This story was written by two people, HiM'e'iTSu and nimless. It's full of stupid situations and idiotic actions of poor characters:) But we still hope you'll like it.
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It was a nice spring morning with birds singing their melodic songs, the air itself was filled with a calm sense of joy that was hard to replicate. People were walking along a beautiful green alley that was decorated with flowerbeds alongside it. But even the beauty of the red, white, and pink roses couldn't compare to one single maiden. The attention of lonely strangers and the associates of big companies were caught by that mysterious figure.
The sun was reflecting dazzlingly on the frames of her glasses, which were decorated tastefully with small diamonds and rubies. A large, heart shaped ruby necklace was bouncing with every dainty step the beauty took, almost disappearing under the line of her décolleté, the smaller versions of it decorated her ears.
Every five minutes a slender hand was raised and with a light and obviously practiced motion, tucked in a stray lock of silky auburn hair that had lost its place from under the little pink hat that was decorated with three roses. With every blow of the spring wind the pink bows of the hat flew in different directions, sometimes falling to settle upon her bare shoulders.
Her bright pink dress could make every woman of fashion green with envy. The awe drawingmaiden got a couple of angry looks from ladies whose admirers were eyeing her openly, the awe clearly written on their faces. The corset that she was wearingclung to her slender figure seductively, attracting even more attention to her persona. A very narrow pink skirt clung to the curves of her lower body, showing it off with extreme taste. It was a few centimeters shorter on the front, so that ruby covered shoes with incredibly high heels could be seen, the clicked loudly when connecting with the hard surface of the alley. The maiden's movements were a little sharp as the narrow dress restricted her every movement, but that did not take away from her appeal, on the contrary, any man could say she was charming.
Expensive jewelry, which were mostly rubies, decorated the long red train going down from her slim waist and to the ground. The laces and pink embroidery on the red of the train made the dress look even more luxurious.
In addition to all that the maiden had a tiny pink bag in her pink gloved hands.
Oh, I look stunning today! Thought Grell as he continued his walk in the park.
Who could have guessed that old hag had such a wardrobe full of so wonderful dresses! I was so lucky to be the one to collect her soul! She smiled widely, thought careful not to show her sharp tooth – Grell doubted humans would appreciate it.
Such a shame that Sebas-chanisn't here to witness my eternal beauty! The smile turned into a frown he thought about the handsome demon. He disappeared not even saying goodbye…That cruel man! He broke my poor heart into a million pieces! Grell sighed sadly.
To think of it, Will is so cold to me all the time… He sighted again and brushed a fake tear away. I know it's because I'm a man! Oh… Grell shook his head from one side to another as if trying to get rid of an unpleasant thought.
Next time…Next time I meet my perfect man I will not tell him about real gender until I'm sure he can't live without seeing my cute face every day!
Now…who should be my next love?
*****
The Undertaker was walking through the same park, his eyes slightly clouded and a dreamy smile on his scared face. He had just been in the famous Chinese circus, to their last performance before leaving London forever. He watched the passers by, not actually paying attention to them, while something caught his eye. It was a flash of pink. Bright pink in fact. Someone in a bright pink dress. The Undertaker grinned as he watched the beautiful maiden took a little mirror from her pink bag and stared at her own reflection lovingly. Tiny red scissors fell on the ground in process. The maiden looked down at the "little weapon" probably thinking if she should pick them up herself, which must be pretty difficult in such a tight fittingdress.
Undertaker's grin winded when he imagined it in his perverted mind. Though he didn't have a pleasure to witness it because a gentleman who was passing by helped the young lady by falling on one knee, picking the scissors up and handing them to her. She batted her eyelashes and smiled sweetly while muttering a quiet and timid "Thank you."
Oh…My Pink Angel.
*****
Next day, Grell was skipping down the crowded London street while singing under his breath.
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady.
The red shinigami was in extremely good mood that day: he had finally decided who will be the man Grell can give an honor of being blindly in love with his beauty.
Oh, Undertaker, my love! Wait for me, I'm already on my way to your nice home!
He danced not slowing his pace, happy and anxious to see the man of his dreams.
Just you wait, my love!
*****
The Undertaker was working in his quite cozy and peaceful workshop making yet another lovely coffin. He was having a lot of fun spending time in the darkness, not bothered by the lack of human contact while he was doing what he loved to do the most. The door burst open, giving wake to a whirl of pink silk and long, soft auburn hair. When the pink wind died down the Undertaker was able to see the intruder. It was that maiden, now in a light pink dress with lots of frills that was cut quite high. There was a rose tucked in her brown a little messy now hair.
The Undertaker watched how the maiden's eyes scanned the room before stopping on him. The expression of determination that she had worn so proudly before had instantly vanished from her beautiful face.
"Oh, Undertaker!" She whined.
Tears appeared in those yellow-green eyes, she rushed to him, the pink silky skirt going up with the sudden movement letting the Undertaker catch a glimpse of long, pale legs. The man sighed when it returned to it's normal place. Though his disappointment did not last long. The maiden whined again and with the cry "Undertaker, I need your help!" put her leg in high heeled shoes, pink of course, on the nearest coffin. The one he had just varnished. The Undertaker almost shouted at the person ruining his work of the past two days, but was distracted by the sight of the pale leg, now open for his ogling, once again.
"So…how can I help you, my Lady?" The Undertaker asked in his sweetest voice.
"My husband died!" The maiden cried out.
"Huh?" A widow?...A widow in pink?
"Yes! Me dear husband…He…He left for work at night. He was a member of parliament, you see…"
"Huh?" Since when do the members of parliament work at night?
"His coach was attacked. Those bandits…" She started crying once again.
It was just a miracle how she was turning from serious, when telling the story, to flirtatious, when waiting for an answer and then to grieving when she realized no answer was coming. While the Undertaker contemplated on that thought, the widow in pink continued.
"He tried to run away…almost got away successfully…But then hewas attacked by homeless dogs…My poor husband."
"Huh?" Run away from bandits only to be eaten by dogs?
"His body was found in the river this morning." She finished gloomily.
"Huh?" A river?
"Well you see…" She tried to explain seeing his questioning gaze. "The detective said when he was running from the dogs he had caught onfire from one of the torches on the bank of the river, and in order to extinguish it he jumped in the water. But…I guess it was his unlucky day. It's spring and not all the ice has melted. He fell and hit his head on it…a few times…a few dozen times. Got a concussion and then the ice finally broke and he drowned…And now I need your services!" She exclaimed cheerfully.
"Huh?" She seems happy about loosing her husband. The Undertaker grinned. Well, that's good for me. My Pink Angel.
*****
Grell grinned himself when he saw the Undertaker look at him with interest.
Hm, good. My story worked well. I wanted to add a crazy maniac in it but in the last moment decided against it, this just wouldn't seem true. The maniac in London? Unlikely. This city is too peaceful for that!
"So, my Lady. Let me lead you to another room where you can choose a coffin to your liking." The Undertaker suggested.
"Oh, of course." Answered Grell, batting his eyelashes in what he thought was a playful fashion. The dark shinigami indicated with his head to the door on the left and waited for the lady to go first. Grell lifted his skirt and rushed to the door; he just couldn't act calmly when the man was near him, and he also assumed that the way his skirt swung around him when he "rushed" was plain beautiful.
Well, at least he tried to rush to the door – he did not succeed in that though. Only when he tried to lift his leg and started falling did the "beautiful maiden" realized that the coffin was varnished. Also, the fact that his leg was now stuck to the coffin.
He fell to the floor rather ungracefully, his leg still attached to the coffin's lid, his skirt going up, leaving his white bloomers with pink bows to the open view. Then he heard the hysterical laugh of the Undertaker. "My Lady, let me help you."
"My shoe…" Grell whined – he really liked those pink shoes.
The Undertaker came up to the coffin, which was the prison for the poor piece of cloth and the maiden's leg now.
"Hm, I suppose I won't b able to save the shoe, my Lady."
"Oh, no!"
"Well, I can cut off your leg, but I don't think you'll be pleased by it."
"Brake the coffin!" The maiden demanded, not wanting to lose such a priceless companion to a set of gorgeous shoes.
"No." The Undertaker answered sternly. He was not going to ruin all his work just because of the caprice of one beauty. "The leg or the shoe. Choose."
The maiden was thoughtful for a moment. The leg was dear to Grell, but the shoe…It was so…pink.
"Fine. The leg! Save my leg!" She cried.
The Undertaker put down the knife he took while she was lost in thoughtand gently unlaced the pink bow holding the shoe and freed the leg. The maiden got up, but did not follow the man to the other room. "My Lady?" The dark man asked while standing in the doorframe. Her face was unreadable, but he could tell she wasn't going to flirt anymore.
"I lost my favorite shoe because of you!"
"Huh?" So?
The beauty was looking straight at him, or more like glaring.
"My Lady?" The Undertaker glanced at her carefully – for the short time he had known this maiden he had realized she was rather unpredictable.
"You are going to compensate me forit!"
"What?!...I mean, huh?"
"You still do not realize how much these shoes cost, do you?"
"Huh?"
The maiden looked really angry now. "So?"
"Huh?"
"You'll be my slave for a day!" She stated, then turned away and left the "Undertaker's".
"Huh?" He stared dumbfounded at the spot she was standing just a second ago. "And what about the coffin?"
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