receiving what he wants. Turning his body back towards the door Ciel backed away looking at Sebastian with his patched eye.
"Open the door by force Sebastian that is an order!" The young earl barked, pointing at the decayed wooden door. Sebastian smirked getting down on one knee bowing, with his red eye glowing at the door.
"Yes my lord." Sebastian answered in his regular husky voice. He got up walking towards the door's hinges, using some of his demonic strength to move the rusty nails holding the door in place. Once both nails slide out the door hit the ground with a heavy sound leaving the entrance open. Ciel blinked in confusion at seeing the inside of the shop. The place was cleaned .. no dust or cobwebs in sight and the candle light was more prominent then it was from the outside. Undertaker walked from the back snickering to himself as he usually did upon seeing the young earl and his butler.
"I guess even a door can't stop the demon butler and his earl!' He said cackling softly, clearly not bothered at his destroyed door 'As much as you two entertain me and fill me laughter, Im afraid I have no time for that today." Undertaker said in an semi-serious voice, shocking both Ciel and Sebastian.
"What do you mean you have no time for to assist us?!" Ciel yelled with childish impatience. Undertaker looked slightly panicked at the volume of Ciel's voice, making Sebastian raise his eyebrow at the suspicious retired reaper.
"Young earl please control your voice!" Undertaker hushed, waving his arms in slight panic.
"Then explain why you won't help and why you are acting out of character!" Ciel yelled deaf to Undertaker's pleas. Suddenly a small cry caught the attention of everyone in the room, silencing Undertaker's and (mostly) Ciel's yells in an instant. Undertaker walked quickly to the back towards the cries with Ciel and Sebastian following closely behind.
"Oh little one did the noise disturb your slumber?" Undertaker asked the small figure wrapped in soft white comforter's. Sebastian's eyes widen at the sight of the small figure. It had shoulder length reddish hair, that was messy and was as red as a cherry. The small child looked to be no older then 3 to 4 years older and was wearing a pinkish night dress that dropped to the child's ankles. Something about the child was vaguely familiar ... but the demon couldn't put his finger on it. Sebastian also noticed that the child had a pacifier in his/her mouth, which is rather old, as the child looked too old to be still having one.
"Shh shh its ok Grell, no harm will come to you hehe!" Undertaker said in his regular voice, successfully calming the distressed toddler.
"G-Grell?!" Ciel yelled clearly shocked. Grell turned to Ciel at hearing his name and hide his face in Undertaker's shoulders upon seeing the young earl's glare. Undertaker took Grell's pacifier out, which once taken out looked more like a mouth guard for shark's jaw then a normal pacifier. Undertaker wrapped Grell around in fuzzy red blanket, lifting him in his arms while Grell wrapped his small arms around Undertaker's neck and rag doll with button eyes. Making the aged reaper chuckle.
"Come to the front I'll explain what this matter is." Undertaker said, walking to the front of the funeral home. Sebastian and Ciel followed behind sitting on the closed caskets. Undertaker placed Grell on the ground gently kneeling to his level.
"See the taller man in the butler uniform little one? That is mister Sebastian and the young boy right besides him is the young earl, Ciel Phantomhive. Why don't you keep them company while I fix tea ok?" Undertaker finished explaining getting up, giving Grell a gentle push of encouragement, leaving Grell and his two guests alone together.
"What have done to yourself this time reaper?" Ceil asked in a cold voice looking at the small child. Grell looked down at his feet shaking slightly. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the gesture. Grell was acting .. afraid? "Hey! I'm speaking to you idiot!" Ciel yelled annoyed with the toddler. Grell shifted back still refusing to look at the young boy.
"I-I don'ts k-k-knows earl." He replied back in small voice, squeezing his rag doll. Ciel glared at the young child obviously dissatisfied with Grell's responses. Even months after the death of Madam Red hatred still burned deep inside the young Phantomhive brat, even if the reaper was now a defenseless child.
Sebastian noticing the tension in room got up from his spot kneeling on both his knee's in front of Grell making Grell lift his head up at the butler with curious eyes.
"You're a very quiet one. Do you know who I or my master is?" Sebastian smiling while speaking in soft voice. The little stared back I awe at the demonic red eyes easing his grip on the rag doll.
"I'm s-sorrys I don'ts knows who either of yous." Grell said looking confused. It was difficult to understand him since his regular flamboyant voice was now replaced by a small under developed voice.
'So he doesn't recall anything by his past ... err present life. Which means he doesn't remember he killed madam red or the other prostitutes. Or even me and young master. That explains why he has mousy behavior around us as far as he is concern we are total strangers that popped out of thin air.'
"Mister?" Grell's voice interrupted the butlers thinking. Sebastian looked at the small redhead noticing the child titling his head to the side.
"Why yes Grell-chan?" Sebastian asked in soft tone. It somewhat pained him to do so but not doing so otherwise might frighten the de-aged reaper.
"Whats yous name?" Grell asked shyly. Sebastian smirked bowing slightly taking one of Grell's small hands silently noting the small hands no longer had any trace of red nail polish or acrylic nails or the long feminine fingers.
"Sebastian Michaelis my small lady" He said in husky voice softly kissing the hand making the toddler blush red, giggling slightly. Ciel watched the sight rolling his eyes at sickeningly sweet moment between the two. Just as the young earl was about to yell the reaper and demon to separate Undertaker returned with a tray consisting of tea and his usual biscuits. Grell smiled showing his python sharp teeth running towards the mortician, hugging his leg. Undertaker placed the tray on a closed coffin giggling at the redhead. He picked Grell up tossing him in the air making the child laugh whole heartily.
"Enough. Now what happened to gender confused idiot?" Ciel demanded rolling his eyes. Undertaker didn't seem phased by Ciel's vile behavior at all still giggling with Grell.
"Hehe impatient are we? Hehe have a seat you two this will take a while to explain fully-" Undertaker stopped mid way, feeling Grell trying to get out of his grip cooing at Sebastian's direction, making Undertaker laugh as usual. "Hehe seem's that the little one has grown on you butler! Hehe!" Undertaker lifted Grell up from under his arms placing him on the floor gently afterwards the toddler ran/walked towards Sebastian's leg clumsy hugging the demon's leg. Sebastian hid a laugh, picking the toddler up placing him gently on his lap, while the toddler hugged his doll clearly at home in butler's lap.
"Hehe seems rather odd typically shinigami children are terrified of demons and angels! hehe!" Undertaker exclaimed both surprised and amused at the scene. Some things never changed ...
"Are you going to explain this or not?" Ciel asked glaring at his butler, who was smiling softly at the young shinigami on his lap.
"Prepare yourself young earl this will take more then a minute to explain to the two of you" Undertaker stated,nready to explain to the child and demon for who shinigami knows how long ...