A Certain Word
Summary: Grell is sick and tired of being called a certain word. Agni tells Sebastian, who uses it to his advantage.
"If Grell hits on me one more time I think I may actually projectile vomit all over that red jacket of his." Moaned Sebastian.
"Why haven't you reported him to the dean then?" asked Aleister.
"For what?" Sebastian asked, "It's not a crime to like a person… I just can't waltz into Mr. Phantomhive's office and say 'Sir, I would like to report someone for hitting on me'. Yes, I see that going very well."
"It should be a crime to be that desperate…" said Ashe.
"I don't care about that I just want to be rid of the pest!" complained Sebastian.
"Well there is one way to get rid of a certain redhead…" said Agni, almost reluctantly.
"Really, what?"
"Well." and he told them.
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Grell leaned over Sebastian's seat right on cue.
"Good morning, Bassy." Sebastian stayed silent.
"What? No "go away"? No complaint? Have you stopped resisting our love at last Sabas-chan?"
"I will never love a slut like you, Grell."
"W-what?" Grell looked like he'd been hit across the face.
"I said, get out of my face you filthy slut-whore… can't you see that I could never love a disease ridden piece of garbage like you."
"How could you?" The words were strangled by a sob and before Sebastian was able to realise just how cruel it actually was, Grell had run out of the room crying.
Sebastian almost felt bad… almost.
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Grell Sutcliff was a mess. Running through the halls of Funtom Academy. Trying to think of were he would hide... Where he COULD hide.
"Grell?" It was Angelina Durless. "Grell, what's wrong?"
Grell just shakes his head and Angelina knew right then that it was turning out to be a ditch day. She dragged him back to her dorm room to change, before sneaking out to their favorite Cafe.
"He...he called me a slut..." Grell was sitting down and sipping Earl Grey at Cafe Rouge.
"Oh, Grell... I'm sorry."
"I thought he was different..."
"Maybe there's more to it..."
"I don't care! It still hurts!" Grell leaned into Angelina's embrace, letting the head cheerleader comfort him.
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Sebastian had been feeling... strange, since telling off Grell. It was strange because he had never much liked Grell. The redhead was annoying and overly persistent, and couldn't take a subtle hint to back off. However, since Sebastian's verbal assault, the red head had made himself seemingly disapear.
Of course, after that first day was over, Grell still attended his classes. He still sat in his seat directly in front of Sebastian... but he was quieter and had tried not to bring attention to himself, and for some reason Sebastian was starting to miss the idiot.
Looking back, Sebastian's problem had never actually been the redhead, but the fact that the redhead was a Reaper. Part of that gang that Sebastian and his family were dedicated to taking down.
"Oi! Michaelis!" He turned and found himself faced with Angelina Durless. "You ruined my best friend! He was so vibrant and red and then you went and made him a dull boring brown! Get over here and pay for your sins, Demon!" Yes... Sebastian Michaelis had to find a way to get things fixed quickly.
End Pilot Episode.
