To love ones self...

Down town London had always carried an air of richness to it, that's if one choose not to peer behind ally ways and dark corners or went walking late at nights. This world was down right scary at all times, only few choose to face its harshness while others went about their way, willing themselves to ignore the constant pain and hardship of others. After all how can one find time to pity poor broken souls when theirs were no better?

The day had been going wrong from the moment a certain red headed reaper awoke. From almost dying the night before to almost getting suspended from duties, it seemed he was destined to face hardship in what ever aspect of life he choose. Even that one thing he so longed to have, that one thing he cared for above others eluded him. His job, his friends none of it mattered if he had to go about spending the rest of his immortal existence painfully alone.

That horrible dream still seemed fresh in his mind, it was as if he could actually feel those sharp edges of deathly looking finger nails ripping through his flawless skin. The smell of his blood still filled his nostril like the sweet scent of daisies in the summer. Grell felt a coldness he hadn't known to be there before, one that shook his very core, one that made his luscious locks stand on edge. It was like some form of electricity passing though the atmosphere, chilling and shocking his bones as it touched his frail, lite form. He hugged his signature red coat tighter around himself as he continued to aimlessly wonder the human world.

Strange it seemed. Usually with free time such as this he would have gone hunting, or to better phrase it stalking. It had been quite a while since he last saw Sebastian let alone mention his name. Then again why would he? No one but the undertaker indulged him when the topic of said demon arose. After all, the Phantomhives and the old undertaker went way back.

Suttcliffe continued to walk slowly, kicking stray pebbles as he happened upon them, still thinking about his miserable existence. His beautiful Bassey had always rejected him but...no matter how annoying he acted around that butler, he still acknowledged his presence. Even though his voice held an air of disgust Sebastian still greeted him with proper manners.

Grell began to laugh inwardly, then suddenly he broke out in an all hysterical giggling fit. It seemed his fragile, effeminate mind was now beginning to understand why Sebastian clearly acted the way he did around him and to an extent William as well. The answer was as transparent as daylight, he disgusted them all. His laughter grew more and more hysterical as he passed through a series of back ways and dark streets, not really caring where he ended up, beside no one would dare try to harm a death reaper especially one who loved the colour of blood as much as him.

The answers to all his questions were now hitting him like blocks of ice before a tornado. They didn't just loath him because of his woman like appearance, or his outrageous choice of clothing, they hated him because of his sexual preference, no...they scorned him because he was so in comprehensively different. Them whose lives were lived in a constant world of monotonous activities hated him because of his loud, carefree manner. Grell continued to laugh until tiny beads of tears formed at the end of each eye. If the world hated Grell Suttcliffe because he was oddly different then the world would have to learn to live with him for he wasn't planning on changing anytime soon...