A/N: Hello!I'm sorry this was so short! I'll probably end up editing it later on, so check back for progress!

Also, If you don't understand something in the story, leave me a review and tell me what it was. I might make a chapter explaining why this all happened.

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~Holly

(I don't own Kuroshitsuji. If I did, everyone would be in love. (Heheh.. William & Sebastian would be epic!))

The fire was almost too bright in his eyes, almost too red. His boots clicked loudly on marble floors as he ran through the large mansion, making sure to check every room for the boy's soul. If he didn't find it before the demon did, he would have to fill out a ton of paperwork, and would probably be demoted again.

As he kicked down the door to the boy's study, he found that he only had seconds to catch the soul before it was devoured. A small white orb was collecting itself and was slowly being drawn towards the demon.

You see, when a being has died before his soul has been collected or devoured by a demon, it
wanders around the area it passed. It takes on the form of an orb so it can easily be spotted by a being that can let his soul 'rest in piece'.

The demon, who at this point was to intent on his next meal to notice the red reaper coming at him with a chainsaw, was beginning to inhale softly, coaxing the soul closer to him. So, when the orb was suddenly ripped from his palm and was sucked into the chainsaw death scythe for later judging, he was obviously going to be pissed.

After the confused look appeared on the demons face, he turned only to find that a death scythe was being torn through his abdomen. Hazy and frustrated with the loss of the soul, he broke out into a loud growl and attempted to grab the chainsaw with one hand, the other holding a large gash on his stomach.

The chainsaw continued to roar and was being slashed at the demon mercilessly. The man clad in black finally succeeded in kicking the reaper away and out the large window, but only fell to his knees. This had been his last chance. He had needed that soul, and now that he couldn't have it, he was doomed to the worst possible fate. He had lost.

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Grell shrunk into the corner, terrified at what the demon was about to do to him. He wrung out his hands and only shivering more violently the time passed.

He lifted his head about an hour later when he thought he had heard a light sobbing. It turned out he hadn't heard right. The demon butler he had injured so, was sitting with one leg stretched out in from of him, the other folded loosely so his elbow could rest gently on top of it. He seemed to be laughing, but with a dark, almost sad air to it.

It was horrid. The reaper was almost more terrified by the creature in front of him, than he had been when he thought he was about to get killed by him. The reaper slowly got to his hands and knees and made his way cautiously over to the demon, settling himself down beside him. When the other man let no indication that he even knew the reaper was so close to him, he faltered. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't even know if the demon was fooling him or not, and that in a few harsh moves he would be lying, dead in the grass under the moonlight.

"Se- Sebas-chan?"

A pair of red eyes lifted from their gaze on the floor and turned to face him. The look on his face filled the reaper with shock. The demon almost looked... Depressed. "Why did you have to take it?"

The question was simple enough, but it made him feel utterly confused. Surely the man knew why he, a soul reaper, had taken his meal. He closed his eyes, trying to find a response. When he had a not completely horrible one, he re-opened them, only to find that the red eyes he adored so much, were fading into a beautiful, yet terrifying brown.

"Your eyes..." He murmured, moving his free hand to place it on the demon's forehead, now completely oblivious to any punishment he would probably be forced to go through, and push the hair out of his face for a better look. Yes, they were definitely turning brown.

The reaper was about to burst into tears, he didn't understand any of this.

"Why are you being this way Sebas-ch... Sebastian? Is it something that I can help you with?"

"No one can help me now. I'm doomed into whatever punishment Lucifer decides to give me."

"Why would Lucifer want to punish you? And what is causing your eyes to turn brown?"

"Brown eyes...?" His expression turned into sad and thoughtful, but was soon covered by his palm as he began to shudder with a dark, masochistic chuckle.

I don't get any of this, what could brown eyes be significant to? The reaper had a sudden urge to pull the other man's head to his shoulder and stroke his silken, black hair.

"What's so bad about brown eyes?" He continued, his voice soft, but forcing, while trying to get some answers from the man before him.

With a large, but exasperated sigh, the answer he gave was completely unexpected. "It means I'm becoming human, Grell."

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