Vie En Rose

Just finished watching the Black Butler season one and two, might I say it was a pure evil and twisted masterpiece tehe. It inspired me to write another Fanfic.. I really liked Grell and the undertaker in the series so there will be that special psychotic pairing we all love. And I think I'll add a little Ciel x Sebby in here along with Will x May Ren. The title is actually a French song, in English it's "Life in Pink". Without further or do enjoy this first chapter because it's Grell and Undertaker XD please comment I need some feedback.

Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler, or any products or songs mentioned.

Chapter 1

It was finally the horrid month of love and romance that most single people were loathing in London. Ciel Phantomhive was one of them. Vexed from the very beginning of the month of February. The young heir fought a useless battle against his "Beloved" cousin Lizzie and his demonic butler Sebastian. The two conspired equally against the young heir, they wanted to host an extravagant Valentine's Day Ball at the Phantomhive estate. It took a few long days of Lizzie's constant nagging and pouting to get her way. Even Sebastian was playing it sneaky pushing for Ciel to finally agree and make preparations for the ball. Sebastian helped Ciel send invites to all the nobles, Company officials and relatives. The ball was to be romantic and Lizzie came up with the diabolical idea of all guests either female or male to dress in red or pink for the theme.

Sebastian was ok with the idea, not really caring about that aspect of the ball. The only thing in the ball that displeased the hellish butler, was the few "special" guests that were deemed reasonable to invite by the Young demon heir. Such as the creepy Undertaker, the serious William Spears, and the rest of the Grimm reapers. To Sebastian's horror Grell Sutcliff was also invited to the event making the butler uncomfortable. He hated the reapers in general but Grell was at the top of the hate list.

The ball was finally held on Valentine's Day as planned and everything was running smoothly. The estate was decorated with beautiful bright pink and Crimson hearts lining the walls and ceiling. Even the grand chandelier in the ballroom was replaced with a pink crystal one that was shaped like a heart curtesy of Lizzie. The delicious finger foods such as chocolate covered strawberries and other delectable desserts were placed at four grand food tables at each corner of the large room. Heavy set alcoholic beverages and light tangy wines were in shiny heart shaped glasses clustered on random accent tables throughout the ball room. It took hours of preparation but in the end the ball room looked grand and romantic making Sebastian and the Phantomhive servants sincerely pleased with all their hard work as guests began to arrive at a timely manner.

-Grells Pov-

Grell was fashionably late by an hour. He was always late to any kind of event and even sometimes work. Grell was always getting written up by William all the time because of his horrible habit of wanting to look glamorous. The sexy red headed reaper definitely couldn't help himself this time around. Grell took his sweet time that night applying makeup in generous amounts making his flawless skin glow and his red glossy lips shine like fresh gore. He picked out an expensive silky red dress with a large train full of various pink bows, lacy skirts, and ribbons. Even his undergarments were lacy and naughty just in case he was bedded before the night ended. What took Grell the most time and effort then intended was the hard work of curling his long Crimson locks into a half up hair style, with multiple bobby pins to hold it and a red rose bonnet to top his look off.

Grell smiled to himself mischievously as he jumped out of the taxi carriage tossing a few coins to the gaping mouthed horsemen. Grells pearly jagged teeth flickered devilishly in the moon light as he winked flirtatiously at the young horseman.

"Thank you my kind sir for your services. You have a good night hot stuff." Grell purred like a kitten at the horsemen flipping his luscious red locks to the side reviling his creamy smooth neck.

The horsemen was red in the face realizing Grell was a male dressed like a woman after hearing his voice.

"What the flying horse shit? Your a man?Bloody hell harlot." The horsemen cussed feeling disgusted with himself for even feeling the way he did about Grell.

Grell chuckled, loving the reaction he got from the guy. It was always the same reaction with all mortals, they never excepted him, not even his own kind minus Ronald because Grell was his sempai. The red headed reaper was one of the very few in existence who claimed to be transgendered and proud. Taking the beautiful job title as a Grimm reaper and the other title of a woman in mortal society, liking to be referred to as Miss Sutcliff by his neighbors and peers.

"Awww I appreciate your kindness dear. You have a good night now." Grell cooed smiling to himself evilly as the carriage rode off the Phantomhive estate.

"Before I take your cranky ass soul for passing up little ole me ." Grell spoke to himself pulling the death schedule out of his corset. The mans soul was written in the book a week from then, the second time the red headed reaper checked.

Grell tucked the book back into its previous place, wobbling awkwardly up the stairs in his bright red stilettos, Grell run up the front porch of the Phantomhive manor. He was pleased to have been invited to the Valentine's Day ball. The red headed reaper was very excited at the thought of finally seeing Sebby. He was planning on making a move on said demon butler some time that night.

Once the reaper reached the door he was greeted by a fine line of chattering guests as Finny and Baldroy were at the front door dressed in red suits to match the theme of the ball. The two stood side by side bickering with each other as they took each persons invitation allowing them in. Grell growled inwardly not wanting to wait behind all these guests but he had no other choice at the moment. After a few minutes of waiting in line Grell finally made it to the front door. Finny cleared his throat trying his hardest to contain his massive blush that plastered his face at the red headed reapers beautiful appearance.

"Hey um...pretty miss... good evening. You look beautiful..If you would please hand us your... Umm..invitation so we can... Ummm.." Finny began to stutter smiling weakly at Grell.

"What Finny is trying to tell you is that we need your invite to allow you in mate." Baldroy laughed knowing Grell wasn't a woman.

"Okay let me check my powder bag darlings. Give sweet little Grelle a moment." Grell winked at Finny as he searched his bag.

Finnies eyes grew wide like saucers, he started to freak out recognizing the voice. The gardeners face turned pale, he was flirting with Grell Sutcliff, Madam reds old butler. "Why are you wearing a dress? What the hell are you doing here!?"

"Excuse me little boy but I was invited by your master. That is no way to treat a sexy lady such as myself. I'm a guest after all." Grell growled still digging into his red fluffy handbag for his invitation.

"We don't have all day Grell. Hand us your invitation or your not coming in. Your holding up the bloody line mate." Baldroy hackled with his thick Australian accent. Pointing a chunky finger at all the people behind said grim reaper.

"Shit I can't find it.. I probably dropped it in the carriage." Grell muttered emptying all contents of his bag including naughty stuff like fluffy pink handcuffs. Earnings laughs from people in line.

"That's it get out of here if you can't find your invitation." Baldroy growled.

Grell frowned stuffing all his belongings back into the bag. "Fine be an ass. I was invited and I promise you I'll tell Ciel about this." The red headed reaper smiled flashing his jagged teeth menacingly at the servants.

Before Grell could turn and walk away pitifully a big hand with long black nails pulled him into the mysterious persons embrace." Hells bells, My my... Miss Sutcliff. You have no manners this evening do you? " A familiar masculine voice purred with a slight raspiness into his ear making said red head blush pink.

"Undertaker? What the mother of reaper are you doing here?were you invited too?" Grell gasped recognizing the heavy voice of the old reaper. There was something different in undertakers voice that Grell couldn't put his finger on it.

"Awwww I'm so very hurt. Your not happy to see me here dear?" The reaper laughed.

"I don't know why you're here and I don't care. And by the way your not even dressed properly for this event. Your back in black as always." Grell pouted pointing out the obvious.

"Dearest that's all my closet consists of. It's the only color that suits my fancy. So don't bother me with that fairy shit you people call clothing." The mortician smiled referring to Grells gody dress. The red headed reaper blushed awkwardly.

"Haha wow undertaker seems like your off your rocker tonight. Someone needs to get bedded." Grell said in a sing song voice laughing knowing damn well that it had been years since undertaker had sex with anyone.

"Just shut up miss Sutcliff. Are you going into the manor with me or not? We're holding up the bloody line." The undertaker growled listening to all the shouts of the growing line of irritated mortals.

"Ughhhh fine. But once were in the manor. I'm leaving you too your own devices. You can go in the closet or basement and play fucking games with a corpse for all I care." Grell growled trying to pull his way out of undertakers grip around his waist.

"My my... Your a very feisty one tonight. May I have the pleasure of finally escorting a stupid little thing like you to the ball already? Because if you don't make up your bloody mind soon I'm going to cut that pretty tongue of yours out and stuff it in a canopic jar to add to my collection back at the shop." The undertaker asked teasing Grell pulling him closer. His breath smelled like alcohol and blood. Finny and Baldroy laughed at Grells cringing features.

"Shit he's drunk for once. and its not even midnight yet. That must explain his pissy attitude And I thought I was usually the stupid one." Grell thought to himself feeling scared of the silver headed psychopaths pervious comment about cutting out his tongue. It disgusted said red head.

"Ok fine. Just hurry it up. I'm already humiliated enough as it is being seen with you in public." Grell hissed gripping undertakers arm tight digging his long red nails into the silver haired psychopaths arm making him bleed inside the morticians black sleeves.

The undertaker always demanded payment but for that night he had something special in mind with Grells previous comment."On one condition before we go in. You give me a kiss on the lips. Just one harmless small kiss dear. Then I'll take you in my dear and no biting my lips off with those devilish dick clamps you call teeth."

"Hey! My teeth are just fine thank you very much. Maybe I will bite your lips off." The redheaded reaper snapped smiling menacingly with his deadly pearly whites.

"Are you just scared you'll damage your nonexistent reputation young death? From what I hear William said your a fast one." The sexy mortician fluttered his bright lime green eyes in a teasing flirtatious fashion.

"Ok that's it. Fine I'll do it but it's not for you I'm doing it for Sebby." Grell pouted more to himself about the situation.

Grell gulped down his pride. The red headed reaper wanted to see Sebastian and get with said demon if it was possible before the nights end. Grell would stoop as low as to kiss someone he really didn't like in order to accomplish his goal of seeing Sebastian. Leaning forward Grell pushed back strands of silver hair form undertakers pale face reviling his deep scars. The red headed reaper gulped thinking the mortician had a gorgeous face despite his age. He still felt hatred after the last comment of calling him a slut.

Without warning the mortician grabbed Grells face planting a passionate kiss right on him almost knocking the red headed reapers glasses off. Grells eyes grew wide in terror. Why in hells name was he enjoying it? His body was on fire as the red headed reaper responded and he kissed back with slight zealous wrapping a leg around undertakers. Pulling back before it could escalate the undertaker laughed loudly giving Grell goosebumps and receiving odd looks form all the guests in the line and also whistles from some of the men. Grell ignored everyone watching intently as the undertaker pulled out an invitation from his black leather trench coat handing the piece paper over to Finny.

"Haha damn undertaker. You didn't even care that Grell is a guy. He's so young compared to how old you are. You two make one creepy couple." Finny laughed.

"Haha you love birds enjoy yourselfs." Baldroy hackled trying not to make the situation worse on Grell.

"Shut up." Grell hissed turning red in the face almost matching his hair.

The undertaker smiled to himself at the red headed reapers childish reaction. Grell was adorable when he was pouting about something. The undertaker definitely got what he wanted this Valentine's Day and from an unwilling victim. The two walked down a hallway silently not even giving each other a second glance until they reached the ball room entrance and Grell pulled away from the morticians grip.

"See ya unde. I'm on a mission to find Sebby and make him my Romeo!"Grell shouted running into the ballroom leaving undertaker by himself at the door way.

-Undertakers Pov-

The undertaker grinned knowing That the red headed reaper would be back begging at his feet before the end of the night. He always had the hots for Grell to begin with. It would be the perfect night to get drunker and act upon his hidden feelings before he was sober and thought properly. undertaker walked over to the whiskey table taking a set on an accent chair. The drinks were in reaching distance as the drunken mortician downed three glasses of hard whiskey chucking them all down in less than a minute.

"Damn you may be an old bat but you sure know how to take um down." Ronald chuckled taking a sip of his wine as he sat next to the ex reaper.

"Thanks kiddo." The undertaker huffed playing with the miniature red coffin brooch hidden on his coat from anyone's good eyes.

"Say why aren't you out there going after the ladies? It's Valentine's Day. You shouldn't be wasting your time chatting with an old drunken bat like me when it's open season here to find a little lady reaper, half of dispatch was invited." The undertaker laughed taking another shot.

"Well I couldn't help but be nosy. A little birdie told me you kissed Grell sempai today at the entrance and might I add passionately. Are you guys a thing?" Ronald asked nosily flexing his eyebrows suggestively.

"No were not a "thing" as you young deaths call it. But yes I fancy miss Sutcliff and if you tell anyone I'm going to furment your corpse and eat it."

"Oh my death! You like my sempai? Well good luck with that undertaker. He's hard to get especially because he's going after Sebastian tonight." Ronald laughed inwardly ignoring his slurred comment.

" According to my plan Grell will be coming back to me. Just you wait. Now run along I have business to attend to." The undertaker grind flashing his teeth. He watched Grell approach Sebastian from across the room. This was definitely going to be a good show.

until next time ;) wonder what will happen with Grell.