*Disclaimer*- I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
Author's Note: Alright, this story was made because I needed a story where Grelliam made it to the end. However, it's kind of sad anyways , so yeah, I'm warning you ahead of time.
Pairing: Starts off with Grell/Undertaker. Grell/William and William/Undertaker in later chapters.
Warning: May contain explicit content in later chapters. I'll give another warning when it does.
Extra Notes: This prologue and Author-Note-Thingy have been revised. Reviews would be appreciated, so I know what you think of it, whether or not I've made any mistakes, and what is expected of me. Or at least what you guys expect. I do write for you guys. ; )
Prologue
"We whither away like dust,
We crumble to pieces like sand.
And even while death is beautiful,
I can no longer hold your hand."
As he stood high on top of the houses singing to himself, hiding behind the chimney, he watched the young human. The silver-haired being knew how to hide well, and that's just what he did. It was true he liked it when they didn't see him coming… at least not at first. But as soon as he was upon them, he pounced, dispatching them quickly to either Heaven or Hell. He never knew where they went, since that wasn't his job.
His job was simply to reap their souls. Ferry them from this world to the next.
Just act like it's another reaping… he thought to himself as he walked slowly to the edge of the building, peering down. Some reapers took their jobs seriously… he didn't, of course. He didn't find any need to.
Which is why he wasn't at all worried about his next decision.
Yes, this is the one… I'll just let the wonderful young beauty go… he stared at the little human with the ivory skin and bright red hair. He seemed innocent in all his humanness, all his glory…yes, the higher-ups won't miss this one. It was just another human… so what if he lived? Surely, no one would notice.
The man carefully stepped away from the edge of the roof, pulling out a book from his jacket. As he did so, he also pulled out a small bookmark, and placed it neatly in the pages, flattening it, where it would now remain there for all eternity. The human wouldn't die tonight, in fact he would just grow to an old age and die from a natural cause. The man wondered why he was doing this... perhaps out of love? No, of course not. Maybe out of nostalgia? But that only brought to question, nostalgia for what?
But I wouldn't want such a beautiful creature to perish so soon. Chuckling, he spun around and took off over the roofs, getting ready to file his reports, leaving behind the red-head on the ground.
He deemed it wasn't the young one's time just yet, so it simply wasn't his time.
But everyone dies someday.
Even an immortal such as yourself.