Most Unforgiveable
Grell Sutcliffe strode down the main hall of the Soul Reaper Dispatch Society building, with that signature smile splitting his lips. The most interesting shinigami of them all walked down to the end of the hall to two huge doors. 'I think I'll go convince William to take the night off.' he thought, still smiling. The sound of his heels echoed through the hall as he neared Will's office. Just then, a flash of purple walked by him. He stopped in his tracks and spun around to see just what that purple flash was.
"Oh! Silas," he swooned. "I have to ask you something!" 'I'll ask him instead since Will can be so difficult. Besides, Silas is much easier to convince.' The man called "Silas" turned to face Grell, still looking at the pile of papers in his hand. He wore a coat similar to Grell's, only it was a dark lavender shade of purple and not feminine-like. He wore a light blue vest underneath his jacket, topping a high-collar white shirt. His coat stretched to his knee, just where his boots started. Black pants fitted his thin, but not-too-muscular legs, then to be swallowed by the boots. They were black as well, and they had a flap flipping over at the top of them. Three buckles on each boot lined up vertically, connected by small chains, crisscrossing in the back. He finally looked up from his papers to Grell, who was twirling his hair. Silas didn't have green eyes like the other shinigamis. He had a deep shade of blue, with black markings underneath his eye. He claims the markings aren't make-up. In fact, he had washed before and no matter how hard he tried, the markings wouldn't leave his face. On the contrary, he did wear glasses like everyone else.
"What is it? If you're going to ask me out, you can forget about it. I told you the day I met you that I'm straight." He confirmed, crossing his arms. He bent his head forward, his purple bangs covering his eyes slightly. Grell's face never lost that smile, so Silas had obviously guessed wrong.
"No, no Silas dear~ I was just wondering if you had any plans tonight," he announced. Silas was about to protest when Grell raised one of his slender fingers to shush him before he even spoke. "I wanted to show you something that I thought you'd think is interesting. But," he moved closer to the newer shinigami and lowered his voice to a whisper. "You can't tell Will~"
"Why not?" Silas said with a quizzical look on his face. Grell's smile finally faded and an expression of annoyance and worry spread over his face. He motioned with his finger to lean closer to him. Silas, being already uncomfortably close to him, did as he was "signaled" to. The red-haired shinigami lifted his hand to Silas's ear, as in blocking the words he would mouth so others couldn't try to read them.
"Because he's not supposed to know. It would ruin all my hard work…..and fun." He said, his hot breath going down Silas's neck. He rolled his eyes. He suddenly was pulled away from another force, as was Grell. He turned to face the other force and found William standing beside them, either hand on their shoulders, with a calm but stern look on his face. Grell's smile was back on his face again, while Silas just stood there, waiting for their lecture.
"What are you two doing? Grell, I said no form of expressing love to anyone. But I'm shocked to see Silas is the one accepting all of this." Will scolded in a cold tone. Silas shrugged Will's hand off of his shoulder.
"Oh Will, you're so rough~" Grell teased. Will quickly withdrew his hand as if he touched something hot. He adjusted his glasses and glared at both of them, his truly green eyes piercing Silas's deep blue ones.
"Please refrain from using such irreverent language." He scolded again.
"We're not doing anything." Silas said, crossing his arms once again.
"Oh? Then why were you two sharing information others apparently cannot hear?"
"He didn't tell me anything, honest. I guess he was about to when you showed up." He guessed, a small smirk gracing his lips. A low "hmph" escaped from Will's lips as his glare intensified even more. Will was the type of guy who Silas found "annoying". He was always on his back about things and never left him alone until everything was complete and orderly. When someone needed him, he was always in his office. He's usually the last one to leave the office. Silas was once with him, catching him up for his first day at the Soul Reaper Dispatch Society.
"Will, you're always so strict," Grell cooed, circling Will like a shark getting ready to drag its prey under. "Why don't you just….relax." He extended one his slender arms to touch his waist when before Grell could even touch it, Will grabbed his wrist and twisted it, causing him to yelp.
He lowered his voice to an even more chilling tone. "I thought I told you to keep your hands to yourself." Grell begged him to let go. After about another ten seconds of Grell's wailing, he let go and turned. "Let that be a warning to you." And he left. Grell rubbed his agitated wrist. Silas rolled his eyes and lightly grabbed his other wrist and led him off to the bathroom.
-"Now, what is it that you wanted to tell me?" Silas asked, as he tended to Grell's sprained wrist. He worked ever so gently so he wouldn't hear the other shinigami's complaints. Grell insisted on that he sit down somewhere, but there was nowhere to sit. So, he plopped himself on the countertop of the sinks in the bathroom. He looked around the bathroom, as in checking it to be safe of intruders as he spoke.
"I wanted to say that what I want to show is a secret and you can't tell anybody: I partnered up with someone in a second job. I honestly think the other job is more fun than this one. But, what I do is completely against the rules of the Shinigami Rules. I wanted you to meet my apprentice." He finished, a playful grin creeping on his face.
Silas blinked in shock. "Wait, your apprentice? Grell, what on Earth are you doing?" He said, his voice getting louder. Grell placed one of his fingers to Silas's lips.
"Meet me by the exit of the office after work. Then I'll explain everything." He winked at Silas, causing a shiver of awkwardness run down his spine. "Oh yeah, you might not recognize me when you see me at the-ouch! Easy, will ya?" He winced in pain. Silas loosened his grip on Grell's injured wrist. He moved away from Grell and washed his hands at one of the nearby sinks. "What was that for?" He asked, jumping down from the sink, assuming he was finished.
"For hiding something from me. It's no wonder I never find you after work. You seem to be off doing whatever your 'second job' is. Have you forgotten? I was assigned to you for training. I mean, even though I've progressed greatly, you can't go off like I'm some piece of rubbish." He said. He leaned against the marble countertop of the sink and stared up at the ceiling, not long before closing his eyes. His long purple hair gathered at the base on the sink. When he stood straight, it was down to his tailbone. Grell was lucky he had gotten a partner that almost looked him. One could say Silas was a much manlier version of Grell with purple hair and blue eyes, but no pointy teeth.
After for what seemed for about eternity of silence, Grell broke the silence. "Hey, uh, Silas, you will come tonight, right? I think you'll like her." Silas broke from his thoughts when he heard the word "her". So, his apprentice is a woman? A woman? This only made his curiosity grow. What would a woman be doing with him? What's more, what's he doing with a woman? Was it "dirty work"? Or were they off causing mischief? Yeah, they were probably causing mischief of some sort. But it still didn't satisfy the growing curiosity inside.
He sighed and moved away from the sink to the door. He paused before leaving and said "Fine, I'll go." And he left. Grell jumped up and down like a girl hearing of her first date. He happily strode out of the bathroom, swishing his feminine-like hips, humming a little song unknown to even himself. William watched him walk down the hall without him knowing. That guy, he thought, does whatever he can to get whatever he wants. If this continues, I will end it. He heard his name being called for and with one last glance at Grell, he turned and left.