So this is the third instalment of A Shinigami Dance Off, all stemming from when the Undertaker implied that William and Grell had been together long before Ronald was on the scene. I had severe writer's block when I started writing this, so the beginning is a bit.. Crap. But the rest of it isn't so bad, I think, so hopefully you'll enjoy it. It's from Grell's point of view, but I had a slight problem keeping him in character. This one turned out to be longer than I expected, so it's going to be separated into two chapters, the get together and the break up. Only the first chapter is written as of yet, but I'm pretty sure the second chapter will be rated M. I have a few other things I have to write in between, but hopefully I'll get it done the end of the week. Hopefully. Anyway, enjoy and review :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji, Grell, William, Ronald, The Undertaker, etc., etc.

A Relationship Long Ignored

Chapter 1: The Get Together

It had been one long and marvellous week since the Big Office Party. Since my darling, Will, and I had finally gotten back together. Oh, how wonderful it is when true love prevails! Not that we had done much to celebrate of course, William being as busy as ever. Still, celebrations or no, I was more than content.

It had taken so long to get William to admit his feelings for me all those years ago, and I must admit, Ronald's assistance certainly sped things along this time, much to my convenience. So when Ronald showed up the week after, wondering if he could ask me something, I was more than happy to oblige.

"Grell-senpai, I was wondering.. Have you and William ever been together before now? Because the Undertaker insinuated that you were, and I was just wondering whether he was right, or if he was just being a bit mental again," the younger Reaper asked me, looking a tad sheepish.

"Oh, silly Knoxie, 'Taker isn't mental, only eccentric, and he's absolutely right. Ah, our love was a troubled one," I explained.

"Whoa, so you were together? Really? What happened, how did it happen? Damn it, Grell, this is 'need to know' here!" If it was possible for someone to explode from excitement, I think Ronnie would've been quite the firework. Probably a gold one.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know," I stated simply.

"Satisfaction brought him back, and some satisfaction would be really great right about now."

I smiled to myself as I recalled exactly how it happened. The memory was sweet as ever, and I must say, it was nice to finally be able to share it with someone other than the Undertaker.

"Well, it all started with a reaping gone wrong.." I began.

I was stuck with what Will refers to as the "dreaded overtime". I understand why he hates it and all, but bloody hell, that's no reason to subject others to it. You see, I hadn't handed in my paperwork again, and, just as I had hoped, William arrived to lecture me. Ooh, the unending tension in the air, his ice-cold stare sent shivers down my spine! Unfortunately, he decided that lecturing me was not punishment enough on that particular day, and he sent me out on another reaping in the wintry London night, even though my shift was over.

Still, I'd do anything for my love, which, I suppose, is how I found myself on a snow-capped rooftop, fighting off cinematic records. I couldn't quite understand how it happened. My target was in sight; a sniper on the roof, aiming for some stuffy politician or other. I checked my watch a second time, and a third, then watched calmly as his heart attack began. Striding up to him, I summoned my fabulous death scythe, and cut through him, just like with every other reaping. But something went wrong, his records started fighting back, a soul fighting for is life. I had seen this once before, during my final exam, but I'd had William with me. This time was different. I was by myself, nobody to watch my back, and after a whole day of reaping, I wasn't exactly in the best shape.

I dodged swiftly, spinning to slice through the records with my chainsaw, but another one cut into the backs of my legs, causing me to crumple on my now week knees. I kept my guard up though, my scythe shredding most of the records, but clearly not enough. The ropes surrounded me, attacking from all angles, scratching my beautiful face, trimming locks of hair, ruining my clothes entirely.

Shinigami are tough, make no mistake, but even we can be bested when faced with demons or cinematic records. Unfortunately, that was one of those days, and I could already feel myself slipping into unconsciousness, the cold surface of the snow-covered roof biting into my back as I lay unmoving. Just as my eyes started to close, I heard the familiar snapping noises of William's death scythe, and just managed the smallest grin as he defeated the records for me.

There was a distinct lack of crimson when I woke up, and I felt entirely disoriented. I tried to lift my head, and promptly collapsed right back down with a groan. It felt like I'd been smacked in the face with a hammer, after having a killer hangover and listening to crashing symbols. Not that I'd know what all that actually felt like, but you get the basic idea.

"Sutcliff, you're awake. Good. Do you want a drink? I've made tea." I managed to lift myself just enough to see my dear William walk into the room. Shirtless. With wet hair and two steaming mugs of what was apparently tea. It was all I could do not to drool on his sheets. That smelled just like him, might I add.

Yum.

"Ooh, Will, darling, you shouldn't have," I gushed, fluttering my eyelashes. William rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the double bed and handing me a cup.

"How are you feeling today? You took quite the beating back there," he asked. His expression was as blank as ever, but there was just the slightest touch of concern in those bright green eyes.

"Like I was trampled on by a rather large horse with seven legs, but the tea is good. Thank you, Will," I said, and he blushed just the smallest bit.

"Sorry about that," he mumbled, bringing the tea to his lips. Oh, what I wouldn't do to be that cup.

"Sorry about what? It wasn't your fault," I said, not that I was actually paying attention. I was too busy staring at his lips.

"No, I shouldn't have sent you out alone. I knew that there was a possibility of trouble, but I ignored it, and you were hurt thanks to my negligence."

"Well, maybe you should kiss me better?" I whispered, crawling up behind him and wrapping my arms around his toned, bare stomach. Oh, what a scandalous woman I was! William turned his head to me as I placed my chin on his shoulder, only slightly, but we were so close that my lashes brushed his cheeks when I blinked.

"Sutcliff, I really don't think that this is appropri-"

Now, I'm normally not the kind of woman that interrupts a man mid-sentence, but his lips just looked so soft, and I had to have a taste. But really, he couldn't have minded the interruption too much, because he didn't protest one bit, even going as far as to tighten my arms around himself.

It was a chaste kiss at first, filled with hesitance and unspoken feelings, but it was magical, and when we broke apart, the look on his beautifully flushed face told me he certainly agreed. Setting his tea aside, he pushed me back onto his bed and kissed me again his tongue meeting mine as I moaned in delight.

"And that, dear Ronald, is how Will and I first got together," I finished in a rather wistful voice. Ronald had been listening intently to my tale, but now he only looked confused.

"Grell-senpai, I understand how you got together.. But.. Why did you break up? I mean, it all seemed so romantic, I don't get why it would end, especially when you both obviously still felt for each other," he asked.

"Well, that's a whole other story.."