Yey! an Undertaker x Grell fic!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these Kuroshitsuji character and credits to Yana Taboso for making them! :)
Notes: this is a joint effort of Me (SleepyCrimson Ninja) and ChibiGlowKitteh :)
ok...i'm starting to talk too much...so
Chapter One ~ ChibiGlowKitteh
Grell sniffled as he splashed through the pouring rain, the crystalline rainwater droplets mixing in with the tears that streamed down his face and turned his mascara to a water-colour mess. He then headed to the only place he would currently be welcome in a situation like this… he'd much rather have turned to William, but all he would have gotten was a whack on the head from his bosses death scythe and stern words for being around that 'demon scum'… but he would be around the demon no longer… The memory replayed again and again, torturing his already broken heart.
"Oh Sebas-chan~!" Grell sped down the alley towards the back of the retreating swallowtail coat and latched around its owners waist.
"Grell…" The demon sighed, not trying to hide his disgust towards the annoying reaper.
"Why so glum? I came here all the way to see Y~O~U!" Grell stepped in front of Sebastian and gently prodded his chest with each letter he spelt out, only to have his hand slapped away, "Ah, so stoic! It makes my heart flutter!" Grell grinned,
"Sebastian! What are you…" The reaper and butler turned to see Sebastian's young master emerging from the Scotland Yard, he trailed off and his expression turned to impatience and annoyance.
"Grell… what are you doing here?" He growled,
"I came to see my beloved Sebas-chan! Why else?" Grell asked, the young earl's eyes suddenly were lost in concentration of his thoughts when he opened his mouth to speak again.
"Grell, if you refuse to leave Sebastian alone, I leave you no choice…"
"W-Wha…?" Grell stammered, confused by the boys words,
"I never want you around my butler again… Sebastian, I order you, to never speak, or look, or have anything to do with Grell ever again. If you try anything, Grell…" He turned to the black clad butler, "Sebastian, if Grell ever tries to see you again, you shall be ordered to kill him." With a satisfied smirk,
Ciel watched with a terrible gleam in his eye as Grell's expression turned from elated at seeing Sebastian, to horror, then longing sadness in a mere few moments.
"Sebastian, let's go," Ciel turned with a flick of his cape, beginning to stalk from the alleyway, Sebastian turned to look at Grell once more… the last time he ever would be allowed,
"Sebas-chan… please…" Grell whispered hoarsely, trying to fight the tears that were already beginning to trail down his cheeks. His heart snapped when he saw Sebastian glance after his retreating young master and knelt to the damp ground on one knee, hand over his heart in his signature bow, "Yes, my lord," And with that, the butler stood and walked from the alley, not even giving a glance back…
The Undertaker's shop loomed overhead in the dark clouds that produced a false darkness, causing London to look as though it had reached dusk even though it was barely lunch. Raising a trembling hand, from cold weather and the shaking sobs that wracked his body.
Grell knocked quietly on the door. A few agonizing moments later, the door swung open and the silver head poked out,
"Has the young Earl finally come for his-" Undertaker's usual grin dropped to an uncharacteristic frown when he spotted the sobbing reaper on his doorstep, "Grell? You're going to catch the death of yourself! What are you doing out there?!"
Undertaker was too surprised to find Grell in the condition he was currently in the use the reapers infamous 'm'dear'. The black sleeved hand closed on Grell's wrist and yanked him inside when he didn't move, a dripping, shivering, emotional mess. The door slammed behind Grell, causing him to jump slightly when Undertaker's hand dropped onto his shoulder, causing him to peer sadly up at the mortician
"Now, what's wrong, hm, m'dear?" He asked, the slight hints of a smile tugging at the corners at corners of his mouth again, obviously the state Grell was in hadn't fazed him for long.
"Oh, U-Undertaker…. It's j-just t-terrible!" Grell wailed, the silver-haired man was taken by surprise as
Grell fell forward into his arms, nearly knocking the two into a shelf of jars that held the organs of the dead. Undertaker quickly steadied himself and clutched the emotional reaper to him with surprising tenderness as Grell trembled in the black robes of the retired death god. He glanced down in confusion before allowing himself to try and calm the reaper down enough for him to speak.
"Hush now… everything is fine," His fingers trailed through the long crimson tresses as he rocked the shinigami slightly. After a few moments, Grell's noisy sobs ceased to small hiccups as he peered sadly up at the grinning-again face of Undertaker.
"S-Sebastian… he's never allowed to see me again due to his stupid little masters o-orders… If I try to approach them, he's been ordered to simply end my life…" Undertaker let a small, audible growl emanate from his throat as Grell stepped away, though he had calmed from his break-down, he was still shivering with cold that had soaked into his weary bones.
"Why don't you have a seat, m'dear? I'll be back with tea in a moment," With that, he swept himself into the darkened kitchen doorway. Grell sniffled once more and wiped away one last tear that snaked its way down and drip from the tip of his nose. He peered around the shop before gingerly taking a seat on a black coffin lid, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on his lap while waiting for the insane mortician to return.
to be continued...