Chapter 1.

The tick.

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The thunderous click of scarlet heels came to an abrupt halt, causing a vermilion inaccurately worn jacket to sway forward in the same motion of long locks of candy apple hair to stick slightly to the front of a simple

(and slightly stylized) vest and pant, as the owner of such whore-ish attire leaped for the nearest bush.

"Did he see me?" The Death God whispered as if the bush could respond with a reassuring "No."

A few yards ahead, upon the pale stone path that the mansion held from it's mouth, a small, melancholy doll stepped out tapping his cane in an authoritative stance while viewing his outer court. Following the boy, an infamous, trim man came shutting the door coolly behind him as they made way closer and closer to the silly man in the bushes.

'What are they doing?

They know I'm here don't they?

Does this mean I should bounce out of the bushes as if it was an intended capture, and go about my typical show of attempting to plant one on the butler?

I'm getting tired of being forced into this mask I have to put on, why can't I just have this butler to my self already?

Oh well, at least I can make him shout my name in anger.'

The Death God gathered in his thoughts and began to make his move, but before the transvestite could manage his unsophisticated act for them, the feather haired butler halted his master and whispered into the boy's ear.

"What are they doing now?"

The brick colored man snorted to the bush and plucked grass in balled up fists.

"Are they planning to make me look more of a mockery by having me lay in wait here?" He whispered a bit raspier from slight anger.

The emotionless boy nodded in reply.

'What was that? Did he just read my mind? What kind of crazy human is Sebast-chan taking care-' before the simple thought could be completed, the artificial butler became much, much taller, his scent became stronger. Golden-yellow eyes could see every detail, his once blurred black outfit became crystal clear and textured, his chain to his pocket watch almost blinded the Shinigami from rays of sun hitting it so quickly, raven-like hair sprinkled about the man's stern, alluring face, leading eyes to meet one another.

The Demon's lips slightly frowned as he leaned over, "Grell-san. Would you mind explaining why you've been here every day at the same exact time? Don't think it goes unnoticed."

Feeling strict cardinal eyes piercing through him, feathered, black hair barely tickling his face from wind and simply being really close to Sebastian, he couldn't find the guts to say what he really wanted, so he spurted his usual playboy talk with a shrug.

"Aah! Sebast-chan! So you've noticed me? How thoughtful of you to wonder what I'm up to! We should sit down and have a cup of tea or whatever you do while catching up with each other! And not to mention, I still need my kiss anyways, we might as well make it a full out date! Or marriage!" Wide shark-like teeth simmered his words, looking up at his love.

The lingering butler took in a deep breath and sighed, standing up fully. Grell couldn't help but take in a breath as well, taking in the Demon's arousing scent before it was pushed away from the wind and being parted further.

"Don't think so much of yourself. I wouldn't dare wonder what the likes of you have been up to, nor would I want to have a chat, let alone a date. I want an answer. Or shall I go straight to showing you the way off my Master's property?" The loathsome butler made a slight twitch with his hand completing his harsh sentence, Grell noted it quickly.

'Was that a tick of anger? Or is Sebast holding a mask over his face just like I am right now?

Are we in the same situation?

I want to know.

Should I push it?

He faltered, it's unlike such a perfect being. I want to see more perfect flaws in him.

Will he show me?

Why am I questioning myself?

I have to keep this mask on.

Is he going to break it?

Can I break his?

Is he even putting on a mask right now?

Or is he really angry with me?'

A gust of wind tossed Grell's hair over his face, waking him from the thousands of questions to himself.

"Maybe if you kiss me, I'll tell you." The scarlet man winked shifting one hand from the ground to stroke his hair back out of his face, creating an unintentional sensuous pose.

Sebastian's face ticked this time, slightly raising one eyebrow, but briskly brought his face back into his usual ticked-off look. His feet shuffled slyly closer, as he grabbed a hold of the sitting red man by the wrist, "Aah- Sebast- Ow! Ow ow ow! This hurts! Sebast-chan!"

Not turning to see his whimpering victim, the black butler continued on and dragged him to the front gate and to the side where a wall of bushes hid them from the young boy waiting impatiently. "Okay! Okay! I give! I give! just don't hit me in the face! Ah! Geez! Look what you did! My high-heels are all scuffed up now!" Grell hollered yanking for his wrist to be free.

'I was wrong.

Completely wrong.

I pushed the button, and it gave me the answer I didn't want.

I'm wrong.

He's not wearing a mask.

I'm always wrong.

Why would I think so?

I'm never going to be right.

Now he's going to stomp my face in, and leave me heart broken, yet again.

I'm in a bad spot now,

I only made him mad, and now I'm going to pa-'

Grell's thoughts evaporated into the air as something so soft, and warm, so expected, yet so alarming, crashed into lips. A warm substance began oozing from the corner of his mouth.

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Hmmm, wonder if that was a punch to the face or not?

Muahaha.

To be continued? Let me know if this is worthy of attempting to continue. It's my first fanfic, let alone first GrellxSeb, so I might not have the characters down fully, I'll do my best to get better if I get to keep going! Heehee. Please ignore any wrong spelling, grammar, weird way of typing. I'll do my best to improve.